I did not start another subject. I use and enjoy so-called Linux OSes. I am a member of a group of users sometimes called Distro-Hoppers. We like to try different flavours of Linux just for Shits and Giggles. I think some Distro-Hoppers are serious people, who are at work and have lots of Book-Learning. I am not. I am a hobbyist Distro-Hopper. I have just made a Bootable USB stick that starts a Linux called CleanLinux. It is made by Intel [yes, satanic, I know]. It is said to be rolling release, so that it is always up-to-date. That is okay, I like farting around and I don't care if a thing doesn't work. Sometimes I love a Linux that DOES work. This one starts-up and runs a GUI. Out-Of-The-Box. No need to install it onto a hard drive. [I can install it to a hard drive if I want, but in Linux-World, many Bootable Distros run just fine from RAM, not need to use a Hard Drive. In fact, that is what I always do. I do not pic a hard drive to boot from using a menu on start. I give the OS a hard drive, to use. I try to keep my Linuxes isolated from one-another. I like best, the Distros that start live and display a GUI right at the start. SO, I thought, hey, a smart five year-old can run this [boot to a desktop]? I am gonna try it! I only just started it up and HOLY CRAP, it is sure FAST AS HELL. Its documents are written by half educated [deleted]s. It is really new. And is meant for users that know some stuff, WAY MORE THAN I KNOW. But it starts when I hit the power button and turn it on. Now, um, I have to endure the documents which are concocted by a pack of retards if I want to progress, to use the OS and not just look at the pretty Desktop [GNome Shell and it runs YouTube on first try]. Why do I write this here? I am bored. [I don't recommend it. I know better than to try that]
I readed that it uses flat-packs and those other kinds of installers. They already have all the stuff you will need, in the package. I do not know how to make those work. Yet. I may not install it RIGHT NOW. I can wait. I can read some Docs if I feel like it. I can ignore it too, if I want to. I have an use ManjaroOS, which is Arch Linux [with a pretty GUI] I don't get lost, or dazed and confused, when using it. IT JUST WORKS. All I see of the whole [clearlinux] OS right now, is a GUI desktop. That is more work [and might be too much work, I don't know, yet] So, Back to my Manjaro Linux OS. I don't hate Intel or IBM or ZoomBang either, I don't care. I just want to look at porn and play some games. Isn't that what this PC is for?
This is what it looks like. I know only how to boot to it and, once I am in, I know how to double-click some stuff. https://photos.app.goo.gl/HJTP7W6uHQHFSoaDA
I made the sound work. Sound was easy, it works like most other Linuxes. The NVidia video works OOTB. So does the China Sound Card I got. I began my trip in Linux-World at version .999 of Slackware. UM. This is a lot easier to deal with. UM, if you know Linux, you will know that Slackware Linux is a Granddaddy OS. And so is Arch [my daily driver] This one, called ClearOS means nothing, it is not installed to the hard drive. Yet
I have to get steam working [first, I have to install the ClearLinux, FUCK]. As I get older I am gonna become a fuckin retard and then I will use a Ipad Iphone and Android [Mac? Nope, I am broke and I wouldn't anyway]. For now I still know how to cut bait.
There are lots of ClearOS install tutorials available to view on youtube. I like that. I find most Linux OS shown in the youtube are NOT installed or used on Real Hardware AKA Bare Metal. I can. I do. I never use a VM. Don't tell me it is as good as the real thing, that is not true. I know how to cut bait already.
I switched the Hard Drive and then failed to install it. No HDD detected after install on boot. I think the PC is set up for EFI. I am too lazy and don't really want to fuck around with BIOS. I hate that crap. I will get UNLAZY some day. Maybe not though. Arch Linux is fine [Manjaro OS]. I am glad I have it.
Don't have a shit, okay? Just irgnore it, move on. I think the BIOS setup is for the NOT-EFI [I forget what it is called]. I don't care. Too much.
Some days I work from home and many of those days are 16 hours work ones. I once hoped that this would stop happening, but not anymore. But I've made this nice little rule that for the last 4 hours I could smoke one. And this made things much nicer. Wonder why the fucking capitalist pigs never thought of that to boost productivity. Oh...
Anyway, here's some of the music I've listened to today Brassens > Trenet > Vian > various french > Tiger Lillies, the Births, Marriages and Deaths album)> ethiojazz And a fucking great dark cabaret compilation
I used to work as an employee, now I am self-employed. It still happens, that I do work 12-hour days, but not without proper compensation for that. I'm a self-made man. Not a capitalist pig. But I never smoke, when I have to work... it gets me sedated, where I need all of my creative rage. Smoking is a recreational activity, not a work-related one.
