More bullshit from another asshole with a blog

Citius, Altius, Parvulius.
24Aug08

Posted by wafwot

Chinese Girls Gymnastics Logo Did you watch any of the Games of the XXIX Olympiad? Even if you didn’t, you undoubtedly heard about the Chinese “womens” gymnastics team. I use the phrase “women” loosely… but not in a good loose way. Anyway, if you’ve seen any images of the gymnastics this year, you might think the Chinese were following a different Olympic moto: Faster, Higher, Younger. I was going to call this update Au your gold are berong to us,” but I like Citius, Altius, Parvulius better. It’s more “Olympic.”

I watch artistic gymnastics… oh, every time Halley,s Comet enters our solar system. Alright, every four years. But each time, I remember why I hate gymnastics. Besides the obvious reason of being flat-out boring as hell, the judging is done by bitter old crows that can’t even bend over to put the toilet seat down before they take a squat. Of course, these Olympics were no different, and there was an added bonus of an age controversy. Holy hell! I watched the prepubescent Chinese girls and wondered why the Fédération Internationale de Gymnastique believed their passports were accurate. Are those French bastards blind? Gymnasts must turn 16 during the year of the Olympics in order to be eligible to compete. However, the Chinese girls looked like they were playing dress-up with their mother’s cosmetics before putting on a gymnastic leotard that was a size too big and stepping onto the world stage. While the girls of other countries were showing signs of puberty, the Chinese girls looked like 10-year old boys. For all we know, they may have been 10-year old boys! They had no signs of hip widening, no budding boobies, no curves at all. Hell, those girls still had deciduous teeth in their skulls! I defy you to find a 16-year old girl that still has her baby teeth. C’mon! Maybe girls that smoked five packs of Malrboros a day since they were 3 still have baby teeth at 16, but no one else… and definitely not 83% of one gymnastics team! Hey, maybe eating Chinese cuisine stunts your growth. Think about it. Maybe that’s why they’re so damned short. I think I’m on to something here. Stop scaring us with all the weed will stunt your growth” rhetoric, and start a study on Peking Duck, dammit. Pass the bong!

Of course, the FIG says the Chinese have provided all the proof they need, in spite of the fact that several documents have been uncovered — even official government documents — that indicates several of the Chinese gymnasts were not old enough to compete. The Opening and Closing ceremonies as well as the 16 days of games prove that the Chinese government spared no expense and worked very hard at showing the world their best face… right down to forging documents that falsify age. Top that, London!

I call bullshit, and the US Olympic Committee should not let this go! The IOC should come up with some sort of radiometric dating-type test to determine age. Carbon-14, anyone? Although, I’m pretty sure the test would be inconclusive on living organisms that aren’t yet 16 years old. Maybe the only way to tell their age is to cut them in half and count the growth rings. Maybe.

Finally, the image for this update. I made a few, but settled with the best one you see here. A close runner up was a group photo of the Chinese Gymnasts for the 2012 London games, which you can see here. I made a third image that’s funny in it’s own right, but I wasn’t happy with it. Check out an early photo of a 2012 Chinese gymnast in this image. It could happen. It probably will!

I actually received a comment on my last blog update that gave me compliments on my writing, but criticized my abundant use of the word “fuck.” My first thought when I read the comment was to do a rant, something like from Eddie Murphy in RAW. He was imitating Bill Cosby saying, “yooooouuu can’t say filth flarn filth flarn filth… in front of people.” He called Richard Pryor and relayed Cosby’s incredulous criticism, and Pryor says, “Next time the motherfucker calls, tell him I said, ‘Suck my dick.’ … I don’t give a fuck… Whatever the fuck makes the people laugh, say that shit… tell Bill I said, ‘Have a Coke and a smile and shut the fuck up, the Jell-O pudding-eating motherfucker.’” Funny shit, but I thought better of it. The reader is right. I don’t need “fuck” to make my writing better. So, I’ll take his fucking advice and cut the fuck back on the gratuitous fucking use of the word ‘fuck.’ Seriously. I had fun overusing the word in this paragraph, but I appreciate the reader’s candor and will take his advice. Really. Stop laughing!

