Showing posts with label ancillary diatribe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ancillary diatribe. Show all posts

Death Decade (2020-2030)

 
          President Biden said two weeks ago, during his incredibly boring inaugural address (which hammered hollowly about the need for the country to do something he called 'unity' without even the slightest hint of an emotional tone): "we must reject a culture in which facts themselves are manipulated and even manufactured."
 
          Facts:  
 
February 2020:  The WHO recognized Covid19 as a global pandemic.  Most countries (with competently functioning CDCs) readily agreed.  The virus had been identified several months earlier (late 2019 in China) and labeled: 2019 novel coronavirus disease.  World Death Toll (WDT) estimated between 1,000 and 200,000 (huge discrepancies due to Chinese government intentionally down-playing and under-reporting as well as health officials in other countries being unaware Covid19 already existed in their countries). US Death Toll (USDT) between 25 and 200 (discrepancies due to local health officials unawareness). 
 
November 2020:  Several international pharmaceutical companies begin to request and receive government approval(s) to release a variety of different messenger ribonucleic acid (mRNA) injection-based drugs, which they claim will provide "protection from serious illness and death from Covid19".  All of these drugs are discussed, on all forms of media, using the term: "vaccine".  WDT between 1,500,000 and 2 million; USDT between 250,000 and 300,000.
          Definitions and examples:
 
          The commonly understood definition for vaccine is: "...a drug which provides an active acquired immunity to a particular infectious disease..."  The vaccine for the measles virus is normally administered to very young children with a second booster shot administered a few years later.  These two immunizations provide a lifetime immunity to the measles virus (with rare exceptions).
 
          The commonly understood definition for inoculation is: "...the introduction of a pathogen or antigen into a living organism to stimulate the production of antibodies..."  Because variants of the influenza virus constantly change, "seasonal flu shot inoculations" are required.  To retain life-long, year-round, flu virus immunity, new inoculations are required every year.  Pharmaceutical companies test/produce new flu shots every 6 months so as to combat the constant new variants of the flu virus.
January 2021:  Governments began to release millions of mRNA inoculations, which stimulate the production of antibodies to "teach the body's immune system" to identify the 'spike proteins' on the surface of the Covid19 virus.  WDT between 2.1 and 2.75 million; USDT between 425,000 and half-million.
 
Manipulation of facts, currently causing confusion:
 
          There are thousands of articles, videos, and news items—on every form of media—with the words "Covid vaccine" wrongfully conjoined and/or mistakenly associated with the words "eliminating the virus" or "reducing the spread" or "acquiring herd immunity, individual immunity, or global immunity".
 
          Because Covid19 inoculations do not prevent infection by the Covid19 virus, no pharmaceutical company has made any claim that their drug will do so.  The only claims, made by any of the drug companies (or the clinical trials testing their efficacy) are that these inoculations reduce serious symptoms and eliminate deaths between 60 and 95 percent of the time (with an effective boost in spike-protein antibodies lasting between 6 weeks and 6 months, depending on the drug, the individual, booster shots, and many other variables).
        
February 2021:  The new US federal administration is attempting to fix the US CDC and NIH responses (hampered, nonexistent, or broken by the previous administration) to the Covid19 pandemic.  These inoculations/booster shots designed to drastically reduce serious hospitalizations and deaths are optimistically projected to be available to all US citizens "hopefully by summer".  WDT between 2.5 and 3 million; USDT between 450,000 and 600,000 (previous US under-counts now being "found" and belatedly reported). 

          I can find no reporting, discussion, or any research being conducted on a vaccine which imparts lifelong immunity.

          Are you—dear citizen of Earth—calmly satisfied with the facts (or even aware of them)?  Do you understand everyone needs to wear masks, social distance, receive booster inoculations about every 6 months, and will STILL BECOME INFECTED, ASYMPTOMATICALLY CONTAGIOUS AND STILL COULD INFECT OTHERS ??  Do you realize that, until a lifelong-immunity vaccine is found, everyone will be gambling on not becoming part of the 5 to 40 percent?  Can your brain understand this new paradigm?  That you'll forever be contributing to the serious illness or death of those who either do not understand these facts or who foolishly choose to not be inoculated?

