Saturday, November 21, 2020

These Internets are making me HANGRY!

I was introduced to the Internet in 1994 and my productivity went to pathetic.

I finally got a smart phone in 2012 and now I am dumb as fuck.

I would be willing to bet that if you did a brain scan of me in 2009, and one now, you would see the non-deterioration would be the fear and anger centers, which have grown alarmingly.

The frontal lobes? Ooh. Bad. Although they say psychedelics promote more neural growth.

Social media is our Krell moment. You know, Forbidden Planet? Monsters from the Id.

It's almost all bad and here we are stuck in it. Although a lot of parts are fun. Sounds like drugs. Bionic drugs. Electrostimulation and psychdelic-teledildonics. And all the accoutrements. Wearables, of course. No chips in my brain. Although wearables affecting my brain, suggest remotes. Remote manipulation of brains is a concern.

I don't have earbuds. I have cans. And honestly, there are times when I get the magic of electronic telepathy. Oh my god you're in my head get out of my head! That human voice connection is fun. The video also and fine through AR glasses. Bring on the AR glasses with subtitle and zoom lens.

Our brains are oozing out into our technological Oosphere, a Diaspora, and now is not the time for that.

Right now the Oosphere seems to like Hothouse Earth. We being Icehouse Apes is not so good for us.

I'm Icehouse Ape-centric but not stupid.

We've killed half the world since I came into it. To kill the other half is beyond stupid. I'm an atheist and aint no ghosts, but I recognize life, us , Earth as alive and sacred. And the murder should send me into righteous wrath. And does. And yet I do nothing.

But honestly, how much would I do? I'm lazier than Trump. I'm not doing anything,

Consider: Jeff Bezos currently worth $181 billion dollars. Median USA worth is $97,300.

Average height of men in the USA is 69 inches. Nice!

$97300 is to $181 billion as 69 inches to X inches. Solve for X.

Answer: Jeff Bezos is 2025 miles tall. He (or the Mecha he pilots) is his own moon. I'll bet you he wants to live as long as that.

Meanwhile the numbers are in. In 2016, 53% of white people voted for Trump. In 2020, 57% voted. 

This is all white trash civil war, white backlash v4.2, 

We don't need the world's interference. We got us a decade to go full retard. And we will!

Monday, November 16, 2020

Humanity is a Hellmouth

I want you to place thumb and index finger on your forehead like you have a theatrical headache, and you are touching the adult parts of your brain. The funny thing is, the adult parts, in area, are about the size of your thumb and finger pads.

The adults in the room part of your neocortex is just the current guess, but this is an area size that many animal brains possess easily. Animals are not stupid. Not even slime molds and bacterial mats are stupid. Corvid, primate, elephant, dolphin and whale brains more so aplenty.

So why are there no adults in the room?

Actually there are because there is an iron law related to energy expenditure and threat escalation.

Life never grows up. If we are the only life, then behavior being scale invariant, we shall populate the cosmos like a slime mold on... anything.

Just like poker, the bigger your grubstake... Like it or not, we could be just one tiny cell in a slime mold.

Humans are primates, therefore animals, but something else, we hope. Heroes of the Blob. or keratin.

In college, I wrote a paper for astrophysics I got a D on. Lunar Robot Farms. I'm sure if I search through this memory hut, I wrote about it.

So, the idea is a von Neumann self replicating system of robots that you drop like seeds on the Moon. (A crucial assumption is that there are significant backup resources for the initial robot wave).

The best model, I said was the foxes and rabbits classic Lotka-Volterra equations where the robot farms are the rabbits and the Moon is the fox. Assumption otherwise being, the food will not put up a fight.

If that's the dial, food puts up a fight, 

    then zero is classic exponential growth of virulence. A forest to be burned, a field to be scythed. A         #Moonbase to be won.

Crank the dial to 10, and

    let the convoluted nonlinear skirmishes begin, aka turbulence.

Should there be an 11? But only if there is a -1.

Is that possible? Well, on sounds systems, it means reversing compression and rarefactions, and yeah you can do that.

Point being, godamnit, if that's it, if we just gonna colonize the cosmos like a virus, then I'm all for pursuing -11.

Interior: Garage laboratory, two men standing admiring a biomechanical horror of an electric guitar sitting on a purple velvet manikin hands stand. In the background are shelves of computers blinking lights, and cable anacondas leading to big amps. The larger of the two men reaches for the guitar, but small guy, me, places a hand on his shoulder, 


"It goes to minus eleven"?


"That's what I said."


(grabs the guitar, starts to noodle) "What does that mean?"


"It reverses Entropy"


"Ga-ga-goo? Mama!"

So, let's assume like the spooky Halloween Christmas story of Dickens, that people will be extinct by the year 2100 unless we change our wicked ways.

And people go meh. 2100? Okay how about 2032. We're going full Soylent Green like full retard. like to plaid.

But I tell you right now, 2032. Extinct by 2032. That's the premise. Too soon? It's only 12 years away. 

Because honestly, pound for pound in terms of great extinctions we haven't fucked up the planet all that much.Throw in some unintended consequences and for sure we could off ourselves. But in a mere twelve years? Not buying it.

And here is the funny ha ha thing. In the 1880's Italy decided to invade Africa. In order to feed their troops, they imported beef from India. The beef was infected with rinderpest (which in humans is called measles). The rinderpest worked its way south from Ethiopia and a decade later 90% of cows, oxen, sheep, buffalo, wildebeast and giraffe are dead. East Africa starved.

English colonists imported massive amounts of harm (HAH!)

FARM animals and most importantly pigs.

English colonists did not know about African Swine Fever because the local pigs and ticks and microbes had found an uneasy truce. And European pigs dropped like flies, but not enough to attain herd immunity. ASFV became endemic in sub-Saharan pigs. 

