"In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance."
May I dope slap someone for using “abit” to stand in for “a bit”? Please? Pretty please with sugar on top? Would it help my case if I told you the same folks used the adjective “backdoor” when they meant “back door”? Hmm?
[excessively polite mini-rant /off]
I frequently refer to “Hillary Clintoon” as The Queenie Cacklepants Cylon. “Queenie” cos it acts as though it were entitled to royal treatment and privileges. “Cacklepants” cos it cackles out its ass. “Cylon” because, well, evil android that cannot yet pass a Turing Test.
That is all.
Well, no. Also, remember: Never mess with a chipmunk’s nuts. (No reason. I just despaired of ever having the opportunity to insert that into a text in a context that fit it.)
While God long ago settled the blood sacrifice issue in His payment for our sins, the evil little “gremlins of handymannery” still exact bloody tribute, as my hands can attest.
That is all.
Racist Leftist/Liberal/Dhimmicrappic heads explode over the Harriet Tubman $20 bill.
Yeh, it’s racism, straight up, no matter what lame excuses they utter. As for me, I am looking forward to going to the bank and withdrawing money for ammo resupply, requesting “All Harriet Tubman, pistol-packin’ Republican freedom fighter 20s, please.”
🙂
Touting the use of a password manager, a so-called “security quiz” stated,
“Trying to remember a multitude of different (secure) passwords can be really tough.”
Really? Well, I suppose that is true if one were a lobotomized gerbil. Designing memorable, seriously difficult to crack passwords is really very easy, but it does require a bit of thought and the development and practice of good security habits, so I suppose for 99.999% of people the statement stands.
Let me tell one and all just what pertinent info one would need to crack the current password for one of my casual use email accounts. All one needs to know are these things: my own, idiosyncratic, symbol substitution methodologies (plural, and circumstantial); exactly what the specials were on a particular day five decades ago in an eating establishment that has been out of business for three decade; how many of that item I ordered; what the price was.
There. Most password checker sites would give you several trillion years to crack a similarly-configured (same circumstance, different substitution methodology) password using some sort of massive array, supposing you didn’t have the clues I mentioned above (and could make sense of them).
And yet, for me to type out the 66-character password is easy-peasy.
Oh, and it’s due to be changed at the end of this month.
Remembering relatively secure passwords should not be difficult for any normal adult, but in the self-induced ADHD age, I suppose such things have become the new norm. *sigh*
I hope you don’t need to either.
There. I just thought that since once seen, I couldn’t unsee it, so why not spread the “joy”. . .
1.) The book blurb for a self-pub contains orthographic and grammar errors as egregious as this, first sentence of a blurb did,
“A global flu pandemic has wiped out ninety nine [sic] percent of the worlds [sic] population.”
The first page of the book includes, among other offenses, “He staggered back, unable to breath.”
You might well, with signs like this, think, “Hmmm, Cupcake, if you haven’t bothered to learn basic English, why should you expect to have English speakers/readers buy your book?”
Oh, and if “Cupcake” thinks so highly of his own subliterate capabilities (and is so dismissive of his readers) as to eschew paying a competent line editor to mend his execrable grasp of grammar and vocabulary, well, that’s another strike against him and his “literary” non-efforts.
(And yeh, the butchery of English continued in that case, until I finally exited the snippet and sought some mind-cleansing in better-written text.)
Note: there is a lot of non-fiction written nowadays that is just as bad as in the fiction referred to above. Damn democratic influences in the arts! *heh*
I use Freecell for a bit of nearly mindless relaxation/”zen-ish” non-exercise of my “little grey cells” (which, of course, aren’t grey at all). *heh* Of course, I cheat. How? Oh, I long ago observed patterns and combinations, and, more importantly (for values of “importance” that include playing a mindless lil computer card game), I simply learned to take advantage of patterns and combinations of moves in such a way that doing so is almost unconsciously “automagic”. Since Freecell is apparently supposed to be played by people who just semi-randomly move cards around until they “lose,” what I do is cheating. *heh*
Of course, I really “cheat” at computer solitaire by setting the games to one-card play. Solitaire at 3-card is seriously stacked in the house’s favor. But at one-card play, it’s strongly biased in my favor. There should be a middle ground there, somewhere, but I’ve not found a balanced-odds straight solitaire game for computer play yet.
What I really wish I could erase from the end of these games’ score displays are the lil congratulatory attaboys. It’s really insulting to be congratulated for beating a “(nearly) mindless relaxation” computer card game.
Remember, folks, Friday (April 1) is Donald Trumpery Day. It’s a big day for his cultists.
Be careful to avoid them as they gather to celebrate. The destructive power of stupid people in large numbers should never be underestimated.
Thatisall.
. . .it subbed in “Alien Invaders.”