Election

I came to comment on the dumb fucking “A vote for X is a vote for Y” guilt trip nonsense but saw my previous post nailed that better than I was even thinking. Forgot I did that, I guess.

Setting aside the sad probability based on pretty much everything I’ve seen that Jill Stein and Johnson will be taking 3rd/4th place, whichever is which, that still leaves Trump or Clinton taking 1st or 2nd place. Things I hate about each:

Hillary:
She sounds awesome, based on talking points she lifted from Bernie. Some Bernie fans talk about how he got things he wanted put in the plan. I’ve seen too much just since I’ve started paying attention to current and past events since/prior to 2003 to buy that. It all looks like a poorly disguised ploy to get his voters to vote for her. And many are. Words out there claim “most” went to Stein. But those people aren’t paying attention. I wish I wasn’t paying attention.

She has been a conservative her whole life, based on actions. The one I point out because it was the most damaging by far to a whole swath of the electorate she’s courting – DOMA.
She was given a Full Flop by politifact on the issue.
She claimed DOMA was a “defensive action” to stop a full ban.  You know, by making it so they couldn’t by the wording of law defining it as man+woman.
In 2004, still, and until 2013, was regularly on video saying crap like this.

Beyond that, you have watergate, emails which I used to defend her on until so many leaks came out about brazenly sharing classified shit. Benghazi though, still the various panels who shot down requests for increased security’s fault. Republican majority, imagine that.

Then you have the guy who raped a kid she got off of the charges. Everybody, I’m sure, has heard that a thousand times now. She threatens China and Russia with war, threatens North Korea with war, Iran, Syria, all with invasions. Arguably, already had a hand in war expanding vastly in Syria. Had a hand and even joked about Gadaffi getting killed by shit she was involved with. There’s so much more but it actually turns my stomach as I type this.

No but she’s super fucking progressive. Yeah, she is. Vote for her. (sarcasm.)

I recall seeing video of her giving speeches pushing it, but can never find them when I’m writing something like this.  Isn’t that how it goes? My life is full of bookmarking things for video games and audio production, writing, some other things. I wish I was better about keeping shit around I could use in blogging.  I suck. You can rightfully slap me around textually for not being good at that.  This is 10th string for me, but it is mostly therapeutic. Not a job, nor really even a hobby.  I have no excuse.

Trump:

Then we have Trump. Who essentially would have been as rich as he is estimated to be today (only a couple billion, as opposed to his much higher, regular claims) – if he had just invested the money and sat in a chair doing nothing.  Not so much as the 8 billion Occupy Democrats claimed, as is very unlikely. Still, 2 billion is nice.

He claims to be self funding. He says this a lot, and so many times he says it… at a podium… that has a number to text TRUMP to, to donate. And his fucking fans love saying it repeatedly. Self funding. While actively displaying a way for people to donate. Yeah.

He claims he is anti-establishment. Which establishment? They claim he’s anti-Republican establishment. Oh yeah? No. Not when you’re surrounded by establishment Republicans. So that’s clearly bullshit. You can’t say you’re vegan, sitting at a table full of various meats and eating them while you’re claiming it. Words don’t mean shit when they’re buried in actions to the contrary (Looking at you, too, Clinton.) Pence? If he was anti-establishment, wouldn’t he have picked someone who wasn’t the poster boy for establishment republicanism? Moving on.

He gives no details in speeches. Even when he “does” he doesn’t actually say anything. He just says these huge statements and doesn’t even hint at how, other than he’ll have the best people on it, blah blah.

When you analyze what’s actually on his website, it falls apart quickly. His tax plan, while fuck yeah lets drop all our taxes like crazy, and vastly increase what we can claim for deductions so we pretty much don’t pay taxes anyway. It’s nonsense. at a time when the debt is skyrocketing, it would take trillions out of the government coffers.  If you think that’s a good thing, well, grats on being criminally ignorant on what is needed to take care of the debt many trump fans love screaming about Obama’s administration multiplying.

And fuck his mouth, who’s surprised he said that shit about women with all the things he’s said publicly on national television over the years? No shit? He grabs crotches of random women? Really? So surprised. Of course he does. He’s a big mouthed dumb shit. This comes with the territory of people who don’t know what they’re talking about nor care to, but refuse to stop talking. They do what they want, they don’t give a fuck about consequences.

