Re: I'm curious..
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The Omen! It is worth noting that we geeks fact-checked those wannabe Satanists,
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ave_Satani#Lyrics
I have to admit that in Scotland we didn't catch the lyrics, and that chant is known as "Dah dah dah dah. Dah dah dah dah. Dah dah dah dah deh"
Another shitey anecdote. All the tough punks went to see The Exorcist at our local cinema when they were too young, and all of them left in fright. That made the movie just irresistible to the rest of us. A girl invited me - and this just didn't happen back then- and then in her bedroom she confessed how she'd stabbed her older sister in her stomach. And then I had to go and watch The Exorcist and Friday The 13th with her.
I was so terrified of my date that I missed out on the movies. What sort of a first date tells you she has already been arrested for stabbing her sister? Did I put my arm around her in the cinema? Aye, right, I kept my hands around my stomach.
Women, don't stab your sister no matter how much she deserves it. And certainly don't tell your date after.
The Exorcist didn't scare me, Friday the 13th didn't scare me, but the girl sitting next to me scared the bejesus out of me.
Saint Isidore of Seville was well known in his time as a tireless scholar and historian, he was later called “the last scholar of the ancient world”, and it is this studiousness and love of information that lends itself to his modern patronage.Per the Roman Catholic Church, Saint Isidore is the patron saint of computers and their users, programmers, and repair men, as well as the Internet as a whole. So the next time you’re faced with a computer problem of such magnitude as to require a miracle to fix it, rest assured Isidore is on it.
Apparently he invented the first Wikipedia, his Etymologiae had quaecunque fere sciri debentur, "practically everything that it is necessary to know".
I hate to break this to you but you aren't allowed to take your own pyjamas into prison. Ach, maybe Zuckerberg would, Jeffrey Effing Epstein was allowed to spend six days a week at his office during his first arrest. But for you or me, no silk pillow cases and a very low thread count on the Egyptian cotton sheets.
I worked for a council whose councillors didn't trust magnetic storage and insisted on paper print-outs of everything that was stored in the council basement. All the print on the paper had faded to unreadable. It was basically a bonfire in waiting.
My mum worked at the government computer centre that printed giros for folk on benefits. The programmers printed me a picture of Snoopy in xxxx's when I was six. That was the coolest thing ever when you were six in the early 1970s.
I grew up in an era where we had constant nightmares because we were '7 minutes to midnight'. We are now 2 minutes to midnight and nobody seems to care.
I had a Facebook account that I only ever used to log in to third party sites. The last time I tried to log in it made me change my password via email, which was fair enough as I hadn't logged in for years. Then it asked me to contact three out of four 'friends' it had selected to vouch for me. One of them is dead, another is someone I only knew via Facebook so not really contactable unless I set up a fake account to contact them. I'd quite like to delete the account as it's slightly disconcerting that a dead guy has a stronger social media presence than I do.
I was sent by a Dutch company to their German subsidiary to implement a corporate NT domain over two decades ago. One German engineer was shadowing me to basically take care of me, and he was not enjoying that. On the second evening I tested the Group Policy and he got locked out of the network, and rather than ask me to unlock it he picked up his laptop and smashed it into his desk until it was little bits and pieces. I said, "Okay, let's call it a night then."
The German MD was a lovely guy, but some of the staff acted as if they've been invaded by the Dutch.
It was also the only time anyone ever tried to bribe me. A local subcontractor was rejigging the network cabling and making an arse of it, and their manager had noticed I was a Scot and a drinker and offered me a very old Macallan, worth several hundred pounds. It was just sitting in his house and he'd thought I might like it. I was a tad insulted but politely and repeatedly declined. When I was back in the Netherlands I told my manager and he was shocked - "Of course you should have taken it and given it to me, can you phone him up and ask if it's still on offer?"
I was never sure if he was joking, but I know he was delighted that I'd annoyed the German engineer so much that he'd trashed his laptop.
I was in the Netherlands for years, and the sole time anyone bought me a pint was when Scotland beat Germany at football.
We can be cold. Wife and two daughters folk, could well be reading this.
Have you ever played that game where you pick a name out a hat and then have to describe them as quickly as possible?
"Was in the Beatles and then got shot"
John Lennon's entire life and work dismissed in the heat of battle between frankly worthless players.