          As pharmaceutical companies rake in tens of trillions from the world's governments over the coming decade, and WDT/USDT shrinks but never, ever, goes away, I will get inoculated (as soon as it's my turn).  And I recommend every-one-of-you do the same.  But.  Covid is here to stay.  The decade 2020 to 2030 is, unfortunately, going to be the Death Decade.

rants, comix, poems, warnings:
 

 
 

Stick a Pin In It
      for those planning to waste it on a PS5

 
altruism: re-gifting your stimulus money to someone you know needs it for food, rent or heat


staying with "the season":

why I don't do holidays

santa's mailbox

festivus


The first-annual "For-No-Real-Reason but the End-of-Yeason" Aperçu
      (which might not be repeated, so this title is slightly misleading)

          
          And now for something slightly different.

          Rather than passing over the obscure words (for autodidacts) or hyper-linking them (for the few link-trusters) or burying the definitions at the bottom in tiny print (for the increasingly rare scrollers who read to the end)—I'm leading with them:

          Yeason is a portmanteau of the words year and season (I made it up).
          Aperçu is a brief insight or sketch (French, pronounced Ah-per-sue).
          Autodidact means self-taught (Ben Franklin is a common example).
          Portmanteaux are distinctly new words (shart, blog, zonkey, email).
         
          This series of excerpts are some of my favorite wordcraftings.  A few are from the last twelve months, but many are from up-to three decades ago (posted in the last decade-and-a-half).  The reason I haven't done this before is because sharing fibers of belly button lint I found while navel-gazing makes me feel like a right-foolish-cunt.  Nevertheless, I compiled this autobiographical best-of listicle to commiserate* the last decade, year, autumn, and this holiday season.
 
          *Malapropisms are expected words (commemorate) intentionally replaced with a similar but humorous, albeit insightful, word.  [The word 'albeit' may be the oldest three-word portmanteau (from the 1300's)!]  
 
          To read full-articles, click associated thumbnail-pics (for completionists)—but that's not the actual point.  The essays/stories are somewhat long or maybe a bit boring or even kinda shite, while these shiny wordsmith gems are definitely worth the price of admission.

           Unending, selfish, unselfishness
is a description for Magpie Love ... Unending - forever lasting with no ability to wane.  Selfish - putting one’s own interests first.  Unselfishness - doing everything for another and putting one’s own interests last.  In Magpie Love ... [you'll] do anything to bring pleasure to the other, because doing so brings the pleasure-giver, more happiness than it delivers.

          Thereby, causing me to spend a few seconds imagining foolish candlelit goings-on betwixt some weed-eaters, tarps, and a backhoe.

           “The denouement of tomes I've borrowed or own.”  After pausing to absorb the phrase for a full-second, he said, “That’s a fantastic one." ... Theodore-call-me-Ted and I had played this game for several years—ever since we learned of a shared Drew Barrymore affinity.  Her best line in Donnie Darko was: This famous linguist once said that of all the phrases in the English language ... Cellar Door is the most beautiful.
 
          Miscommunication causes more problems than malice, hatred, zeal and greed combined.  Don't lump miscommunication in with errors and oversights.  Miscommunications are not mistakes just because the ... word ... began as: mistaken communication.
 
         
My Fight Club automobile-accident-experience ... now just electrical pulses across neurons (and, of course, computer software) ... was not an impetus for life reaffirmations or ... born-again-ziness.  I am especially glad nobody had reason to erect a ridiculous, lattice cross on the southbound median of Arizona Highway 17.  It is, however, one of those things that qualify as:  “If it doesn’t kill ya, it makes ya stronger.”
 

             That little ghost almost scared the piss out of me—I'll bet my going for his throat gave him a bit of a pause, though. 

 

 

           There was a pun, bandied about ... who's dumb as a rock, been a pig for eons, and behaves like a gore? ... the pun landed better with those who knew her prior-name had been Gore Behavre ... and were aware she, visually, could be of rock pigeon ancestry.  And—it certainly helps understand the pun better—to know that a gore is a chunk of land, which is on the outside of every local jurisdiction, created by a surveying error.

 
             Coffin windows are referred to, as such, because ... built as fire-escapes ... people climbing out of them would probably be coughin.  (I just made this one up.  If you use this to play six truths and a lie, this is the lie and all the others are real Vermont lore.)
 
“Whats your name?once finished talking, Ill buy some without balking.
Pausing its pecking, it hopped close and stared with such intensity and vigor
I forgot our conversation, and became lost in its feather-sheen and respiration.
 “My nation calls our own name . . . when we meet I say, hello Köal-Lor.” 
 “Hello Veach” I reply with a smile, “no need to remember names anymore;
With how many of my nation have you shared your lore?
 
