Thankful for Hate

The drippeth intensifies. As does the bullying in gym. Actually had an Amazon menace me as I was departing a machine this morning. And studied ignorance by the staff. 

Not surprising.

But I did reflect last evening while flipping channels and encountering a close out Thanksgiving episode of “Friends” where they reminisced about their many Thanksgiving dinners. The whole thing is anomalous. All have nonexistent/dysfunctional/collapsed families. But the message was clear: the worse thing about Thanksgiving is family. 

So another reason I am happy that Thanksgiving is past. And another reason to dread the solstice holidays. 

Facebook Merit?

Brr! Sorta. Mostly summer hold over. That is, I got used to the increased heat of summer in Alibam so as winter in Alibam encroaches I have to get used to diminished heat. But I’m not going to prattle on about temperature mostly because I have been re-examining my understanding of temperature the last couple of months. And as I am evolving that comprehension, the weather beavers and mercury columns and electronic widgets are all suspect and cynicalated.

Must be mundane day. I just invented – maybe? – a new – sorta – word and the spell checker had a spasm. Anyway, not pleasant outside although worse now that to/from gym. Which was moderate density for a  mundane day and the weight bouncers were running behind so I was able to flee before their obstruction, grunting, and hulking threats were in full effort.

The podcast was an episode of the CBC’s “Best of Ideas” on the sack of the Chesapeake during the war of 1812. Part of a BOI series on the war that was such a paradigm for how to do an amateur war. And how even great nations can do war poorly. Of course being a Britcast there was no mention of the enslavement of American citizens by the Imperial Navy but what can on expect.

The best part was imparting how even with low tech war is nasty. But rational. At least then. Not clear now. Too much reach for politicians. Anyway. Mildly diverting which is about right for a gym visit.

On a less substantial azimuth, I ran across an article [Link] about a study run by an outfit called the “Happiness Research Institute” which just screams absence of objectivity, integrity, and honesty about how people who have eschewed (another good mundane day word?) FaceScroll are happier than those who have not.

Are those who break addictions “cold turkey” happier than those who remain addicts? How does one measure happiness? (Trick question, you can arguably observe happiness but you can’t measure it.) In this instance via a survey founded on the idea that counting noses is a useful measurement process.

I am told, by psychological types, that most addicts relapse. This study/article fails to address this.

As for myself, I consider FaceScroll a Listerine Thing. It is unpleasant and disturbing and seldom happy making. The cheerful, nice things are so banal as to be disappointing since they lack the richness of human exuberance. When someone tells you they have had good fortune then their enthusiasm tends to be infective but when they write on FaceScroll (or any social media) it propagates in a vacuum. So FaceScroll is rather vacant on the positive side.

On the other hand, there are incessant things, mostly political or religionist – the two are often indistinguishable in Amerika – that span a spectrum from annoying to infuriating. So the negative side is rich and vibrant.

But it offers a bit of merit in that a rational person – probably not most Bogs thereby – will reflect on why he/she feels so and perhaps examine one’s concepts and weltanschauung. And that has merit and value. Much as I detest associating any positive with FaceScroll. 

So what do the abstainers do to challenge their views?

Laser Pumpkin

Once more an attempt to write a blot. I am still looking for a text editor that does auto-save and embeds links – and is not nauseating to use – but no success yet. If you want to suggest any – Linux ONLY please – I will entertain investigation. 

Low temperatures have set in. We are below the liquid -> solid phase transition temperature for dihydrogen oxide as I key this. And I can feel a heat sink about my ankles as the window casing behind my computer desk sucks calories from my aged and frail corpus. Ah well, so much for woe is me! The real woe is that SCPdatter is demanding her mother’s attendance to allay her insecurity (?) of a social activity and I am ill at ease in her (FD SCP’s) protracted absence. It is situations like this that inform me of why men live shorter lives than women.

So far the Arab Electron Uncooperative has not failed us yet but the morning is only slightly commenced. Certainly Redshift (the program) is still convinced it is dark – which it is, at least outside – and has the illumination level of my monitor set down. And my work area lamp has developed a bit of a blink of one of its LEDs so I am working a bit on a winter headache in continuation of a night of uncomfortable slumber and humidification attempts. 

