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I just saw a post from my good friend Johnny Long about why he won't make it to defcon this year. Johnny is one of the greatest human beings that I know inside or outside of the hacking community. He said the same thing that I have been feeling for years and has the same frustrations. I know EXACTLY how he feels. He started a wonderful project with hacker for charity, but as so often happens, you only have a small number of people on whom you can rely. It ends up being a lot of work and if no ones comes on board and steps up to assist, then it becomes a one man show. Eventually, that one man hits a wall.

I was very fortunate to have a lot of great friends in hacking that helped get binrev and all of our assorted projects going. Sadly, most of the projects have fallen to the wayside or have been abandoned completely as real life pulled people towards other priorities. Most of us still hack. I know that ntheory and I are working on some things right now. dual pops his head up every once in a while with something kool. I talk to decoder all the time still. But we are only a few people that are doing things while everyone else consumes. I could segue here into a rant on consumerism, but it is ironic that hackers, a bunch of seemingly anti-consumers, are such mindless consumers of information without actually creating any new content of their own.

Take a note from Hacker Public Radio. Those guys and girls are doing it right. Please support them. Support hackers for charity. Support can mean anything from finances, to time, to knowledge, or just mentoring someone in these very forums. Find a way to support ANY/ALL hackers. If not, we will regress as a community instead of growing as a family. We are all family...aren't we?

StankDawg

Well, I am not sure if hosting is the best wording there, but now that we are on a nice stable new server, we are able to offer any sites or hacking groups who want their own IRC channel or channels a place to live.

IRC.BINREV.NET is our official IRC network and home of a very active #binrev community. Beyond that, it also houses channels for the assorted BR groups (not many left these days), the HPR channel, and many more. If you have a small community and want to have a reliable server where you can have your own registered channels and nicks, run bots (not botnets, lets be clear about that), and join a server that is already active with members that may cross over into your channels or channels that you may also join, then binrev.net is the place for you.

Contact me if you are interested. I'm pretty easy to find. Post a reply to this entry if all else fails.

StankDawg

So I have recently started twatting...errr...tweeting? twitting? Whatever it is, I finally broke down and tried it. I know that I swore I would never tweet (I think I even tweeted that exact statement) but I ran out of games to play on the iphone while bored and fired up the twitter app and started twattling. I can't imagine it being something that I do regularly or frequently, but I might post an occasional funny picture that I take from my portable telephonic computer machine with photographic technology. Hell, I only have a tweeter account because someone else registered it in my name to promote the web site and then gave the account to me.

The main thing that I hate about twitter is how people fucking post CONSTANTLY! I have already had to remove a couple of people from my twat list. My GOD you do not really think that people care that much to hang on your every word...do you? I mean, thousands upon thousands of twitters? I just don't care that much about your twat to have it pollute the rest of the people who twist responsibly! Holy shit, there were 2 people who twastered so often that they were generating 25% of my twatter posts for crying out loud! I mean, I like these people, but only post when you have something funny or interesting to say. Posting every mundane detail of your life, which is apparently so boring that you tweet 20+ times per day, is just pointless. It is the same reason that I don't read your fucking blogs either! I mean, yeah, I don't post to my blog often, but shit, at least when i do it has a funny picture, an emotional drama filled rant, or an occasional useful bit of information.

This leads to the second thing that annoys me. Why is there some social obligation to follow everyone who follows you? I see this a lot more on facebook. I have friends who argue about why they didn't accept someones invite on facebook. I mean, WTF? Maybe I don't use facebook and didn't see your invite. Personally, I still do not have a facebook account! If I did, I would not feel obligated to reciprocate following you anyway. I mean, back to the reason that I have a twizzler account...A lot of my friends are from all over the United States (and outside for that matter) and this may be the only way that I can keep in touch with them. If you are a friend in real life, then I will TALK TO YOU ON THE PHONE or MEET YOU IN PERSON and hang out of something to find out what is going on in your life! I mean, if you are only friends with someone on twatservice, then you aren't really friends. Talk to them on the phone sometimes, meet up in real life, even if it is only once every year or so. All of those celebrities that you follow are NOT YOUR FRIENDS! I only follow Daniel Tosh because he is funny as shit, not because we buttfuck on the weekends.