 STUPID-CALLOUS FASCISTIC PSYCHO FECKLESS LYING POTUS
Mary Poppins' Super-Calla-Fragi... song,
POTUS = President Of The United States
 
 
          During these Trying Times of The Twenties (TToTT®) although technology makes instant communication simple, our circles of trust have shrunk. ... Now, of course, you have viewers, followers, and 'facebook friends'.  Those screen-names might fit into our circles of associates, but more-than-likely they are a fourth circle:  strangers hoping you Egostroke, Entertain, or Educate for Free (EEE 4 Free®).
  
           “Why hero always eat at Asian restaurant?” ... I replied with, “I don’t know...why?” ... “I dunno either. But Bladerunner, he eat Asian.  Fifth element guy...Bruce Willis: Asian.  ... I smiled. “Well, the guy from Dark City: he ate at an automat.”  “Ahh” He waived the idea away, walking toward his kitchen, “Noir don’t count. Noir always gotta eat at a diner.” 
 

The Watershed


          Our ancestors, historians, and those of us who happen to still be alive, will refer to this moment—the year 2020—with an as-yet-to-be-coined term, the meaning of which will be similar to: the watershed.

          The bubonic plague years in the 1300s were not called the Black Death until centuries later.  It was the middle-ages.  Religions were governments; they blamed any faction of "outside group" who they deemed deserving of death (the only thing they didn't do was blame the fleas or their deity).

          The world war of over a century ago, was not called either the Great War nor the First World War until decades later (for obvious reasons) but it was referred to as the war to end war in its time, allegedly as a call-to-arms and a reason to be proud to fight the Germans (after the Second World War, it may have retained the label 'the war to end all wars' in a sarcastic manner).

          The 1918 influenza pandemic, which—coincidentally—overlapped the first world war years, was mis-labelled the Spanish Flu because Spain was neutral during the first world war and, therefore, had no reason to prevent their press from reporting its serious death toll.

          Today's Corona virus (covid19) happened to overlap an authoritarian US political administration led by a sociopath, almost solely focused on enriching corporations and wealthy individuals.  Because sociopath's do not think about anyone but themselves, almost every governmental act appears to be the opposite of what would protect lives and serve the most vulnerable portions of the populace.

          A few months ago, a large percentage of the world's population was correctly directed not to go outside, nor to work, nor to school—so as to slow the rate of infection of the virus, which would allow the health care systems of the world to keep up with the expected increase in the rate of infection.  Many disregarded this guidance; especially the ignorant sociopaths who supported and continue to support the current federal administration's policies.  Today, many health care systems are so over-burdened they are forced to choose who is too sick to receive their dwindling supplies.  Death panels are a thing in the US today (so far, the press is too kind to label it that).

          Two months ago, also coincidentally, another sociopath employed as a Minneapolis Police Officer, murdered a black man on camera.   

          I wonder.  Are we all too deep in the weeds to step back and see the forest from the trees (I like mixing my metaphors)?  I think we're actually standing on the top of the watershed, looking over the top of that weedy-forest. 

          Behind us are all the past horrible US political administrations which scorned its citizens; all the previous times a police officer murdered a black man; all the past memories of people who died during a plague when their governments blamed others; every historical government which bailed out a bunch of corporations and let their average citizens go bankrupt.

          Ahead of us are . . . all up to you . . . (my crystal ball is for ornamentation purposes only).

          Tens of millions of your neighbors are on unemployment and can't pay their rent / mortgage.

          The government would rather point its finger at the protestors and demonstrators (who just want their governments to change their law enforcement officer's behavior and stop murdering citizens).

          The administration has already provided hundreds of billions to corporations to keep the stock market from crashing; today it seems poised to allow banks / landlords to evict, and wants to drastically reduce you and your neighbors ability to collect enough unemployment to feed your/themselves.

          Hurricane season has begun.  Did wildfire season ever leave?  Floods will be back soon (and never left in many places).  Earthquakes and tsunamis could be just over the horizon.  Terrible events will overlap this terrible pandemic; we all must do everything in our power to support each other and work together for all of our futures.  Together.  I say it this way, because . . .

          Plagues of the past have always lasted years—not months—three to four years, on average.  That's either the entire Biden presidency or the entire second Trump term.  And you think things will be different in today's world?  Why? 