Some will say, who cares, he’ll be entertaining. Sure. Like a dumb ass movie. Only he’ll be the top human in the government. Some say, Pence will run stuff. You know, like Cheney clearly was doing if anybody watched the president and vice president debates in 2004. Bush repeated a bunch of talking points and no details, and Cheney was rambling off details on topics off the top of his head naturally.

He’ll still be the top human in the government.

If Stein and Johnson weren’t running and there weren’t even third party people on the ballot, I still wouldn’t have voted for Trump or Clinton. I would have done what I did in 2000 when I wanted to vote but thought every single person on the ballot was a waste of oxygen. I wrote in George Carlin.  This time, though, I would have wrote in Lewis Black.

Either way, we’re pretty stunningly fucked.

Elections 2016

I tried watching the VP debate this morning. I made it half way through. I expected Pence to be the biggest clown of the two cancer following clowns. I was wrong. When Kaine said “now we’re even!” regarding pence being reprimanded for interrupting, I laughed. No, Kaine, for Pence to be even, he would have had to interrupted you however many dozen times you interrupted him. Head from Ass remover, aisle Debates.

If I had to call a winner and a loser in that debate, I would start with loser. The loser is clearly America. We lose. Winner? Pence, probably. He held his composure better, and told his lies with the straightest face. But they’re both cancer, standing behind bigger cancer.

I only made it half way through the Presidential Debates, too. Who was the winner in that one? The guy moderating. He won that. He seemed the most composed, he did the best job. The other two were fucktards and lied with gusto. They made me cringe multiple times each.

Now, for those of you wondering why I hate both candidates when those are our choices? No, those are not our only choices. And if you’re thinking a vote for _____ is every bit as good as a vote for _____” know thatif I could I would reach through the screen and pop you right in the mouth.

A vote for Trump is a vote for Trump.
A vote for Hillary is a vote for Hillary.
A vote for Stein is a vote for Stein.
A vote for Johnson is a vote for Johnson.
Period.

The electoral college does not alter your votes. Your votes are still applied to who you voted for. If you write in, in a state that doesn’t allow it, it will not get counted. That’s the end of that. It doesn’t magically get moved into whatever arbitrary column based on the last person you heard tell you a vote for the cookie monster is a vote for Trump. or a vote for the flying spaghetti monster is a vote for clinton. that’s not how it works. You vote for somebody and that vote goes to them, or it doesn’t stick because of whatever laws for your area.

The electoral college casts their own votes based on whatever the fuck they want. They’re supposed to go off of their constituents at the time of their casting, to the best of their knowledge. But through various digging, there are plenty of cases where they do what they want. Sure, not in huge margins, but definitely in election altering margins.

So, vote for who you want. Vote for who you like. Vote for who you think is the best. Even if it’s vermin supreme. Can’t vote for Deez Nuts, he’s not old enough.

Here’s an example of conscience. I voted for Obama. Twice. I’ll admit it. And I stand by it. He was less destructive (though absolutely destructive.) I knew he was a left leaning republican. Surprised? You shouldn’t be. He supported NAFTA. That was a republican baby. This government is run by corporations, and he’s always been in their pocket. The way corporate entities act has historically been the conservative side of things allowing it. Thus my using the republican tag as currently the most conservative bunch rest over on the republican side of things.

Now, every time Obama did something fucking stupid, I felt guilty about it. Why? I threw a vote in his column. I’m partially responsible. Without votes, he doesn’t win. Period. When he did the republican shit right after getting in office (doubling nuclear spending, signing through the second big bailout) – that was on me and everyone else who voted for him.

I’ll tell you who it wasn’t on. It wasn’t on anyone who voted for ron paul. It wasn’t on anyone who voted for McCain or Romney. It wasn’t on anyone who still wrote in Clinton or anybody else. It was on me and everyone who actually voted for him.

Now, some people out there might be saying BUT THERE IS FRAUD. Sure. This is accurate. There will always be fraud as long as humans are involved with it. That’s not going to change. As long as we don’t have a way to check that our votes were applied properly, during and after the fact (which is absolutely, easily possible) – that’s always going to be the case. But even with that, the system is not designed for votes to be moved around. The system is, you vote for who you want. The person with the most votes (in presidential case, electoral) wins. Period.

So next time you blurt out “a vote for Johnson is as good as a vote for Clinton,” or “A vote for Stein is as good as a vote for Trump,” know that hundreds of thousands of us are having mental ticks, and wishing we could upper cut you for repeating nonsense that hurts more than it helps. It hurts us, it hurts you, it helps nothing. Fuck you right in the mouth for repeatedly saying it – and not once have I seen it where I went down their visible feed, have I not seen it said by them multiple other times.