I will tweetle only when I have something funny to share or if I find something interesting, and I will keep it minimal. A few posts one day, but maybe not for another week or two after that. Be realistic. If you do care, you can see my tweet on the side of this very blog. You can also follow me, if you want, at the obvious "@stankdawg" tweeter-totter name. Do not be surprised that I might not follow you back just like I won't be butthurt of you stop following me either. I am not everyone cup of tea...Hell, I may not be be anyones cup of tea and I am OK with that.

In case you haven't figured it out, I have no idea what to call this shit so I call it different words all the time. I am pretty sure that it doesn't matter since it all sounds the same anyway.

PS: If you think I am talking about YOUR twitter account, I am certainly referring to someone else. I love YOUR twattles! Its that other guy that I can't listen to any more.

StankDawg

So yesterday was a pretty cool day for geeks worldwide since it was January 1, 2011 which is almost a perfect default date. 1/1/11 (1111) is pretty interesting in and of itself. It only happens once in a millennium (at least in this format) so being the geek that I am, I had to seize the day and make a big change in my life. A little while ago, I made a post about how I have never proposed to anyone before (despite what one delusional person thinks). Well, that is no longer the case. Yesterday, on 1/1/2011 right after midnight, I proposed to my girlfriend.

She said yes!

She doesn't really get the significance of the date so much, but she knows that it is important to me and is happy that I am happy (having someone care whether or not I am happy is a foreign concept to me). She also agreed to try to have the wedding on the ULTIMATE default day which will be this November 11. That right, we are going to get married on 11/11/2011 unless something stops us (Veterans day might close some offices down).

I did not plan for this to work out this way, but it seems fitting that I get married on 11/11/11. Not only does it have the hacker significance, but truthfully it is pretty HUGE when you think of the scope of that possible date. We are in the middle of a sequence of dates (starting in 2001) where we can have these dates lineup up once per year. For example, we had 01/01/01 in 2001 and then 02/02/02 in 2002 and so on. Next year will be the last year of this cycle at 12/12/12. But this year is the magical one for hackers and for me personally. It will not happen again for an entire millennium on 11/11/3011. Yes, you can argue that it sort of happens on 11/11/2111 (or any 100 year cycle from there) but that is an odd number of "1"s and just isn't the same. Besides, I will be long dead by then. This perfect alignment of dates has only happen 2 times in all of history. 11/11/0011 was the true default date and then again on 11/11/1011. There was also a magical 11/11/1111 which will never happen again as well.

Sometimes things just happen the way that they are supposed to. This is the kind of story that not many people can claim and hopefully a great story for our children (no, not yet). Call it fate, call it faith, call it luck. I don't care what it is, but it feels right and I am as happy as I have ever been in my life. I love my fiancee (it will be tough to get used to that word) very much and I am glad I waited for her to appear in my life.

Happy new year everyone! I hope yours goes as well as mine!

Oh yeah and every...and I mean EVERYTHING...including my wedding day...is always on default!

StankDawg

Once again, with my obsession with dates and numbers, I just want to point out todays julien date to everyone.

Today is 11111 or the 111th day of 2011. Yes, I know that the ACTUAL julien date is different but this uses the more common method.

Just something fun.

StankDawg

Here we go again

Possible hosting changes in the future. What a fucking mess. I retired to get away from this shit!

I am scrambling to find hosting solutions again. I am 95% sure that I can find something but there is a small chance that this is the final nail in the coffin of binrev. BinRev is holding on to the edge of the cliff by its last fingers here people. None of you people help out. No one contributes. Its all up to me to hold it together and I don't care anymore if you all don't care. I treat it like an archive now more than anything.

SHOW ME THAT YOU CARE!!! How?

lurk moar and Post moar!

volunteer to help moderate the site(s).

record episodes of HPR.

Use the blogs and galleries that we provide.

link to us from your sites.

recruit others to come and join binrev.

create new project.

do research and write articles.

Just fucking HACK!!!! something! anything!

