note: For leagal reasons it should be assumed that everything
on this site is said in jest and is therefor not the truth.
But then again, it just might be.
THE LAND FILL
Don't toss it out
Visit the recycling page
and help the environment.
very much appreciate your help
|I'm working on
a revised method of automatically snapping the work
bench each day. I have a web cam. Now all I have to
do is figure out how to automate it and then get it
put on the web site each day
reasonable shot of MWOWM. The alien technology super
computer. AEK is the only place outside of Dobbstown
to have one. We built it ourselves from plans given
to us by the Xists themselves. It is not as big or
powerful as the one in Dobbstown but alien parts are
a bit difficult to find down here.
would like to thank these people without
whom AEK could not function. Over the years
these people have supported AEK and continue
to do so with selfless acts of kindness
could also not function with out the help and generosity
of the SynthDIY
group. A consortium of the world's best electronic
muisic instrument craftspersons. Of which I am humbled
to be a member. (Archives
Synth, Electronics and Vacuum Tube technology.
Critchley Our very own Bob the
Hughes Computer systems. A true
Ratcave) Music, spiritual matters and
Synth, electronics and systems.
Sowa Synth electronics and manfacturing.
from a dying planet
hate everything but I'll love
you to death. I
am evil. Friendly but evil. My mission in life is to fuck
everyone on the planet. I am not human. Ever had sex with
a yeti? Don't knock it till you've tried it. No-one can claim
I don't give a shit. I've got a bucket of shit right here
and you're welcome to have some. You can put it on your garden
or use it to make your penis grow. Hey whatta ya think is
in those pills they SPAM about anyway? That's right. Yeti
don't give a fuck about the RIAA or MPAA. Or any of those
people who represent the commercial sewers. If I wanted to
listen to shit I'd stick a turd in my ear. Gimme your home
grown and meaningful electro-funk tek-shit. Gimme the porn
you recorded in your bedroom late at night. Gimme the pictures
you took of interesting stuff. You're weird science. Anything
but that Hollywood commercial vomit. I don't even want it
if it's free.
you really wanna piss off the RIAA, don't listen to their
shit. Don't buy it. It's not like it's your only choice. Don't
even recognize it as worthy of taking a dump on. Support real
artists. Not some assholes in suits. But I don't give a fuck
what you do. You're human. You probably can't help it.
The animal kingdom if you like. Life on Earth. It had to evolve
a semi intelligent species. Probably all planets that evolve
life do. Humans, particularly religious humans, ask what is
their purpose in life. Why are we here? Intelligence is the
logical extension of life's evolution. It's purpose is to
protect and extend the range of all the species of a planet.
To protect against threats which extend beyond the immediate
environment. Which cannot be adapted for over a few hundred
millennia though physical evolution alone. Threats such as
the Sun's continual expansion. Or more immediate threats such
as planet killing asteroids. That's why humans have evolved.
That's what the intelligence is all about. That's why we're
here. We're here for the benefit of all living things on the
a good job aren't we?
some reason I get this mental picture of a pride of lions
in Africa. Eeking out a bare existence in some of the Earth's
last habitable environment for them, and thinking. "We
certainly picked the wrong fucking species there. Man did
we blow it. We should have just eaten the fuckers while we
had the chance. At least they wouldn't have raped our habitats
before we got wiped out."
had a program for BOSH98 that was a kind of process manager.
This is built into WINK and you can just kill a process under
linux but you need a 3rd party APP to do it in BOSH. It calls
up a list of running processes. You can change attributes
of these processes like registering them as a service etc.
But you have two main choices. You can kill a task or restart
it. This is useful for when a process is stuck or crashed.
if it won't restart of it's own, this thing will force it
out of memory no matter what, kill it and restart it.
wish I could do that with my life. Just restart the fucking
thing. And preferably restart it on a whole new planet.
don't want to do what typical humans do. I don't want a typical
human relationship. I don't want to live how typical humans
live. And I don't want to be surrounded by typical humans.
And unfortunately, on this planet, it seems there's only one
way out of that. And even if there was a kind faerie who came
and rescued me, I couldn't escape the nightmares and flashbacks
accumulated in the decades of living on this shit ball.
think I reached a point of anxiety last night where I realized
I no longer cared what humans do. I don't care about Al Franken
and Bill O'Reilly. I don't care what Dubbya does. I don't
care what war the Christians and the Muslims wage. I don't
care if terrorists plant a bomb up my ass and kill me. I don't
care if some nazi-esk police force drag me off in the night
never to be seen again. It doesn't matter. These are the people
who would accuse me of being stereotypical. They'd claim they
had my number even though they don't know my name. They don't
know me but they think they know it all so they think they
know my kind. Yet they're way more typical than I could ever
be. Dubbya and all those assholes are going to do what they've
always done. Howard is the same. The Left wing is going to
fart around like they've always done. Humans are going to
do what they've always done. They're going to fight their
wars and make themselves rich and oppress the poor and the
weak and the stupid. And all I really need to know is how
to survive without being attacked by them. And be the best
parasite I can. Since that's all there is left to be.
of these people are like one of those comedy shows that really
only have one joke. Usually about a french guy called Weewee
who's always going to the toilet and saying "Qui".
And fond of telling everyone how he's searching for "A
Penis." Till the baffled walk-on characters realize he's
actually saying "Happiness" in an outrageous french
accent. The joke has worn thin to the point of being threadbare.
