Saturnish Conjecture

Every time I visit Facebook these days the conjecture resurfaces that the only reason it continues is because G+ is so awful.

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Linux needs Fun?

Into week out and what I hope is the last run of warm weather. I hate to say hot since there is always heat, a fact that seem impenetrable to the minds of even many nerds. They persist in this cold and (misused) hot metaphor without realizing that is all it is.

The other day as I was motoring, I heard a rather similar bit on the satellite wireless in my motorcar, some comic (sic) was talking about a cousin who upon observing a new house with glass walls and extravagant inset ceiling lighting commented how ‘the place would benefit from all the lighting because all that glass would let in a lot of dark.’  Similarly, one of my colleagues, an otherwise rational electrical engineer, Total Momentum Squared, was inordinately enamored of a humor piece about light bulbs being “dark suckers”.

I also happened across a rather disappointing article, the link forwarded me by another colleague, Magnetic Inductance Force, [Link] entitled “What Linux really needs is more fun.” My colleague had berated the author, an evident hack whose commitment to Linux is purely mercenary, that Linux does not need fun clients (apps for the less sentient boggerate) since Linux itself is the fun source.

The author claims that the stuff in the Apple and Google stores – the latter incidentally, sorta Linux – a point either oblivious to, or scrupulously ignored by, the author – there is all sort of “fun” apps. Since I have an Android cellular telephone I have some familiarity with both the Amazon and Google app stores and I presume that the author is referring to the time wasting, mind wasting STERCUS apps that are the poo of both stores, complicating the search for pony. I find myself preferring to look first on F-Droid for my needs and wants.

I am again reminded of an advertisement on the electromagnetic audio-visual receiver lately from some pizza restaurant chain asserting that pizza is the Amerikan food of creativity. My first thought of this, every time I hear/see it, is that I had my first taste of pizza after I entered graduate schule, and did not eat pizza often until SCPdatter matured enough to add it to her repertoire of acceptable foodstuffs. It certainly is not connected with my creativity. I can associate none of either the discoveries I am proud of, or the ones that are named for me, with pizza. That does not mean I do not find it satisfying and enjoyable, just that the association with creativity is, for me, specious and spurious.

The same, in a negative sense, is the case with the assertion that Linux needs some fun. I was reminded of this forcefully and almost tearfully yesterday. I have to make use of one of the few, not MegaHard, Winders programs that I cannot find reasonable Linux substitutes for. So I dug out an old HP lapbox that used to be my close companion, all of week out and many evenings of week in, but is now only used when I have some nerd composing to do.

Since I use it seldom and it is a Winders box, a wrote off the first day of boot to catching up on update and virus downloads/installs and all manner of scans. The process was delayed by my punctuated attention and Winders demands to reboot NOW! But the disappointment dawned on day 2 when I had to wait about thirty minutes for the box to become usable after I turned it on. And when I did get to use it, it was pitifully slow compared to what I am used to now. I know that this is an old box with an old processor, but it is still sorely disappointing. It is hard to have fun on this box. It is not hard to have fun on the box I am using at the moment. It takes a couple of minutes to boot and reach a usable state. Short enough that I don;t wander away for a cup of coffee and a complete three course meal.

And Linux needs fun?

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Scout Monopoly?

Not much garrumphing today. Gym is over for the week and next week will be short courtesy of the holy day on Mundane day. So I shall have to extend my walking alternative one day and be cheated of a bit of money by the gym administration. Such fraudulence is common with these folks, they keep taking off on any holiday they can. Evidently the idea that a gym is supposed to be available 24/7 is alien to their sense of greed.

That’s one of the reasons I rather enjoy my walks in the park. The only thing I get reminded of organizationally is the incompetence of the city (?????????????) government of Greater Metropolitan Arab and how decrepit and haphazard the place is kept. The only real negative is the spider webs and the yahoos speeding on nearby Arad Thompson road with nary a police presence. In my short constitutional period I often count ten speeders which rather makes me wonder why this safety hazard is so studiously ignored?

On a more nasty tone, I see that the boy scouts of Amerika are harassing a start up effort, the Hacker Scouts, on some trumped up contention that they – the bsa – “own” the term scouts. Stercus Tauri! Someone should tell the Girl Scouts and sic some militant feminists on their sorry fundaments.

I have to admit that I was a cub and boy scout when I was a bairn and even then the whole thing was dated and withering. And it seems to have further withered, stuck in some kind of arch conservatism of Victorian ethos instilled by Baden Powell. And they have the chutzpah to assert that they own the word scout. Perhaps they need a visitation from the Yankee army and marines? That would be less painful, I suspect, than from the Girl Scouts.

And they have chosen to pick on an new organization that is everything good that they are not. Contemporary, engaging, active, and relevant. And by all indications, effective. So someone needs to give them a good bracing and explain about sharing, especially with those who do things better than you do. Perhaps you can learn from them.

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Arrogant Stupidity

Not a bad two day so far. Cooler this morning, and being an even day, the density of nasties was down at gym. I cannot say anything so well about the podcasts. Even the bits – two of them – about an optical lattice atomic clock were stark and dismal, absent of enthusiasm but not, I fear for the NIST spokesperson, a bit of snarkiness.

The last bit I listened to was about some famous film maker I had never heard of who had made a documentary about texting while driving. The thesis seemed to be that texters who cause accidents, and survive, are filled with guilt and remorse. I have to admit to feeling scant sympathy for these people, albeit considerable for their victims. And I found their remorse, the small number sampled, to be less than convincing, much less touching. Indeed, I began to consider why we permit these people to continue to walk about.

Texting is a deliberate act of irresponsibility. When it results in death or maiming the texters should be executed or, minimally, incarcerated for life? At least that is the question I am debating. Right now the AYE has the lead.

I also blame the council of thieves in the District. They should have passed a law requiring cellular telephone suppressors in all motorcars years ago. Another sin added o their roster.

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