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Changes 2019

As you all no doubt have guessed by now, I’m a lazy dude.

Really lazy.

And highly unorganized.

Which is why I’m streamlining this blog.

Starting February this year there will be ONE RoF post post month. On the 15th. For December 2019 I will try and come up with some Christmas calendar stuff, but I’m not making any promises. January 2020, will either see no planned posts what so ever, or I’ll think of something.

Friday posts.

It ia apparent that I have struggled with these in the past. So they’re becoming something irregular. If they come, they’ll be on Fridays. If not, wait a week. Maybe then I’ll have something for you. If you’ve come for Playmobil (our stayed for it), let me know, I can do that. 😉

As for the people I have picked up on Mastodon – I have a backcatalogue. In earnest, I will continue to fight anti-science people.

GMOs, vaccines and Nuclear power are safe and are our ticket to the future, if we want to end world hunger, be safe from diseases, and curb climate change.

Earth isn’t flat, chemtrails aren’t real, nor are homeopathy, naturopathy, colloidal silver, MMS (aka BLEACH), and all that other quack shit. Go see a doctor.

Nature isn’t your friend, it wants 5 of your 7 kids dead, and you should be dead between 40 and 50. Unless you have no technology, live in a cave or under a bush, eat only what you find (be it plantbased or a dead animal) in a raw uncooked fashion – shut the fuck up about anything being ‘unnatural’.

So.

There.

2019. Let’s get rolling.

Take care, A.

Rancid site

My finger hovers over the blue square with the rounded corners and the white lower case f in it. A red dot is superimposed onto the top right corner of it, a white number in it.

Facebook. Notifications.

I find myself hesitant to open the app.
Reluctant to.
Sure there are friends of mine, friends half the world away, friends I made through Facebook. People I care for and would miss if I were to leave the site.

But there is also all the murk.
The garbage rabid people on the left and the right, the uneducated with their battlecries to educate oneself. All the wasted hours trying to beat (metaphorically) some sense into people, people who do not understand basic human conduct, basic science, basic logic, or anything else that a toddler learns, right after pooping into a potty.
The anti science brigades with their shit flinging antivaxxers, noGMOers, AntiNuclears and other subcreatures living on a flat earth. The lobotomized hordes of migrant hating nationalists, and their immense library of bullshit, as well as their equally radical counterparts, who believe violence and wanton destruction is justified in the name of fighting ‘oppression’.

All the data collecting sites and hidden apps, aggregating every detail of your oh so willingly and openly shared private information and life. All the fraudulent advertisements that are strewn into the newsfeeds, as if they were genuine posts by your friends/acquaintances, just to misguide you.

At times I have come to believe, that lower case f stands for ‘fuck you’.
Uttered with such a cold distance and in a lack of compassion and humanity, that it doesn’t even deserve capitalisation.

fuck you

My finger moves away.
I don’t want to open this.
I don’t have enough curiosity to see what those notifications are about.
I have better things to do.
Maybe later.
Maybe never.

Take care,
A.

Burn, Baby, Burn

In Meppen in Germany a lot of people are currently thinking “Just once, I’d like to work with fucking PROFESSIONALS!”

You may ask yourself why, as the answer will be obvious to the (former) residents of Centralia.

The ground is burning.

There are villages in the middle of the (dried up) swamps. What are swamps rich in? Peat!

What is peat good at, once dry?

Burning.

Now, the swamps had a smoking ban, a campfire prohibition, because the summer was dry, and the peat was dry.

What did the German Military do in September 2018 regardless?

TEST SOME FUCKING ROCKETS!

Now the peat in the ground is on fire and they can’t douse that shit!

Once, just ONCE, do I want a news article “All went well, everyone involved was a professional.”

Take care,

A.

Friday … on Saturday

We’re at the hospital, fraking Bronchitis.

Hence I somewhat forgot about yesterday’s post.

Hope I will be forgiven.

Take care, A.

Hologram Universe / Ancestor Simulation 

​”There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. 

There is another theory which states that this had already happened.”

-Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
The most abused principle of recent times is the anthropic principle. Stating that the universe exists in the way it does in order to be compatible with sapient observers within it. We, the observers, exist because the universe is the way it is. But, and this is the error some make when interpreting this principle, it does not mean that we, sapient observers, MUST exist, because the universe is that way. Pretty much everything out there is hostile to higher developed forms of life such as us. Yet, we’re here, so the physics, chemistry and other boundaries, allow for beings such as us to arise out of the murky sludge that once sloshed around on our planet. But it does not mean that the universe is tailor made for us.

Recently the question arose whether we live in a hologram, an ancestor simulation. Devised by some aliens to study their ancestors through a realistic simulation of “primitive” beings. 

Will we ever find out if we do live in such a simulation? 

Unless the aliens live in a simulation themselves and want to study their ancestors, no. Once the simulated beings figure out they’re living in a simulation, they stop being an accurate simulation. If the simulator (aka computer) interferes with the simulation, your data is crap. Toss it all out and start new. Perhaps you have a save-file from before they found out that can be incorporated in the new, and better, simulation, and you won’t have to start from scratch.※ (Hence the Douglas Adams quote at the top)

No matter how good we get at science, no matter what secrets we uncover, this question will at best be answered with a strong and resounding no, or at worst always be “who knows?”…

Take care, 

A.
※ me personally, I would let them keep their discoveries and load them into the new simulation WITH their knowledge, just to fuck with them. But then again, I’m a shit god. 

PS, perhaps the universe is an ancestor simulation tailor made for the tardigrade? Think about it. It can survive pretty much anything the universe throws at it. Radiation, exposure, heat, cold, vacuum – fuck it. This thing keeps on living. We are just a weird fluke in the system, and someday we’ll discover a planet populated by highly evolved tardigrade people, living the tardigradopic principle.

Sweet merciless pain…

…I hadn’t known how much I missed you.
(Alternative title “I’ve hurt myself today…”)

Call me a masochist all you want, but I really like that pain. It isn’t a cut, bruise, upset stomach, injury or illness … nope.

Sore muscle.

But not just the usual ‘parental sore muscle’ from carrying the almost 4 year old around half a day.

Intentional sore muscle.

Started a minor, but daily, workout routine on Monday.

Holy frak my abs are killing me.

At the current time I’m doing pushups and situps. Going to introduce more stuff as soon as I stop hurting all over.

Thought you’d deserve to hear the good stuff too. 😉

Take care,
A.

10 February 2017

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The storm’s still raging. The current geopolitical, and geosocial situation is a disaster, my country’s situation is stable, but odd (alternativefacts are abundant, eventhough I do not live in the US).

My personal status is … well, it is.

Hope you folks liked the RoF Season 1 bulk posting at the end of January, there will be a bulk posting of Season 2, but we’ll see when that happens. (Instead of an Adventcalendar? Only throughout January 2018? At the end of it? We’ll se, we’ll see.)

Hope you folks are well, while battle my inner demons, and the exterior crushing bullshit hail…

Take care,
A.