Fast forward to 2018 when an outbreak of ASFV forced China to eventually slaughter half its pigs.

By Chinese New Year 2019 there wasn't a pig to be found, so the wet markets of China provided meat from peacocks to alligators to snails and hedgehogs. At some point in the past, a jumping COVID jumped into our mouth.

And here we are.

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Bit Off More Than We Could Chew

 Last we passed, dear reader, the giant hell monkeys and the gryphon rider had become uncomfortably cooperative and I wondered why.

Oh I see. Found themselves a nice tasty salamander.

A fifty footer. Have fun guys.

Monday, November 9, 2020

Madison's Orrery

I started with this activity primarily to created 3D printed objects, kitbashing and noodling rather than physical rendering. Haven't saved any time or effort and in fact added an additional layer of work.

So one day I said fuck it, this is fun all in it's own little world, who cares about 3D printing? I'd removed an arbitrary rule and opened up a world, or a #vir, a pocket universe in cyberspace.

A sculpt file in Adobe Medium is what I call a #vir, or would be a #vir if the scenes were walk-arounds rather than staged for photographs. 

This series I was thinking of Jack Vance's The Dying Earth. Ancient ruins and blasted landscapes with incredibly pungent refugia interspersed. In this scene, giant monkeys accost(?) accompany(?) a wayfarer in a skull dust mask. What do the giant monkeys live on? No ones knows, since they ate everyone.

I make these things to escape the horrors around me. The admittedly low level horrors interspersed with long stretches of boredom. 

This is going to be a horrible winter. 

Well Boomers and Doomers we will test Madison's Orrery once again. Each world state circling a federal sun lasted all of four score and seven years.

And then they strengthened the gravitational pull of the sun.

What they forgot was those world states developed powers and character and kin. Shining California, Oregon and Washington, perhaps the last embers of liberal democracy. Or perhaps, allied with Hawaii and the Deep State, the next step in slime mold experimentation that gets us a seat at the table on Venus.

I say thank all nonexistent Gods for the Deep State. They suffer the ills of organization which happens to all, public or private, yet is uniquely capable of big dick thinking, or big vagina thinking. Or big tit thinking. We need big tit thoughts more than ever.

(Speaking of which, Kim Guilfoyle and don jr should become sex workers and (s)he'd make his own fortune).

So after January 20 everything wrong is the fault of soft penis liberals. 

And the drama queen right wingers are freaking losing everything. Ready to be sent to gulags and reeducation centers. (And yes, we shou;d make them get MBAs before we send them to North Dakota!
Come on QAnon! A Gianforte in charge of Montana? Tony Montana??! 

Dave Chapelle laid it out. Nothing changed. Like we been telling you!

Stupid white fucker. That's me. And that's how I feel if I wasn't white, but doing OK. 

I think I'm on top of things and it turns out I'm sleep walking just like you.

And probably because the AIs can think a million times faster than us.

Thursday, November 5, 2020

Puce Lives Matter

The reason given that a Blue Lives Matter flag does not violate the Flag Code is it is not an American flag. 

Whose country's flag is it then?

(and we all know the answer to that)

Phlox Lives Matter. Chartreuse Lives Matter. blah. meh.

Why aren't there sixty or seventy stars on the flag?

Well, the last two states, Hawaii and Alaska, were always problematic, read 

a little too brown

and more of a Cold War necessity. I mean, why couldn't we have invaded Norway instead of Puerto Rico or the Philippines which, let's face it, ALL our territories are inconveniently brown.

Hell, we have large swathes of the continent that are inconveniently brown.

We being Real Americans akkka whipepo.

And I get it, white people never had so much fun under Trump since Reagan. And the reason they are having fun is they aren't scared.

Conservatives, consistently under forced brain scan, have enlarged amygdala, the fear center.

Fear motivates conservatives.  Fear don't get you to the future. Fear makes you hide in the past.

Tuesday, November 3, 2020

The Five People You'll Meet In Prison

The Five People You'll Meet in Prison by Brandon M. Stickney

Part prison diary, part expose, I really didn't learn anything new about the American prison system (in this case the New York state penitentiaries). I saw this guy on the WGN morning news and he was funny and engaging but the book less so. 

The American prison system is set up to punish and the best a prisoner can hope for from the administration and officers is malignant neglect. Stickney meets five people who are kind to him, including a corrections officer.

I think the only thing that I got from the book was an uncomfortable reminder of the number of similarities between American prison life and American life. This is not a new insight from me.

The American prison system is the largest in the world and is thus one of the largest slave plantations on the planet. As far as administration is concerned, it's a win/win. Taxpayer funds for each prisoner and almost free labor out of them. Stickney noted New York state spends $60 grand a year on each prisoner, and perhaps actual spending on prisoners more in the range of $14-20 grand. That's quite a profit. In that situation, as product, as a commodified person, they'd want to treat the prisoners with the least amount of damage. But that's not the case.

Torture, yes, just so the torture would be preferred not to the death (unless they're insane or retarded). In any event the torture is enforcement only, to protect the prison (not the prisoners from each other), but it still happens.

Otherwise it is indifferent neglect and the inmates run the day to day maintenance. 

So am I saying the USA is a prison? No, but it does have a lot of coincidences.

If we treat the USA as a prison system, then the great American dream is to move from prisoner to cop, to boss. Maybe that explains why Americans all want to be take charge like cops and bosses.

Maybe a different take from some other research might help. Below you see trend of household income for the bottom 60%, 61-99% and top 1% from 1986 to 2014. Consider the bottom two thirds prisoners, upper one third cops, and top bosses.

Now see the trend true to scale:

No new insight other than a similar repressive system.