I get excited about things, make plans to do those things, then stop home before going. Then I stay home.
Most times it’s because I don’t really like being places, but tonight it was because, with the way my work schedule is, I can go 5 or 6 days without seeing my wife and kids for anything longer than 20 minutes a day.
I had to be around my kids tonight. They recharge the batteries which power my Nearby Bullshit Inhibitor Machine. Without that, my bullshit-threshold becomes dangerously low, opening the door for the Bad Things.
Me:Of course it is. No real person would argue that.
Other Me:Get on with it, then.
Me:Fine, I will. My job drains from me the motivation that I believe is needed for me to peruse my creative outlets.
Other Me:So quit your fucking job!
Me:I don't want to. I actually like my job. I'm just saying that I need a collaborative creative project I can work on. We don't have to reinvent the wheel, here. I just want to create art with other people, with a common goal. I need that in my life right now, because sometimes I go crazy needing this kind of outlet.
Other Me:Well, the fuck you want me to do about it?
Me:How about you go fuck yourself. I'll just keep looking for creative people who want to make something with me. I want to start a band with 4 completely different people. I want to make animated short films, then score them. I want a partner for a two man act, during which we will punch ghosts on stage in front of tens of people.
I’ve never been female. But I have been black my whole life. I can perhaps offer some insight from that perspective. There are many similar social issues related to access to equal opportunity that we find in the black community, as well as the community of women in a white male dominate society…
When I look at — throughout my life — I’ve known that I wanted to do astrophysics since I was 9 years old…I got to see how the world around me reacted to my expressions of these ambitions. All I can say is, the fact that I wanted to be a scientist, an astrophysicist was hands down the path of most resistance through the forces of society.
Anytime I expressed this interest, teachers would say, ‘Oh, don’t you wanna be an athlete?’ I want to become someone that was outside of the paradigm of expectations of the people in power. Fortunately, my depth of interest of the universe was so deep and so fuel enriched that everyone of these curve balls that I was thrown, and fences built in front of me, and hills that I had to climb, I just reach for more fuel, and I just kept going.
Now, here I am, one of the most visible scientists in the land, and I wanna look behind me and say, ‘Where are the others who might have been this,’ and they’re not there! …I happened to survive and others did not simply because of forces of society that prevented it at every turn. At every turn.
…My life experience tells me that when you don’t find blacks, when you don’t find women in the sciences, I know that these forces are real, and I had to survive them in order to get where I am today.
So before we start talking about genetic differences, you gotta come up with a system where there’s equal opportunity, then we can have that conversation.
The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.
When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is ‘So it goes.’
a marine was in a college class taught by a liberal gay demon professor. one day the professor said “if god is real, he will suck my dick” after ten minutes of silence the tough marine got up from his seat and sucked the liberal aclu professor’s dick. the professor came. “what did you do that for?” the marine answered “god was busy building ford trucks shirtless so he sent me to suck dick”
This week at work helped me to discover that my special power is to send out a psychic field which draws incredibly racist old white ladies to me and invites them to tell me all about how evil the “Chinamen” who made their computers are.
Why is it that in nearly every high fantasy story, the civilizations have endured for ages and ages, yet the most technologically advanced peice of machinery they have is maybe a catapult? Most are majestic cultures capable of performing great feats of astounding magic, yet they still shit in ditches.
this article bothers me, and i was going to let it go past without comment because “who cares,” but it’s apparently getting a ton of attention (10k+ notes at time of writing) and i know i’m going to be seeing it on my dashboard for-fucking-ever regardless of whether or not i say anything about it
a lot of this article, maybe even most of it, is either straight-up wrong or being vastly overblown for the purposes of scaring luddite parents into buying the author’s conveniently linked-to book on “social media”. no really, dude flogs his crappy book at least a couple times in there. the entire article is one big sign saying “your teens are using the internet in ways you don’t understand, and that should scare you”
the dude’s entire thesis in this article seems to be that it is literally impossible to be anonymous on the internet no matter what you do. which is silly, of course. his first point, that “everything you do on your computer may one day become public” seems like a point better made for the purposes of staying off of computers entirely rather than some cogent indictment against snapchat specifically.
he claims that your snapchat images “may one day show up on a google image search for your name” but offers no theoretical avenues for this to take place. it’s just a nice scary turd in your breakfast cereal, a deus ex machina with no proposed connection to “real things that actually happen or have happened”.
his point about snapchat messages being stored on the phone before you access them is true (where else should they go before you look at them?) but his claim that they can be recovered by a third party is specious. yes, you can steal someone’s unaccessed snapchats— if you’ve got physical access to their (jailbroken, unlocked, unencrypted) phone and some forensic software. guess what else someone can get off your phone with those same things? a lot more than your fucking selfies. unless this dude’s point is “a skilled hacker with tons of resources can fuck with you bigtime, in theory” he’s just trying to scare you.
his second point continues in the same vein, apparently trying to claim that because MAC addresses are a thing that exist anonymity is a fake idea. the NSA’s over there hacking internet backbone to archive your communications en masse, and this dude’s freaking out about some theoretical superhacker tracing your selfies via MAC address (and access to your ISP records, I guess?)
i don’t know what to say about the claim that “a ton of servers and switches who pass that data across the web” are archiving all of your stuff as it passes through, other than that the statement is at best “ignorant” and at worst “a direct and purposeful lie”. think about how much storage capacity would be required if backbone switches were actually storing user data.
TL;DR: almost all of the dude’s technical points are just taking things that can be applied to “everything you do on the internet, ever” and then making them sound as scary as possible so that he can sell his book. these are infrastructure vulnerabilities that get theorized about over bonghits at hacker-cons, not stuff there’s actually a meaningful risk for.
his second big point is that “snapchat gets used for sexting” which, well, i don’t care. use it how you like, i guess? fuck you internet dad, you’re not my real dad. the creators of snapchat sound like scumbags, but welcome to the tech industry. i guarantee you almost every company is terrible in ways you will never know about.
he wraps up by getting mad that snapchat was funded by venture capitalist money and therefore you cannot possibly trust them. which, fine, but a couple paragraphs later he recommends you trust facebook with your private communications instead. facebook, of all fucking companies, which is basically designed to violate user privacy. (incidentally, one of facebook’s boardmembers is real good friends and former colleagues with the CEO of in-q-tel, the venture capital wing of the CIA.) good suggestion internet dad thanks for looking out for our privacy
delete snapchat if you want, they’re assholes and their real-life security practices are bad and they should feel bad. they just got hacked and leaked 4.6 million phone numbers using a publicly-documented technique that they were first warned about (and blew off) back in like fucking august or something. so fuck them, delete your account. just don’t do it because this internet dad yelled some bullshit at you while trying to sell his book.