I will go through the work of moving hosts (I don't need hosting offers, I have that in-progress) but unless someone starts stepping up, we are going down for the last gasp. I served my time. 12 years of my life to this family of sites trying to make a difference in the hacking world and herd cats into cooperating and working together. It was a short-term success with great people like dual parallel, bland, decoder, enigma, droops, nick84, so many others and then it just fell off. It is a long-term failure. Where is the next generation to replace us old farts? I know you are smarter than me. Show us! I will finance it all as long as I can and as long and I see people caring. If you stop caring, so will I.

You provide the content now. My shift is over. I clocked out.

StankDawg

The proposal story

I have had to tell this story a million times in the past week so I thought I would share it here as well.

I know that she didn't want some big over the top event (so I stopped pursuing the Orlando Magic game big screen idea) and preferred something smaller and around family. So I decided that I was ready just after a great Christmas with both of our families and was going to pull the trigger just after midnight while we celebrated new years eve at her families house. It is a great date to propose since it was 1/1/11 which had significance to me for obvious reasons. I had already had the talk with her father and gotten his blessings and he was the only one that knew that I was going to pop the question that night. I get along great with her family and I knew that her mother would be as excited as she would be. Unfortunately, as the night drug on, her and her mother both fell asleep on the couches. Her father was cool and kept trying to keep them awake, but we were fighting a losing battle so I told him that I would figure something else out and we started driving home.

If you know me, you know that I always have a backup plan. ;)

It was about 11:30 or so while we were driving home and one of my other ideas popped into mind so I decided to go with that plan. I drove very slowly, and kept her thinking that we were going home. I took a different route that took us by our church and when we got near it I just suggested that we stop by for a little bit since we were in the area. She thought it was sort of strange since the church was most certainly closed, but she knows that I can be weird like that sometimes and went with it. Unfortunately, even though I drove slowly to try to get the timing right, we still got there about 5 minutes until 12 and I wanted to do it right after midnight, so I had to stall. I decided to drive around the church (it is a big church) and just pretend like I was looking at the other building and areas just because "I have never looked around here before". I stalled until about 1 minute before midnight and then pulled the car around to the front of the church and parked. I figured that would work out perfectly that right when got in front of the church (which was closed) I could do my thing. That's when the next hurdle appeared...the security guard.

So here we are, at almost midnight, driving around a closed church, parking, and getting out and walking up to the front doors so of COURSE a security guard would find that suspicious and drive up! Being the social engineer that I am, i scrambled towards him quickly to intercept him still trying not to ruin my surprise as much as possible. I have this ring in my pocket, but the girlfriend right behind me, and I had to get past this security guard without giving away my secret. I just told him that we were had been out of town for the holidays and hadn't gone to church and were only staying for a minute (all true). He thought it strange but said "Ok, I guess".

Now it got tough. I should also mention that this church, and this bench, is where we first met and had our very first date which is why it was my original plan anyway. I only had a few seconds left before midnight and I had my whole speech in mind and was trying to start but she said that it was cold outside and she kept grabbing me telling me to keep her warm. I pushed her away and told her to wait a minute, but she kept wrapping herself in my arms for warmth until finally i grabbed her by the shoulders and said "I'm trying to tell you something.". I told her that I brought her here because it was where we had our first date and where it all started and that I loved her very much and that as the new year started, I didn't want to spend another year without her in my life. I got down on one knee, looked into her teared up eyes and asked her to marry me. Right at that exact moment not only did we have the figurative fireworks going off between us, but we literally had fireworks going off in the air because it was new years eve.

Oh yeah...she said "Yes!"

Sometime you just know when things are right. When the fireworks went off, and I slid that ring on her finger, my whole world felt right for the first time in my whole life.

StankDawg

I am not a bad person

I will warn you up front that this is a very personal post and I am using this blog and will continue to do so for some sort of therapy of my own. I have found that typing things up helps get them off of my chest and helps me come to terms with things. I know, I know...take it to livejournal...but fuck that. This is my life and my blog. Yes, I am a hacker and all that, but I keep reminding everyone that I am also a human being. this is the blog of a hacker and a human being at the same time. If that makes it less interesting, so be it.

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So I just got back from vacation a few days ago. The first good one that I have had since the breakup and actually the first good one since we first started going out. This time I took a trip with my mother whom I have only seen once all year (she lives several hours away).

