Clown-ass Covidians: There were no real lockdowns anywhere! It’s all lies!
Meanwhile, some people endured nearly a year of barely seeing another human being in places like the UK. The US lockdowns didn’t amount to much, truly, but that was for the better. Overall health matters too.
The “transitory” fucking idiots declared victory while being wrong in every possible way anyone can be wrong: they were wrong as to timing, they lied about what actually occurred, they were having triumphal celebrations while inflation was still elevated — and now, to top it all off, inflation is getting worse again.
But clowns rule us and alas most people believe the clowns.
The 1990s really was a better world in a lot of ways. That McDonald’s video below got me thinking about it. And I don’t believe I feel that way just because I grew up then. No, my 1992 was not particularly great personally. I was getting beat up a lot and was roundly hated by nearly all of my peers and just about everyone else too.
Have you been in a McDonald’s lately, though? They obviously don’t want you in there. The seating is de minimis; the decor is brutalist grey; the front counter is abandoned and the entire environment is clinical. It’s designed to make you leave as hastily as possible and not want to come back. They want you to use their app and if you must, the drive through — they’d prefer you order delivery, however.
McDonald’s has become, like many parts of our civilization, an inhuman place, a territory optimized for the needs of technology and those serving it. If they could — and soon they probably will — they’d eliminate the dining area altogether.
I don’t like crowds, but even I preferred when McDonald’s had raucous birthday parties going on, people meeting up and having fun. And when it didn’t feel like a prison dining facility. What the fuck are we even doing with this shit?
The future, as I’ve said before, is terrible.
This video is from 1992. I’d guess June or July of 1992 if I had to.
How I know: the dude wearing the band The Cure’s t-shirt. They didn’t start using that logo until 1992 so it had to be that year or after. And the logo on the fry container is the one used in the movie Batman Returns, which was released in the summer of 1992.
So, 1992 with 99.995% confidence, June-July of that year with 95% confidence.
The first ten on today’s playlist:
With enshittifcation, data thievin’, ransomware, all the scams and with AI, the future really sucks and I hate it here.
I have a really great life.
Tonight, an intelligent, beautiful and kind woman woke me up from a nap to tell me pizza was ready. Bet none of my bullies and tormentors from middle and early high school are getting that treatment. And I get it on the regular.
Yeah, the news is in: I rule.
Is there even a thing called unsolicited boob pic?
Yes. Way back when Craigslist used to have personals, a woman I’d exchanged all of two emails with decided to send me some nude photos, completely unasked for and not related to any previous interaction we’d had. No idea why — we’d barely chatted.
I told her that I wasn’t really looking for anything like that just yet as I didn’t really know her. She ghosted me after that, but so what? Obviously not a match.
But it does happen.
Something else China will strike in the US (with advanced warning of 30 minutes to an hour) in the coming war: AWS and Azure datacenters.
Can almost guarantee this will happen. Just FYI.
Anyone here become part of management without degree?
I now have a bachelor’s degree, but I’ve been in management roles in IT since my 20s with no degree. I’ve switched back and forth between individual contributor roles and management roles depending on what paid better and what I felt like doing in my career.
But it’s easier to break into management if you have a degree for sure. I certainly have not gotten roles or been ineligible for them because I had no degree.
I recently finished The Deep by Nick Cutter. I read a lot of books but that one has cycled through my thoughts in the past couple of days for some reason.
I didn’t even like it all that much. It was very repetitive and not particularly thoughtful. The ending was a real corker, though. That’s why it has gotten stuck in my head I think. The denouement reminded me of the best parts of Hellraiser. Someone with more time on their hands than I have could edit 100 pages out of the work and really improve it.
Not recommended, but that ending — dang.
The first ten on today’s playlist:
My family threw me a surprise party and I feel guilty for hating it.
No surprise parties for me ever, please. Not that one is likely. Just not my kind of thing. I don’t like surprises and I don’t like parties. Combining the two is even worse.
Today, I figured out Bon Iver and Hozier are not in fact the same entity.
They both suck so who cares. But now I know.
I get pretty tired while working out, but the most exhausted I’ve ever been in my life was from fighting. That’s a whole different kind of spent there.
One fight I got into, I got knocked down (not from a head hit) and I was so damn wiped out that I could not even lift my arm up off the ground. Luckily I’d knocked the other guy down at the same time so I had a little time to recover.
The only film I’ve seen portray this aspect of fighting relatively realistically is Atomic Blonde (I linked to the correct time in the video there). Just like Charlize and her attacker in that bit, all I could do was roll around on the floor uselessly for 10-15 seconds. No film is realistic as to fighting, but that one felt far more real than most.