Posts tagged ‘test’

Meanwhile in Vienna…

As y’all know, we recently were vacationing in Italy, Bibione to be exact.

We were gone 17 days. One day before our departure our elevator (living on the 6th floor, or 7th of you’re American) was shut down for service repairs. Which was very delightful for me, now having to haul the suitcases down to the basement garage (6th floor up, so 8 floors total).

It was out of commission for one and a half weeks during our absence.

We later learned it wasn’t just serviced, oh no:
They replaced the hydraulics.

Before the replacement the elevator made a VROOM sound, when it was starting to go up, that you heard in the entire apartment!

Now that VROOM sound is gone. Now it is making a TOC TOC TOC TOC sound when going up. The entire length of the journey UP.
THAT YOU HEAR IN THE ENTIRE APARTMENT!

Fuck me sideways.

What hydraulics did they use? Second grade, second hand, salvaged from a scrap yard??

Jesus ascending Christ!

If you’ll excuse me, I have to break something…in the elevator…

A.

Life ain’t that hard, elections II

Not to beat a dead horse, but this democracy shit is getting out of hand.

No I do not advocate dictatorship or other totalitarian systems. But in recent elections (and runner ups to elections *ahem*US*ahem*) it has been demonstrated, REPEATEDLY, that the general public is too dumb to grasp the stuff they vote about.
Presidential elections ins Austria, BREXIT, Trump’s success…

Here’s a simple solution (you know I excell at these):
1.: Campaigns. Hold ’em, but keep facts straight and true, and for goodness’ sake – don’t show any of these mutant faces. No public appearances, no pictures of candidates/advocates/etc. Just plain text, no music, no people.
Emotionless speech in audio clips.
2.: Every person eligible for voting MUST pass a test before being allowed to participate in the election (or referendum). If they have any score lower than 80%, sorry, next time perhaps.
3.: For further preventing the derailment into an idiocracy refer to my last post about elections here.

Consise and simple, as usual.

Hope that helps,
take care,
A.

Genuises!!

“If you find the feces in this picture of logs and leaves in under a minute, you’re a genius scientists say. Share if you found it, and post your time!” -randem Fecesbook post.

If anything, a study pertaining these sort of ‘Where’s Waldo?’ pictures and posts would only measure how gullible and dumb people are.
There is nothing genius in here, just an ability to find stupid shit amongst other stupid shit. Bravo, now hand over the like and share us, so we can get more likes and traffic, for whatever stupid reasons.
You wanna really stand out to your friends and relatives as a genius? Delete your facebook.

PS: Any tests that you find online, that are in fact not hosted and maintained by actual psychologists and the likes, supposedly measuring your IQ, are not measuring your IQ.
They’re shite, simple as that.

You want to learn your IQ? Go see a fucking doctor for goodness sake, otherwise you’re demonstrating a lack of IQ.
There, fixed that for you delusional dimwits,

Take care,
A.

Patience

Truly is a virtue. A virtue that I am not in possession of.

I have gotten over the aneurysm inducing first parent-teacher conference, and I must say, I marvel at the patience of the Kindergarten teachers, and the braindamage indicating stupidity of the parents.
All of which seem like either left-over Yuppies (Ouppies?) or Alternative-Antivaxxer-Hippies.
Or both.

KGT (Kindergardenteacher): “For the strictly voluntary, weekly Out-Of-The-House-Day supply your kid with a backpack, raincoat, they should wear trousers, don’t pack lunches, and supply a reusable waterbottle, we fill the bottles with the children here.”
Parent1: “The bottle should be empty?”
KGT: “Yes.”
Parent2: “Can we fill them at home?”
KGT: “No. We fill them with the kids, here.”
Parent3: “So, the bottle is supposed to be empty?”

I wonder how these people have made it through the daily gauntlets of life so far.

If I would’ve held that conference I would’ve told them the first sentence. When the first parent asks I would’ve let out a sigh of frustration and stared blankly into the audience: “Listen up. I will say this only once again: Bring an empty bottle that your kid is going to fill up with water. Here. With us. You do not fill it yourselves, we and the kids do. If any of you are dimwitted enough to be confused by this simple task, LEAVE! Leave now, your kids will be taken into custody of the state, your drivers licence will be revoked, and you won’t be permitted to vote, anymore! In fact, you will be given a legal guardian yourself!”