I would love for my epitaph to be, "Was in the Beatles and then got shot", but at best I'm only going to achieve half of that.
My apologies A.P. I normally just post lyrics, and will type them out for you as penance knowing fine well everyone will hate this.
If you get a message coming out of the stars you must hide away
And if you get a message coming out of the stars you must hide away
If you get a message coming out of the stars
Don't believe in luck you are in touch with Mars
And you must hide away, you must hide away
These collapsing nations and the weight of the West make us hide away
And these collapsing governments that pole axe us with taxes make us hide away
It's just a suggestion, congestion
Grab it and then hide way
You've got to hide way and go underground
~ Julian H. Cope
"until circa the early part of this decade"
Referee! Is he allowed to use 'circa' that way?
I mean, he is maybe not technically wrong but surely it's puffery.
"until ABOUT the early part of this decade"
I had a pretentious acquaintance who was an OCD film buff but hated foreign languages who learned the word 'denouement' from Empire Magazine. After that, every conversation included him using the word. Circa 1990.
My mum and I had planned to go see 'Official Secrets' at the cinema today but it's not on anywhere near her. Instead I suggested buying 'Chernobyl' on Amazon Prime since she doesn't have Sky Atlantic, and it's meant to be good. She instead bought it on DVD so her sister could borrow it. I had to point out we no longer have a DVD player, we are going to have to watch it at my aunties flat. We still have a VHS player, my dad bought one we've never used 'just in case', but we forgot to keep an emergency DVD player.
My dad was never overly fond of his in-laws, and he warned me once that I was being talked about in the same breathe as bad Uncle Davie and mad Aunty Iris. He meant it as a rebuke for being too weird. "Cool, they are my two favourite relatives."
People who read books are regarded with suspicion in my family. Some sort of witchcraft going on.
In Finland they put their babies in cardboard boxes and leave them outdoors so their crying doesn't wake you.
I know this is going to prompt a flurry of, "We never had cardboard boxes when I were young" responses, but it's true. Apparently. Finns claim it is true but now I think back on it I never actually saw any babies in boxes in Helsinki.
Please tell me more about these "I can afford $100 to prove I'm not a terrorist" cards.
I went to the consulate to get a visa in '85, a lifetime visa which was a rip-off since the passport had a shorter life than mine, and we had to fill out a form saying we weren't terrorists, communists or Nazis, and that none of our family were either.
Boiling hot day, packed tiny room, and the wee old woman in front of me hadn't filled out her form so the clerk had to shout the questions at her. "Eh, no son, I'm not a terrorist."
Turns out though that her dead husband had been a communist, a trade union activist from Ayr in the 1930s. "People used to come around when they had a problem, and he'd sort it. Please son, I just want to visit my daughter, I'm not a communist myself. I always left the room when they talked politics."
It made the experience fun, and to their credit the US of A permitted her entry.
Fifteen years ago I grew a long beard and wore a pakol (pashtun hat) because I thought it was funny how much I looked like Osama Bin Laden. I had to lose the hat and beard because it became scary how much everyone else agreed. It might have worked at a fancy dress party but I was protesting outside military bases at the time and it was not a good look around armed police. I mean, people make money acting as celebrity look-alikes but my doppelganger was unfortunate.
I'll be avoiding the USA now this software is being deployed.
Hilarious, comedy genius. And they could be very small vans.
I used to work in a very hi-tech company opposite the TV detector van company in Cumbernauld. There must have been at least 50 vans, and over three years none of them moved. Because everyone knew by then that they were fakes. They couldn't detect shit on their shoes.
Thankin' you, John Brown.
I would like to point out I was in the middle of a fight with my girlfriend, so I was all het up.
I also missed out part of the story. I honestly hadn't had a TV for years, a fact that made my IT colleagues ask me, "What century are you living in?" because I didn't know about Star Trek NG.
I was fixing a neighbours TV, and it was in pieces on my living room floor. The TV detectorist thugs said they'd seen it through my windows, so I explained I was just fixing it for a neighbour. They said I needed a licence for that, and I said I didn't because I wasn't going to turn it on, and didn't even have an aerial. "Well, how are you intending to check if it works?"