Now, for the vote check system I eluded to earlier, here’s how it is absolutely, easily possible.

1) all votes end up in an electronic system with a web view (PC or Cell, either way.)
2) as always, you have your account set up before hand or have the ability to do so (with your SS# as your key, as well as some other bullet points possible to be able to verify your identity.)
3) you log in from any internet connection on election day (which needs to be a holiday. quit fucking around.) – and you vote.
4) you receive a random code. if you are voting in person somewhere and someone else is inputting it for you, you receive a printout with this code. also, if you mail in a ballot, you are mailed back a code (or emailed if you have that set up, or called, whatever you choose.)
5) as the election happens and votes come in, the web interface is updated with the votes cast (along with totals.)
6) a 100% complete accounting of all votes is view-able by everybody, everywhere. still a secret ballot, because nobody will have their names listed, only their codes they were given after voting. this way, we can all look and verify our votes were applied to who we intended to vote for.
7) once your vote is on the final list, everybody has the option (and i would argue, the responsibility) to confirm that was their vote, thus placing a green checkmark in the column next to it.

not. hard.

Uber Uber

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I don’t understand why some people who request an Uber pickup don’t even attempt to make sure the pin is where they want picked up. I understand it is easy to slap the pin in the wrong spot sometimes. I understand Apple really sucks with how GPS works with Uber. I understand people make mistakes.

That doesn’t mean in the several minutes typically following a pickup request, they can’t look down and say, oh, no, the pin is wrong. I had better text and send a correction. Or, you know, find time in the several minutes to bother yourself with walking 40 feet. It’s really not hard.

It reminds me of seeing people who have pushed their cart hundreds of feet all over a store, then when they get back to their car they certainly can’t be asked to walk it just thirty or forty more feet to put it in a cart collection location. That’s just too hard. 849 feet is my limit. That extra 40 feet would put me dangerously close to 900 at which time as it says in the bible I will burst into flames and cease to exist.

I had a fare the other day that literally wouldn’t cross the street to be picked up. There were two lanes, and if I were to stop in the lane they wanted me to stop in, the police would have ran up and gave me a ticket. But the client didn’t care. Not only that, but they said they would be fine waiting for me to drive the 8 minutes or so through awful congestion to get back around to “get closer.” which at best would mean one or two car lengths back, still across the street. Canceled that fare and drove away.

It almost makes the 4 girls who were in the car tonight who were so loud, spouting physical insults about multiple people and forcing me to endure dozens of kardashian (and other) stars being used as examples of who’s hips were good and who should be “thrown in the dumpster” for this or that reason… I just…. I can’t even. I can’t. No, it doesn’t almost make it better.

Lucky I need the money, or I would absolutely never do this stuff. It simply doesn’t pay remotely enough.

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Frustration on Frustration

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It’s not too much of a coincidence that this post is in the same theme as the last because it’s all I’ve been able to really think about the last several weeks.

Today I had an interview. Yesterday I had an interview. I’ve had lots of interviews. I already got shot down this-morning from the position I interviewed for yesterday, and I respect that. Better to know than be sitting around wondering what in the world.

The interview today, I wasn’t sure when it was. I wrote down 10 but I am reasonably certain a minute measure after that was mentioned. But I showed up at 10 anyway. When I got there, the service desk was packed. At least six or seven (groups of) customers. One worker at the desk. So I found the first employee who looked like they were wandering around.

He took me to the service desk and was back there talking off and on to the person working the desk and doing other things back there. Then he lead me to an employee area entrance and asked me to wait. He disappeared for a few minutes. When he re-emerged he said he told her and she would be down to get me momentarily. This was about 10:03.

10:16, an employee asked me if I was alright and I said was told I was here and they said ok and walked off. Again by a different employee about 10:20. I wasn’t sure what time it was so I figured it could very well be 10:30 or 10:45 and she was going to get me when she had a chance that may very well not be until the scheduled interview.

So, 10:55 I call (service desk was still busy at the time, didn’t want to bother them.) I called because I know service desk is far from the only person at a store with the setup of to answer phones. And, sure enough, the lady at the service desk didn’t answer the phone.

Got through to . She said she was coming down to get me.

“If you had gone to service desk, she would have called me,” said.

“The person I talked to did stop at the service desk before bringing me here and going in to make sure you knew. I was told you were notified,” I responded. (paraphrasing, was so irritated she said that my memory became fuzzy.)

