I, Fenris Badwulf, I care. One way I have of caring is to grant people’s wishes. Within reason, of course. One little girl wanted to play with spiders: now we cannot have that, now can we? All socially acceptable stuff applies; not only does it apply, it is constantly shifting thanks to the soft headed whims of the ability challenged activists. And since we are gunning somehow for a government grant, funding, resources, contracts, from all this teddy bear and pony posturing one needs someone else to pay the piper, foot the bill, make the sacrifice. Sacrifices are called for, but these can be arranged with suitable lies and untruths: it is the government after all. The next pressing problem is is it doable? Some wishes are impossible; and to determine doable we must get close to the person making the wish. Talk to them, watch them like a stalker, laugh at their jokes, earn their trust, reflect back their statements, and really apply those telemarketers listening skills. Still, it may lead back to spiders.
Archive for the ‘fingerprints’ Category
Bare feet and pajamas are no longer welcome in Tesco grocery stores in Wales, as a new dress code basically says what the whole world has been thinking for years: put on some real clothes you lazy bitches and bastards:
Shoppers in pyjamas and bare feet are no longer welcome at a supermarket in Wales where customer complaints have prompted the introduction of a strict dress code. Signs announcing the no-PJs rule now grace the entrance to the sprawling Tesco’s outlet in St Mellons, a suburb of the Welsh capital Cardiff, that is open most nights until 10:00 p.m.
“To avoid causing offence or embarrassment to others, we ask that our customers are appropriately dressed when visiting our store (footwear must be worn at all times and no nightwear is permitted),” they read.
As a stack of angry emails will attest, I’ve managed to offend about 36% of Mitchievillian constituents in the last two weeks; but since I haven’t hit my 45% quota, I’m going to say something now that I’m sure is going to rattle somebody somewhere: If you are that person who goes out into public wearing pajamas; if you think it is okay to leave your house and go into public wearing your sleepy clothes, you sir madam need a solid kick to your funny spot.
Pajamas are for sleeping in, and that’s it. Sure, you can laze around the house in pajamas, but as soon as even one solitary toe touches the pavement outside your house, you should have ditched your pajamas and put on adult clothes. You’re not 5 years old. You’re not an idiot. Stop being a tool.
It’s not cute, it’s not funny, people don’t think you’re edgy. People hate you and want to kill you. And I don’t mean that people want to beat the living hell out of you and leave you for dead, they actually want to kill you dead. That’s the truth, you bug everyone.
So there you have it. Truth to power, punches to outdoor pajama wearers.
So, the other day Keyser was doing his morning exercises (got to stay fit and trim for the babes!) and milled around on the television, desperately trying to find something to entertain his legs as they go round and round. (As an aside, how can there be so little on given the number of channels that spew out this dreck?) Anyway, Keyser lands on TLC (“The Learning Channel,” he thinks, but that sounds so boring–who’d turn on the television to learn anything?). We appear to be a few minutes into a show called My First Home. Since Keyser missed the beginning, he had to pick up the details as he went along, but here’s the deal as he surmises. (more…)
Boing Boing: Walt Disney World fingerprints visitors by Cory Doctorow
Disney is now fingerprinting visitors to Walt Disney World as part of its ticket-fraud prevention scheme. They’re not being very transparent about it, either: there are no signs posted about the data collection or retention, and Disney’s official line is that they’re not collecting fingerprints, just mathematical representations of same.
Now that our national immune system has begun to attack us in a terrible anaphylactic spasm — indiscriminate NSA wiretaps, meaningless TSA security theater, secret aviation rules and no-fly lists, “free speech zones,” suspension of habeas corpus and all the rest — it’s absolutely irresponsible to gather this kind of information and leave it where the savage toddlers of the national security apparat might find it and wreak havoc with it.
For me, the worst part of this is that it conditions us to get used to being treated like crooks. If you were asked for a fingerprint when you bought a doughnut, you’d rightly leave the store. Why should an amusement park get a walk?
Maybe it’s because the local doughnut shop gets a tiny fraction of the crowds that Disney gets? Try thinking, Mr. Doctorow.
On the other hand, if some lunatic entered one of Disney’s parks and started blasting his nine millimeter, Doctorow would be screaming about the lax security and corporate America’s greed and callousness.
I know most of the liberal nation prefers privacy over any form of life, but some perspective is in order. It is significantly more frightening to have some wack job trying to harm me (or my family) than a machine recording my fingerprint to be placed in some database that no one gives a fuck about until a crime occurs.
Also important is the fact that Disney isn’t the government; it’s a private entity and can (within reason and within the law) make whatever rules it wishes. If you don’t like Disney’s policies, you’re free not to go there. Hundreds of thousands of people pass through their parks DAILY. Disney has a huge obligation in making sure all of its parks are uber-safe. I admit that I am not thrilled with any security at all, which tends to delay things and can be an overall pain in the arse. Yet, I blame the bastard elements who storm schools, universities, and malls.
~ Sisyphus, cross-posted at The Sisyphus Files.