          A 2021 vaccine will (likely) only be able to provide the same protection that the normal flu vaccine provided/provides.  Look backwards to the past-side of this watershed moment, in your rear-view mirror; did you routinely get your flu vaccine?  Every year?  Did everyone you know?  How many anti-vaccine people live in your community?  How many people you know already refuse to wear a mask today?  Do you actually think anything is going to change?

          Pessimism 101 teaches that, statistically, Trump will be re-elected.

          The sped-up approval process for the vaccine will not work very well, and be given out in a much too-little and much too-late manner; consequently, the world-wide death toll in a few short years will be difficult to pin-point (many countries like China have already drastically under-reported) but a softball estimate is 100 million; the US death toll will be (slightly) more accurate: at a little over twenty million.

          Because of massive homelessness, unemployment, systemic racism, a broken criminal justice system, unfettered militaristic police agencies, and very-poor recovery of several major sectors of industry and commerce the US will undergo a real constitutional crisis—some will call it a coup.

          But.  Optimism/realism 101 teaches that, intelligence prevails and Biden is elected.

          The vaccine works ok, but needs to be booster-shot every 90 days.  The new administration passes a law:  every employer, school, hospital, and restaurant/store, is required to check every employee, student, patient, and customer's up-to-date shot record before they can be paid, get a report card, check-in, or buy anything.  World deaths top 6 million; US deaths reach slightly more than 1 million.

          The US congress and senate, with Biden's administration, begin to make changes in the legal system (Police unions are banned nation-wide).  Many laws are thrown out; things which were once illegal are now legal.  Police who murder are sent to prison; smaller, better-trained police departments actually protect all classes and races of their citizenry and are required to adhere to a new service oath (two-time violators of this oath are terminated).  A series of massive WPA-level retraining- and work-programs boost the economy.  The world begins (by 2023) to limp back to its feet.

Serling's Mailbox - Answer Key


Before viewing this list of Twilight Zone episodes, see how many you can find in the original artwork Serling's Mailbox.

(click to enlarge and magnify)


ancillary addendum's to other artworks

Wonderful Comment From Mr Lumpy Dirtball


          Occasionally, I write places other than on snapperhead about films, novels, and the opinions of others, but I need to be very overwhelmed or underwhelmed to do so.  In 2009, I was sufficiently underwhelmed by George Stewart's 1949 speculative fiction Earth Abides to write this comment on Goodreads:
          If I were to teach an upper-level college writing class, I’d use this book as the foundation for my semester.

          Just as secret service agents need real, expertly crafted, counterfeit bills removed from circulation and brought into their classroom to learn how to identify bad paper, every writer needs a counterfeit novel which made it into circulation and received praise.  Through deconstruction of this book, I could teach almost everything writers shouldn’t do.

          Hundreds of places the author could have ‘shown us’ with suspense, but instead ‘tells us’ with weak boring sentences.  For example, this is all we are told about our main character being attacked by a mountain lion:

  ...In the end there was bad luck, because Ish missed his shot and instead of killing a lion merely raked it across the shoulders, and it charged and mauled him before Ezra could get another shot home.  After that he walked with a little limp...

          And this, I believe, is the author’s failed attempt at suspense, which results in confusion (I’ve omitted nothing):

 ...one question, he knew, that they had not yet faced, and now she brought it forward.
“That would be fine!” she said.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, it would.”
“I don’t like it.”
“You mean you don’t like it for me?”
“Yes.  It’s dangerous.  There’d be no one else but me, and I wouldn’t be any use.”
“But you can read—all the books.”
“Books!” he laughed a little as he spoke.  “The Practical Midwife?"...

          The first sentence was probably supposed to read:  …and now he brought it forward…  But even without the typo, this is not only horrible dialogue (in a book desperately short on dialogue) as well as massive misuse of exclamation points (three times on every page minimum) but an example of the authors incessant self-censorship and avoidance of certain words and descriptions.  He avoids reference to human intercourse, birth, death, pain, anger, hatred, bigotry and bloodshed.  In a story detailing a handful of human survivors in 1949 California after a planet-wide plague—avoiding those topics (or glossing over them) becomes a herd of white dinosaurs in the room.

          There are thousands of poorly constructed sentences (like this one, which contains a large word-proximity hiccup):

…He began to temporize, just as he used to do when he said that he had a great deal of work to do and so buried himself in a book instead of going to a dance.

