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Apple Talk / Another glimpse into Mobile, AL
« on: April 07, 2012, 02:42:05 am »
Some of you may remember the last time Mobile got internet famous. It was St Patrick's day in like 2007 and a Leprechaun was discovered in a tree in Creighton. Despite several attempts by locals to dig up the roots of the tree, no gold was ever recovered and the enigma remains unsolved but life goes on.

The latest is this:

Literally 7 minutes from where I'm currently living.

« on: April 06, 2012, 07:13:12 pm »
Hypothetically, if someone was say, an EMT or something and say, this person were to back up a bunch of important digital copies of stuff from her old computer onto a jump drive, and let's say th old computer might've like, died or whatever, right?

So hypothetically, let's say, one day, before this person transferred the stuff onto the NEW COMPUTER, this person was really really tired and decided to do a load of laundry and go to bed. And SUPPOSE she woke up the next day and found a jump drive in the washer that says "EMS Docs" on it? What sort of advice would you have for a chucklehead like this? I mean, would there be a way for this clown to salvage the drive? Would it be okay in like a few days drying out in a bowl of rice?

Just curious.

Apple Talk / You know the terrorists have won when...
« on: April 06, 2012, 07:22:07 am » can buy your Hijab at Wal Mart.

Now you!

Or Kill Me / Poisonous Righteous PART I
« on: April 05, 2012, 03:41:40 am »
Part I
It was almost over. This madness was coming to a close. The R.U.D.E Act of 2014 was coming to its end and it had not been renewed. “Thank you, Jesus,” she scoffed.

Kaetlun Rayne leaned back and took a last drag off her cigarette then flicked it into the parking lot. “I’ve really got to quit these,” she thought. “These things’ll get me killed,” the irony of the thought not lost on her.  Pulling a body spray from her purse, she spritzed herself to cover the smoke smell, popped a breath mint into her mouth then looked up at the camera and pushed the buzzer.

The fact of the matter was that she was looking forward to this; no one she knew had been tapped…at least not yet, anyway. She thought about her vantage point as an insider. This was going to be fun.

This was her second year working for Senator Mellon and she’d really gotten into the groove here.  Despite her upbringing by a single, Baptist, teenage mom in Princess Anne, despite her enrollment in the Pure Heritage Academy, despite her unfortunate name, she’d found her place—had escaped the clutches of PHA and in spite of the heckling, the threats of violence for betraying her own kind, she’d worked her way up from the second-rate Poli-Sci program at UMES, taken an internship she could hardly afford and worked at the old Bay Crab Dip as a server to get by.  Now she was the Senator’s “S” Admin and well on her way up.

She was off the Heritage registry—Senator Mellon had made sure of this. Her application for expeditious integration signed and stamped in blue-black ink, she had made a color copy the day he signed before hurriedly sliding it into a manila envelope for the courier to hand-deliver back to Annapolis. Her name expunged from the ranks of thousands of racist, white rednecks, forever, she would never again be identified as a Skirter.

She was free.

It had been a failed experiment. Board Leader Obama—then known as President Obama—had meant well. The Reaching Unity through Diversified Education Act (or R.U.D.E., as it was colloquially known) was a social experiment with the loftiest intentions but 15 years of indulging the worst kind of madness from the very dredges of society had left the nation in a state of near (forgive the phrase) mental retardation. Granting vouchers to let the Skirters (a shorthand slang for “outskirters,”  or those who insisted on forming Schools whose tenets included backwards and unhealthy resistance to integration) to raise and educate their children however they wished (so long as they followed the approved Incorporated States of the Americas academic curriculum, of course) was a big mistake. Instead of unity, all it had served to achieve was division. And while it was true that the crime rate was lower—part of the bill included an expedited processing clause for Schools whose crime stats were too high—it did nothing in the way of shaping progress. The TRAIL (or Total Resolve to Achieve Integrational Liberty) Amendment would change all that.

She couldn’t wait for the processing to begin.

What the fuck is WRONG with you, Arizona?

Trolling Could Get You 25 Years in Jail in Arizona

One of the Internet's basic tenets—the right to be as much of a myopic, infantile asshat as humanly possible—is currently under attack in Arizona. A sweeping update to the state's telecommunications harrasment bill could make naughty, angry words a Class 1 misdemeanor. Or worse.

It's a dangerous precedent, yet another bill written and supported by legislators who fundamentally don't understand the nature of the internet. And I'm not just being a, well, you know.

Arizona House Bill 2549 passed both legislative houses last Thursday and is now awaiting approval from Arizona's governor Brewer. The statute states that:

    "It is unlawful for any person, with intent to terrify, intimidate, threaten, harass, annoy or offend, to use a ANY ELECTRONIC OR DIGITAL DEVICE and use any obscene, lewd or profane language or suggest any lewd or lascivious act, or threaten to inflict physical harm to the person or property of any person."

