The Mayor of San Juan is wading through sewage, searching for people with a bullhorn while @realDonaldTrump insults her on twitter. pic.twitter.com/hO5iZ1PICj

— Jason Kander (@JasonKander) September 30, 2017

Carmen Yulín Cruz in 2020! While it’s not completely clear if someone from Puerto Rico can become president, it’s almost certainly a yes.

Yep, I have no doubt that Hillary Clinton would’ve had a better response to Puerto Rico’s devastation, because a turnip would have a better response to just about anything as compared to Trump. However, just because there are two very bad choices doesn’t mean I have to pretend one is an angelic being of pure auric emanations.

I thought all the Holden factories had already closed — not just the particular one where the SS was made — but it’s actually in October of this year.

In the photos you can see the Aussie version of my car, including the ute version which looks quite odd to my eyes.

I know what my IQ is, depending on the test, but I think it’s very inapplicable to me and irrelevant because the more mathematical-ish the test, the worse I do. Is my IQ 78 or 160+? Well, which test was it? Both are “valid” results according to the establishment, though I am also told by the test administrators that it’s impossible to be so divergent (though I always am when tested).

Which kind of shows the results are utter bullshit and so is the institutional assessment of their value.

What I mainly care about is that at a few things, I am better than almost anyone else, and that has given me huge advantages in life for free. I did not really use these boons to excel but rather to do as little as possible while still doing well. Works for me.

Myth: People at home will slack off
Reality: Offices are distraction- and interruption-creating machines https://t.co/NzmbBhvosz

— Brendan Nyhan (@BrendanNyhan) September 29, 2017

I’ve noticed that when I work from home, on average I complete the tasks that normally take me all day when I’m in the office by around 1PM, and still attend all the same WebEx and customer meetings.

Working from home means that extroverts do not stop by my desk to chat, there are no contractors banging on something on the roof, I don’t have to listen to anyone’s blather and I also don’t have to commute so on average I work longer.

Working from home is for me vastly more productive and it would be ideal if I could go into the office 1-2 days a week for any in-person meeting and otherwise station myself at the house and actually be productive. I’d be a far better employee and my company could avoid hiring more staff.

But MBA types never see it this way.

It’s interesting that if a man did this, it’d be horrendous misogynist stalking behavior.

It was there that he met Gerie Simmons (now Lonzarich). The pair had admired each other from afar before she engineered their meeting by pretending to need a physics tutor; they married in 1967.

Does there need to be a double standard? Perhaps. Maybe there does. However, I am really glad I’m not in the dating pool any longer, because any way that you meet people other than garbage like Tinder is becoming increasingly seen as stalking activity – especially if you are male. If I pretended to need a physics tutor to meet a woman, I’d be a horrible, unhinged, unforgivable deviant stalker. I know this for a fact.

I have no sympathy for people like James Damore and I don’t believe in Kathleen Parker’s “save the males” drivel, but at the same time I’m not certain why it makes sense to declare that activity one gender undertakes is verboten to the other. Does that make a better world? I don’t think it does.

Meeting people — especially if you are not in the top 10-20% of attractiveness — is hard enough.

Why are we trying to make it harder? I have ideas about that (don’t I always), but I will save that for a later post.

Wait, there are really men who believe women can’t fire guns…because they are too heavy? Or because the recoil is too large?

I love when men are like "women can't lift guns! unrealistic!" at movies.

An AK-47 weighs less than a baby.

— Alice Goldfuss (@alicegoldfuss) September 27, 2017

I’ve fired an AK-47 (and an AK-74) and various knock-offs of same. They aren’t that heavy and don’t have a particularly strong recoil. Most 10-year-old kids could fire them, and in some parts of the world, they do. Ever heard of child soldiers? Yeah.

The only gun I’ve ever fired that I think any normal-weight woman would have trouble with firing unbraced is a 10-gauge shotgun with buckshot. That thing had a kick.

But an AK-47? Not much recoil at all and not particularly heavy. Easy for anyone to fire. Which is kinda the whole point of that weapon, after all.

I wish I could undonate any money I donated to Mozilla.

Maybe I’ll break into their office and steal a few things. That’s kind of like undonating, right? A few dozen staplers, some office supplies. Nothing major.

If I were a Firefox extension developer, I’d never touch FF again. They’ve massively changed — often without documentation or explanation — their development model three times in under eight years.

I’d not only throw in the towel, I’d set the towel on fire, splash some gasoline everywhere, then burn the whole motherfucker to the ground.

The first ten on today’s playlist:

Using the new Firefox a bit today. I like to torture myself and enrage myself I guess. The old versions of Firefox were like my SS, though less so over the years: powerful, capable, adroit.

The new version is like a Toyota Echo: designed to baby you, can’t do much, but you can look stupid doing it.

I’ve never been so angry for so long at someone who wasn’t a person as I am about what Mozilla is doing to Firefox, and how cavalier and hostile the organization is about the whole decision. The dev arrogance (though typical) is astounding.

They are digging their own grave, but alas that it harms me, too.

It makes me very angry that any other Democrat besides Hillary Clinton would’ve won the election easily over a chump like Trump. Now we have to live with four years of this shit, and morons like Kendzior and Drum going on about how Bernie Sanders and Russians sabotaged the coronation.

It turns out — as I’ve noted previously — that when you nominate one of the most disliked people in history for a high office (no matter what the reasons are for that dislike) that person tends to lose.

It was malpractice to do that — no matter why Hillary Clinton was disliked. You nominate who can win, not who “deserves” it or to defeat sexism.

Again: any other democrat including a dead carp, as long as it was a Democrat, could’ve won in 2016 over Trump.

Fuck all Clinton cheerleaders and those responsible for anything to do with her. You all gave us Trump and now you need to own it as it is your fault.

The French numbering system is terrible. Finally memorized it all to save time, but damn. It makes the English system look sane and sensible.

For instance, 98 in English: ninety eight.

In French: quatre-vingt-dix-huit

That is quatre-vingt: “four times twenty”; dix: “ten”; huit: “(plus) eight.”

So, yes, that’s how you represent 98 in French. Four times twenty and ten plus eight.

French numbers are like the Powershell of numericity.

After the AT&T fiber installer was done laying in the 1Gb symmetrical fiber connection to our place, we ran a speedtest on my main box. It produced near-gigabit results.

The installer said, “Yours is the only home setup I’ve actually seen where the customer has the right everything to get real gigabit, even though they order it anyway.”

I work in IT. What kind of idiot would I be if I order a gigabit line and couldn’t use it? The kind of idiot AT&T likes, probably.

Anyway, I’d order 10Gb if they’d sell it to me. (Though I’d have to upgrade a few things then.)

This is nice and all, but I will never, ever, ever ride a bike on a road in the US, and especially not in the South.

Why? People will fucking kill you, that’s why. Some deliberately, out of anger, but most because they are bad and inattentive drivers.

Literally every person I’ve ever known here who is an avid biker has had at least one bad accident involving a car.

I don’t like hospitals. Don’t want to spend time in one so I can make a liberal smile. And I like riding bikes. I wish I could do it. But I’ve already put my life at risk enough times. I must be running out of lives at this point, so biking on streets of death is not for me.