          Factual errors, which could have been avoided with a small amount of research, are prevalent (here are two):

…batteries with the acid not yet in them...they made the experiment of pouring the acid into a battery…put it into the station-wagon. It worked perfectly… (I guess in 1949, putting battery acid in the battery charged it too!)

…The clock was run, he knew, by electrical impulses which were ordinarily timed at sixty to the minute.  Now they must be coming less often… (AC power is 60 pulses per second).

          This book contains a main character and dozens of secondary characters we never grow to care about.  On almost every page a situation unfolds which could be easily re-written to involve the reader in the action, infuse the character(s) with depth and emotion(s), or add suspense to the plot.  Instead, the story centers around an emotionally dead man who preaches to a bland cast of less-than-ordinary idiots about their failure to reach for a fraction of their potential, while he wallows in an uncomfortable rut and never lifts a finger to attain any of his own potential.

          Aspiring writers and educators should use this counterfeit paper, available for less than the price of a cup of coffee at used bookstores, as a valuable learning/teaching tool.   In a time when there are so many books filled with examples of great writing—it's nice to have something chock-full of such a concentrated and vast range of terrible, boring, writing to weight down the other end of the scale.

          In the last decade, there have been dozens of comments on this review; some have corrected my mistakes (or attempted to), others range from a simple 'I agree' to relatively elaborate reasons why I should not have my opinion.  This week, a person who rants under the screen name Lumpy Dirtball added an extremely unique opinion: 


Lumpy posted a new comment on Veach's review of Earth Abides

 
Telling vs Showing: It's a stylistic pretense. Both styles can and do work to make great books. I get that you're dogmatically devoted to the modern party line, but honestly, you talk about it like you're making objective, scientific measurements, and it makes you sound ridiculous. It makes you sound mindless, as you're clearly just using popular, current opinion to flog peopl3 with - not because you've actually thought about it, or care, but just because it makes you feel witty and smart, despite being neither.

Your criticisms of technology are flat wrong, but your giant, brittle ego would never permit a simple admission. Even when you kinda-sorta acknowledged your mistake, you had to couch it in another insult at the person who corrected you. Talk about petty. That's just embarrassing. But I don't think you have the requisite neurological or cognitive "maturity" to experience that emotion. You're not really a developed human.

Oh. You also used "mmmkay" in a sentence to taunt a grown up. That'sca cringe that gave me cramps. What is actually wrong with you?

The thrust of your criticism is nothing but a dogmatic assault on a style of writing that bores you, and the cool kids don't like. So you took the lazy opportunity to bash the old guy in front of the hip young revolutionaries, as if you ever have a hope of passing yourself off as an adult human.

Your taste in books is trashy. The Road? Awful book. Truly awful. I suspect older, longer, 'historical' novels tax your patience. You clearly are not a neurologically 'complete' animal, so it's just a logical guess. All kinds of telling over showing in older books.

It nakes mectaste puke to even say "show, don't tell" as if it really meant anything more than a marketing strategy for getting people with child like brains to buy books.

And your stylistic crticisms... besides your own silly writing style - made to seem witty where wit is absent - you again show this highly neurotic rule-governed streak that amounts to nothing. Who would ever ask you to teach a writing class? You're a pop-culture, dogmatist with a personality disorder and no talent. You're generally ignorant, you imagine you know about topics you're utterly ignorant of, you don't know why you think what you preach, and I guarantee you, in whatever alternate universe that wants you as a teacher, the students will hate your guts, they'll learn nothing but how deranged you are, and you won't last a year. You bring nothing to the table but a chaotic jumble of unconsidered beliefs, hostile opinions, and obviously unmedicated mental illness. You'd fail that job (that nobody would ever give you) with terrible force. Into the ground and out the other side.

You didn't like a book. No biggie. You try to turn your dislike into a theatrical display of witty scorn? And pretend to have useful criticisms? Like you're a great writer? Good grief. I guess this is a safe place for you to exercise the hateful idiot within y ones ou. Lots of people use reviews to pretend they're that person. You're not. And even the smart ones are idiots.

          If I were to coach a high-school debate team, I’d use this comment as fodder for a head-to-head practice debate.

          Future trial lawyers, politicians, and philosophers need interestingly convincing topics, taken from real life examples of point/counter-point, brought into their practice debate-room to learn how to identify fallacies in logical argument.  Through deconstruction of Lumpy's comment about my comment, I could teach a debate team something they shouldn’t do.

