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Tu Felix Austria

There’s this hospital being built in my home town of Vienna: Hospital north.

The price tag nearly doubled, it’s opening date postponed several times.

But that is not of the issue.

Recently ONE additional item about that hospital came to light with the hefty price tag of 95,000 Euro.

“What was it? An improved Heli-pad?” no my friends, nothing so simple, mundane and practical.

A FUCKING PROTECTION CIRCLE!

For 95,000 Euro a “consultant” was hired to “integrate the plot with mother natures energy flows” and “draw a protective circle” around it.

95k for woo.

If it was a private hospital catering to the rich, but delusional goop-buying crowd, I wouldn’t care. But it is a public hospital. Paid for with tax payer money. And mandatory pubic health insurance money.

WOO!

The city councillor responsible for these matters (who should be fired over this) didn’t know Jack about this, and had tasked the leader of the hospital department (who should be fired over this) to find the one responsible for this, who was then transfered (I hope that is code for “she was be fired over this).

No one, not one, of the RESPONSIBLE people actually feel responsible, and they claim to know nothing of this.

In the end one of of these neuron deficient weasels will stand there and say in an apologetic tone “I take full responsibility.”

YOU HAD IT THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME!!!

It sounds like the plot to some springtime-for-Hitler esque comedy starring Tim Allen, or an onion piece. But this is real folks.

In middle Europe.

A modern, western country.

Not some third world country that until last night was still hunting witches.

No.

AUSTRIA.

EUROPE.

What irks me the most about this is the implicitness with which all of this is reported. As if a “realignment with mother natures energy flows” and “protection against negative influences” was something that is being done with every plot, every building site. If some rich trouser stain is doing this for his estate – knock yourself out.

In that case I’d be rooting for the fraud. Take the rich fucks money! Take as much as you can carry.

But this?

PUBLIC money, for a PUBLIC hospital.

The guy who did all that (funny name, “Fasching” loosely translated “ Carnival”) was a car dealer before he turned esoteric. Why he stopped being a car dealer? His superiors pressured him too much to make a profit.

Oh. They would be so proud.

He sold a bunch of nothing and got paid massively for it.

In addition to the aforementioned bullshit he also held a seminar (or a few) for the higher-ups (who should all be fired over this) of the one-fine-day-to-be hospital.

None of them said anything or raised an alarm.

Not one said “I’m going back to doing actual work, you’re gone in five or I’ll call the cops and the press.”

95,000 Euro for absolutely nothing!

A councillor from another party stated in an interview that it is a shame that a hospital, a place of science, is involved with such woo.

I agree.

But, as a side note,

A – you are from the Christian party. Shut up.

B – there’s a homeopathic walk in clinic at Vienna’s AKH (common hospital) – paid for with, you guessed it, TAXPAYER and mandatory public health insurance money.

I am aggravated, outraged, and in the mood for murder, but: I am not surprised.

Fuck me sideways.

There are tribes yet uncontacted-by-civilisation in the Amazon who laugh at us over this! There are bush-people tripping on mushrooms (or the likes) with a more firm grip on reality.

It isn’t just a shame, this warrants a wave – a tsunami – of people getting fired (WITHOUT PAY, that is being kept to balance the 95k out!) to ensure that the idiocy is rooted out. “Cut healthy tissue close to the tumor away too doc, better safe than sorry.”

I think I will draft a letter to the city council:

As chairman of the darkmage society of austria, I demand 94,999 euro, or we will destroy the protection circle and flood the hospital grounds with negative energies, we are many, your puny trickster can not stop us.

If they resist and say how they will know that we have destroyed the protection I’ll answer how they know that it hasn’t. “We have the guarantee of the man who made it.”

“You have my guarantee against it.”

Word against word.

Insanity against insanity.

Take care,

A.

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Shamelessness

Or: Why I suck at marketing

This is about my apparent inability to generate more views or followers for my blog. (Christmas Calendar not withstanding, that time was great, thank you people. Be prepared for X-Mess 2015!)