It being ice cream day – in perhaps several azimuths? – I shall use the occasion to clear a few tabs. First, I ran across an article [Link] entitled “Scientists use a laser to cool liquid things down for first time ever”. This describes some rather disappointing work done at U Washington. The boffins involved didn’t actually finagle a freeze ray, what they did was to put a crystal in water and illuminate it with slightly less energy than it fluoresced at and entropy did the rest. Namely the cooling. Pray note that while cool is subjective and not thermodynamic, cooling is. Thermodynamic, at least. But it is subjective unless measurements of a meaningful nature are made.

Still it is a neat thermodynamic, if not exactly quantum mechanic, trick. If they can just do this with those “cooling rocks” it may have a use in reducing the temperature of whisky. 

Next, some work from U Warwick [Link] that indicates that humans did something beneficial while they were killing off the mastodons and mammoths. Or is that theory out of favor right now? I can’t quite keep up. The whole thing rather reminds me of Pluto. Is is or isn’t it a planet? Does it wander? Yes. Is it big enough? No. What is the basis for the distinction? Arbitrary, at least to large part.

So about all we can garner is that humans get emotional about fuzzy things. I never cease to be comforted when I visit a zoo at the disillusionment of small children who have never seen – nor smelled! – a real elephant before. Not a cuddly plush stuffed toy. Not clean and neat. But characterized by the same (approximately) time to void bladder as the child. Thanks to work from pretzels at Jawjah Tech. (If the residents of Jawjah are “crackers” then their boffins must be “pretzels”?) 

Anyway, it seems we humans preserved gords and pumpkins and such after the demise of the tusked ones by domestication. (Rather reminds of another Jawjan, William Calley. “We had to destroy that village to save it from the Cong.” or We had to enslave that pumpkin to save it.} Seems that only the big herbivores like Mastodons enjoyed pumpkin and squash and the like. And the herbivores remaining after the demise didn’t like the taste. So the pumpkins didn’t get eaten and digested and their seeds spread via feces. No eat, no junior in the poo. 

I do not like pumpkin. It’s taste is unenjoyable for me. Back when I was a bairn it was still fashionable for pumpkin pies to be built for thanksgiving consumption. Happily, mince meat pies were also produced and I could ameliorate the indignation of not eating pumpkin pie by eating mince meat pie. Which I miss today. In fact that is the theme, or, at least, a theme, of my life. I find something I like and it goes away. 

Needless to say, I find all of the current nonsense about pumpkin spice to be just that. Annoying nonsense. The only good part is that it gives me another reason to avoid Starbucks. Their coffee is already terrible and ill tasting so I am not exposed to the addition of the taste of gourd that should have disappeared during the Lesser Dryas. 

But I do miss mince meat pie. And I do greatly dislike winter. It is subjectively unpleasant to the point of painful discomfort. 

But blasting a pumpkin with a laser until it explodes? Quite enjoyable except for the aroma. Much more satisfying than immersing the pumpkin in liquid phase nitrogen and dropping if off the roof. 

When is the punkin chunkin contest?

False Order

This: [Link]

displays one of the primary problems with dealing with push religionists. As soon as you observe their rules, they change them. Winning is more important, evidently.

Maybe that’s why they are evangelistic? Ego rather than insecurity? So they can control others?


I had a blot almost written. And Arab Electron Uncooperative flickered the potential difference and I lost it all.

May your children be rational and atheistic!

No blot till my ire subsides.

Silent Lies

Mundane day. One day. Back to gym. Air temperature moderate. Crowd low. Podcast episode horrible. EXTRO gushing and gooing. And sadly the whole thing was presented in a good spirit but alienated utterly along the INTRO axis. The only good thing I can say was that it was part one of two and I deleted buth parts after hearing the first.

But I did have desperate attention to be diverted and I watched some video on the electromagnetic audio-video displays of politicians making statements/speeches. The audio is transmitted over an FM channel so that there is only the cacophany of weight bouncer swearing and educationalist outdoor voice conversations. Almost no one has an FM receiver and a primary source of amusement and exasperation are the closed caption feeds that are one continuous stream of errors and failures.

Anyway what I noticed was that absent the noise different politicians projected different things. A scant few, essentially the ones not running for office, projected sincerity and accuracy. A few projected blatant prevarication, most notably relatives of former POTUSes (POTUSi?) Most projected prevarication intermixed with excessive nonsense and blather. 

This didn’t divert me entirely from the bleeding EXTRO podcast but it did make me wonder if it was time to move to Canadia. And whether I could keep my breakfast down after the experience.

Off now to determine the latter.