Ever since "it" happened, my house and life was left in shambles. That is what abandonment does to people. My house was a wreck. It was dirty, furniture was all in places where I didn't like it because I let her do what she wanted. My mom came up a few days before our trip and helped me clean and we rearranged my whole house. It feels like mine again now.

While on vacation, it was the first time that I had time to tell my own mother the whole story of what happened. I cannot...scratch that... will not tell that story here because no matter how cold and callous she treated me and what horrible things she said about me, I will not drop docs and will still respect her privacy. I am not going to change who I am just because someone else fell from grace. I am better than that. But I will bring one thing up publicly that I have been stressing about and talking to friends about for the past few months. I was called some bad things and felt like I was being turned into a bad person and I think that it is fair that I talk about that because this is my personal blog and I find it therapeutic to get it off of my chest.

I had already heard from friends on the subject of what/how it happened and they tell me that I did not do anything wrong, but friends sometimes tell you what they think you want to hear and while my friends are usually pretty honest, I still had questions about myself. I was explaining to mom the details that she hadn't heard before and my Mom will tell me the truth no matter what, including telling me if it was my fault. Mothers are great that way.

After I got dumped, I was called a liar, a thief, "uncompassionate" and the worst word of all for me..."evil". Now here is the thing. I didn't understand why these words were coming out. I didn't do anything. I was the one who was just left behind with nothing but a phone call (and a 400 hundred dollar international roaming bill..thats right, it cost me 400 bucks to get dumped) so how did that make me "evil"? I try to grow as a person. If someone says something to me, I listen to it. I take it to heart and I have always believed that anything that someone says to you has some bit of truth to it or they wouldn't have said it. When someone says such hurtful things like that to you, especially someone that you love, it really really really hurts and makes you question yourself. Maybe I am a bad person? Maybe I am evil? Maybe I am uncompassionate? Then I realized that I am not the one who abandoned someone without even an excuse and then stopped communicating with them completely other than to call them a thief.

My mother made me realize that it was not anything that I did wrong. I am not a bad person. I am not a thief. I am not uncompassionate and I am certainly not evil. It made me see that there was no validity to these attacks. All I did was love someone and give them everything that I had. If that wasn't enough (I knew early on in the relationship that I was not good enough for her) then so be it, but the petty name calling and childish accusations are beneath me. She also made me realize that I am not usually even friends with people who are like that. I would not even treat a dog the way that she treated me (no "StankDawg" pun intended). I was in love with someone who is capable of being so cold-hearted and suddenly I realize what a mistake I made. My friends told me not to even pursue this relationship due to the weird way that it began (I should have listened to you droops and Enigma, you were right) but I am actually a compassionate guy and thought that people deserve chances. I realize now that it was a mistake. I fell in love with someone that was great, but ended up getting dumped by someone that I don't even respect as a person. When you wait your whole life for that "good person" that you think is different and better than the rest, you realize that they are just as bad as the girls in the clubs. They all treat me like shit. I think the "good girl" is as big of a myth as unicorns. They just don't exist. women are cold-hearted and I fell for the good girl routine thinking she was different and wouldn't treat me poorly. I thought she was better than that. I was wrong.

So don't get me wrong, I am not saying that I am without fault. I make mistakes..lots of them. But in this case, I did not deserve to be treated the way that I was treated. I thank my friends and ultimately my mother for helping me to see that. My mother is a pretty strong, independent, wise woman even though she was also degraded as "just a housewife" as though that were all there was to her (and assuming that is what she has done her entire life which is not true)as though that were something to be ashamed of. Being a good mother is the greatest job that any woman could have and my mother has reason to be proud because she did a great job. Insulting me is one thing, but insulting my mother is unacceptable and something that only a certain caliber of person could do and I see that now. At least my mother is strong enough to take care of herself and raise 3 kids and not be a burden on society by being a leech on the system like many people that I know. I love my mother.

So what it comes down to is that I am happy with who I am. If she wasn't happy with me, then God bless her, but I think the truth is that she is not happy with herself. Let her find that Superman that she needs. But I am not any of the terrible things that she called me. I am happy with who I am, even with my faults. I am the guy who loaned his friends money to buy their first house. I am the guy who co-signed for his friends to adopt their first child. I am the guy who spends his own time and money to run this site for the past 10+ years. I am the guy who mentors young people. I am the guy who is willing to raise money for charity by shaving his head. I the guy who occasionally makes mistake and cusses far too much but all-in-all tries to make the world a better place.