Let me get one thing out of the way before you shake your head in disgust and surf on: I’m not measuring my success with Likes or Followers.
They give me validation, yes.
But I get much more validation through views.

Why?

I read and watch a lot of stuff on the net, without handing out ‘likes’, yet I’ve read or watched it.
I even come back to read/watch more, culminating in me ‘following’.
This can go on for ages without me handing out a single ‘like’.
Views therefore mean much more to me than the occasional ‘likes’. (“You’ve seen it, you can’t unsee it!”)

This bit is about my apparent inability for shameless self-promotion.
In many groups I have joined online, no matter where (facebook, google+, MeWe, etc.) an Author hirself will show up and be like:

No_one-EvarHeardOf posted: From the acclaimed writer of the brilliant Theobald Quincy Cockburn-Hutzenbrutzen novels, the incandescentMy-Intestines-burn trilogy, comes the new bold part 1 of 5000, in the excitingly fiery series 51 shades of beige!

And I just can’t do that.
No one knows my name, no one gives a frak. So why would, or should, I pretend to be an ‘acclaimed writer’? (Or something similar)
Close to no one (except you brave souls who dare venturing to my blog when a new story part comes out) ever heard of my writings. So citing them as a reference – moot.

I just can’t lie boldly in the face of a potential audience, to garner their interest. If I were to get paid for this, I’d feel like I swindled someone out of their savings! Unlike money, the time, I would steal from my (potential) audience, can not be returned. So I have even greater reservations, from just going online and boldly claim shit, that I think is only true inside my head!

Pride in one’s accomplishments is completely justified, but if you’re a relatively unknown individual – do not assume a title like ‘acclaimed writer’, nor praise your own work as the greatest thing since the pyramids.
That makes you look like a complete Schmuck!

(And that, by the way, is why the Schmucks always get great view counts, good sales and great advertising cash, while most honest writers dwell in dirt, and their schmucky heirs later bathe in cash…or honest Schmoe turns into douchy Schmuck)

Yes, dear readers.
This is the reason why, if you came here following one of my ever repetitive social network posts, or discovered one of them, that post sounded sorta lame, and why there only will be equally lame posts.
I will not dash out there posting “From the fresh new writer yourstruly, comes the deeply philosophical, beloved story: Mr. Zed!”

“From the acclaimed writer of the philosophical Zombie Masterpiece Mr. Zed, here’s the highly brain tingling ‘Whose World’ series!”

Take care, and avoid the flyin bovine waste,
A.

PS: I think what bothers me almost as much as the airborne bovine waste distribution methods (aka Bullshit flyong around), is these people are talking in third person of themselves. Only royals (do I need to go there?) and crazy people do that. I ain’t crazy enough for that. (Yet!)

Fictitious

I’m a writer, so this means that I spend a lot of time in my head. I attempt to draw my audience (if there is any) into this imaginary world too, so I’m not all against stuff that is only taking place in my head, or yours, or a lot of peoples heads.

But, only 8% of the world’s money exists in physical form, the rest is all virtual.

Imagine that.

The basis for our modern world economy is only in our heads.
Yes, IN OUR HEADS!

Not that the thing I give the cashier has any “real” value, except the value we asign it (in our heads and with the pr-/mint), but 92% of the world’s money does’t even give us that haptic feedback of handling a coin or bill – only existing virtually.
Only shit that takes place in our heads!

What do we normally do with people who asign value to shit that ain’t real and tangible?
Right, we lock them away before they can set the neighbors dog on fire for being an NSA spy, who in turn are only slaves for the alien master race.

So why do we allow Wall-Street gangsters and Rothschild crooks to control us with stuff that is only in their heads? Where did we go wrong, and derail from real life?
When did we, the people, say “Let’s imagine stuff, instead of trading bread for milk, and milk for meat?” Or a tangible placeholders for bread/milk/meat/services like real money?

