Monthly Archives: December 2010


Developer Blues

You know, I have been working with web languages for about a decade now. I love them to death, and I think that many more problems than most would imagine can be solved on the web. Still, I’d like to contribute something to the world of the desktop. I love the Qt C++ kit. I think it’s fantastic and I love playing with it. But that’s all I do, play. I think the documentation needs a lot of work, and more real world example code. Nontheless, I think it is an awesome tool and idea, and I just wish I had both the time and inclination to do something wonderful with it. So I am blue, I have development blues because I want to create something, but I just don’t know what I want to create.


The Devil in Modern Martial Arts

There is a devil in modern martial arts, a creeping, slithering, and disdainful philosophy that permeates martial arts, and lessens it with farcical sentimentality. That devil is peace. It is absolutely absurd, to think that the “martial” arts should ever be about peace, and this absurd absolute is vehemently defended by the modern martial arts practitioner. The idea is pervasive in the west, and even the east, though I should not need to mention that the entire body of martial systems is not in any way exclusive to Japan, China, or even Asia in general. What has been thoroughly proven in the octagon is this: The philosophy and not the techniques of a martial art is the most important. An aggressive philosophy which is predisposed to council fast and extreme measures during conflict seriously increases the chance of victory.  Even in non-structured confrontation, martial arts like Kali, Krabi Krabong, Krav Maga, Savate, and Hooking which all emphasize violent and immediate action from any and all angles consistently dominate and prove useful in most probable scenarios. The actual techniques used with any amount of consistent success are fundamentally the same. The only way to triumph in unavoidable conflict is violence, and that right soon. This of course should be obvious, and I am not the first person to speak these words,  Carl Von Clausewitz wrote: “Now, philanthropists may easily imagine there is a skillful method of disarming and overcoming an enemy without causing great bloodshed, and that this is the proper tendency of the art of […]


How to have an unhealthy relationship

Narrator: Hey there little Timmy, why don’t you put down that brush of fine, healthy, lead based paint and come over here to learn something about relationships. Timmy: Geewiz mister, you nearly scared my socks off. Sure, I’d like to learn about relationships. Narrator: Well Timmy, you’re in luck, because I’m here to explain to you how to have a dysfunctional relationship with someone who’d just as soon eat their own young as look at you. Timmy: Really? I am not so sure about that. I thought relationships were about love and understanding, not infanticidal cannibalism. Narrator: Ahh, the follies of youth. No Timmy, human relationships might seem like they should be about love and understanding, but there’s how a thing should be, and how it really is, and if you want to survive in this world, you better plan on having relationship after relationship based on distrust, mutual feeding, and a healthy dose of heartless lying. Timmy: Golly Mister, that sounds just awful. Narrator: Yes Timmy, it truly is, but look on the bright side, after 70 or so years of heart wrenching failure, you’ll welcome death with open arms. Timmy: That sounds real fun, where do I start. Narrator: Well Timmy, the good news is, in order to have a dysfunctional relationship and always find yourself again and again in the same position is to not do much at all. The first thing you need to do is let people know you are lovelorn, nothing gets predatory people a flutter like a wounded […]


Praise the Lord

the curtains are down, but they’ll soon reveal a most inter-esting play the lights are dimmed round the stages keel the strings all finding A the woodwinds leap to lead the charge oh how the notes do fester the curtain’s up on our little dirge act I, Jesus Christ, Child-molester Here’s a man of 33, who never lays with chicks hangs around 12 random dudes, you get the basics He’s never married, or so they say, but let’s avoid polemic he represents the God of love, yet in the bible hate’s systemic he says a bunch of preachy stuff, that contradicts his father who promptly has him cruified, why exactly do we bother? I am not involved in family squabbles, nor am I a Roman so I don’t feel much guilt for him, nor think his death an omen They say though he’s the son of God, and yet he is a god, that’s the gist then how can those who believe in him, count themselves as monotheist? Let’s all pretend that 2 are 1, and leave out the confusing 3rd and see this god for what he is, from the eye view of a bird Here’s a man who makes two kids, one out of the other? And to propagate the species, basically Eve is screwing her brother! They all run around nude in their father’s back yard,until a talking snake gave Eve a magic apple, of which eating was a big mistake? They’re all kicked out of daddy’s house, to live a life […]