Emphasis added. If the electronic devices and means are employed to stalk a victim, the penalty bumps up to a Class 3 felony.

For those not intimately familiar with Arizona penal law, a Class 1 misdemeanor is punishable by a $250,000 fine and up to six months in jail (it's the most aggressive misdemeanor charge the state can bring). A Class 3 felony, meanwhile, carries a minimum sentence of 2.5 years for non-dangerous offenders with no prior record. And a max of 25 years in jail.

Aneristic Illusions / Ain't It Awful?
« on: March 29, 2012, 04:18:37 pm »
Not sure if this is C&R but...yeah...

The NDRP vigorously makes the NDAA look like a simple law to stop jaywalking in comparison. Under the NDRP, the President now has the authority to seize any resource he deems "necessary" to uphold national security in wartime & peacetime.

This includes, but is not limited to the following. All farms (meaning all food), transportation systems, clean water, and oil/fuel. The NDRP even goes so far to say that people with skills the government could use may be called upon and forced to work for the government against their will.

Apple Talk / "And if you complain once more..."
« on: March 13, 2012, 01:32:39 am »
Be careful where you step.

Apple Talk / [Splintered] Manipulation: What defines it?
« on: March 09, 2012, 10:49:04 pm »
Derrived from this thread:,31878.0.html which started to go off-course into a discussion about manipulation which got me thinking about some stuff not directly related to the concepts of labeling and chunking so I felt it deserved its own thread instead of jacking that one off in a different direction.

So, to pick up: manipulation is such a subjective word and concept, right? I mean what you define as "coercive" may not be to others.

I dated a guy who accused a lot of people of trying to "manipulate" him and actually once told me he considers himself a veritable expert on the subject of deducing people's intent since he'd been to years worth of therapy that trained him to be acutely aware of people's coercive tactics. Yet, he's an admitted proponent of the Seduction Society/Pickup Artist techniques which he sees as "self-marketing," a harmless way of maximizing the efficiency of your influence with people to increase your probability of desirable outcomes with them. Sounds perfectly reasonable, right?

Okay, I once saw him send this link to a friend:

Here's more off that site:

This, in particular, bothers me:
5) Whatever story you go into, try somehow incorporating her into it, disqualifying her (if possible) during the story and later try to make her qualify herself to you. Not as much as you would do in person but just a small little disqualification could be thrown in there

And how different is that from The Rules of the late 90s?
Parodied on SNL ("Get the ring!"):

So what say you? Isn't this the very definition of being manipulative (as we've come to understand the negative connotation)? Or is this stuff (as my ex understands it) a harmless/necessary part of being effective socially?

I have a "project" in mind wherein I buy a ton of...I don't know what yet...for a penny and bombard my 8 year old child with boxes and boxes and boxes of just weird stuff but I think this is a neat idea and useful if you want to buy a LOT of stuff for a penny and...uh...use it...somehow.

I've tried doing specific searches and then sorting by price but I'm not really getting what I'm after. The point is to overwhelm the child with a continuous stream of packages containing stuff like this:
or this:

I wanna really abuse the hell out of my amazon prime account and delight and amuse my mischievous child in the process.

I thought y'all would find this interesting. Not many people know this little fact and even my NOLA peeps give me puzzled expressions when I explain that "Yes, I am going to Mardi Gras parades this weekend" and "No, I won't be at Endymion or Bacchus because I'm staying in Mobile until I'm ready to move." A lot of them *still* don't know that Mobile was the first capital of LA (Louisiana Purchase included much of Alabama) and I remember being fascinated with this stuff when I first moved to 'Bama.

Mardi Gras was actually started by a bunch of rich, white young southern boys who didn't want to stop drinking and go the fuck to bed one night so they picked up rakes and cowbells and pots and pans and ran around town, hootin' and hollerin like a bunch of nuts, waking up the entire city. They were the original Discordians.

Mardi Gras in Mobile, Alabama[pronounce] is the oldest annual Carnival celebration in America, having begun in 1703,[1][2][3] over 15 years before New Orleans was founded (1718).[3] From Mobile being the first capital of French Louisiana (1702), the festival began as a French Catholic tradition, celebrating until the start of Lent on Ash Wednesday, until midnight on Mardi Gras day (French for "Fat Tuesday" or Shrove Tuesday). However, Mardi Gras in Mobile now has evolved into a mainstream multi-week celebration across the spectrum of cultures in Mobile, becoming school holidays[

One of my favourite historical stories about Mobile Mardi Gras is the Joe Cain "Legend."

