music industry scam

guest post:

“hah-hah wow, anything on line is easily rippable, its a massive black hole screw scam job, unless you the one scamming, then its glorious and great… once it goes to 1’s and 0’s, its over, period… photon encryption is the only chance, tied to hardware, with keys shared somehow, which is the catch cause how do you share a digital key without quantum encrypting that with its own key?? thats the hold up…

and guess what, when that gets poppin’, sorry to say, its only going to benefit the majors and 1% top gunners anyways… you roll with the 1% else you play the doormat position, no amount of show smoke lying b.s. trickery PR gimmickery will be able to dupe enough people to continue for too much longer…

its wake up and suck it up times people, at least we aint in some trench with bullets whizzing over watching fellow humans die in the thousands all around us, so thats good… be thankful for it…

look people, get over it, its one huge black hole surveillance cop fest slime bucket pirate scam ripoff job, its over, thats the reality, you’re either a cop or a criminal when it comes to the internet, anyone else trying some legit business building is a target for criminals else a possible terrorist for cops, thats the way it is, the free net music dream is over, never was born, i’m so savvy…”

this is provided as fair use for social commentary and anthropological study on important issues of our day.

tip of the contradictory iceberg

guest post:

“I hail from the great state of Texas, a land that I love (despite it’s many social faults), and that my ancestors defended steadfastly in centuries past. I grew up wild, and did all the things you no-doubt think I would have done. I learned to ride on an old bay roan that came straight from the rodeo circuit, whose fearless and unquestioning nature taught me more than any human. I had a paint mare with one blue eye, and markings both distinct and sacred, that I trained myself, and on whose back I spent many a hot summer evening. I swam in the river behind the house, and it was there that my father taught me how to fish. There that I swung from an overhanging tree branch when the banks were high. There that I crossed on horseback.

I learned to drive behind the wheel of a Ford truck with a ladder tied to the top, out on country back roads, and I still use the phrase “going into town.” On quiet mornings, white tail deer would creep close to the house. I kept to myself here, preferring books and animals to people.

I left the heart and the country to study music, where I found my joy, and then revolted in the decision to spurn graduate school. Instead I began my work, which I continue today in a city that, at the time, seemed so far away and so impossible, and which now teems at my fingertips.

I am not without idiosyncrasy, and when I worry or stress I paint and repaint my nails. A habit that, in a particularly bad time, left them so weak I had to cease all glittered, purple activity.

I only have a small keyboard, because this is Manhattan, and when I visit my Texas home it is wonderful to sit under the stairs with feet on cool marble and make music tangibly on the baby grand of my youth.

My neighborhood is colorful and lively, and these are not necessarily bad things, but I prefer solitude and stillness, and I have taken a liking to rising early to sip my coffee before the rest, and to bask in the pleasure of a few hours of cool silence.

I am living. One day at a time.”

this is provided as fair use for social commentary and anthropological study on important issues of our day.

infinite monkeys, infinite keyboards

WE ARE LEGION!

yesh! i am one of the infinite monkeys banging away on a keyboard. one of us will surely create a masterpiece. from time to time (past, present and future) i will entertain you with a guest post from the monkey sphere commonly “reefered” to as the internet or world wide web.

all guest posts thoughtfully chosen for thoughtfulness and originality although it is hard to determine the authenticity of quotes from the internet. in short it is one big mish mash bash.

this is provided as fair use for social commentary and anthropological study on important issues of our day. you cant make this shit up!

model, pattern caress with the lips

guest post:

“In a previous life, aras was Edna Pontellier. As a baby, she was Pippi Longstockings. Apart from “Pride and Prejudice,” she has not been immortalized in a novel since. She instead stares at a mirror too long and tries to summon the souls of Frida Kahlo and Chuck Bukowski, which results in her magically becoming belligerently drunk . She loves cats but has never had one (but when she finally does, his name will be William S. Purroughs). The game of Clue was actually based on her last family reunion. It is a common notion that aras smokes pot. It is actually the dried skin of alien babies meant to keep her eternally youthful. It is also a common notion that Sara drinks. It is actually the blood of virgins. For no reason, really. aras was once given the holy grail by a homeless man in Ukraine. He told her some seemingly important instructions, but she didn’t catch them (it wasn’t her Ukrainian because she actually invented the language — it was his lisp). It is currently in her closet and she plans to upcycle it into a gem sweater and sell it on Etsy. aras’s parents are unknown. But once a year on her birthday, at 10:27 pm sharp, unicorns serenade her with a ethereal rendition of Tom Waits’s “Lowdown.” aras has influenced many careers. Before meeting her, Stoya was going to be an accountant and Prince was going to be a farmer. She currently lives in Siberia where she harvests reindeer piss for outrageous sums of money. She wants Jesse’s girl, but she’d rather get some head. aras just ate your soul. And, poor thing, you had no idea.”

