Friday, 30. May 2008, 11:56:16
favicon, digital, google
Google recently changed their favicon to this little gem:
Is it only me that thinks it looks like a toilet seat? With the handle and everything?
(Thanks Alexei - now I'm permanently damaged and I only see it as a toilet seat. Poor Google
)
Wednesday, 12. December 2007, 23:54:08
evil, digital, open standard, annoyance
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Although I've stated in an explicitly clear manner - my blog is my own and has nothing to do with what I do, who I work for, or who I go to bed at night with - I'll say it once again. There. I said it already. If you didn't get it - leave the page, I've no use for your kind here anyway.
This article hasn't been meant to promote. You can all judge the value of the things I happen to like for yourselves. However it has been meant to be specifically targeted against a large crowd of people that happen to have their heads stuck up each other's behinds in a most gruesome, humiliating and disgusting fashion, that cannot encode a video signal with a gun pointed to their heads, apparently.
I urge you to abandon.
Abandon your digital shackles of oppression. Abandon the monsters that seek your wallet at night, masquerading as victims and as advocates of the poor and mistreated. Abandon the crowd, leave the masses, get a mind of your own, before it's too late for all of us.
We are all trapped as the result of an evil genius machine's action. We are all trapped in our modernistic, brainwashed ideas of freedom. We are allowed to do whatever we want, become whatever we want, no limits, no heritage needed, no immoral deeds required, and etcetera with the bullshit. Sure, fine, 10% of us have admirable morals - good for them. The majority of the rest 90 follow the leader like there's no tomorrow, because they're not pushing a change, they just blend in with the crowd.
The crowd says - we live in a land of freedom and a world of democracy. Oh please, enough with the bullshit. Especially you, you poor, poor, mistreated bastards, living in the glorious, democratic, degrading, declining, loosing-their-all-heritage-and-values-countries you. The war machine keeps turning, it's just a little modernized in the software world nowadays. And when people are afraid, they retaliate.
When big companies are afraid they retaliate big. Big companies don't retaliate for small things. They just make better things and swipe away the opposition. It is, apparently, unbelievably easy to do so. And we love them for it, right, they made something cool - sure, we like it, w00t, hurray for you and three cheers for giving it to us. Sure, fine - that's without argument a nice thing to happen. But - when big companies are afraid, they retaliate big. RIIA and MPAA sue the schoolteacher mother of two underage kids, after failing to sue the kids for getting a minor amount of copyrighted material online. Oh sure - please, sue the kids, while the core of the distribution is employed by you guys, that's a good one. Fuck, if I was stealing content from you, distributing it worldwide, before you've even realesed it and then you file a court suit against a random 14-year-old that downloaded it, I'd be laughing my ass down to hell with the greatest pleasure.
In the same display of stunning genius, a flash in the future, a divine intervention, we might say - Microsoft, Apple and Nokia have made a tremendously good job of pressing down the standards of Xiph.org. Continuously and systematically, ever since the Vorbis sound codec made debut, along with the Ogg container format. And especially recently when the Theora open video codec is about to gain in speed, threatening new codecs, supported by the guys who brought you "wmv" and "wma". Oh lord, please, please strike me now, before I have to see another 10 minute video that takes 400MB of disk space and looks like I encoded it on my 386, while recording the sound with a mic stuck up my arse.
So I call you all now - all of you who will never see that article or never think enough of it to care, all of you that happened to read it and get what I mean - abandon.
Abandon. Just don't do it. Don't pay for content delivered to you from the modern wannabe dictators. "You can do anything you want, as long as you pay to us" - yes, the true sound of modern freedom. Abandon those things. When you make your next amateur porn site, please - do both of us the favor and don't encode your movies in .wmv format. Don't rip the scenes from your wedding in that shit. Abandon proprietary, abandon patents, abandon complication. The guys supporting patented software technology can't get their own shit straight for years now. And yet we get superior quality engineering from Xiph and their completely open, patent free technology that has been proving itself for years now. Vorbis was superior codec to MP3 and AAC when I was still in high-school. If you need anything more than Vorbis, you're welcome - just go ahead and use FLAC.
Thursday, 1. November 2007, 23:44:01
digital, horror, story
( Zee work is in progress - Zee rambles collection, zee practicularly stupid ones. )
This will probably not going to come out the way I wanted it to. Then again, why would it matter what my intention is - the feeling and the result are all that matters. They say that the way to somethingy is paved with good intentions. I can only assume that the somethingy is not exactly positive.
I have no good intentions. My intentions are cruel, seething with fury, hate, fear, depression. It's what could happen to people faced with something they wouldn't know how to deal with, or so I think. And it is because I, like you all, am a victim of the digital age.
Faceless, clueless, ignorant, exiting and enticing. Illusions are the first weapon. Illusions that substitute your reality and entice you into ways unfit, but undiscovered. An addict - that's what I am, clearly - by doing this post I just proved I am lost to the temptation. Because - midnight confessions - they never heal the soul. What you believe - is fantasy.
Fantastical creations of the human genius, the symbols of intellectual superiority, progress, civilisation. The symbols of soullessness, ignorance, degradation and humiliation. The ultimate creations - destroyers of mankind.
Take a look at the toys around you - right before your eyes - the toys are real.
Faceless, soulless communication, virtualized into a bitstream - a substitute for a normal human contact. The one that hides your limits and fears away from you. The one that makes you all truly equal - a falsified, faceless imitation of a human being. A human being lost and most of all - alone. Alone in his mind, even if not physically. A spiteful picture, an illusion, a grotesque of its own potential. A lie.
It's a horror. The fear taking in all of us, that we might not be fit for even this petty existence, that we might be outcasts in a non-existing world. Slaves of the electric potential difference, of formulas and dedicated minds. Whipped down by our fears and incompetences, by the illusions of our ancestors, by the lack of dreams that show desire. By lack of passion, thought, or desire to be a being you yourself created. Fear that shakes you to your core, makes a freezing wave crawl up all your nerves, raising goosebumps on your skin, panicking you, cold sweat slowly crawling down your neck. It's a nightmare, but your eyes are open, there's no escape in waking up. There's no escape outside of the virtual machine of human destruction. Deliver us to evil - deny us of our faith.
The world that offers you the illusion that nothing is as bad as you thought, as you were taught, as you were forced to believe. An illusion that talking with someone through an essentially crippled series of bits would give you the experience of spending 5 minutes with them. The illusion that typing will match the touch of your fingers. The illusion that distances don't matter, that everything could be the way it always used to. That what you do doesn't matter. Trickery.
Our past is our future - left behind, lost in time. Will we surrender? Abandon this - don't be a victim of the digital age. I don't want to live virtualized all the time, to find false substitutes to talking with people. Having a meal, having a drink, a chat, a brawl. Go o u t s i d e.