I am StankDawg.

I am David Blake.

I am a good person.

I am happy with who I am.

StankDawg

Smoked out voters…

I have to to give credit to my buddy inph3rn0 for finding this on reddit after we were discussing results of the California vote to legalize marijuana.

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NOTE:  The fail is that this was posted on Wednesday, the day after the elections.

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StankDawg

I am an "American constitutionalist". I believe in the constitution from top to bottom and consider it one of the greatest documents ever written. This country was founded under it and grew and prospered under it. Recently, we have been going away from that very foundation that made us great and look at what is happening to our country. We are falling to pieces economically, morally, and structurally. Americans are starting to finally wake up to problems that we have had for the past 30+ years. I am glad that people are starting to see the light. I only hope that it isn't too late.

To ensure that it isn't too late, I have recently re--embraced my rights granted to me in the bill of rights (aka the preamble) of my constitution. Particularly, the second amendment. People who know me know that I am a big believer in the first amendment which, as every knows (or should know) is freedom of speech. I find it funny that many people support this 1st amendment, but they are against the second amendment. As the saying goes, the 1st amendment is so important, that the second amendment was made to guarantee it.

I think that a lot of people jump onto political party agenda bandwagons without realizing WHY this amendment exists. You have to have a grasp on the history of our country to get it. We left to form our new country to get away from a government that was repressive. We didn't want to be told what we could or could not say or think. We did not want to be forced into a certain particular religion or any religion for that matter. This is not the role of the government. These things were so important that they were written as the foundation to our constitution. Originally started as the "Constitution of Virginia" which was written in my home state, it was solid for 200+ years and I would argue, still solid to this day.

Today, in 2010, we have been witnessing a government that has been repressive to say the least. In my opinion, we have been losing our rights slowly but surely over the last 30+ years. The government has been taking over some of the most important institutions on our lives. They run things like our banking system (The Federal Reserve), our Housing industry (Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac), our health care (which looks privatized, but permitted to only a few companies by the government. and who knows what will happen to it now), our transportation systems (Federal Aviation Administration, Department of Transportation), and our communications (the Federal Communications Commission).

Look at those things. Now look at where all of the problems are in the United States right now. Do you see a pattern? The pattern is that WE CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT!! I don't mind some socialization, it is not about that. I just don't trust this government to do it right. This government is screwing this country up so badly that I cannot even put it into words and we have sat by all of this time and let it happen. The sad thing is that 99.9% of us are still standing by and letting this happen because we are simply oblivious to the way things work. Americans are lazy, unmotivated, and uneducated and because of this apathy, those of us who see the truth are prisoners of our own government.

Not me. Fuck that.

Back to my second amendment rights... The second amendment is not just the right to bear arms. It is not some Warmongering mindset that America has been labeled with. We don't want guns because we a re a bunch of hellraisers. that is not what that amendment was written for. It wasn't for wars. It wasn't for hunting. It wasn't so that we could kill each other or become barbarians. Quite the opposite. Read these words carefully.

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.

The key words here are "necessary to the security of a free state". You see, our forefathers knew that the government that they were escaping form had repressed them leaving no way to rebel and stand up once things had gotten too far. This amendment was written, and made number 2 on the list, because they realized how important it was that they did not allow that to happen again. This right allows us to bear arms not to protect ourselves against outsiders but for something much more important. It allows us to protect ourselves from our own government. All of the other reasons mentioned above are important also, but this was the true reason that it was written.

This is what I have chosen to do. I already had guns as a kid. When you live in the country, and in the South, you grow up around guns. But my guns were for mostly hunting. Now, I have purchased some guns for my own protection. Now before you thinking I am going into full kook mode, let me clarify one thing very clearly. I HOPE THAT I NEVER HAVE TO USE THESE GUNS!!! Sincerely. All of the stuff that I am talking about here is not part of some nut job columbine scheme nor am I going postal. what I am doing is simply exercising my rights as an American citizen before this right, like many others, gets taken away as well.