"That's a multimeter, that is an oscilloscope, this is an engineer. If you'd went to further education then you wouldn't be making a fool of yourself on my property"
I was totally in debt to my awful girlfriend who'd hyped me up. Her response was more succinct.
There are a lot of myths that keep people fearful and compliant. Off the top of my head, you don't have to register to vote. You don't have to attend jury duty. You don't have to pay local taxes. You don't have to pay the BBC tax. I don't feel I am above the law, more likely I'm below it.
It wouldn't have bothered me, I didn't actually have a shotgun. I just applied for the licence because all the pensioners owned one and it seemed like an arms race. This was a tiny (100 people, 100 cats, 25 dogs) village in the Scottish countryside.
I do have a funny story. I was at work so this is second hand. A huge gang from Wester Hailes came to our wee village to lynch some crim who had been given sanctuary there by a local. They had baseball bats and machetes. They were scared away by octogenarians brandishing shotguns.
Well, I laughed at least.
I am always so negative about BBC TV I have to add I love BBC radio, and the website. BBC Radio 4 and BBC Radio Scotland kept me sane when I was stuck alone for six months, like Tom Hank's basketball. I was in a remote place in Scotland and I'd wake up every morning and turn on the radio just to hear human voices. I especially enjoyed the traffic reports. When you are living in a wood and haven't seen anyone for ages you start to doubt your life choices, and the reports of traffic jams on the M8 are joyously reassuring.
I know you get the radio and website without a licence now, but it does come out of the fee so I'd be willing to chip in for them. I hate how iPlayer insists you register and sign in just to get radio, that seems churlish. As is folk in prison for not paying their fines. As is the ~500,000 dementia sufferers who are now expected to pay for a licence - if they can't remember watching it, did they really watch it?
The Beeb claim they need more revenue to compete with Netflix and Amazon, and that is ridiculously grandiose. Nobody wants them to compete with those services.
Another option would be a two-stream BBC. A basic one paid for by tax-payers, and a luxury one paid for by subscription.
I refused to contact them to let them know I don't watch live TV, and I've received a threatening letter every week for the past six years. I object to the environmental waste but I keep it going because it helps subsidise Royal Mail.
It is cheeky/unjust that I can't watch commercial TV stations so I'd support a subscription service. I wouldn't subscribe, but I support the idea.
Here is an idea to save the BBC money, sack anyone on screen who earns more than the average wage. You'd have an army of volunteers replacing them just to get their faces on the telly. I was going to call the existing presenters 'Talent' but that would be too sarcastic.
[The only visit I from TV licensing guys was when I first had a cottage and a girlfriend. They interrupted an argument we were having about how little housework I did. She answered the door, and slammed it hard on them screaming, "Don't ask me, I only work here!"
I answered the next time, she'd stomped off fuming, and they asked me if I had a licence. I replied I had a shotgun licence and they were standing on my property without my permission.
His reply was priceless, "I'm going to tell my boss about you!"]
My employer was an imaging company trying for a NHS contract. My job was to scan in and digitise medical records that I still doubt I should have been able to see. And I had to view and read them to verify the accuracy. It was traumatic. It was all dead kids. Their X-Rays, their case history. I assume the NHS contact chose the worst files to digitise to scupper the contract. Five year olds with cancer. It floored me, but I did it.
It made me realise two things, that I had led a sheltered and privileged life, and that the nurses who actually had to deal with these children deserved a far higher salary than mine. That was thirty years ago and I'm crying again. I can only sympathise with the under-paid workers dealing with sexual abuse content.
Things That Make You Go (cough)(bullshit) Hmm...
The bulk of the funding for Tor's development has come from the federal government of the United States,[22] initially through the Office of Naval Research and DARPA.[23] - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tor_(anonymity_network)
Public nudity is not a big deal in the rest of the EU. I've seen Dutch workers sunbathe topless outside their work, experienced a French nudist beach accidentally, communal naked saunas in Finland including children, and just mass German nudity, yet in the UK our bodies are an affront to God.
I support our current laws. British people should not be allowed to disrobe in public - have you seen our bodies? We are like Americans.
Nobody who isn't an athlete should be allowed to wear Athlete-wear. Yes, your bum looks big in that.
