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Cake day: April 16th, 2024

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  • The thing about that movie for me is I started out very young with a home built blue box connecting to computers and BBS’s all over the world. I war dialed most prefixes in my region. I did all kinds of things that were to put it plainly, stupid. I learned by reading 2600 magazine, radio and electronics and tons of documents available on those BBS’s that changed numbers frequently. By 1995 I was all over the net and it was like the wild west. At the time that movie came out it was worse than a joke. Also by that time I had a job where compromising computer networks was less profitable than being able to maintain them.




  • Of course they do. They don’t want to pay for it. They just want it done at no extra cost to them. Just like copyright strikes against internet users.

    I worked for a ISP and we started demanding money to roll a truck to hand those shitty things to our customers. We would tell the customer that they have no idea who they are and if they don’t respond they never will. We stopped getting so many strikes. The absolute shittiest ones I spoke with were the ones with the Grateful Dead’s lead singers family trust.

    None of them ever paid for us to roll a truck. None of them ever served a subpoena.







  • The factor is the self appointed managers of women’s biology. They don’t want them women to steal kids from some future man. This is the basic line fed a woman I knew who wanted to be sterilized since her family carried the genes for a deadly dehumanizing genetic disease and some shithead doctor told her she was selfish for not wanting her future man to have a choice about kids. She left the southern us and went up north to get he procedure done. When she returned she found a new doctor. This was over twenty years ago. Long before this latest batch of idiots.





  • I was 12 or 13. I drank my grand dads moonshine. When I say moonshine it was moonshine like you see in the old time movies. He went to the northern part of the state and bought it in the clay jugs. The rest of my extended family were teetotalers because they blamed the alcohol and not the person. By the time I found his stash he had learned how to keep those trash humans from finding it. Most of them could have used something offset their shitty outlook on life. My grandad never was a mean drunk but his brothers had been. The rest just grouped him in with them. A few years later he showed me how to drink it properly. I’m sure my abusive dad would have been mad but I never told him. That asshole never had a drink in his life and still managed to be a complete abusive prick. I drank as a palliative for the abuse I suffered for years but quit several years ago. I didn’t intend to. I just… quit. I went no contact with those fake holy rollers. My life and mental state improved. I don’t need it anymore just like never needed them.