Semi-liquid Stupidity

Freya’s day. Not a pleasant start. Muggish. The weather beaver was saying something last evening about rain but he was highly incoherent, probably trying to say too much in too little time. But the air was not refreshing in the park. And the creek bed was unwetted.

So I had plenty of time to reflect on the failures of modern society/civilization. I have decided to entertain the hypothesis that one of the minor but weighty problems is stercus pumps. I speak in particular of the pumps incorporated into the containers of semi-liquids sold by corporations. Mostly lotions and soaps. There are two aspects of the problem.

The first is good product with horrible, ineffective pumps. This mostly applies to soaps. I have repeatedly purchased liquid soaps made by “organic” (that’s organic in the contemporary hippie sense, not the scientific sense of containing carbon atoms in the molecules. Duhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Stupid Bogs with Causes!) manufacturers and packaged in containers with pumps that flat DO NOT work. These are easily repackaged into a container with a good pump and the value of the product realized without frustration and alienation.

The second is fair product in annoying containers. The pumps are acceptable except for the frustration and alienation. This primarily applies to lotions packaged in asymmetrical, usually ovate, containers. The pumps on these containers can be turned OFF and ON and the ON position is at a pi/4 angle to the semi-major and semi-minor axes of the ovoid. This means that the container has to be rotated on the using surface and not only takes up more room but disrupts the regularity of arrangement. Sadly these semi-liquids cannot easily be recontained so I have been switching to lotion packaged in cylindrical containers. As a rules the lotions are not as effective but the containers are not annoying.

Which brings us to the role of annoyance in the collapse of civilization. It is hard to be creative if one is annoyed. Mad works, so does happy, but not irritated and disgusted. It is also hard to work on fixing things under such circumstances. If one’s petty annoyances cannot be fixed then real problems are quite out of reach.

Hence, the whimper that ends it all.

Bag Flop

Ran across this cartoon: [Link]

this morning.

This is why I insist on wheeling my buggy to the motorcar myself. So the bagger won’t see me dynamically rebagging as I put the groceries in the boot of the motorcar.

Bagging groceries is a lost art. They don’t seem to understand the four quadrant system: hot; cold; soft; hard. 

Justified Complaint

I just received an email from Land’s End. It tells me they have three types of pants that I need for fall. But the only one of them that have been treated with chemicals to be “wrinkle resistant” are jeans. So what do people do who are allergic to those wrinkle preventing chemicals do?

Like me. Horrible skin eruptions. Inflamed. Irritating. Painful even.

And Land’s End isn’t alone. Eddie Bauer.  L. L. Bean. More.

Do they just not care about losing business? I have bought from Land’s End since they first burst on the marketplace. Similarly for the others. Used to have good stuff. Didn’t make me sick.

Now it does. So I just make do with wearing old stuff. Or buying from reputable stores who stand behind their good eye-to-eye.

I wonder if the Repuslians are aware of this? Next year is an election year and seniors are a principal demographic for them. If we go to the polls scratching how likely are we to vote for them?

The World Wonders.

Hot Pockets

Ice cream day. Haven’t been in a blogging mood. Too much between the ears. Working too hard on new book.

Noted article [Link] that Hewlett-Packard has reintroduced a dress code for its nerds. Good idea IMHO. Shows that the company has decided to say good riddance to Carly and try to turn itself around after she turned it to sewage. I hope it works.

Evidently one of her mistakes was to let the nerds dress for comfort. Very ANTI-HP. Back when I was in graduate schule and there were HP employees in the graduate pool, they were always dressed well. Not suits but definitely not scruffy jeans and ratty t-shirts. Not that I dressed that way in those days. Do now some but only to express my disrespect for the establishment.

Problem is that (1) nerds want to dress for comfort and don’t really care about impressing customers, but (2) most customers are bogs and they think a well dressed nerd is just impossible to understand while a ratty dressed one is scum and trash, not the salvation of civilization.

Hence HP will run off the creative and be left with the weak who will be a lot easier to fire when they go under.

Rotten Apple

Mundane day. Yuck. The air that flows and glows, at least in the infrared. Off to gym and a sparse population. The A/C almost felt comforting. The podcast was even enjoyable, a bit on the erosion of human rights and the rise of human trafficing. 

But the crowning bit was a flash on the television that 0.92 of all cellular telephone profits go to Fruit.

0.92!

And they have only a minuscule fraction of the marketplace.

I am uncertain of how to feel about iPhone users. Do I pity them for stupidity or hate them for being dirty evil?

Toil and Trouble but no Bubble

Ice Cream day. Finally got to the park for constitutional. Looks as if the conscript parents of Greater Metropolitan Arab have decided that photon emitters are unnecessary in the park. Quite dark. This is amusing because they went to great expense to install same last year.

Such is the nature of governance in Greater Metropolitan Arab. And probably all of Amerika.

And the podcast was crap. Completely. Noise to center my disgust. It was a new one and it was so bad that I will not even mention its name lest some illiterate fool be led, erroneously, to listen to it and discorporate himself (herself) in disgust and angst.

There. That’s my good deed for the day. Such as it is.

I read an article yesterday.[Link] It details how bubble plastic is dead. The company that manufactures it is replacing it with some new concoction that does not “pop”.

Somehow the world is a much worse place now. Innocence has taken another death blow.

I weep for humanity.

Sweet Death

More sky falleth. And again no constitutional. And it is fake Independence Day, the anniversary of when the Congress actually got up the gumption to tell the mob that the Declaration was signed and we were all officially traitors. 

And it actually worked. The tyrant was evicted. And new tyrants grew. Which leads us to the question if we are any better off that we would have been absent the rebellion? Somehow I doubt that will get debated today.

Another thing not to be debated is the evil of “sugar drinks”. I have railed against Fructose previously, but now I see a new study [Link] that is more general and actually goes far enough to enumerate discorporations.

Death by Sugar. 

Ayeh.

Fit thing to consider today when we should be contemplating what tyranny to abolish next, hopefully with few firing parties. 

Nothing claims to be more Southron than soda pop. The Southron way of death.

Well, one among many. 

I need a cup of coffee.