I was watching the Olympics last weekend, like I said, and my TiVo died. Some of you may know I have two DirecTV TiVos; a Series 1 and a Series 2, both hacked, both with additional storage space. A couple years ago during a sweltering Whidbey Island heatwave, the Series 2 stopped working. My first thought was the weakest link failed — the fan — and the system got too hot and triggered its self-preservation subroutine. Okay, maybe TiVo isn’t that smart, but it still stopped working. Since the Series 1 unit was still going strong, I just pulled the Series 2 from the rack to look at later. Later ended up being last weekend. Michael Phelps was swimming his eighth final for a gold medal, and both my TiVos were DOA. Worst. Timing. Ever.

My spidey senses were telling me it was a power supply problem. My Series 2 TiVo was originally a one-drive system, but my storage upgrade added a second drive (and more heat and more power load) to the system. As a last-ditch effort, I pulled the cover and looked at the power supply. I could see a bulging capacitor on the board, which confirmed my fears of a bad PS. Anyway, I yanked the drives, removing the louder and smaller drive. Using InstantCake, I turned the larger of the two drives into a brand new 6.2a single drive OS and slapped it back into the TiVo. My thought was one drive would be less of a load on the power supply than two drives, and it might power up. I hooked up my ailing TiVo to the TV, plugged in the power cord and… was disappointed. I had power; the case fan was spinning, albeit as fast as a dreidel on January 2, but the drive wouldn’t spin up, and there were no lights lit up on the front. Tha case fan wasn’t slow because of low voltage. The fan doesn’t spin freely when the power is off. It needs to be replaced.

To make a long story even more painfully long, after being plugged in and “dead” for 45 minutes, I was surprised to hear the Series 2 TiVo spin up! It acquired satellite signal and I was watching the Olympics again… although it was now 11pm, and the prime time show was about over. While watching, I did some Googling and found a site that detailed how to fix a TiVo power supply. They replaced the exact capacitor that was bulging on my power supply, so I ordered some capacitors on Monday morning.

Fast forward to this past weekend. I received my mail-order capacitors on Friday, and Saturday morning I pulled the TiVo from the rack again. With my trusty soldering iron fired up, I unscrewed the power supply, and replaced the bad 2200uF cap. I used 25-volt low impedance cap instead of the stock 16-volt cap, and I added a second 25-volt at the C31 position, which was left empty by the factory. It was an easy task, and I couldn’t help but think of my paternal grandfather who taught me how to use a soldering iron.

I carted the TiVo back to the rack, hooked it up, and was disappointed again. No lights, no spinning drive… but that retarded fan was spinning. The bulging capacitor was not the problem. I may have to spend the $69 for a replacement power supply. Of course, $100 will get me a new TiVo. I should go HD, but that shit’s expensive and I have a truck to pay for. What will I do?

On a side note, I won an eBay auction for a Series 1 power supply. Fourteen dollars and 8 days later, I swapped the power supply in my old Series 1 TiVo. Again I was disappointed. While the power supply worked perfectly and powered up the TiVo immediately, the video signal has no color, and when there’s motion on the screen, I get many lines of magenta interference. I thought it was the video cable, but swapping out cables didn’t change the poor image quality. I’m thinking the Series 1 TiVo is dead. I think I’ll wear black and mourn the passing of a 7-year old friend.

That’s all I got for you now, kiddies. I have to go. I have to do my part to conserve energy and properly inflate my tires. See ya next time!

Race Day
26May08

Posted by wafwot

Ghetto NASCAR It’s Memorial Day weekend again, and every American knows that means parades of old-aged pensioners, picnics with friends and family, backyard barbecuing, and motorsports. In fact, I barbecued last night, and those hamburgers were awesome! However, this morning, I can’t seem to stay out of the toilet. Tina seems okay, though, so I don’t think it was last night’s hamburgers. Whatever… all goddamn day I’ve been making what seems to be hourly trips to the porcelain crap catcher. A friend of mine parodies C. Montgomery Burns… “Excrement.”

Since I’m stuck inside tethered to the shitter, I watched racing on television. The 92nd running of the Indianapolis 500 and 49th running of the Coca-Cola 600 took place, and I watched ‘em both. I’ve talked about the Indy 500 before, but watching NASCAR is something new for me to be watching. However, I’m by no means one of those sleeveless flannel shirt-wearing, Busch beer-drinking Southern rednecks or Appalachian hillbillies. You know the type, the double-wide trailer-living dumbass that eats, sleeps, and shits their favorite driver by plastering stock car numbers on every worldly possession, including their vehicles and muffintop women. Holy hell, man!