Explaining basic simple crap to toddlers is something that needs to be done.
They’re learning. That is something I can do. Their attention span is about 5 seconds (unless they are supposed not to pay attention to something, then it can’t be deterred).
But their parents get zero tolerance.
These people have had kids, they need to raise these kids. They are holding jobs.
They have a permit to navigate a vehicle of several tons, loaded with said children and several liters of a highly flammable liquid, through populated areas.
They are allowed to vote! Thus, not only ruining the futures of small groups of people, but large groups of people.

And this can’t be tolerated! They need to be as much raised/trained as their kids, the KGT shouldn’t let that shit slip.

So.
After my first almost-breakdown, we went on further down shit road. 

Still on the subject of the voluntary, weekly Out-Of-The-House-Day:
KGT: “We ask the children whether they want to go out and if they don’t want to, they stay inside.”
Parent4 (FRONTROW SEATED!): “Well I was under the impression that my child’s backpack was hardly if ever used last year. Why’s that?”
KGT: ….
In my head: “Did you binge drink before you got here, passed out and didn’t hear jackshit about the entire voluntary part, only waking up due to the ruckus over the bottle? Did you take LSD and fazed out? Don’t ask about the bottle, I dare you! Maybe your little snowflake did not want to go out that much?”

If they were to hold a simple test AFTER the meeting, to see what the parents retained OF the meeting, the results would be catastrophic. Further cementing my idea that such test should be required to vote in election.

Sheetcreek river tours ain’t over yet!

KGT: “By rules and regulations, as well as the law, we are prohibited from administrating any medication on your children. That includes cremes if your child has diaper sore, or homeopathic globuli.”
In my head: “Wahahahahaha, good, my kid shouldn’t eat too much candy anyways!”
KGT: “We can’t even use disinfectants.”
Parent5: “Blood does disinfect anyways.”

What??? Wait! WHAT??? Then why on earth are we doing all this disinfection shit then? Why are there sterile OR tools? This parent solved all of our problems! Doctors, throw away those gloves, ditch that soap amd get to work asap, blood disinfects!

Back on track.
Parent6: “Why don’t you use Octenisept? It has hardly any sideffects, it doesn’t even burn!”
In my head: “Seriously, what kind of drug abuse are you folks partaking in to get to the point of blacking out every five minutes and missing vital shit like PROHIBITED BY LAW? Did you get ANY of that?

KGT: “No. We can’t. Dirt is washed out by the blood flow if it’s a scratch, if the child is bleeding more heavily than a band aid could contain, mwe are calling either you, or an ambulance anyways.
Parent7: “What if the child is bleading too heavy for a band aid?”

I am dead serious, what drugs were you people doing before coming in? And why did I miss the stand where they gave out the free acid or whatever?
I’d rather watch the coffeemachine turn into a dragon guarding my fridge, than go through that shit ever again!

After that the aneurysm inducing parents with the braindamage apparently gave up and kept their mouths shut.

In conclusion I must say, yes, I’d have the patience to deal with a bunch of toddlers, but I lack the tolerance, and the will to deal with a bunch of adults, which are supposedly sane.
My deepes respect to teachers worldwide, kindergarten or otherwise.

Take care,
A

PS: Next parent-teacher conference, I am going to get piss drunk beforehand.

The crux of GMOs

Originally I was always against GMOs. As some of you might recall (or will read while browsing my archive).

Simply because we have more than enough food to go around, it just doesn’t really “go around”.
The rich industrial countries hog all the resources, throw much of the abundance away, while the poorer and less fortunate countries hunger.

But.

Yes, there’s a ‘but’ involved.
We can feed the hungry by planting GMOs right outside their doors. Plants modified to withstand droughts, or brack water.
We could grow meat from stemcells in the lab, thus ending the despicable conditions that many food animals have to endure. (Also ending those animals BTW). Perhaps some vegetarians who avoid meat for the conditions the animals live in will return to it.

There are sources crying out for outlawing all GMOs, and for more organic foods.
But there is a little problem my lovelies: Almost everything we humans eat is, to some extent, altered. (Also, not realising that EVERYTHING is organic, if it weren’t, it’d ooze in from another universe or dimension.)

No food-crop that we plant today is occuring in nature. We interfered with their evolution, crossed them (like through grafting) with others, bred only the most meat and milk producing cows and pigs, the chickens laying the bigger/more eggs, etc.
These plants and animals did not evolve like that on their own.
We altered them.
Even your most basic organic stuff is a GMO, if you break it down to it’s origins. We made it that way, just because we did it without a lab, does not matter. It is MODIFIED.