Joseph Stillwell Cain, Jr. (Joe Cain) (October 10, 1832 – April 17, 1904)[1] [2] is largely credited with the rebirth of Mardi Gras celebrations in Mobile, Alabama, stopped due to the Civil War.[1] [3] In 1867, following the American Civil War and while Mobile was still under Union occupation, Joe Cain paraded through the streets of Mobile, dressed in improvised costume depicting a fictional Chickasaw chief named Slacabamorinico.[1][3] The choice was a backhanded insult to the Union forces in that the Chickasaw tribe had never been defeated in war. Joe was joined by six other Confederate veterans, parading in a decorated coal wagon, playing drums and horns, and the group became the "L. C. Minstrel Band", now commonly referred to as the "Lost Cause Minstrels" of Mobile.

In order to understand that part, you also kinda have to get into the history of how--despite racism, slavery, ignorance and all the other shit that the American South has a mixed-truth notoriety for--much of Gulf Coastal cities really just were nice, oblivious, working and middle class people who genuinely didn't want to be forced into the Union...much the same way the settlers no longer wanted to be forced to remain part of England. There actually are really good people in this city...even some of the older families. While there were some definite dirty dealings (Foster and Meaher families, I'm looking at you) that people try to (*ahem*) whitewash, A lot of the "rebellion" aspect genuinely was born of a desire to not have a tyrannical and hypocritical northern aristocrats force the South to pay for a government that didn't represent them. There are still families here today who insist that slavery is evil and was right to be abolished...even punished and are still adamant about the right of secession.

However, there is a dark side to Mardi Gras. I highly, highly recommend the documentary movie "Order Of Myths." It was done by a member of one of the oldest families in Mobile and while it's definitely slanted through the eyes of a well-heeled, rebellious "Old Springhill" rich girl, anxious to toss off her birthright and advantages in the name of trying to be just like "one of the little people" (when we damned well know, she's going to hit about 25, marry well, choose her ball theme, colors and train design and that will be the end of THAT), it does a fair job of exposing both the ugly side as well as the "Rome wasn't built in a day but at least they're trying" aspect of progress down here. It's streaming on Netflix right now but if you don't have a Netflix, I'm sure you can snag it somewhere.

I want to say this: there are a lot of fine, goodhearted, charitable people in these societies today. Many of them just plain old, upper-middle class people who spend a lot of the year holding fundraisers for their floats and events and for charity. I know these people. They're good folks who insist on doing good works in the community as a requisite to membership much the same way the Masons do. There are also a lot of exclusive, well-off puritans who would never, ever let a nouveaux riche or a Yankee in their little clubs. Either way, these parades are something everyone looks forward to (from the profoundly poor to the very well-heeled), all year long. It is a part of their heritage now--white and black.

Regardless of how you feel about these people, it's interesting and since people still seem to be enjoying Nigel's "race" thread, I thought this would be enjoyed and add some wonderful substance to the conversation here.


Apple Talk / [RENAMED] No longer losing it, I AM VICTORIOUS.
« on: February 08, 2012, 01:10:10 am »
I think the stress is finally making me crack. I wrote some bizarre shit all over my ex boyfriend's new girlfriend's wall last night and have zero memory of having done so. It was only after seeing an entry on my own timeline that I realized what I did.

The worst part about it was that I spilled (mostly inhoherently) bits and pieces of some deep fears I usually keep pretty locked up. I mean, she's a sweet person but this was not only inappropriate for the dynamic, it was downright bizarre even if you remove all that.

I was simply not present for having written all that and that's frightening. I must have intended on posting some polite comment and then went into six-paragraph, automatic writing mode. Just vented stuff I didn't even know existed in there...or rather I must have known but I had no idea it needed saying. I'm terribly embarassed and I *know* it must've gotten back to my ex by now.

I'm trying to do too much at once. The stress is literally eating parts of my prefrontal cortex. I can't wait until this last test is over and I've got a clearer sense of plan vs timing and a better feeling of control over stuff in my world...or at least a clearer awareness and predictive reasoning.

Apple Talk / [Lighten the Mood] How long can you hold on?
« on: January 18, 2012, 07:02:29 pm »

Apple Talk / [Feel free to ignore] unlimited navkat rave/music thread
« on: January 16, 2012, 08:34:56 pm »
P.L.U.R, motherfuckers:

Teh navkat loves you

Apple Talk / [NOMENCLATURE]: Crust Kids or "Crust wave."
« on: January 16, 2012, 07:15:21 pm »
For clarification, when navkat talks about "Crustwave," this is what she means:

Fun fact: My friend Donovan "Rekanize" Fannon did the photos in that piece. They were actually used w/o permission from a memorial service in New Orleans for some crusties who died IAF in an abandoned building a couple of winters ago.

I was deeply saddened by the loss of such awesome slang into the bowels of the american vernacular and would like to revive it.

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