Betterness

Why is so much of the left so very invested in attempting to convince everyone against all evidence that no one is more capable at anything than anyone else? And they really seem to hate that in many cases, they are just born that way. Michael Jordan (my typical example) just had a much higher ceiling for being a basketball player than I do. And that’s true no matter how much I trained and practiced.

They always pull out some cockeyed clownery like, “Michael Jordan wasn’t born knowing how to play basketball!” I mean, who gives an ever-livin’ fuck. That’s totally irrelevant to anything. I wasn’t knowing born how to read or comprehend complex info in a flash and I’m still better at it than nearly all of anyone who has ever lived.

I know that it galls them terribly how much everyone is not the same and that they never will be. And they want us to pretend that this interchangeability is the case in reality nonetheless. But I won’t do it. I just care about that reality and dealing with the world as it is far too much.

Saw the Whip

Hardly anything makes me hate people worse than hypocrisy. And watching the majority of the “progressives” whipsaw wildly from copyright minimalism to maximalism when it fit better into their degrowther tendencies certainly made me detest them a whole lot. That’s not the only thing, but that was a big part.

We Have Trouble

Another example tonight of how bad at troubleshooting people are. Someone in my field who knew more about the problem than I did tried and failed to fix something for hours.

Knowing far less about it, I came in and fixed it in ~20 minutes.

These things should not happen.

Sacks Himself

I didn’t read Oliver Sacks for just this reason. Made it through a quarter of one of his books, don’t even recall which one, and said, “This sounds like BS.” Put it down, never picked up another of his again and never really thought about him again either.

I have a really good bullshit detector.

Scary Scary

It’s just “scary radiation is scary” Boomer nonsense.

Retinal

I’m old enough to remember when scientists confidently assured us that 800×600 resolution was all that was needed and the human eye couldn’t really perceive any more detail than that.

That was around 1994 or so. Can you imagine living with 800×600 now? Looks like garbage, right? But that was common “knowledge” back then. Common “knowledge” these days is that no one can possibly distinguish between 1080p and 4K. Sure, buddy. Heard that story before. Just as much an absurd lie this time too.

Probably the upper human vision limit of being able to notice any difference under ideal conditions is 32K on a 27″ monitor. Many people, however, truly wouldn’t be able to distinguish anything at or above about 8K.

And those are the actual limits of human vision, as opposed to the clown pseudoscience a lot of faux-scientists seem to pull out of their ass every few years.

Toast, No Butter

By the way, the best strategy for this is not punching the assailant in the face. That’s just gonna hurt your hand and might not even do much damage, especially if you’re not used to throwing punches. And some people like me are really hard to faze with strikes to the head.

I’d go for his legs to put him on the ground and stomp on his face. Fast, effective, and he won’t be getting up again anytime soon. It’d knock the girlfriend down, too, but that’s so much better than doing nothing. The attacker is doing fuck all to protect himself so he’s a very easy target. I’d toast him so hard in that situation his new nickname would be “English Muffin.”

That guy is such a painful-to-watch mook loser, though. I hope she left him two seconds after this occurred.

Stagecraft

Oh that reminds me. I can’t post one because she asked me not to put any photos of her on the internet long ago and I will honor that, but many years ago I took a photo of my (at the time) girlfriend in front of some old cornstalks in autumn.

She had beautiful and completely natural blonde hair and the dead stalks were exactly the same color as her hair.

I showed the photos to a friend and she complained that they they were “staged.” I said of course the pics were staged. We we driving. We saw the corn. I said, “I bet you’d look lovely in front of that corn that’s the same color as your hair.” We pulled over and I snapped a few shots on Kodak 35mm slide film. We got back in the car.

The photos turned out great and we were both proud of of them. To this day, I cannot imagine what my friend was expecting. That we were just walking through some random cornfield and started taking photos? That some corn just started growing around my gf and we stood there until it matured and then died and then I snapped the photos? It reminds me of how a lot of Gen Z doesn’t seem to understand that movies can be complete fiction.

Just such a weird thing to say.

All the World

That’s ok, dude. People used to say my photos were staged too. But no, I am just damn good.

What makes it funny is these were mostly nature and wildlife photos that received this complaint. It remains a mystery to me exactly how the fuck people thought I got an alligator to stand anywhere, or a bird to fly and land somewhere. Or any wild animal to do anything. But, sure, “staged.” Clown idiots rule all.

Func Up

I suspect now that I’ve written add-ons that are at the edge of what Firefox is capable of doing, the clown-ass motherfuckers who call themselves “developers” in charge of the application will find out and nuke all that functionality.

Can’t have anything actually useful, can we? Of course not.

One of the reasons I haven’t written much about what my add-ons actually do is because I am fairly sure a few of those doofs who banned me from Reddit due to criticism of Mozilla still stalk this blog.