16 August 2023. Big week. On fire. Check out this old documentary on computer manufacturing at GE! So cool. And what a great title, too.

11 August 2023. Ah, Russian press. Nothing to do with me, of course.

7 August 2023. One of the true gems of backdated YouTube.

29 July 2023.

With no change in tack from the Gay Ooglers, we're going to continue the discussion.
So: what am I talking about in this review. I have now lived right down the road from a SPAR grocery store in two opposite ends of northern Europe and in Russia, the SPAR near me was just fine. Not so with this one: the wine and beer has industrial cleansers in it; the olive oil and butter are mixed with what I'm pretty sure is a newish brominated flame retardant; and the tea's got some sort of dioxin in it, I think. And I think I wrote it the right way, y'know, not to scare you, just get these things somewhere else. SPAR is a Colruyt brand but you can actually still buy safe wine at the big Colruyt stores, for example. It's absurd. Also absurd is that flame retardants pseudoscientific paper I linked, which describes some of the issue at hand in peasant [TRABLUMPKIN] Code, but there isn't, believe it or not, a lot of scientific literature on the topic of mass poisonings. "Soylent Green is people!"

27 July 2023.I'm an old fan of Sviyatoslav Vakarchuk. He's the best. A Slavic minstrel on a level without compare. Better than Gordon Lightfoot, even.

16 July 2023.

It pains me to say that I will be phasing out my relationship with Google over the coming year.
Aggressive censorship is extremely difficult for me to tolerate in the West, who constantly lie and say that they do not participate in such things. About two weeks ago, Google took down over half of my reviews on Google Maps. I have supplied accurate and useful information on businesses and government insitutions all over the world. It is easy for me to understand why my reporting on a grocery store that is poisoning the local population or on a particularly corrupt police station could become irksome; but when I leave a five star review about a pizza robot parked in front of the closed garage of an elderly Wallon carrosseur who I barely know and who had coincidentally rescued me and my decrepit Peugeot one Sunday afternoon after an incident of sabotage to the clutch cable, and that review gets deleted with an appeal ban besides, something is wrong. It's true that his robot makes the best fucking pizza in Flanders: it's cooked perfectly no matter the time of year and it'll never poison you. Of course, it's right across the border in Wallonia in reality, but that's the joke. If I wanted to review his garage, I'd have done that, but his current garage is at another address, and as he didn't charge me for the little spacer that we attached to the clutch control arm to take up the slack in the clutch cable, I wasn't actually his customer. Nevertheless, I did eat a pizza there, and it was good, so I left a positive review. Yet somehow this does not comply with Google's review content guidelines. So, when I run out of credit on my Google Voice account, I will end my relationship with Google entirely, just as I did for Apple already in 2017, Microsoft in 2019, and for the Linux Foundation in 2022. This will require that I give up my US phone number, but that is now an appropriate decision to take also. Western totalitarianism is not something I am willing to pay for.
I should also note that because I use an Huawei phone that doubles as my desktop PC when connected to a USB hub with monitor, keyboard, and mouse, this switch will be very easy for me to make. I will simply buy a newer Huawei phone running HarmonyOS and then run Huawei's "Phone Clone" software. Beyond that, there will be no work for me to do other than to delete my Google account.

28 June 2023. All of this complaining I'm doing about Jigs and their criminal networks and a lot of people would forget that my father could have been an Israeli citizen. Put down the dog whistle and smoke some meats, people. Nobody in the hydrocarbon welfare economy gets paid when you're grillin'.

23 June 2023. Thank you, [city redacted], thank you. Nothing wrong with you at all. Not with the stalking, not with your wine-delivered dioxin-tanned face, not with the Google Maps directing the target your way - nothing. You're perfect. As everyone in France will tell you, naturally.

22 June 2023. A polite reminder that the number of "gas explosions" in Paryzh, Belarus, since the wee hours of the morning yesterday when I wrote the below post, is ZERO.

21 June 2023. As a teenager, my first viewing of this film had, I'm fairly certain, a drastically different meaning for me than it did for most other viewers. It still does for me today, no matter where I go in the west any longer.

20 June 2023. Shortly after I arrived in Belgium I briefly worked a temp job covering a sale at a Nike store that was closing down for renovation. There I had a new colleague who strongly resembled an old colleague from my London and musical instrument dealing days, albeit about 20 years younger and with longer hair. She was rather bubbly and funny and would walk up to me in the mornings having clearly rehearsed a variety of outrageous statements that were like the verbal equivalent, to my mind, of Rorschach inkblot tests. Towards the end of my two weeks there, she came up to me and said something along the lines of "hey, do you ever wonder what's really out there? like, you know, mermaids? aliens? that sort of thing?" I paused, involuntarily cocked my head, more or less as my little Jack Russell had once trained me to do, inadvertently, and started laughing. "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED TO WATCH?!?!?" I roared. "Bowfinger! You have to watch Bowfinger. It's the best Steve Martin movie EVER."

17 June 2023. Black psych-ops week 2023 comes to a close with - what else - another adverse-selected Y male going fucking nuts for no reason whatsoever.

15 June 2023. Something maybe Hayden could read when he has time.
Also, the phrase "Giggers in the Nay Van" violates the terms of no legal financial settlements that I am currently a party to. My old London housemate loved that verb. Made it his own, apparently, along with the rest of the University of Nottingham. "Gigging".

13 June 2023. Перерыв. Am I going to this concert? No, probably not.

12 June 2023. Once you go to Britain, no matter what you do, you never really go back. They won't let you out. FYI. Not even the Hotel California has anything on these stupid people.

11 June 2023. Such a fan of this guy.

9 June 2023. They just don't make these the way they used to.

31 May 2023.

My new favorite quote of Mariya Zakharova.

29 May 2023.

"Sorry, folks, no tea here!"
And God forbid you've done a Google search for this one (or anything else, ever). What a dump. No broken French here, folks, it's all Québec, Luxembourg, and a teacher from upstate NY that you get to blame for my accent.

17 May 2023.

Dig, bitches!

21 April 2023.

"Should Mr. Thomas wish to travel during the duration of his appointment as a Supreme Court justice, he should instead consider walking, biking, or - if he must - traveling supervised, perhaps on a railroad handcar."

20 April 2023.

A neat Thomas Hart Benton still life that I saw in some museum in Phoenix, Arizona, circa 2013-14. Says "I love surrealism and hate all you [TRABLUMPKINS] but I don't have the bucks to say it to you any more literally than this" better than anything else you could ever ask for.

13 April 2023. In retrospect, he was an obvious case of cancer of the iPhone.

26 March 2023. Dollar Days.

15 March 2023.