It is happening people. I don't understand why so many people are blind to it when it is right in front of your eyes. You have rights and if you don't use them, you may lose them. Luckily for me, I am using mine and as to paraphrase the true sentiment of what says in the subject of this post...

"You can have my RIGHTS when you pry them from my cold dead hands."

StankDawg

After a bad relationship (The worst in my entire history, however short of a list that may be) I have recently been back in the dating world, such as it is. It is very difficult finding someone out there who can put up with all that goes along with being me. I have very high standards for people and I am not willing to settle for just anyone yet that being said, I admit that I am certainly not the greatest catch out there.

That being said, I have been finding it difficult to trust after being used and mistreated in a previous relationship. It is a fine line between holding up standards in what I expect in a girlfriend and how much I hold myself back. This past abuse has turned me a bit jaded. I want to trust. I want to be trusted. I am not sure if I know how to do that.

I am also a hacker, which means I am distrustful by nature. I question everything. So when someone says something to me, I always take it with a grain of salt. That makes it difficult to trust it when someone pays me a compliment, or does extend themself to me. Everyone that I have ever trusted has eventually let me down (except for my mother who is the only person in all of existence that I trust explicitly).

Luckily, one thing that I do have that helps is a Southern upbringing. I grew up in a world where people trust each other in general. It is very easy for me to trust people for small things. I loan friends money all the time. I take risks to help people...even strangers. I give my time, my knowledge, my advice, and anything that I can. These are easy for me because I want to help people an I like helping people and I like it when people trust me because it means that I can probably trust them. Because of that belief system and way of life, I always give everyone a chance when I first meet them. That comes very easy to me. But that is not the trust that I am talking about here. That is a different type of trust. I always give people people a chance to earn my trust at those types of things. When it comes to my heart and my soul...that is a lot harder and that is the root of this whole conundrum.

I still believe that you have to be willing to trust and you have to have someone who is willing to trust you as well. This is very difficult for me these days and I have to keep reminding myself to trust people. If you don't give people a chance to come into your life...they never will. This puts me in a delicate balancing act...

I have to somehow try to balance these two seemingly incompatible worlds: The world of hurt...and the world of hope.

I have been talking to a very nice young lady recently and she has actually been pretty awesome. Most that I have talked to have been mental, boring, or disinterested in me. Even though we have only gone out a couple of times, I think this one is different. WE laugh and cuss and make the same silly jokes. We like to torture each other with mixed messages. We both have similar pasts. Last night, I spent the entire night until 5 AM texting and talking with her on the phone. I haven't actually gotten along with anyone like this in a while and it is a scary thing to me. Especially since this is exactly how that last abusive relationship started. I don't want to trust too much and potentially be hurt again but I also don't want to miss out on a great woman because I was unable to open myself up and trust again. I am putting my heart on the line again and hoping that it is the right thing to do. I hope I am doing the right thing.

This shit is HARD!!!! I FAIL at dating.

There has to be one other person out there who I can trust isn't there?

StankDawg

Condoms in school

Ok so the pictures mean nothing without this story:

These pictures of vending machines that sell condoms was taken at a school in the Bronx. Nothing wrong with that I guess. One interesting point was that it was an ALL-GIRLS school. But that is also good. Girls can learn responsibility as well. The fail here is where this vending machine was located.

It was in the FACULTY ONLY bathroom in the secured EMPLOYEE ONLY section of the all girls catholic school in the Bronx.

If your kid goes to an all girls school on the Bronx you might want to keep an eye on her teachers.

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StankDawg

I took an online personality disorder test (that I saw linked from 4chan of all places). We all know how accurate these things are...but seriously, there probably is a bit of truth to some of it. Obviously only a real psychiatrist can diagnose you truly.

Disorder | Rating

Paranoid: Low

Schizoid: Low

Schizotypal: Moderate

Antisocial: Low

Borderline: Low

Histrionic: Low

Narcissistic: Low

Avoidant: Low

Dependent: Low

Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate

I don't know how I feel about these results. OCD..I can see that due to my eating habits and my tendency to be stubborn about how things should be done and done right (I admit that "right" can be subjective though). The schitzotypal thing is a bit misleading since it deals with paranoia. I am not paranoid that the world is out to get me (believe me, I witnessed someone like that first hand) but I to tend to believe that our government hides things from us as do big corporations. Because of those conspiracy theory beliefs, I guess that classifies me as moderate.