“If you had talked to her, she would have called me directly to tell me,” she said, pointing at the service desk lady.

I started to say something and she interrupted me and said no she would have told me. So I just shut my mouth because all I could think to say was “Sorry I didn’t know the magical secret procedure to summon you.”

Thankfully I didn’t have to interview with her.

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Stress About Moneys

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This is the first time since we moved out with no other financial players that we’re short a couple hundred for all of our bills. Some stuff can be pushed off until later, but all that is going to do is put extra weight on
the future. I’ve been happy that we have been able to drop our food budget down from 120-150 for two weeks to 80 for two weeks and still cover everything. This week, to cover everything, I would need to drop gas for two weeks from 60 to 30, which I think we can do. I would also need to drop food from 120 we had last week to 50. That is keeping the excess from last pay period instead of putting it in savings.

Savings, by the way, is about as low as I ever want to see it. If we have to replace 2 tires, we’ll have to use credit. It was high enough a week ago to cover it, but dookie-happens took 90 from it.

I’ve been making more book sales than I expected, so ideally I can sell ten or so of the digital or twenty or so of the signed books and not be eating ramen noodles for two weeks. I’ve learned not to hold my breath, though.

I have my hat in the ring in several temp agencies for the hours of 4-11am. I know it’s a terrible schedule to find work for. But that’s the only availability I have for hours. So it’s what I have to work with. And even then, that’s assuming I can sneak sleep in, if I do get those exact hours, between the usual time baby hopefully goes to bed at 9pm to maybe 3am, or 2am, depending on how far the drive is and how much I have to do to get ready.

I had been doing Uber during some of those hours, and some hours while Beth had days off. The problem there is, the hours in the morning I rarely made more than 40 bucks over 4 hours. Take gas out, you’re down to 25 bucks. That’s not taxed, either. So as you can imagine, I really never want to drive uber. All it’s going to do is nail us harder and harder in next year’s tax return. I’m not remotely interested in that.

I really need to suck it up and try to find a stocking job during those hours. I suspect that is a shift that can work with those hours. Plus I know I’m good at stocking.

Whatever. I’m going to go cry myself to sleep now.

Interested to see what information comes up on the true motivation behind what happened in Dallas. I put ten bucks on conservatives trying to mud up BLM.

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About Dump Bin

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If you go far enough back in the dump bin, it reveals itself as previously being a blog. You see, I used to always keep a public journal.  As time went on and I had more to say, I started writing actual blog posts.  Then, I split off to a more private journal that only myself and a few people had access to.

After a few years, I ended up in a year long relationship to someone. Who was engaged. They had left the logged in blog open and their fiance saw it.  She essentially always kept herself logged in and, though closed out the blog, did not get logged out.  So her fiance would read every detail of what we were doing, where we were doing it, when we were doing it, everything.  He just thought that I was some crazy coworker fantasizing about her.

Then one night I wrote about putting in a Marilyn Manson CD called Antichrist Superstar. Wrote how she woke up at 4:30am to shut it off because she couldn’t stand hearing it anymore and couldn’t sleep. I was his cd, from his cd case.  We forgot to put it back. So, he got curious, went up and checked his CD case, that spot was empty. He hadn’t listened to it in over a year and a half because she hates it.  He looked in the CD player, there it was. Then he realized that whole journal was true.

I had stupidly fallen for her, though I knew she was full of lies and I knew she was engaged to someone else (clearly, as they got a house together in the middle of us going at it all the time)… and in the fallout from that, I ended up just shuttering all the blogs I had.

So, that was a long story. After that, some years later, I started what is now the dump blog. I salvaged a lot of stuff from the old blog(s) from yesteryear.

The Dump Blog, for a long while now, has just been where I copy/pate shit like chats and screenshots, whatever it is I want to have on record in case somebody down the road hears some bullshit and says IS THAT TRUE!?!?!?!?  and I can confirm or deny with evidence. It’s an old old habit from BBS days when people would start shit with me or friends, and I originally didn’t save chat logs.  Then, I started saving chat logs.  So when people would start shit and lies would come up, I could offer up the true story.  And it carried on through current day.  Even easier to show as being unedited as facebook code tends to copy over as well.  Who the fuck has time to edit all of that shit by hand?  It’s legit in my blog.