After 1,100 miles and 2,400 left turns, I noticed something. There’s no black people in motorsports. Yeah, I know, not an original observation, but I found it funny. Tina and I started making fun of the sport, and invented our own sanctioned racing series — “Popeyes Fried Chicken Series.” You won’t find this racing series on FOX, ESPN, or even the SPEED Channel, oh no. Thanks to a multi-million dollar deal, the Popeyes Series races will be seen on BET. And just as the Truck Series is different than the Cup Series, so too shall the Popeyes Fried Chicken Series. Here’s some of the highlights:

  • There’s no more pace car. Instead, the Popeyes Series will use a chase car painted like a police car with a red and blue light bar and sirens that will stay out on the track during “normal” conditions. This will encourage fast driving and aggression. In the event of caution, the chase car will leave the track so the drivers can resume slower speeds.
  • When a car crashes, Popeyes Series drivers must bail out of their car as fast as possible and run like hell from Race officials in the chase car and television helicopters flying overhead. If caught, the driver loses points in the standings.
  • The vehicles may only be a 1971 to 1996 Chevrolet Impalas, any year Chevrolet Caprices, second generation Buick Regals, or any 1985 to 1993 Cadilac Coupe de Ville. The wheels must be 22 inches or bigger and wrapped in anything but Goodyear tires. Here’s an example… and another… and another… and another… and another.
  • The drivers must blare hip hop music while racing, so loud that the trunk lid and quarter panels rattle with each beat. They must also drive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand hanging out the window, without sitting upright in the driver’s seat.
  • To add a bit of a challenge to the race, each car will be equipped with an unregistered hand gun that may be used while passing to take other drivers out of the race, “drive-by” style. Points will be earned for every drive-by that results in a wreck.
  • While it may not meet normal NASCAR safety standards, all Popeyes Series drivers must wear pants that hang around the ass and expose at least six inches of underwear. Helmets are still required, but must have Kangol or FUBU printed them, and be worn sideways.
  • All cars must have a passenger seat, and drivers must fill that seat with one of his homies or one of his ‘hos. During pit stops, the pit crews may only supply Olde English 800 or Colt 45 to the driver.

Hopefully you’re laughing at all that nonsense, and not thinking I’m a racist. Racism is, basically, discrimination based on skin color. I’m definitely not discriminating against black people… I’m just making fun of the stereotypes. This is no different than the stereotypes of rednecks and hillbillies mentioned above, or the time I poked fun at the driving skills of Asian drivers 18 months ago, so don’t get your panties in a wad. In fact, here’s a picture of me looking apologetic.

Okay, I had planned on writing more. I made another graphic to segue into another “race” issue, but I think I’ll save it for another day when I’m not playing King Wafwot, ruler Bathroomia. Hope everyone has a great Memorial Day holiday.

Goddammit!
30Dec07

Posted by wafwot

Cheaties - The Breakfast of Cheaters Woopty fucking doo. The New England Patriots finished the 2007 season undefeated; only the third team in NFL history to do so. Before we all get giddy and vote Mr. Belicheat coach of the year, or Shady Brady athlete of the year, remember they were caught cheating! They are cheaters and will always be cheaters! Cheaters shouldn’t be rewarded!

On top of that, they’re not the greatest team ever, no matter how much ass felching Madden, Collinsworth, Michaels, Buck, ad nauseam, does. The Colts in week 9, Eagles in week 12, Ravens in week 13, and Giants this weekend showed that the Patriots can be beat. The Giants played a really good game Saturday. Did you watch it? Fuck, it was simulcast on three networks like a goddamn Presidential speech, and had six hours of pre-game coverage (no kidding) on the NFL Network! That matches the longest-ever pre-game coverage of a Super Bowl game! Collinsworth and Gumble were fawning all over themselves, clearly biased towards New England. You could almost hear their gagging as they gobbled up Brady’s cock and caressed his coin purse like a five-hundred dollar whore. I so wish I could have muted the television and listened to a New York radio broadcast. Everyone in broadcasting and the NFL brass wanted New England to go undefeated for the season. Most fans wanted to see justice for spygate. The almighty dollar wins again. I’m hoping they suffer a meltdown in the playoffs; the Patriots are due for a loss…