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current fantasy

guest post:

“Every time my neighbors in the apartment above me(named Uhh and Ahh because, well, y’know) have sex, I wait until they finish and are laying quietly in post coital bliss, then I play a John Philip Sousa march really loudly on my big ass speakers. Uhh and Ahh have not caught on to the pattern yet, but the cheery marches of John P. make the paper thin walls/floor situation so much more bearable for me. This isn’t a private thing, I just wanted to tell somebody.”

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winter storm snot locker

the first major storm of 2015 is named juno. what a lame name. i renamed it snot locker which sounds more menacing and messy.

“they” (the various forecasters) sed we wud get 2 feet or more overnite mon into tues. well, so far at 9 am tues i got 4 inches. it is still snowing.

however, just north of the fair state of new jerky states like connect and cut,  mass ass choose its and new england are bean clobbered. reports of 10 foot snow drifts. ten foot snow drifts, thats 3 meters!

by the grace of the deity of yur choice new jerky and the NYC metro area wuz spared. folks mock the forecasters. i honor them.

i done the wise thing, left work early and stayed home. i have seen 2 foot snow storms. where i live in pigsack county it is not unusual to get storms like that.

the various goobermints are not set up to handle snow falls of this amount in spite of the huge tax burden the folks around here pay. a foot of snow is disruptive. even minor snow falls are mostly ignored by the goobermints.

which begs me to answer. exactly what services should citizens expect for their  tax money? at least the weather forecasters are performing a public service by making us all aware of the possible outcome.

indeed, just 50 miles away 5 states are being hammered with all that snow. just a slight nudge in the winds or a slow down of the storm track could have hammered my area.

i still got electric service enabling me to write this post. we dodged the bullet, this time.

back in the late part of the 20th century my area wuz getting a “100 yeer storm” every yeer. 3 feet of snow and disruption for as many days. a few yeers before dat, i used to get typical winters of major snow twice a week. yes, imagine getting six inches of snow twice a week for 6 weeks!

oh sure, i got winters where i got one or two inches of snow every 3 or 4 days for six weeks. then i got winters with no snow. one winter there was a one inch snow storm and it stayed brutal cold in low teens during the day and single digitis at night and that one inch laid around for a month.

it’s the old saying, climate is what you expect and weather is what you get.

on saturday just past i got 8 inches. then on monday winter storm snot locker blew in and out and i got another 4 inches. well, that is the best way to get 12 inches of snow. that is to say in 2 shots. i cleaned up from the first, had a mild day in between to melt where removed and then some more a day later.

yeah, i had winters with back to back heavy snow mebbe 7 to 10 days apart. that gets grueling.

uhmerikans are stupid. they wear shorts in the winter. they want to pretend they live in a virtual realty bubble where things like storms and nature dont pertain to them. they think money is real and can do anything. when the routine of making money is disrupted they get all nasty. they lash out and mock people who try to give the best advice on life threatening events like major blizzards.

because a blizzard missed them and millions of other nearby folks are getting clobbered they are indignant.

the south part of new jerky wuz hit hard by hurricane sandy, still not 100% recovered and those people laugh at the forecasters becuz they got nothing from the blizzard snot locker. instead of being relieved they are upset at the cost of being prepared.

uhmerikans are stupid and obnoxious and A-holes.

DARPA invents a computer as smart as a cat

DARPA is evil. they want to develop killing machines or at least machines to control vast numbers of people. recently DARPA announced it had developed a computer with the intelligence of a cat. what does that mean? it jumps up on a sunny window sill and go to sleep? does it lick itself? is it good at catching mice?

or will they pervert it, change it into a lion or tiger so it mauls people?