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Regarding Advertising

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I am keenly aware that I hate advertising.  However, I am also keenly aware that I am uninterested in being broke forever.  I am trying to build something massive, and have been for some time. Part of that is, I hope that I can see some revenue come back from what I’m putting together.  Now, I will never be like those clickbait sites we see all the time where 9/10ths of the things you can click on wherever you are on the website, are advertisements, or links to pages full of essentially nothing but links to other pages like it, all of which have tons of advertisements.  It’s disgusting.  I’m trying to keep it to one advertisement on pages with one small blog post, and one at the top plus one at the bottom of pages with larger blog posts.

I understand most people have plugins or otherwise use extensions which block advertising, and I’m cool with that. I do too. So you all will only see the advertisement markers.  Plus, I know I have some readers and website visitors who have been with me for over a decade. All of you know I’ve gone the vast majority of that time previously fully free of advertisements, entirely relying on donations and sales of whatever it is I have for sale at that moment.  Many of you also know, most of that time has been frustrating for me because I’ve made far less than I aimed to.  Even bottom line sales hoping for so it at least pays for itself, almost always fall short.

So please understand my decision to start advertising in my blog.  I also started a relatively short time ago, regarding putting advertisements up on pondbrain’s main website.  I’m slowly working on a different version of pondbrain which isn’t so slapdash.  I would like for everything housed within to feel like it has a reason for existing, rather than just another discarded website on an index of a website that exists only to index things from the past.

Please contact me if you have complaints, or compliments.  Either way, I do like hearing what you think.

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Headaches and Fatigue

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Today I woke up with memories of a complex dream. I typed a little bit of it and realized if I were to type out the whole dream, I would be spending at least two hours doing so. If I typed out my dreams every night, I believe I would average about an hour of typing out dreams per day. While most of my dreams are interesting to me, I don’t think they are interesting to anyone else. That’s why the first dream I was driven to type up in a long time, was the dream I posted as the first post in this new blog setup.

I have been deeply stressed the last week.  Actually, I have felt the stress weight strongly since June 2014. But the last week especially, because our electric bill is a hundred dollars higher than expected.  And will continue to be through the summer.

I was driving for Uber for a couple months of free time. Which amounted to roughly twelve hours a week at most. Sometimes as low as six hours a week.  A couple weeks here and there, I didn’t have time to do it once. I stopped doing it though because the hours I have available to drive are slow  times, which means you actually lose money in the end. Factoring in gas alone, my 100 dollars in pay drops to 60. Factor in that taxes are not taken out, it drops to 30. Factor in ware on the car, drops to 20.  Who drives for 10 hours for 20 bucks?  I’m sure it’s a lot better for people who have electric / hybrid cars. My car gets 23 miles to the gallon. And you don’t get paid for the drive to pick them up. Which often is at least as long as the drive to their destination.

I think what amazes me most right now is the fact drivers get paid less for the Uber delivery service they are starting. The drivers are doing a lot more work. They get out to go in and pick up the delivery, carry it to their car. They then get out at the destination for the delivery, get out, carry it to the person. But they ultimately make a lot less. This is why they pretty quickly stopped requiring people to be driving for UberX first. Because they couldn’t keep drivers. They make less money. They don’t make enough as it is. So naturally, they’re not going to cut into their profit even more. It is no surprise they also slashed the required age of the car. It went from 2005 to 1996. Yeah. You’re going to need to reach further down into that bucket to find people willing to do this.  Good job, Uber.

So, here we are. I’m actually looking at places to apply to pick up a part time job. My availability is from 4am to 11am. It’s pretty awful. It essentially limits me to retail / fast food. I’ve found nothing else that can fit in that shift. Even bank tellers, at best, work to noon rarely, 1pm usually, for part time. Stockboys and early bird shifts at fast food. That’s about it.

What is frustrating about all of this is I’m going to be making 1/3 of what the wife makes an hour. So, I’ll be losing even more sleep, cutting into what tiny free time I have, to make 1/3 the wages my wife makes. Boy, I can’t wait. I should have gotten a vasectomy the moment Jami got pregnant with Ashlee.  I knew then, and never wavered, that I do not want (more) kids.

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Good Morning

I am actually writing this at 9pm. Does that matter? I don’t think it matters much.

There are probably six times a day I want to throw something into a blog. Every single time I realize I don’t have a blog anymore. I just have a dump blog that I don’t want to put anything in that isn’t essentially a copy/paste.

Tonight I decided to create a multi-functional blog. I will be able to blog like an actual blog. I will also be able to post content for my multiple textual exploits. I will have a place to post imagery for web/graphic design, audio, and everything else.