I’ll tell you: WE DIDN’T!

It was THEM.

Not that I am a fan of conspiracy theories, but this is the truth folks.

THEY decided that to control us, and our lives.

Did we stop them after they ruined everything for everybody back in 1929?
No.
Did we stop them after the Techbubble (dotcom), or the Housing bubble of 08?
No, and no.

So like morons we celebrate their ingenuity as they run for a new bubble: the next Techbubble (I call it the “Socialbubble”). Facebook, and Twitter, and all the other “temporarily well going social media” companies that produce NOTHING real, companies that only make stuff, that is IN OUR HEADS – they suddenly have a “real” monetary value.
I call Bullshit on that.

Remember the BitCoin?
That was shit that NEVER existed in physical form, it was only in people’s heads (and computers) and some hackers gave them a blue pill, and now the BitCoin is crashing with reality.
Did anybody learn something from this?
No.
Did anybody say after this “Hey!? Let’s make our money tangible again, and stop this virtual crap!”?
No.
No one spoke up.
It got quiet around this really quick.
As if to hush the public, and make them comfortable, eventhough one super massive solarflare / mass ejection could wipe out modern world economy. And we wouldn’t have a hint of a warning. (A mass ejecetion event fried some telegraphs back in the 19th century, when only a few of those were around, imagine that happening today. Chaos!)

No, instead we got focused on Crimea – although the Russian claim on the peninsula is thousands of times more legitimate than anything the US did in recent years/decades.
Our focus got diverted to a plane that got lost after that. It is a tragedy, and all the relatives out there have my sympathy, but is MH370 of global interest?
Really?

We’re fooled.
All the time.
Shit that is only taking place in our heads dictates our lives, and our attention to solve this situation is rushed away to something else immediately!

Wake up people.
Smell that?
It’s something burning, and it’s our bum’s.

My condolences to the relatives of MH370, but let’s get global attention back to global issues: our climate is acting up (or at least going to become uncomfortable for us humans), our Bees are dying (making life for us humans harder if not borderline impossible), our economy is only crap inside our heads/computers (one massive solar flare, people).

Let’s tackle REAL issues, people.
I’m a writer, but 8 hours a day I’m an employee.
5 hours I spend sleeping.
Only 1-2 hours do I spend writing, the rest I’m a father and a husband. So only 1-2 hours a day I’m in a place that is inside my head.
Reality, people, let’s get back to it.

A.

Videophones

My carrier got bought by a competitor, and now we’re in a new network.
Old contracts legally binding? Fine.
Still with the bonus points system? Fine.
Being wih the special-needs-cases of mobile phone networking? Not so fine…

You see, my new carrier started out as the Odd One. “With us you can can have video calls!?”
And whom would I video call?
The first video call sex hotline?
Peoples ears?
People without the camera at the front?
Outside of the video network carrier???
Tell me you techno dicks!

Alright.
A few years ago, a decade, or rather, two, a few nerds and geeks got a techno boner dreaming up videocalls over the internet. They worked, and worked and came up with stuff like Skype.

Why did they do it?
Because they could! And because they thought it’d might get them chicks. And/Or money.

Then some other dickhead thought “I can’t wait to have videocalls on the go.” and because he was not good with patience, he got to work.
So that a completely useless feature is implemented in reality. Not even SciFi was using that kind of crap! Say what you will about SciFi writers, they know a useless feature when they sdee one, and if anyone ever truly thought that videocalls on the go were a nifty idea, we’d have seen it in SciFi.

So now I have to be with the special kids, you know the kind, those who eat glue and eat Valium like M&Ms to contain their ADHD.
I wouldn’t mind normally, genius and insanity is separated by a very thin, nigh non-existent border. But the videocall crowd is deeper inside the crazy, and farther from genius territory.