Adressing the issues with GMOs concerning the safety – I can not. I’m not a scientist, and I don’t pretend to know it all. Unlike other groups and people.
It is, however, funny, and it gives me reason to pause and doubt many claims of the anti-GMO-movement, when seeing that their sources for, or melting pots of, information, are also the same places the Chemtrail people and anti-vaxxers (proDeath people) go for information.

While I am opening up for GMOs, I also think we need to be cautious. Too often we rushed crap into production and flooded the market with it, only later realising there were either adverse effects, or better solutions.

The GMOs everyone is filling their panties with poop over, they need to be tested.
Human tested.
Gather a group of volunteers and supply them with this stuff, which was grown in a hermetically sealed greenhouse.
Letting the GMOs grow in open nature can be devastating, due to the same facts that brining foreign species into an ecosystem is dangerous. Native species, both benign and malign, might get wiped or at least endangered. Ask Austrialia how that went for the indigenous species in the past.

How long should they be tested? A year in the minimum, ten years if you want to make sure that the poisonous plants designed to kill pests, so we won’t need pesticides, won’t kille us too. Or turn people into poisonoues timebombs. “Venomous ejaculations” sounds like a B-Movie from the seventies.
But we don’t need to go to the act of making sex, a nice long kiss, and you (almost) kill your partner – no one want’s to be Rogue (X-Men). Trust me. No one.
Diatary changes don’t show up immediately. I ate a lot of Tobasco in my youth. A friggin lot.
It went well for some time – a few years at least – but after some time I got footed the bill. If I eat too spicy food now, an hour later I need to rush to the restroom in agony. And that’s where the fire is truly lit. (If you catch my drift)

GMOs hold great potential for the future of mankind. They should not be dismissed easily, but not rushed out foolishly either. Sadly often enough things these days (including GMOs) are rushed for the quick buck.
The next time one of your root nibbling friends, or some hayheaded politian wants them banned, remind them, EVERYTHING we eat is Genetically Modified (the “GM” part of “GMO”), because humans interfered with it’s evolution through (cross-) breeding.
Next time someone want GMOs released on the fields, remind them of Australia, it’s a prime example, but there are actually many more.

Until then, scientists, keep working. The future needs you, and the rest of us will continue to battle stupid, and remain hopeful for the future.
I want the future to arrive, at least in my lifetime. To paraphrase from Assassins Creed “Embers”: I know I don’T have enough time to see everything, but the way things are going, I’m afraid I don’t have enough time to see anything.

Take care,
A.

Nonsensical Bullcrap (Life ain’t that hard: Feminist experiments)

I stumbled upon some uber nonsensical crap.

Again.

This was a pseudo-feminist post / tweet that makes me angry. For all the right reasons!
No, I’m not a mysagonist swine. I am all for equality, but equality is not taking the scale that has been askew for countless generations and imbalance it in the other direction. No it is not “your time to rule” now.
It’s time to move past these shitty preconceptions we have. Neither men, nor women, are superior!

The text of the tweet read (I’m not going to post the image, due to eventual copyright claims): “My sister is doing an experiment: Whenever men walk towards her, she doesn’t move out of the way first. So far she has collided with 28 men.” tweeted on 13th December 2014.

I understand what you (or your sister) are trying to say here. That men are ignorant assholes who think women have to get out of the way.
But you’re doing it wrong. The way YOU do it, is proving you wrong!
Completely.
Proof? In what amount of time has she collided with the alleged number of men? How many women has she run into? Where did she conduct this experiment? At which date(s) and time (s)? etc.

It would be EXACTLY as if some racist scum tweeted “My brother is doing an experiment, when ever a N*##a is approaching, he doesn’t step out of the way. So far he has collided with 28 of ’em!”