I had a attitude about pot. I thought I could do anything stoned and do it well. I think that was wrong in so many ways. When I was 18 years old [or was I 28?] and was snagging my way Up a hundred meters of rock. I did that, the climbing, because a guy I knew was doing it before me, He said, COME ON BILES!!! I had a puff of smoke and followed him up. About Half Way Up, people down, on the bottom were laughing and clapping, but me and the guy climbing, we weren't clapping. I thought to myself WHY THE FUCK AM I DOING THIS? I never asked my friend why or how he felt, WHY DID YOU CLIMB THAT ROCK????? Since those days we have lost touch. I have no answer to the Q: So, what did you learn? What is the moral to the story What is the punch-line of the joke? In this town, a year ago, a 16 years old [a kid, a teenager, one of those young men who thinks I CAN DO ANYTHING!] was skateboarding with his friends. A dozen of those teens was gathered around, doinf stunts. I bet anything all of them were cheering as that kid flew around, like superman. He took one too many of whatever he was ingesting and his heart did the Putter Putter Putter, FAIL thing, and he dies, on the concreted, while his friends were laughing so hard that they did not respond to his groans, they just laughed. And now there is talk by SOME [fucking idiots] that the skateboard Park should now be named AFTER THE KID WHO ODed. WHAT THE FUCK? There is nothing, not a thing admirable about that kid's trip. It is a LOT OF FUN, tho be acrobatic, to whizz around, like superman or robin hood. Ooooh, I can do anything, WATCH ME!!!! WHAT THE FUCK? I know [knew?]some guys [and gals too] that spent their time walking along a path THEY PLANNED. They are thinking about that bong, and that packet of white powder and they are thinking, but SOME DAY I WILL BE FIFTY. I mean to say that There are no BIG SIGN POSTS erected around ya when you are fucking up. Most people who make the wrong decisions don't even know they have made mistakes until they are fifty. or 70 maybe? Imagine being 70, a old man, and having together salvaged copper in a shopping cart, watching for the cops. I imagine not having CAB FARE when one of your knees doesn't work anymore? TOO LATE. Few of us listen, and do as we are told, when we should. Many of us laugh at the other young people around us, when any of em says, NO, THANKS, NO. I have done enough. I AM FINE. Thanks. I think, soon, the Town Here is going to name that park after that dead kid who ODed. I think that is as stupid as snorting speed in an ally accompanied by a [deleted], and not having any cab fare to get home. What home? Elon Musk should not publish pictures of himself making mistakes. Read about King Joe Blow? NOPE, ya didn't. When Joe Blow fucked up and his life began to turn into a installed package of consequences, there weren't may monuments erected for him [perhaps as a propaganda thing, like DON'T DO THIS!]. SO, why are we doing that in this town? It seems that EVEN THE GREAT ONES Climbing around on rock faces, not thinking clearly, and have only 1/10th of an idea WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOUR DOING???? Learn to the feeling ya get after attaining a goal. And don't be stoned out of your mind when doing it. Nobody will learn anything good by looking at that and screaming WOOOOOOOOOOO. They won't cream OOOOH. They will, most of them, wait till they are 50 and then they will say OOOOOH [FUCK]
I think most people DO NOT have a plan. When I see 40 years old men dragging around [stolen] shopping carts full of copper. Who do not have any smokes, Looking on the around for buts. I don't say, SO, did you learn anything from yer mistakes? I don't say that. But I do think that!. There is lots of stuff in life that needs NO laugh track. There is lots of stuff to do that is NOT done for anyone's applause. There is a trip called life. And OH MAN, it is a wird trip. Smoking weed is only right for some time. And even then, there is NO NEED AT ALL to augment reality, reality is wird as hell with NONE OF THAT. BUT if a poor old man with a buggy has no smokes, I will STILL give him some smokes, no lectures. NO preaching. I hate those preachers. They are fakes, and those of The Greats [many of those men are guilty fakes] have monuments. I see those everywhere. Don't offer to buy food for a old hobo. Give him five bucks and SHUT THE FUCK UP [want a fucking medal? Bullshit]. Just give him five bucks [don't ask for his last name or date of berth FUCK]. He will forget your in a few minutes. You will forget him too. His name, but not his circumstances. We don't do this trip [life] so we can be great or even be called ..... OR SEEN AS GREAT. There