Almost like those cretins still using Fax. Seriously, that technology NEVER was in demand.
It is just like mobile videocalls, it never appeared in SciFi, thus you can conclude it’s a useless feature. Please ban that crap from this planet, it is annoying me to have it in the same reality as me.

From Zero to Hero, from Fame to Fail. (beating the virtual pt. 5)

Beforehand let me tell you, I am not belitteling the work some people had put into their “fame”.
I have told that to a fellow YouTuber who was critizing a certain YouTube celebrity for being a sell-out. The creator in question had built up a nice business, with himself as the star. It was quite some work, and as far as I know, it was quite by accident, since he wanted to do something entirely different originally.
I respect that. I respect the work and effort, I do not envy him, and by far am I not in a position to critizie him. To do that I would have to show something for myself.
And I have not much to show for.

Even if, it was the decision of these people, of that creator in question. The commenter had nothing to show for himself either.

But!

I have to say that I have seen some people rise to fame on the net through the work they did, and they did it for the love they had for their work.
Any person who loves doing what they do, whether they become famous or not, deserves my respect, and to a certain degree, my loyalty. But as soon as the love gets pushed aside for the money, or the love for money, my loyalty crumbles away.
I dislike corporate sell-outs.
Yes, it is the free market, and the decision of these people, as many of them invest quite some money into their passion, it is only legitimate that they get some in return. But being annoyed the fuck out of my skull by 30 seconds of unskippable advertising before a video is making all respect I have/had vanish.

These people rose from basement located, single webcam using, talkers to entertainers who have several cameras, expensive equipement and quite a viewer base. – same thing goes for bloggers, minus the camera and expensive equipement (unless you’re foolish enough to buy Mac).
From zero to hero!

And now they think they can torment the viewers they had worked so hard for with mediocre, sometimes outright bad, videos (posts) and a ton of advertising. There is merchandise with their logos and feces[KILL] faces all over it (Spaceballs, anyone?) and we’re supposed to buy it. Flush money down the drain.
From fame to fail.

I am writing this with the full knowledge that I will never be as famous as they are, and even if, I’m way to weary of the consequences if I sell out.
Sure, it’d be fine to see my name on a book, not as an author of ONE story in an anthology (again), but as the ONLY author. I’d give a lot for that, but I decided to publish it here. There are things I leave out of the online publications (brutality, sex, others), that I’d include in a printed version (or published where I’d get money for it). But the gist of it is here. And it’s only a little percentage I’m leaving out. (less than 1%)
I once met a gal who writes for money. And for money only, not because she loves writing, but because she can write.
Flawlessly I have to admit. It is always well structured, well developed, and all in all flawless. But it lacks one thing.
Something that I missed in all her work, something I miss in newer videos of the people I talked about above – soul.
Form without function. To twist the phrase “Never judge a book by it’s cover” I’d have to say its all cover, but no book.

Just turn your attention to Hollywood,
I’d watch a crappy B-Movie, with bad actors, bad special effects that would make the 60s SFX departments look glorious, and cheesy oneliners but a GOOD story, rather than a 3 hour CGI fuckfest, A-List actors and directors, without one.
So I have to say:
Sloppy writing but good story – I’ll read it.
Crappy videos with a shaky cam but lots of heart and soul put into it – I’ll watch it.
B-Movie but a good story – I’ll see it.
And for all of these I’d even pay money, rather than a highly develeoped product with no content.

“If you’re good something, never do it for free.” – agreed. I chose my payment to be the “Likes” here.
Can’t buy anything for it, but I’d rather be a liked, likeable, broke author/blogger, than a shiny object of “admiration” with no content and no soul in my work.

BTW: I like you folks.
The moment the first Zed Episode received the first like my heart skipped a beat, my day got better in that very instant, and my determination to continue on was cemented.
I had tried before, but it was desasterous. This was my last attempt to make it as a blogger. And you made it happen!
Even if I stick with the current 28 followers until the end of (my) time – I thank you.
All of you.
I like you.
All of you.

A.