jeriendhal: (Dies!)
Ahem. In honor of the New Year, allow me to sing you a brief ode to the events of 2016.

Music: "Oh, Christmas Tree"

Oh, 2016,
2016.
How I...

Hated you! Hate, hate, HATEY, HATE, HATED YOU!

Eat it, 2016! If there was a compost heap at the corner of history's garden, you would be at the BOTTOM!

Except that compost heaps are actually useful and you served no good purpose WHATSOEVER except maybe allowing David Bowie to transcend his Earthly form just so he could that much more far out.

The rest of you was 364 days of absolute CRAP!!

Ahem.

Thank you.
jeriendhal: (For Your Safety)
So this morning I was perusing my books on Amazon, looking through the "People who have bought this book have also purchased" section at the bottom, trying to figure out what audience I'm appealing to. Under the original FYS story were my own stories, the usual slew of Furry tales, a smattering of M.C.A. Hogarth's works (Big crossover there. Not sure why, aside from me commenting in her LJ occasionally.) and a new one.

SJW's Always Lie, by Vox Day.

Gaaaaaaaah. [1]

Okay, look, I know perfectly well there's a strong theme of Nanny State Run Amuck in the FYS universe. When you've got a story set up around an AI that wants to help Humanity whether it wants it or not, that's inevitable. But when the first story was begun there was no theme at all, aside from "Guy is running away from people who want to help him." It was literally a one-off scenelet that seems over the past couple of years to have grown a life of its own, revolving around the Groupmind, the Morphs, and the humans, all spinning around each other, trying (and mostly failing) to figure out what the others are thinking. [2]

I am not championing a rejection of government funded food stamps, health care, Social Security, environmental protection, oversight of financial institutions, or laws preventing people from being racist/misogynist dickweeds to others.

Society is not divided between Randian Manly Men and losers who only exist to suck on the breast of government assistance [3] and anyone who uses the label"Social Justice Warrior" as an insult deserves to be punched in the nose.

Taxes are not evil. I rather like the idea of being able to drive across the country on un-tolled roads thanks to the Interstate Highway System, having at least a minimum guaranteed income after I retire (and just being able to retire) and also the idea of not being solely dependent on an accountant in some private health insurance company deciding whether keeping me alive is cost effective or not.

Like many sci-fi dystopias, For Your Safety takes a current modern anxiety and amplifies it to a logical extreme. The For Your Safety universe's anxiety is the idea of making human's obsolete. This is perhaps currently best laid out in CGP Grey's tract Humans Need Not Apply. If a robot not only can drive more efficiently, build cars more efficiently, deliver goods from a warehouse more efficiently than a human being, and possibly produce music and art indistinguishable from a human being's work, where does that leave us?

I don't know.

But in the coming years we have to figure it out. Because the enemy isn't going to be gently smothering AI trying to save us. It's going to be an accountant who figures humans are too expensive to keep in the production loop.

[1] I keep scrubbing and scrubbing but the stain won't come out...

[2] Also happyfunsexytymes with furry robots, but that's mostly just Anna and Khan. ;p

[3] Really, Galt's Gulch only works until the guy with his personal strip mine starts poisoning the water supply of the farmer downriver...
jeriendhal: (Bitch)
You know how you're not supposed to speak ill of the dying/dead because no matter how much of a bastard they were in life, they were in the end a member of the human race and we're all flawed in some way?

Fuck that.

Fred Phelps was an evil, angry, sonofbitch, who took his prejudices and honed them in a way to cause the maximum amount of misery to innocent people in the most painful, vulnerable moments of their lives and so he received the maximum amount of publicity for his vile acts.

If it's true that he was excommunicated from his own "church" because he was in fact so deep in the closet he was in fucking Narnia, I consider it no where near enough irony to make up for the bile he produced over the years.

The only, single good thing to come of his years of protesting, was the fact that he was such a horrible, prejudiced bastard, that others who suffered from twinges of homophobia looked him and were sufficiently repulsed that the stigma of homosexuality is rapidly being shed and homosexual couples are now allowed to live and love each other openly and receive equal rights under the law in many states now, and many more to come.

Goodbye, Fred. I hope Matt Sheppard meets you at the Pearly Gates so he can have the personal privilege of kicking your ass straight to Hell.
jeriendhal: (Dies!)
I don't care if it is April 1st, I do not appreciate my user icon being defaced to help plug a badly written fantasy series that celebrates the life of a remarkably shallow and self-absorbed teenager and teaches that the only good people are rich and pretty, it's true love if someone stalks you, and it's okay to abandon your family completely to become a bloodsucking member of the undead.

My user page is not a vehicle for you to make money off product placement. I already pay a fee to avoid advertising, I'd rather not BE the advertising. Do anything like this again and I shall request a refund on my remaining subscription and find a better venue to display my works.
jeriendhal: (Dies!)
And for once it isn't about snail pacing on Andrea's Story (I got in at least 250 words today in between manic call volume at work). No, this is about our computer. We have, had rather, two. One experienced a meltdown after the pirated grey-market copy of Windows XP installed on it was heavily corrupted. So we've been reduced to one. Which given what a happy trio of Net junkies Tracy, I and Thomas are (he likes to watch train videos on YouTube. More frighteningly he knows how to pull up the site out of the Favorites tab.) has not been a fun experience.

So we bit the bullet and bought a legal copy of Windows. And in a fit of actual foresight (given that China Girl will probably share the family obsessions, whether or not she shares any genetics with us) we also ordered parts for a new rig so we can up our number of systems to three (or at least two if the dead computer proves unsalvagable.) We put the order in on Saturday, and even shipping via UPS Ground it came today. I found it waiting for me at home.

On the front stoop.

Where it had been sitting all afternoon.

During a thundershower.

I was painfully polite to the poor woman at the other end of NewEgg's customer service line. After all, it wasn't her fault that the UPS driver was a fracking idiot. But instead of getting our new computer assembled this week, I'm going to have to haul the unopened boxes to the nearest UPS shipping facility Thursday on my day off and send them back to be replaced.

Do you know how much I hate the smell of wet cardboard?

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