I remember in first year at high school a boy was called a wanker, and he owned it and made it a badge of pride. "Aye, I'm a wanker, and in a year or two you will be too"
I stole that. A decade ago a young guy smirked at me and called me a dirty old man. I told him if he lived long enough then it is the fate of every dirty young man to become a dirty old man.
Well I must admit I'm flattered by your consecration
It's a mind-numbing spine-chilling
But never-the-less heart-warming gesture
But as you make your advances so clumsily
I'll save us both the both the hassle and leave
And hang out all night
In the familiar fluorescent light of dunkin' donuts
'cause I ain't got time for the niceties
Or rather I was never never fond of the niceties
I will see you around
See you around
See you around
See you around
Well how are you with issues
Lately you've been a half-assed activist
You've been seen sashaying around the picket line
Wearing scarcely any sign
Oh but always vocal in love and strife
And the politics of your all important life
Well I'm sorry but your routine is coming off a bit ragged
And I ain't got time for the niceties
Or rather I was never never fond of the niceties
I will see you around
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzYNpIZqtTo
Of course you should have upvoted it even if you don't understand it! Study Philosophy is great advice. Relax with Comedy is also great advice.
Agathon: I’m afraid the world is bad. You have been condemned to death.
Allen: Ah, it saddens me that I should cause debate in the senate.
Agathon: No debate. Unanimous.
Allen: Really?
Agathon: First ballot.
Allen: Hmmm. I had counted on a little more support.
Simmias: The senate is furious over your ideas for a Utopian state.
Allen: I guess I should never have suggested having a philosopher-king.
Simmias: Especially when you kept pointing to yourself and clearing your throat.
"5G mast will be compulsory every few yards"
Given their lack of power that is a fair assessment. It will need an urban forest of masts.
The first home I bought had a three digit Bakelite telephone, that British Telecom stole when my guinea pigs chewed through the cord. British Telecom broke into my house to steal the phone, even back in 1990 it was worth a few hundred quid. And my telephone number at the time - 237.
I threatened legal action and they threatened my pigs.
Whitehall 1212
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAZbDAA2y50
I was working for a Scottish comms company back in the good old nineties. I won't name the name but suffice to say they are now Cisco. I was told I was the creme de la creme to be employed there, ala Miss Jean Brody. When I walked out of the interview they begged me to come back and upped my salary by 25%. I should have walked but I was flattered.
Most of the kit we were testing and integrating was xDSL, but we had to support microwave links too. Two younger engineers, green out of Uni, left their lunch next to a microwave relay. They were freaked by their bottle of Irn Bru left next to the transmitter. Carbonated bubbles were running up the side of the bottle closest to the transmitter, and the youngsters wanted to know why. None of us had an answer beyond, "It's probably just leaking microwaves."
They refused to work on it any more, and decided to pour their Irn Bru down the drain. I drank their Irn Bru.
[For American readers, replace Irn Bru with 'Kool Aid']
In 2013 a police helicopter crashed into a Glasgow pub, the Clutha, killing ten people. The inquiry found the tech failure, but never identified why it was flying over it in the first place.
The very next week I witnessed a police helicopter flying over my and neighbouring flats, hovering over each for 30 seconds, and then moving on to the neighbouring flat. They were obviously searching for a heat signature linked to cannabis farms. I don't care if my neighbours smoke or grow cannabis, I just don't like the police putting my life at risk trying to track them down.
An old feminist mantra was "Keep your laws off my body", and I think that is universal. Certainly keep your helicopters and planes away from my roof.
>"or at another one busting the myth "About Devices that Can Interfere with Pacemakers"
Hilarious epic fail!
I linked to someone qualified who tested ovens, and you ignored that, patronised me (who actually worked with microwave comms kit as a tester) and then cited a website that produces medical jewellery - although misspelling it jewelry
"Hope Paige Designs has fashionable medical identification bracelets and medical jewelry for cardiac patients and those with peanut allergies, diabetes, and more.
About Us
Hope Paige Medical ID Marketplace, mixes fashion and style with function and purpose as one of the foremost designers of contemporary medical emergency bracelets, awareness jewelry, and licensed designs. "
Muppet.
Well, the citation is anecdotal, the surgeon telling my mum. Now it could very well be my mum just lied about that to get my dad out of her kitchen.