RE: You spirituality

if silenece is golden, then I must be made of lead and if looking through someone elses eyes is easy then I say it’s something to which I must be led i am not some starry minded aging hipster, dizzy with a purple haze of spirtual pornography, and dread, for the bleak and unrelenting truth that most of us are dead. it’s so easy to say so many things, like this or that is true, but to say is five trillion miles away from the definition of to do. Spiritual common sense, delivered in the form of cereal box copy, complete with one glow in the dark soul and secret druid decoder ring or eastern style metaphysics on the prowl for the ultimate and sloppy come while I am left here, numb, from the loss of my religious bling Everyone is flashing their designer spirituality driving around in God’s Signature SUV, in a sort of twisted upbeat 1984 virtual reality. I am not interested in a big brother God and religious goodfacts nor do I need some faux demonology, that my interests it distracts Almost said attracts. I only want the real, the truefacts. I would say on this that I am intractable and irrascible, Let’s stop this relativistic nonsense and bring about a crucible, Not to see the truth, but to see these McShamans burned, To see all of these false prophets churned and urned If it means I have to give up my freedom to express truth, I’d sacrifice it to give up […]


Yo Ho Ho

yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum a pirate’s life is the total sum of the drum’n pulse of the beat’n sun and that sun, beats as one yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum yo ho ho and a bottle of rum no man’s free, as he could be Fiddle dee dee, oh they never see good and evil’ve naught’n liberty yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum yo ho ho, and a bottle of gin life is the mess, we all are in and it’s no sin, if you begin to be wild outside, that you may win yo ho ho, and a bottle of gin yo ho ho, and a bottle of shine no soul wants to be left behind behind the lines, and when it’s time for heaven on earth, will we toe the line yo ho ho, and a bottle of shine yo ho ho, with a heart of steel not every man can really feel here’s the deal, I’ll tell you real -any man can be another’s meal yo ho ho, with a heart of steel yo ho ho, with an heart of lead the sleeping world is the land of the dead and if you dread, the morpheus bed then don’t be led with only your head yo ho ho, with a heart of lead yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum yo ho ho, till we reach the sun yo ho ho, for each and every one yo ho ho, until kingdom come […]


Walk, don’t run

For a feeling of freedom often finds distress abounding and a sense of daring seeks a release of all resounding in the quick and dreary mind of futures fated fortunes lies a prediction of undreamt pasts unlived and unloved to be Death in all that is wanton and wished for, dreamed a clear vision of the spilled viscera of unmet hopes schemed and we butchers making sausage from the ever flowing gore but the chore of life marches on, the tireless martinet Run! Don’t walk, do you think this is a play? say what you will, of all this dreary parsody a comedy, yes! but nevertheless, in a dramatic way then say you now, speak of what you really want to say don’t hold back, but say it wrong and you’ll rue the day then a slap on the face and a short walk off a long pier know that words and pens are mightier than the sharpest swords, we gaily run to throw ourselves on them every hour, of every day


Put your life, back in the box.

things are far worse than you feared, and life is but a grind we’re all in little boxes here, to escape are we disinclined We decorate our prison cells with lots of fluff and frills, how slowly do they pestle us down, like wheat within the mills With quarters small, here’s the tour, let me get you a seat, you’ll want first row for what comes next, to make your day complete In this corner we have all the things you’ve lost along the way stacked upon toys you never had, and all the games you couldn’t play these are all the valentine’s that you never did receive, signed with love by girls, who you, they never did perceive. this other corner? filled with eulogies that were never meant for you about all the great deeds and wonderous things, that frankly, you’ll never do here’s all those thoughts and fantasies you wouldn’t want displayed be glad they’re locked up tight in here, your own nostalg’arcade Here’s all those little lies you told, for no good reason at all and here’s the ones you told yourself, when you didn’t have the gall to face the relentless truth of your own, suffocating mediocrity and quell the torrential shearing tides, of a lifelong’s hypocrisy Oh Ho! What’s this, last but not least, the finest things you’ve got, all these hopes and dreams, smiles and cries, and stomachs in a knot All those wishes for a better world, and plans for a fuller life all the kids you’ll never […]