Archive for November, 2013

The internet is for porn

Wednesday, November 27th, 2013

I call bull shit.

According to this Associated Press story [], researchers are teaching an AI program common sense using pictures on the internet.

In mid-July, [the program] began searching the Internet for images 24/7 and, in tiny steps, is deciding for itself how those images relate to each other.

I call bull shit because if it was really learning anything from pictures on the internet it would mostly know what strange sexual fetishes are.

The internet if for porn. ;-)

Proper service

Monday, November 25th, 2013

So, Adobe got hacked. I got a letter in the mail explaining this. Ok, fine. Thanks. And email would have been better. Why a physical letter? All the way from Ireland to Singapore.

It arrived a day after I got an email from Evernote telling me:

There were published reports recently of a security breach at Adobe that may have exposed private information, including Adobe passwords, email addresses and passwords hints of millions of users. The list of compromised Adobe accounts has been uploaded to the web. We compared this list to our user email addresses and found that the email address you used to register for an Evernote account is on the list of exposed Adobe accounts.

Now that’s what I call service.

Swastika Brand Coal Coke

Friday, November 8th, 2013

While watching Ken Burns The Dust Bowl the other day I noticed this:


Which shocked me a bit. So I tried to look it up. Looking up Swastika Coal and Coke gets you an article on Wikipedia that covers the use of the swastika symbol in the west prior to the Nazi’s use of it. That article does not mention the specific company but is interesting. I also found this:

Swastika Fuel Co thermometer

On auction at which seems to be a different model of the same thing. Several other things came up from the same Swastika Fuel company of Raton, NM.

Pure Evil

Wednesday, November 6th, 2013

The company who makes this packing material has no soul. They are pure evil, sucking the fun out of life.


You can’t pop the bubbles! I ask you: what’s the point of bubble wrap you can’t pop! Evil. Pure. Fucking. Evil!