StankDawg

I had some people in my life last year that were Canadians. Now, I have other Canadian friends here as well and I had never thought that there was any animosity between our countries. I mean, I had no problem with Canada (or Canadia as I jokingly refer to it). I may not agree with their form of government or some of their lifestyle differences, but I certainly respect them. They are not a bad country. What they do, works for them and God bless them for that.

But those Canadians did seem to have horrible animosity towards the United States. I had to constantly ask them to watch the US bashing around me. I don't know if they are getting brainwashed by their own media or if they are just arrogant as a society or what. Luckily, as I said earlier, I have some other Canadians friend in real life. They inform me that most Canadians don't feel animosity towards the United states at all. And When I thought about that I realized that the same holds true for Americans. Most of us don't think poorly of Canada at all. But there are a few vocal minorities here that seem to have some hatred and distaste for Canada. I usually label these Americans as kooks and extremists for the most part. After realizing that, I also labeled these Canadians that I dealt with as kooks as well. I did not let their negativity influence me any more than I let other Americans influence me with their anti-Canadian rhetoric either. But I do understand it a little more now. I mean, if their experience with Canadians was anything like mine, I can see why they have such feelings. If I did not have Canadian friends outside of those that I dealt with last year, I would probably be pretty bitter towards them myself based on this experience.

Luckily, I instead decided to examine the root cause and investigate. I asked my friends here and others who have had issues with Canadians and I have come to the conclusion that I just had a run-in with a bad group of Canadians. They were all lazy, arrogant Generation X slackers (and they ironically bashed Gen Y as spoiled "vapid twits") that simply wanted someone to blame in life. They blame the US for all of the problems in the world because we have, admittedly, been involved in some questionable wars and conflicts over the years. At the same time, we are sending billions into Haiti to help the earthquake victims. Some people put on blinders to the good because they want so badly to have something to be indignant about. Haters are always going to find something to hate. Some people are just negative by nature.

I would like to know why. I am just curious like that (I am a hacker after all). Maybe if they saw the root cause, they would open their eyes and realize it and change. This particular group of people, as I said before, were lazy "gen-X" folks who had not really accomplished much in life. They get by and make a living, but that is about it. I cannot say that they ever helped anyone or did anything to improve or benefit society. The Canadian government provides so much for them that it becomes easy to become a leech on the system there. They get enough to get by in life from a minimum wage job and the government handouts (which is actually money from the 99% of good people in Canada who do work hard and strive for better things) but they aren't really prospering. This is the same with the welfare system in this country. These services exists to give you the minimum to survive. If you don't like the minimum, then get some ambition and move up in life. That is what I did. I grew up poor. I got an education. I got out of it. Do Canadians have that same opportunity? It sure looks like they do. If they do not, then come down here to the US (which many of them do). We always have room for hard working people! Despite the vocal minority of anti-Canada rhetoric mentioned earlier, I would be the first one to extend my hand and welcome you here.

Basically, I think it is simply the caliber of person you are dealing with. Some people are just low-class (which has nothing to do with job or finances) and have bad attitudes and have their hand out. IT is just a universal truth and has nothing to do with the countries at all. People just need someone to blame for their own inadequacies and in this case, it is to point at another country who seems to have more than you. Really it is no different than the same mentality and animosity that some of these middle Eastern countries have for us. Is Canada poised to attack next? :)

It is the old story of the ant and the grasshopper. The ants work all day and get ahead and then the grasshopper just mooches of of the ants. The people that I dealt with were the grasshoppers and they are just bitching about how the ant is holding them down and how unfair it is that the government does not give them as much as the ant earned for itself via hard work. They view the United states as the ant and this animosity grows. I really don't think it is between the countries, I think it is between a few individuals with bad attitudes on both sides.

That is just my theory based on a handful of people that I dealt with last year. I know that we have some Canadians here on binrev and a couple of them are really great people who I like and respect like Seal and Aghaster. I would love to hear the opinions of any Canadians on binrev and although we may not be able to change the world view, maybe we can educate people here on binrev about why there is such anti-American and anti-Canadian sentiment between our two countries.

