Category Archives: Rage

The case against technology

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There is something that has been a burr under my hide for years and years now. Many people laugh when I bring this up. It is important because it is so widespread and creates a miasma of hatred and anger for everyone who suffers this particular bugbear. I speak out against bathroom technology. I have been beset by bathrooms, usually in restaurants where everything it wired by sensors except for the doors themselves. I cannot express how angry all this needless automation makes me. Faucets, Soap, and Paper Towels and/or Hot-Air Dryers with airspace disturbance sensors are the most annoying and hateful objects because they are *everywhere*! I don’t need touchless sensor-laden bits! I just need a sink, some detergent, and pull-thru-funnel type paper towel dispenser! I can manage the classic way. I don’t need pre-measured, machine-delivered bouts of supply. I know how much water, soap, and paper I need. When I see these obnoxious devices I am filled with the urge to tear them off the wall and OfficeSpace them to little bits.

Its time to punish businesses with these machines and support those who understand that their customers know how and how much material they need to wash their hands properly. No ‘assistance’ required! Yaaaaar! 🙂

Openly Gay

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If there is one singular phrase that can corral a huge batch of anger it’s reading about how someone is ‘Openly Gay’. It’s the context that gets me most of all. Context is a theme I will be exploring in the next few blog entries, so you might as well get comfortable now with my ranting and raving.

What angers me most is that there is some fundamental difference between “Gay” and “Openly Gay” – a kind of paper-based room-divider-esque closet for people to hide in while trying to appeal to the masses. The difference between “Gay” so and so and “Openly Gay” so and so makes every part of me tremble with rage. I see the phrase “Openly Gay” in headlines and it just turns in my gut like a knife – that being public and sharing your sexual orientation is in itself a newsworthy event. It is not a newsworthy event, if someone is gay, they are gay. What is the shock and awe associated with this?

Centrally this touches on a huge pet peeve of mine. People who hide in the closet, thinking they are protecting themselves when they are doing nothing more than dodging the truth and avoiding unpleasant feelings. The longer you dwell in the closet the harder it is to open the door, and if you spend too much time there, you run the risk of losing the seam where the door really is and thinking you are in a jail cell for the rest of your life.

The rest of this touches on the number of homosexuals in our world. Everyone is under the impression that there are just a really limited number of homosexuals and that we can be gleefully written off because we aren’t important enough to consider as being worth it to regard and respect. If everyone who was gay in the closet came out spontaneously, our world would change. The truth would not only set you free, it would set us all free. The truth is like light, it cleans what it touches and from my recent experiences (more on those later) that light is more needful than ever to come out and illuminate every little nook and cranny. If you don’t think it’s important for your social health, it’s vital for your biological and spiritual health as well!

I recently had the pleasure to watch this blog-entry from a fellow by the moniker of Davey Wavey. He’s quite wise for someone so young and instead of replicating his words I can just point to him and have everyone watch what he has to say on this subject. It is time for people to stop using the phrase “Openly Gay” because all Gays should be “Open” already. Hiding is bad for you, it’s bad for me, it’s bad for us all!

I know why the caged bird is stark-raving insane…

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Many moons ago I found an online web hosting company called Hosting4Less.com. They had good service and I established a domain with them on behalf of one of my family members. Everything was going swimmingly until a dust-up started me looking for other web hosting providers. The web hosting market is jammed packed with competitors. The people at Hosting4Less can’t compete with the service I found, called iPage. Moving this domain however was less than easy.

The domain was managed by a bulk-domain registrar “OpenSRS” something or other. In order to get the domain transferred to a new domain registrar I needed a password, a Domain Transfer Password. It took me 2 weeks to wheedle this sucker out from the previous domain registrar and then email it to everyone trying to help me. The domain transfer failed 3 times, and on the 4th it was half-way there, some sort of mutant half-life – living between domain registrars. After asking for help a 4th time the fine people at iPage did get it resolved for me, but the domain was evidently “Locked”, so I had to get a username and password, log into manage.opensrs.net and unlock the domain and change the domains nameservers.

Each step is predicated on a drug-addled pharmacy structure – we’ll get around to it either in 1 hour, or 7 days depending on how much crack we have to smoke. There is no rhyme or reason, I think they put these obnoxious time estimates down to avoid people from going completely apeshit when one change can take a week for someone to pay attention to.

The Domain Naming System is secure, I have no doubt about that. How is this security vouchsafed? It’s soaked in various username/password combinations (160 bits of security on that password!) but most of all it is a bureaucratic abyss. You stare into it and it stares right back into you, alternately claiming and then blasting your soul into teeny tiny little shreds. I can’t imagine anything being constructed this way. It is as if they placed a scapegoat at the village doors, hung the word efficiency on it’s neck and left it to wander off during a blizzard with a million ravenous wolves running around. It’s designed to be obtuse, the road is not so much a road as it is little strands of pavement showing you where the potholes are, as they are the majority of ‘road’ and each one is big enough to grab a tire and pop off an axle! It’s as if a paranoid schizophrenic was given the keys to the kingdom and let to go on a security rampage. Nothing about this makes any sense to me, so I must have faith that each wave of my feather-and-chicken-bone dreamcatcher gets me all that closer to my target, which is to have domain.com point to IP-Address-That’s-Right.

Nobody should worry about terrorists subverting the DNS system, even with virgins promised, nothing can be proper compensation for this bureaucratic nightmare! Damn!