I’m really fucking angry that nearly everything is moving away from having a 3.5mm headphone jack now. It’s vastly superior to Bluetooth or anything with USB. Bluetooth for audio bites ass so hard and sounds like a Croatian outhouse. USB is also not made for audio and works like total garbage.

You can’t even get a modern fucking docking station with a headphone jack now. Fuck anyone who had anything to do with that. Makes my life minorly but very noticeably worse.

Making everyone at the symphony enraged by calling the flute player the “fluter tooter.”

Are we Screwed? Scam Horror Story.

I feel bad for these people…but how in the fuck do people fall for this? I guess I am just hypervigilant but if wire instructions change (hint: they never never ever should), I ain’t doing shit.

Because I have no problem telling people no, it’s hard to get me to do anything stupid like this.

Same make, model, and color, 30 years apart below. You can see the rise of the American psychosis in a single image.

Mental illness is never pretty. What’s weird about those ginormous death trucks is they aren’t even useful; their too-small beds are too high to load, their bumpers too tall for a trailer hitch. Of course it’s not about that — their intent is to dominate and to intimidate other people. That is their entire raison d’être. Anyone who buys one of those should be committed for mental illness for at least a few years and never be allowed to drive a motor vehicle again.

The first ten on today’s playlist:

We have the technology of gods. We can see things vastly smaller than a speck of dust. We can gaze deep into the past. In an instant, we can talk with a friend across the world or control a drone over Syria from Arizona. And kill people with it. We can change our DNA and launch a rocket to Mars. We know why stars shine and how the universe began.

But we still have monkey brains and act more like a chattering mob of mandrills rather than the gods we pretend to be.

Now we must become the gods we pretend to be.

Programmers are people who can endure an endless parade of tedious obstacles.

Agreed. I don’t think that’s a bad thing but I cannot do it. I think I have a brain capable of programming in that I have enough basal intelligence, but I simply hate the task completely and totally. I admire those (like my partner) who can tolerate it or even enjoy it. But gawdamn is it just a terrible torture for me (and most people) unsuited to the trade.

Between physical suffering I’ve endured over the years and programming, I’d take the physical any damn day and twice on Sunday. It’s a lot more bearable.