Look this is getting stupid. Stuff like this and the furore over “Baby It’s Cold Outside” is not only stupid it’s dangerous. You can’t “edit” society based on your personal problems. Taking this stuff to its logical conclusion:
- You should no longer say “hello” because Christians will get pissed because the word “hell” is in there.
- You should no longer say “pissed” because someone somewhere has a urinary tract infection.
- Stop shaking hands – some people don’t have them.
- Stop saying “hand”, “I”, and “cap” because some people are handicapped.
- Being tall is unfair to short people.
- People with hair should shave their heads because bald people can’t grow hair.
- Stop having children – infertile people are sensitive.
- There are far more dead people than live people – in solidarity everyone who is alive should die immediately.
I’ll start by drawing the reader’s attention to figure 1. This is the Windows 7 file properties report for the most fundamental of files stored on my HP mega-laptop, the 20″ HDX 9000 Dragon that was popular late in the previous decade.
As we can see from the image, the boot shell command file is the very spark and quintessence of this machine – this is the last saved “image” of the freshly manufactured machine’s on state – a recording of the device’s “soul”, if you will. And you will, won’t you, because people love to anthropomorphize everything around them, so why should a pile of various materials arranged in a particular, repeatable pattern like a major appliance be immune? But this is the digital version of the Fountain of Youth: this is a copy of the current OS-install start-‘er-up data that will, once done doing what it does, return my Dragon Lady to her original factory splendour, young and vibrant and showing-off her sexy Windows Vista operating system.
At least I think so – who really knows? (Seriously does anyone know what this file does? I’m considering upgrading the old girl to larger-yet-faster SSD drives and doing a bottom-up Windows 7 Pro installation.)
I believe that system life begins at birth, not at inception. Inception is a remote and often rather random process of collating and storing a clean-burned system image for production in a massive factory in China, when billions of renminbi are on the line and orders are pouring-in from America, Europe, Asia, India, Canada, the former Soviet Union, and Mexico but not the rest of Latin America because they’re too poor, being underpaid to produce whatever’s left-over that isn’t made in China now.
About this time last year we were all mentioning how fucked-up 2015 was, and it was just a hint of how truly ass-fucked 2016 was.
Get used to this trend. And while doing so, go to ProPublica.org for some pretty-good journalism. We’re going to need it.
One of the images below has been Photoshopped. Guess which one. Some news organizations apparently aren’t as good at actually looking at stuff as you are.
No, we are not advocating violence – just wondering what the Hell does it take to get these assholes to do something?
I’ve often wondered what will we kill on Mars? Can a planet be inhabitable with nothing to kill? Will it be boring because there is no killing going on? Humanity has never actually experienced no killing – is it in our DNA?
Do we need killing to feel life has meaning. Perhaps human-killing-human will become the only instinctually satisfying form of killing – so we can at least watch that on the news on Mars. I take it for granted that no matter where humanity goes, the media goes with it.
Will we take animals to Mars to breed and kill them? Actually shipping cows and sheep would be too expensive, so it would have to be some kind of frozen-fetus deal. Can you grow a cow outside the womb? Will female humans be required to act as surrogates for (small) sheep or pigs or rabbits and whatnot to get the thing going?
Are we going to transplant fertilized sheep fetuses into women who colonize Mars?
The word “mayday”, famously used in distress calls from ships at sea, is actually a mangling of the French word “m’aidez”, or “help me”.
Also May Day is, since about 1880 or-so, International Workers’ Day – so kiss a comrade today.
And it’s the anniversary of the Haymarket Massacre when police in Chicago killed 4 marchers in a peaceful protest. And that is, I’m pretty sure, the reason for it being International Workers’ Day.
But “May Day”, or something similar at this time of year, has been celebrated in religious traditions for probably thousands of years, originally simply to mark the end of winter. In the colonies that became the U.S. “freethinkers” celebrated May Day with maypole dances along with Native Americans (in the early years before real estate values went up).
And May Day is a reminder that it is only three days until May The Fourth Be With You day.
And only four days until Cinco de Mayo, celebrating
Mexican Independence Mexico’s defeat of the French at the Battle of Puebla in 1862.
All of which makes me think the 1st through the 5th of May should be a national holiday – or whichever five weekdays fall closest. We don’t want to get cheated with weekends being included.