          (This, dear reader, is what is referred to as a 'call-back' as well as 'bookends,' which I teach in an alternate universe for one whole semester.)

          I posted this re-re-reply to Mr Dirtball on Goodreads:

          Wonderful example, Lumpy.

          Thank you for so clearly showing you don't abide with any of my opinions, comment-replies, or even my taste in reading.  Perfect angry outrage.  I especially liked your slight typo usage (...That'sca cringe... and ...It nakes mectaste puke... as well as ...within y ones ou...) because it shows your emotional-crazy and helps add to the reader's immersion in your adrenaline as well as really paints the picture of you pounding keys followed by hurriedly sending without proofreading.

          If you'd written using George Stewart style, you might've told it in this manner:

          ...your review was neurotically off the mark!  I know this is so, because your taste in books is dogmatic and instead of providing any useful criticisms you merely make me so very incredibly, lividly, ups3t that my finger just hit the wrong key and my scorn causes me to not even it gointo edit.  Your stylistic criticism is nothing but witty scorn from a hateful idiot and you need to know it as soon as possible.  You aren't a good writer so don't follow through with your hypothetical college course, you'd fail.  Idiot!...


other comment-replies to emails and other internet commenters:
Modern Design Incorporated - when in need of irony and jewelry

Open Letter to Fuzzy Headed Faces from Prestigious Places,



          Please stop dumbing-down your [specific area of scientific expertise] to coloring book level.  I'm really sorry [name of college or university] doesn't pay enough for you to disregard all those enticing offers from [television channel] but every time you recite from a script written to be understood by [target audience] you inflict excruciating pain in my brain.
           I know.  Brains don't actually have pain receptors.  But, when watching [video of gravity tests in a testosterone-laden common-sense-free environment] I experience (real-to-me) empathetic groin pain and I feel a similar pain inside my skull when I watch you transmogrify [complex theorem or formula] to the level of SeeDickAndJaneRun.

          Because specifics are better than vague analogies:

          •  Tweedle Dee, aka Brian Richmond, The George Washington University (NOVA, Becoming Human minutes 2:28 thru 3:00) - his explanation of a few theories why quadrupedal protohumans became bipedal: "...they stood up to be able to see over tall grass...they stood to be able to pick fruits off of the low branches of trees...(or)...to cool more efficiently so that we don't have as much sun beating on so much of our body."
          •  Tweedle Dum, aka Daniel Leiberman, Harvard University (NOVA, Becoming Human minutes 3:00 thru 4:40) - his favorite opinion why quadrupedal protohumans became bipedal:  "...the most compelling hypothesis is that it saved us energy."

          These two idiots bruised my frontal lobes.  Their few seconds of Discovery Channel fame only proved one thing:  neither of them actually understands natural selection.

          In a muddled attempt at simplicity, this NOVA episode completely fails to explain natural selection and offers information as true, which is the exact opposite of the truth.  The show paints a picture that six million years ago, in the middle of protoAfrica (with the environment in flux and jungles becoming savannahs)...for reasons we can only guess at...a protochimpanzee stood on its hind legs and, subsequently, passed that ability to constantly walk upright to its progeny.

          The fiction—like that of so many television shows based on psudo- and/or fuzzy-science—is relating that the reason/desire to walk upright preceded our distant ancestor's ability to do so.  But when somebody from [prestigious place of higher learning] says, "they stood up in order to..." how can we interpret it otherwise?

          What actually happened?  How did a few of the little ancient monkeys who walked on four legs many millions of years ago eventually walk on only their two hind legs?  The same way every gradual evolutionary change occurred in every living entity since the beginning of life.  It happened by mistake.  Zillions upon Trillions of miniscule beneficial mistakes.  The same number (or more) of non-beneficial mistakes also (must've-probably) occurred, but any of those mistakes (those which don't improve their possessor's chance of procreation) are useless in evolutionary terms and lead to extinction. 

          One quadrupedal protohuman gave birth to a malformed baby with a slightly misshaped pelvis (I'll call her Miss Takè).  Her pelvis was a bit too flat, too horizontal...and all the quadrupedal kids at school teased little Takè because she wasn't very good at reindeer games; but she was able to survive long enough to procreate and pass along that genetic error because she was [reason for not dying...including being lucky].  She had a fifteenth cousin twice removed with a slightly bent thumb which made swinging from branches a little harder than normal, but she always won at thumb-war; and her imperceptibly encephalitic and slightly taller great-great-great grandson (who could never peek over a log without his forehead being seen when playing hide-n-seek) became a great hunter because of his above-average eyesight...and his eighteenth son from his fifteenth mate (who happened to be distantly related to thumb-war cousin) was taller-still but he happened to have less body hair, hated the winter, and walked a long distance in order to live in a warmer place...ad infinitum...modern man.