See? Exactly the same. I don’t know if the the tweeting individual is banking on the stupidity of her audience, or doesn’t know any better herself, but I think it’s the former. Here’s how to get real data, not your falsified crap:

1.: You need two test-subjects. A man and a woman. Each of average height and build and looks. (To get a “neutral” picture here)
2.: They can not move out of the way, no matter WHO is coming in their direction; Men, Women, Children, Old folks, Cripples, etc. Only exception, the other test subject.
3.: They log their encounters. Men, Women. How many of each bumped into them? Alternatively, a body cam can be used, to prevent the test subjects from intentionally falsifying the data!
4.: To get a clear picture, this needs to be conducted of a statistically significant amount of time: A WHOLE YEAR! Why? If you try this for a week in december, people will mow you down. Stressed, Grumpy, Hasty. “Get outta my way, punk!”
5.: For the duration of the experiment, the location can not be altered! You can’t “test” this during christmas on a busy shopping street, at springbreak in Palm Beach, and so on. No.
ONE location for 365.25 days. PERIOD!

Now, I can imagine why the experiment wasn’t run on these conditions from the start.
It might harm, or even shatter,  your pseudo feminist, man hating world view. Finding out that women out there aren’t any better than men, might hurt you and your imagined problems.

Instead of focusing on a few rounds of “chicken”, work against TRUE inequality.
Thank you for your time, stay strong sisters.
A.

PS: If you (regardless of your gender, age, build, race, ethnicity, religion, etc.) stand in front of the subway/bus/tram/train doors, trying to get IN before letting others get OUT, you deserve to be mowed to the ground!

PPS:
The narrow minded BS that is spewing out from the feminazi camp is posioning our culture almost as much, if not as much, as mysagony. A brilliant scientist is (helpiung in) landing a tiny space craft on a tiny rock of ice and fluff that is speeding through our solarsystem at incredible velocities, and what do we hear? “Your shirt is sexist and ostracizing”…
I rest my case.
If mankind’s greatest achievements are overshadowed by these people and their opinion (over a shirt designed and made by a woman, who gave it to the scientist in question as a gift, who wore it that day as homage to the woman who gave it to him) then we are doomed. As a species. There is no more room for improvement. What. So. Ever.
This is why we can’t have nice things. HE was made to apologise, HE was crying.
It is the idiots cirtising his choice of apparel who should be sitting there, weeping like little kids and saying sorry.

PPPS:
Did you people hear/read about this?
This self proclaimed feminist (misandrist, if you ask me; or the more modern term “feminazi”) aborted her unborn because it was a boy. No medical issues. She felt ready for a child.
But not a male child.
Some may call it empowerment, or reverse-gendercide. I call it gendercide. Misandrist gendercide.

Do you people REALLY need to know why I take a strong disliking to pseudo feminist bullshit like above? It creates, or at the very least nurtures, individuals who should receive a hysterectomy with a wooden cooking spoon!

Life ain’t that hard: Politics

Here we go again…

I’m all in favor of democracy, but I hate idiocracy, which is the system currently in place, I sadly have to say. Drooling, uninformed idiots electing Schmucks who are less inteligent and informed than the idiots who elect them.

But fear not my fellow people, I have solutions!

Step 1: no more voting with 16! I mean seriously, what was I interested in at 16?
Tits! If you’re a sixteen year old, you should be listening to your raging hormones, not raging old folks!
Step 2: mandatory tests before elections. For both the candidates and the people – you wanna vote? You need to know shit. Current shit. Political shit. Shit you should know through osmosis, just by being alive, and watching the news at least once or twice a week.
Step 3: ignorance is a bliss! We never get to see the people we elect. Why? Politics has devolved from an argument based campaign to a popularity contest. Admitted most, of the scarecrows we have as leaders are anything BUT pretty faces, but still, you ask why someone voted for Joseph KillAJew “He has so pretty eyes!” And youre just standing there “what does that have to do with anything?”
Step 4: bound by blood…err..signature. Since we have informed people only voting now, who have a concept of “in ten years”, and no one ever saw the people we vote for, it is time to form an opinion! Candidates (and partys) have to sign a binding contract, that, in case they are elected, they will do everything in their power to fulfill their agenda. And their agenda has to be included in said contract. That’s the lies they currently tell us, only in this system, they’re bound to it, and if they neglect to even try – pay time! Massive monetary loss for the candidate/party and a ten legislations ban on competing again! (Yes, 50 years. Deal with it!)

This should, at least temporarily, fix the problem. No more idiots, no more pretty eyes, no more lies, no more teen favors. Real politics. Real people.
Period.

Here’s a little something to pin up in the voting booth:

DO YOU KNOW?
DO YOU REALLY KNOW?
ARE YOU SURE?
ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY SURE?

Just remember, we only get a government as good as its people, and therefore we can say only one thing: We’re fracked!