It's the same joke they've been using for at least two thousand
years and it wasn't that funny back then either.
like any failing comedy, the only way they're going to improve
ratings now is by killing off a few of the stars of the show
in spectacular fashion. 9/11 had me hooked on the show for
a while but the re-make of the gulf war really wasn't as good
as the original.
be honest. Half the time I don't know who or what you're talking
about with these clowns and generally don't care. It's like
they're all clones of each other. Like someone higher up in
the hierarchy of each country says. "We have a vacancy
for a Rush Limbaugh we need to fill. So we have our Allan
Jones and John Laws. Buggered if I know who they've got in
England but you can be sure they've got one. At least one.
Bush is just a puppet like every other world leader. A willing
puppet. A child who's having way too much fun playing with
all the toys in the toy shop. Hell, he don't care how many
people they kill or lives they ruin just as long as they make
it go BANG one more time.
Muslims and the Christians and all the other religious bigots
are either insane, too scared about the afterlife or just
peddling a hidden agenda. Or all of the above. Just keep 'em
the fuck away from me.
not making any assertions on the merits of laughing at this
world class entertainment but right here and right now, it
all seems completely pointless. And I can't be the only one
that finds these players irrelevant at the core of my being.
90% of humans seem to run round and may even proclaim to be
good Christians or believe in this holy war that Shrub is
waging. But they all go right on doing whatever it is they
were doing even if it's wrong on some level. Or on every level.
whole world is pointless. There's only you. And you're a trillion
Like I give a shit:
could appologize for
not updating the site in 3 year but then again I could say
"Fuck you!" with somewhat more conviction. There
is so much noise on so many blogs and scrawlings on the net,
why add to it? But then again, even my friends don't notice
this shit so why would anyone else care? Here's an idea. If
you don't actually do anything worth a pinch of shit in the
real world, for fuck sake don't blog about it!
The fact is
this web site and domain cost me money. Money I don't make.
I budget for it but even that's a bit of a stretch on $20.00
per week. It would cost me twice as much to run a blog on
here because the ISP charges money on top for things like
that. I find advertising to be obnoxious so I'm not going
to attempt to pay for it via that method. And PayPal and it's
Swedish bankers are abhorant so I don't even want to put one
of those "DONATE" shingles up on this site..
It would be
nice to think I was loved but the reality is, no-one asked
me to have a web site. No more asked or wanted than Peter
Garret becoming a right wing politician. Shilling for the
labour party who's left wing heratage is but a memory.. A
site, by the way, which is now over 10 years old. Woo fucking
hoo. No-one wants my music or my art or any other damn thing
I'm actually good at. Not in a world where buying an iPod
like 80 million other human clones per year, carrys more social
importance than the music secreted upon them. Any ol' shit
will do. After all, we're not really listening anyway.
This site therefore,
is pure vanity and since I'm not an overly vane person and
only have anger and bile to spit out in text form these days,
I don't see the point in bothering.. It doesn't matter what
one writes on the net these days, you're just going to end
up as someone else's idea of a whack job. Even if you ARE
Fact is that
by maintaining this web site I get a really wicked email system
that allows me to play tricks and trace spam. Not that I see
much spam these days because it's all locked down pretty well.
And I can offer email networking to my friends. It's just
that I can't think of a better use to put this web site to.
Not that I'm
asking for suggestions. When you're the one stumping up the
funds, and doing the maintenance work I'll be open to almost
anything. Until then don't ask me to do anything that might
constitute work I don't enjoy. I do enough of that as it is.
And after being shafted by a very large music gear retailer
here for many years, doing their HTML work for fuck-all emolument,
you would have to pay me at least half a shit-load just to
get me look at actual HTML code again. Not to mention supply
me with a bucket and a box of stemitil daily just to be able
to keep my stomach contents where it belongs.
to capitalize on my skills but no-one wants my art. Not that
I'm vane enough to think that my art is worth a pinch of shit
in this world anyway. Nor is any art truly appreciated for
that matter. It only become worth something when some "vendor"
can make a buck from it. That's not fucking art, that's commerce.
But what they
want from me are all my other skills and attributes. You know?
The one's I don't enjoy. Like fixing computers and electronic
crap. All the bullshit stuff that dumb asses can't do for
themselves. No-one's calling on me to make a movie or documentary.
I use to be good at that shit. No-one wants my music which
I use to be even better at. My graphics are worthless. I'm
not that good at it anyway. It's a lot of work for bugger
all result and zero recognition. And I can't afford the computing
power to render in reasonable time. Needless to say, absolutely
none of what I do get's me laid. So much for sex, drugs and
So when I figure
out something worth doing with this piece of shit web site
I might actually make a move. When I'm not too busy being
used and abused.
Oh there are
new things on the site over the past 5 years. Not that anyone
noticed. My abortive project to archive old ETI publications.
Long out of print and abandoned. I put some aditional graphics
up over the years. A few more characters for animations and
so fourth. And if you look on the FTP site there's an animation
we did for Mark Hoofnagle's "Denialism" blog. The
Self persecuting Christian..
So that's it.
If you could be bothered looking round you might find the
new shit. If not, don't blame me. I haven't got the time,
inclination or energy to give a shit. On the other hand if
you want my art, or want to at least hand me something interesting,
I might even raise an eyebrow.
Oh and I shouldn't
leave this without saying a big "Get Fucked" to
all my friends..
Be absolutely Icebox.