I honestly don't know what you and Alister read in my post that troubled you. I do know this stuff, I used to test microwave comms kit, and I have a few stories.
I think it is best to outsource this to PhysicsGirl though - Can you call a cell phone in the microwave?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ot4_jVFXxUU
[The lesson everyone has to take from that is to wrap your phone in tinfoil. Better Call Saul.]
"They are being put on top of the tallest buildings in the area, and their height is to ensure that nobody gets fried if walking on the roof."
Wrong, the height is to maximise coverage, nothing to do with frying people. You are scaremongering now.
"Given that (a) some people believe all this EM is bad for them" - jmch
Some EM is definitely bad for you to arguable degrees, but provable amounts. Some crazy folk used to claim microwave ovens are a serious health risk, and yet now they are everywhere and nobody has been harmed, right? Wrong.
My dad was fitted with a pacemaker and the doctors published advice is not to be near a working microwave oven, because many of them leak and can damage his pace maker and potentially kill him.
Many microwave ovens leak microwaves, and if it is not safe for someone with a pacemaker to be in the same room as one then it is probably a good idea that nobody is.
I'm not saying 5G is a health threat, I seriously doubt it, but precautionary principle and past experience suggest more caution than is being discussed here. We don't really do credible medical testing in the tech world. We do understand the inverse law of distance.
Stand back from your microwave oven, or check for leaks. Don't put that 5G pole in your garden until the studies have been done, put it in your neighbours garden or down the street.
I don't know if there has ever been an opinion poll of the public asking how many people know what an IP or MAC address is. In the past decade I've tended to try in vain to train elderly folk who repeatedly ask, "What is a browser? What is a folder? What is a cookie"
I used to teach youngsters who'd all instantly assume they were hackers, that was worse.
I'm sure most if not all of us here are aware of what we give legal consent to online, but it feels akin to sexploitation of 98% of the population by our industry.
Some folk really do assume Dutch is a secret code. It's a pretty obvious code at best.
My first trip to Coulport and I was with a dozen European peace protesters, none Dutch or Flemish but all of whom had lived in Ghent for at least a year.
We were all chatting away and then they switched to Flemish because they suspected I was a Scottish police infiltrator. I'd actually spent the last few years contracting in the Netherlands and Belgium, and had followed their 'secret' conversation fairly well. One of them had suggested leaving the camp so they could discuss their plans away from me, and the main guy said, "Waroom?"
I chipped in, "Waroom neit?", and all their cheeks blushed like a busted flush.
The main guy asked me in shock, "You speak Flemish?"
"Nee. Lekker ding. Moi ledden. Alstublieft."
There were two Finns there. Now Finnish *is* a code language to me, much more akin to bird song than human language.
The meaning of that sentence depends wholly on tone of voice, and the way you first read it will say a lot about you personally. I read it in a purring, sexually suggestive voice. There will be a Venn diagram of arachnophobes, technophiles, autistic spectrumers, obsessive compulsives, sexual deviants/specialists and so on that will all read it differently.
I love tech. I love spiders because they terrify my awful sister and I bring spiders indoors to keep her away. This article inspires me to build a remote control tarantula that I can post through her letterbox to scare her to death. Is there an existing RPi project that does this?
"Yes, all blades. If it can cut, is made of metal, then its included."
The knives the Westminster bridge attackers were ceramic, not metal. Presumably they chose them to pass metal detection before they chose their improvised attack. Bought from Lidl. They are a lot more brittle than the kind of knives most killers use but the post-attack photos of them show none of them snapped.
This is maybe too much information since I was only objecting to the "is made of metal" comment. I'll delete this comment if anyone asks me to.
Leith folk used to go up Calton Hill and light a bonfire on Beltane. Now we can't get in because Edinburgh artsy fartsy tossers put fences around it and charge an entrance fee to watch them dance a pseudo pagan event on what is nominally common land. Part of the corporate disneyfication of the tourist tat town.
It's an apt mention in the context of Jesus gutties, maybe not as you intended though.
Ghosts are real - but not immortal, they die with living memory.
- Reverend Dan, Universal Life Church
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Yosser - I'm desperate, Father
Priest - My son, call me Dan
Yosser - I'm desperate Dan
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