          South Park's Mrs Garrison's grasp of the theory of evolution is more accurate.  The fact that Trey Parker and Matt Stone are more capable than NOVA at explaining natural selection makes me giggle-cringe (but inflicts no pain in my gulliver).


original post: 2011

when in need of a tiny giggle


          This addendum is provided because a friend told me he didn't understand the antique mirror under Avril Poisson's Mailbox; he understood the other image-elements were either supporting-the-creepy, or were included to show that April Fool could be a person (or both) but asked, "what's up with that mirror next to the trash bin?"

          It was my hope that people would look closely and recognize—in the antique picture frame—a young Rick Astley with the faint words 'never gonna give you up' above his head as an attempt at a two dimensional Rick-roll (which, for those who weren't alive fifteen years ago, was a lame internet prank from the early 2000's).  Obviously, my attempt was less than successful.

          Most of my mailbox-series artworks are attempting to tell a unique story, in a creepy way, about a single day of the year, and for April Fool's Mailbox I hoped viewers (who did not already know) would research and learn that, in France, they celebrate April Fish day instead of April Fools.  An old prank played on Poisson d'Avril was taping a paper fish on people's backs in much-the-same-manner as US children once taped paper signs.  I hoped this knowledge would, then, help explain the paper fish in the trash bin, the one paper fish on the back of a large doll behind the nearly empty "prank stand" and the sign warning against no contact pranks.

          For those in need of a tiny giggle (and sticking with the theme) I provide this from the musician Mr Anthony Vincent:


         
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SQUARESPACE Business Model: Kill Golden Geese Daily


          See those metaphorical tight little spaces inside the adjacent squarespace logo?  Like entering an IKEA store, you are not supposed to be able to find what you are looking for—or get out—in a simple, end-user-familiar manner.  Their business model appears to be (from a month of personal experience):
  • Impress geese (who have an ability to lay small golden eggs for life) with high-end ubiquitous marketing and impressively up-to-date, shiny, shit.
  • Kill geese while removing gold egg.
  • Discard goose carcass. 
  • Wash hands.
  • Rinse.
  • Repeat.
          This year, I began to move this blog to a modern pay site.  In the (near? not-so near?) future, I will "go live" on snapperhead.space which was, obviously, only available at squarespace dot com.  For one more tiny golden egg, I can transfer this domain to a different host.  Yes, squarespace, you may consider that a threat.

          I sent squarespace this email and have not received a response.

          Want to know why some fantastic computer games fail?  Because their designers are “too innovative.”  This is a lesson you at squarespace need to heed.  I am three steps away from taking my sites to a more user-friendly home and requesting a refund for my year (before ever going live).

          I just spent ten minutes trying to FIND OUT HOW to change my credit card info (my old card got hacked the day I used it to pay for squarespace - just a correlation, not a causation).  It is not under my Profile; Accounts & Security.  Also, there's no explanation where to find it at Accounts & Security.

          I feel, at this point, you—squarespace-email-reader/responder—might need to have this explanation provided, because you are stuck in your paradigm - and you think “your way is a better way”.  Every other company, which I pay a subscription to, puts payment in a prominent place in my account or profile - or - they tell you where it is placed.  You hide yours.

          Related:  Your FAQ works fine.  Type update credit card; answer is available.

          Related:  Your CONTACT US works like a computer game that wants to test your temerity and willingness to solve the puzzle.  It took me another ten minutes to find a way to send you this email.

          The end of every subject tree ended with another branch of sentences, and a “Do you still want to contact us?  take a screenshot and ...”   WTF squarespace - you need to get out of your own way.

          All this does is tell me you hate emails from customers.  You despise reading complaints.  And, you do not intend to ever peek out at what the industry is doing differently / more efficiently / gaining customer satisfaction better at, than you.

          You need to hire “secret shopper type” users to crawl around inside your over-designed sleek and impressive rabbits warren of a site and make things better or you are going to lose to Wix or Wave or whatever other new site is making things fun and simple, instead of more complicated, on the user end.

          -Veach Glines

I am not surprised they did not respond.  Are you?

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