On a completely different subject, but one that still pisses me off, is Washington State’s new cell phone laws. During the holidaze, the WSP has been running television ads about drunk driving and seat belt, calling it their “emphasis patrol,” which is a politically correct way of saying “you will comply or we’ll rape your ass.” I’ve ranted about seat belts before, so I won’t cover it again. This time I’m peeved at the incongruity of the State in which I live. A new cell phone law, RCW 46.61.668, which goes into effect January 1, 2008, states that you can only be busted for text messaging as a secondary offense. This means that you have to be breaking some other traffic law before you can be fined for text messaging. This is completely stupid when you compare it to the seat belt law which is a primary offense. Somehow, the State feel that text messaging isn’t serious enough to make you stop doing it, unless you kill someone… then they’ll only fine you $124. How can Washington make text messaging a secondary infraction, but putting your arm around someone while driving or not wearing a seat belt a primary infraction? The logic escapes me! I personally watched a woman text messaging in stop and go traffic roll right into the back of another car on Interstate 5. LDriver and I busted up laughing because we watched the whole thing happen. I even directed LDriver’s attention to the impending incident as the woman was coasting; “Hey, watch this… {crunch}”

Let’s put this in perspective, shall we? If you’re not wearing a seat belt, which is not putting anyone in harm’s way, you can be pulled over and fined $124 in Washington State. However, some teenage twat, continually taking her eyes off the road and risking the lives of everyone in her immediate area of the highway (in both directions) while she text messages her slutty girlfriends about Ryan Seacrest, or some such shit, is perfectly acceptable? Great googly-moogly, man! How does that make sense to anyone? Only if Miss Snottybitch is going too fast, or swerving in her lane, or not indicating a turn will she be pulled over, then she be ticketed for both infractions. Yeah. This makes total fucking sense. Thank you RCW 46.61.668, I feel safer now. U R my BBF, LOL.

Even Washington’s new hands-free law (effective July 1, 2008) is a secondary infraction. Why is the harmless act of not wearing a seat belt a primary offense, but threatening the lives of others with a Scion xB hurling down the highway at seventy miles an hour, with a Hello Kitty cell phone glued to your head a secondary offense? Stupid retarded lawmakers. Maybe if Governor Mudcutter's Continental gets broadsided by some jackoff on a cell phone both new laws will be changed to primary infractions.

This very blog update is the 28th update in 2007, and the 158th since January of 2005. Actually, there were a few updates in late 2004, but when I upgraded to WordPress, I left the 2004 updates out. This is probably the longest and most active my domain name has ever been in its 10 years. It started out as a cock-waving novelty. In 1997, not many people had real domain names for their home page. Most were stuck with a home page at theirisp.com/~username. Having your very own domain name roxx0r3d, and was an indication of your l33tness! Okay… maybe that was all in my head.

I was working at an ISP (Galaxynet) at the time, and hosted wafwot.com on their servers. I eventually moved the domain name to its own dedicated server at Galaxynet before moving it to a hosting company in Florida, a virtual private server (VPS) in Renton, and finally a VPS in Seattle. Now I own wafwot.net and wafwot.org, along with wafwot.mobi and several other domain names.

Yes, wafwot.com turned 10 years old this month. I registered it on December 17, 1997, back when the only domain name registrar around was Network Solutions and domain names cost $35 per year. Today, Network Solutions still exists, but there are almost 900 different domain name registrars and domain names can be as low as $5 per year. This got me to thinking about how far things have come since I registered wafwot.com.

Microsoft Internet Exploder 4 and Netscape Communicator 4 were in a browser war, and Windows 95 was the OS that most of us used. Windows 98 was only in beta testing in December 1997, and my i486DX-33 was running OS/2 Warp 4 for the “superior” multitasking capabilities. Yes, I hated Windows even in 1997.

Speaking of wars, modems were king of Internet connectivity in 1997 (for consumers), and USRobotics and Rockwell/Lucent were in a battle to break the 33.6k barrier and deliver 56k speeds over a copper phone line. I was running a Bulletin Board System (which is why I ran OS/2 Warp) in 1997 on that old i486DX with a 33.6k modem. The fastest CPU available was the Intel Pentium II, which ran at a blistering 300 MHz, and an 8MB x 32bit SIMM of EDO memory was over $100. Those were the good ol’ days!

Many people had no idea what an MP3 was in 1997, but thanks to a new program called Winamp, we all learned quickly. No one knew what an iPod was, and in fact, Apple was in serious financial trouble in 1997 before Steve Jobs stepped (back) in to save their happy gay rainbow ass… and look at what the MP3 did for Apple!

There’s plenty more Internet and computer history from 1997, but I’m tired of typing, and should actually go to sleep. Four in the morning is only six hours away. I’ll Wikify this nonsense at work, which better be a short day. If you remember your computer or the Internet from 1997, tell me about it in the comments section. See ya next year!