StankDawg

I awoke one morning to find this message in IRC at around 5 AM.

--> Peroxyde (Dylan@omghax-4CF3650B.home.cgocable.net) has joined #binrev

<Peroxyde> Huh, just as pathetic as I expected.

<Peroxyde> Kudos on ruining the community, StankDawg.

<-- Peroxyde has quit (Quit: SHAZAM)

This is the shit that I have to put up with... Is there no wonder why I want to quit?

StankDawg

FIRST!

This is the first post in the first blog in the new integrated blogging system. We have installed the module and we are deciding how we will roll this out to our users and which users will have the abilities to use it.

Be patient and stay tuned for more information!

StankDawg

Microsoft double fail

This stock ticker screen in manhattan failed thanks to a wonderful Microsoft windows error. But what makes this extra crispy double ironic fail is that the stock that was on the screen when it failed… You guessed it: MSFT

Also bonus fail is included with the stockholder only conference call number and password right on the screen. There is just so much wonderful fail in this picture that I want to frame it and hang it on my wall.

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StankDawg

I got my library card!

Well, this post makes it official. I always hated blogs because people post the stupidest most inane shit that no one could care about and here I am posting about getting my library card.

I have hit a new low. :(

But fuck that libraries fucking ROCK! I have had a library card almost everywhere that I ever lived! For some reason, since I moved to Orlando, I just didn't get around to getting one. I thought about it and realized that these days, whenever I need a book, I just buy it. Fuck that...I already pay taxes and those taxes fund the library so why wouldn't I take advantage of it?

I always loved the library, even as a kid, but it was when I graduated high school and started college that I really started to live in the library. I mean that almost literally. When I was just out of high school and starting college, I spent a lot of time in the library on campus. It was awesome because they pretty much knew that it was just for students on campus and that students were famous for falling asleep in the library so there were several comfortable couches and chairs all over. I found a nice quiet corner in a remote part of the top floor and took a nice stack of books and just went up there to a nice little couch and read until I fell asleep. It was a great way to kill time between classes and catch a few winks. I had my handy-dandy datalink watch (model 150)to wake me up in time for class, so I was straight. I could have lived there (cafeteria was nearby).

But that library was fairly small and mostly contained textbooks. I had read most of the computer related ones that I was interested in and ran out of things to read. Luckily, the public library was only 4 or 5 blocks away. I would walk down to the local library, which was HUGE in comparison, and they had magazines and public computers to use, and just tons of stuff to stay interested. I would go to classes all day and then go to the library until well after dark.

Eventually, I got used to being a regular at that library and started exploring other parts of downtown Louisville KY. I found that if you wear a Doctors lab coat (which I conveniently had ;) ) then you were allowed to freely roam throughout many of the numerous hospitals that were in downtown Louisville. Now, I didn't do anything crazy or dangerous. I just wanted to do some exploring. Cafeterias in hospitals have the best food ever! then, I stumbled upon a University of Louisville medical Library inside of their practicing hospital downtown. Man, there was all kinds of crazy shit in there! Lot so of medical journals and a huge number of medical reference books. This was not really my cup of tea, but it was pretty awesome to know that it existed for the medical students and I did, on occasion, look up a few things that I was curious about. I became an expert on female genitalia, if I do say so myself. ;)

Unfortunately, that is when the real world set in for me. I was maybe 19 or 20 or so and my family was not rich. It came to a point where I had to get a couple of extra jobs to be able to pay for my college tuition and books. This pretty much took all of my free time (and most of my sleeping time). I began working 5 jobs and taking a double load of classes and my love affair with the library came to an abrupt end. Looking back, maybe I should have apologized to the library for abandoning it, but I digress.

How was that for too much information? So yeah, this library is nowhere near as exciting, but I am hopeful that it will re-spark my interest in reading again. I haven't read any fiction or read for any entertainment purposes for along time. I am hoping to find more time to do this instead of just reading technical manuals. So yeah, this was a blog post about me getting my library card...but hopefully I put a little "Stank" on the story so that it is not as lame as it sounds. ;)

If I ever post about what I have for breakfast...kill me. :blink: