Posts tagged ‘rage’

Windows 10. Phone issues.

I have the misfortune of having to work with Windows 10 at the office now.

It looks neat I gotta say, but what is it like working with it?

Like you’re driving a horse drawn, silk saddled carriage that has the break constantly drawn, through a stoney desert.

It looks good, but boy is it a shitty and bumpy ride.

In other news, my Asus Zenfone Max Z010d hit the bucket. First the wifi wouldn’t connect. Ever. Then it was stuck in a bootloop.

Several attempts of lay (and lame) hacking/flashing it later, I got it briefly up to running again. I had to finish my setup. Language selection, okay. Keyboard layout, okay. Do you want to use SIM and Wifi, or just Wifi? Obviously, both.

Reboot into the bootloop.

It won’t let me replace the bootloader, or the operating system. So far. I will either completely brick it, or crack it like an egg:

Here it is held at gunpoint.

So. Technical issues aside, everything’s peachy. Gotta go now, today’s my kid’s birthday.

Take care, A.

PS, yes, last week’s app idea was inspired by the expanse. 😉

Roadrage 09. Sept.

They made this.
This exists. Outside. On the road, not a training course for kids.

On a bicycle lane, exclusively for cyclists.

Let me rephrase that: They made real markings for cyclists!
The one group of traffic participants who frequently ignore traffic lights, traffic signs, and, most importantly, any and all markings! Who think traffic laws are loose guidelines or recommendations and safety gear is for loosers who actually value life and health.

They have shat out taxpayer money, to paint teeny-tiny cyclist markings on a bicycle lane, to make the one group of traffic participants that could only be more dangerous if they rode bikes made out of solid plutonium, feel safer.

Why?
Why on earth would you do useless crap like that?
What will be next? Signs for blind people not written in Braille? “If you’re blind, please look out for traffic!”

I would not put it beyond these stupid people. 

After all, those must be the same Schmucks who came up with the flashing red lights and high pitched beeps when the subway doors close, to deter people from jumping in at the last second, after thirty or fourty years of not having this. Did it actually stop anyone from jumping in at the last second?
NO!

Will the bicycle lane markings achieve anything except wasting taxpayer money?
NO!

I wish I could grab power in this stupid country, and mop the floor with all those mouthbreathers from the political extremes left and right. There would be no refugee crisis, just a welcome. There would be no road markings for cyclists, just hefty fines for driving on the road without a licensed vehicle, without safety gear, and no license…

Take care, and dodge the two wheeled menaces,
A.

NEWS: Friday 15th Jan 2016 (incl. RoF)

I have struggled to write a new post for today.

Several reasons as to why, coincidentally, today’s the 15th. So it’s already covered by the birthday post. Then again, I don’t want the birthday posts to interfere with the normal operations on this blog. Added Bonus, FTW.

Another reason was that I have a lot of stuff going on ATM. And the last reason is, that I feel the need to justify myself. At least a little bit.

You see, there was a lot of stuff going in the last few months – in the world, I mean. You might have heard of these things going down.

Terrorist attacks, lunatic people, refugee crisis, sexual herassment and mass groping (up to mass rape).
I have remained silent on my blog. Invoking the appearance as if these posts had been made in advance.

Which is true.

The other thing is, I don’t want the tragedies of the real world derail me. Yes, it’s an ego thing. Partially.

I am an easily enraged person, a (little) choleric.
So whenever saomething injust happens I get angry. And as many of you may or may not know, if you write shit in an angry mood, it’s just that. Shit.

If I try to tone down my rage fueled hatred, it ends up being empty. If I let the hate flow through me, the texts seem like tempertantrums thrown by Kylo ren as he trashes a room. (yes, I’ve seen the movie! It was AWESOME!)

In addition: I refuse to let Terror win.
Terrorists do shit, we grind to a halt and write about it. Our empathy, our outrage, our hatred.
Derailing our plans, our ideas, and changing our world.
They win. We lose.
Unless they shoot me down, I will go on as before. That way, we win.

Anyway.

This is the reason why I am not going to comment on all this crap that is going on in the world. Terrorist attacks, refugee crisis, (armed?) militias  forming in my country (that has happened only once in history before, and shortly after we got annexed by Hitler Germany…go think about that for a moment or two!), sexual assaults on new years eve, “arm length distance” reactions to that by the mayor of that city…no. I will not comment on it.
Maybe later.
Probably never.

Again, they win. We lose.

That is also the reason why I hadn’t commented on Lemmy’s death, or David Bowie’s death, and why I won’t comment on Alan Rickman’s death.

Regarding Rings of Fate: I still need to tweak a few things here and there, get the (one) graphic right, and decide on a proper schedule. I hope to have it up and available by end of the month, but no promises….BTW: My connection to Facebook somehow won’t function properly… O.o

Until next time, stay safe, take care,
A.

Addendum to the Hippies…

A well known theatre (actors on a stage) in my country is in dire need of renovations. To rake in donations they started an advertising campaign (with a rather unsettling image):

The woman in the picture (in others it’s a man) has no eyes, but skin stretched over the place where eyes should be. The slogan goes something like this: “Whether you want to see it, or not. No renovation. No theater. Let’s do something.”
Okay. Sad, but okay.

So far, so good.

Then someone took a sharpie (or edding) and wrote on the forehead of the woman on the ad the following

“So much injustice…
so many wars…so much lunacy…
whom is caring for theatre then?”

I know it isn’t supposed to say “whom” but I wanted to carry the grammatical error over from german, and this is the best I could come up with. So that would be issue number one with that graffity.

Number 2: Injustice? Wars? Lunacy? That’s business as usual you numbskull!
We need theatre (and it’s successors “Movies”, “TV”, “Gaming”, “Internet”) as a form of escapism. I’d rather live in a world with injustice, wars and lunacy that has these escapsims in it, than a world with absolute peace, equality and sense that has NO (performing) arts!

Theatre (and it’s successors) not only provide relief from the world we have to endure, but also serve as a projection of our dreams. Even IF we were to have peace, equality and sanity in the world, all of the world, we still have dreams, dreams that can’t be fulfilled.
For example: No magic, no starships (yet), so we need a projector.

We need and want drama, we need it to satisfy our basic emotional responses. We want it in order to feel empathy.
To remind us why we are doing what we are doing. In that perfect world this hippy scribbler indirectly demands, we will soon suffer from a lack of empathy, as there is no suffering, thus we become indifferent.
That’s were drama comes in.
In the world we live in right now, we need drama to remind us that there are solutions to things. To hone our empathy, and transport that empathy from the play (etc.) out into the real world.

Theatre (and so on) satisfies our need for human interaction, even if we are a social introvert, we are still hardwired to NEED it, and this is a basic need served. An introvert who can’t speak to people, still can feel (empathy wise) the entire emotionrange due to these projections.

So you god damn hippy, we need theatre (and so on), as escapism, as honing for our empathy, as distraction, as levitation, as projection. We need to dream, to hope, to aim, to reflect, to think, but also to shut down our mind and let things unfold without us interfering.
For thousands of years there was theatre as entertainment in one way or another.
Denying that it is a basic human need to entertain and be entertained, is even more crippling to society and our development,than injustice, wars and lunacy together.

With that said, here the stumbling block:

CreepyTake care, peace
A.

PS: Yes, she looks like something lifted from a creepypasta…

I’d suck as an interviewer…

I saw an interview with a local politician these days.

The interviewer then asked “…if your project get’s rejected, what do you think was the cause? Who did you fail at?” the politician looked around like some kid making up an obvious lie story and then started babbling “Well…hm…I guess….well, I’d be very sidappointed if blablabla” and I would’Ve snapped as the interviewer at the point of “I’d be very disappointed” and jumped at my counterpart a finger in their face screaming “THAT WAS NOT THE QUESTION! WHO DI YOU FAIL AT? ANSWER!” then the policitican would start again with her disappointment, at which point it slap her with my papers “ANSWER THE GOD DAMN QUESTION!” at this point molten steel red in the face “FRAK YOUR FEELINGS, WHO. DID. YOU. FAIL. AT?”

Probably my producers and people behind the camera would drag me off screen and you’d see “Technical difficulties” sign shown, afterwards a deeply terryfied politician and a new interviewer would sit there and she could ramble on about her disappointment somewhere in the off you’d hear me screaming and yelling “THAT WASN’T THE QUESTION!”

All in all, no matter if they are left wing (like the woman I saw in the interview) or right wing (like the true master of avoiding straight answers in interviews here) – ALL politicians lie. They all don’t want to give straight answers.
If you confront them with hard facts, or things they haven’t got a written response for – they budge. None of them can react to stuff in an honest way, they stick to their agenda and even if you can see them crack internally, they continue their lies. Policitcs ever being truthful and honest would destroy the entire system. If you expect change in opinion when they meet in an assembly, or some interview, or a meeting with SPECIALISTS – you’re gonna have a bad time. (Insert Southpark Meme here :Þ)

Again, I’d be a horror as interviewer. Yelling, screaming and insulting these morons and their evasive behavior and their lies. Perhaps I’d be great. But I think I’d suck…