are too many people around me who know SWEET FUCK ALL. They think, Just hit the re-set button! PFT. Life is a grind. But Cab Fare in the pocket is a Great Reward in later years. [I am lucky, it was an accident to live in a land where STUPID ASSES and OD and get statues built in their memory. I know I could have ended up, in my senior years, Collecting Beer Cans and Copper wire. I know what could have happened and I am so lucky I had a way out, I LUCKED OUT, and don't have to do that. I am so lucky to have survived the 100 meter climb up that rock face, and so many others]. Saying NO.THAT'S TOO HARD, give me another drink, or glass of vodka! Is nonsense, get over it!!!!. It is possible to be content, IF YOU HAVE A PLAN, set yer goals. Realise that in life, there IS NO RE-SET BUTTON [There is time enough for love I hope]
Few weeks back. I was taking a short-cut down some stairs in this building. This place is said to be made for Disabled People. I give alms. Every day I do that. I give. But there comes a time..... ... On the steps leading down the stair-well, was a man who was sitting uncomfortably on some steps, he was stuck. Old man in a hall knew he was there, stuck, so did a old bitchy woman on the ground floor. The man in the stairs was calling HELP. SOMEONE HELP! I saw him, and he gave me a puppy-dog look. I know what he was gonna say. He must have been 200 kilograms Hey Man, I said, where is your [Big Motorised] Mobility Thingie? Why you stuck in the steps? He said, the elevator doesn't work. I cannot use my Mobility thingie on the stairs. No fire alarm was sounding. There were no signs by the elevator saying ELEVATOR IS BROKEN. I saw, on the ground floor, there was a lady there. She heard the man. So did I. in this building, the elevator can be reset IF your keep pressing buttons. Like a two year-old, the elevator is not very smart and just resets. The very fat man was too impatient and decided to go down the stairs on foot. He IS TOOOOOO FAT. He got stuck there. The old lady said, what are you gonna do? I said.... Nothing I can do. He is on his own. Too Bad So Sad, Someone Put Sand In His Vaseline. Can't you help? That old lady said? NO [I can't and I won't]. She, that granny, looked at me like I have just taken a shit right there, or something. She looked at me with the I WILL REMEMBER YOU look. Fuck her. Fuck him, Fuck them all. Sometimes I have to do what I can for myself. I already have enough consequences for my bad choices. I am not gonna share in a fall, and break a leg for a Too Fat Retard. Have another heart attack. No Fucking Way. The place wasn't burning. I knew and know, that 20 men came with all their rescue gear, their oxygen tanks, their climbing winches, while I was out enjoying a burger. When I got home, he wasn't there. Neither was that Old Bat who looked me over like I was taking a shit. I don't have time FOR SOME BULLSHIT. That old man was paying for his bad decisions, I WAS NOT GONNA BE PART OF THAT CRAP. 200 KG? What the fuck was that guy thinking? Am I surrounded by idiots? Yeah, I am. An idiot too, sure. I ain't 200 KG, so I did something right. Not every decision I ever made was a TOTAL FUCK UP. That fat old man may some day burn this place down with his smokes [twice since I moved here, parts of this place have burned down, Cigarettes in a old wooden 5 story building???? WTF?? This complex has had two lethal fires in 6 years. Hundreds of people homeless instantly, and a couple dead. Poof. WTF???. I can't stop that nonsense. I don't have the energy. [I heard about it later, from someone else] That old bitch didn't help him, she just waited around in the lobby and asked too many stupid questions to the men in the rescue crew. They had a job to do, and she didn't. I know that in many lands, the fat man in the stairs would have been robbed and beaten, and found once he starts to stink. I know that. I don't wish for it] There is a hamburger waiting for me, down at the corner. Mmmm. I am on my way.
I am not likely to get stalked by hyenas or something. I don't very often think: I know what needs to be done. Just listen to me! I don't want to be an influencer or a Great Man. Fuck that noise. Most of my comfort now is because of accident. Was not because a plan I made. One day, way back when, I did not have a second steak and lobster. I never did that. I didn't have a plan, no. But I have never gotten so fat I couldn't get out a stair-well. Simple. I never caught the bubonic plague either. I skipped that part of things, by accident mostly. BUT. I did not have two steaks and lobster dinners. I did that right. Name a park after me? PFT.
Come on froggie, nobody suspected you were a capitalist pig. But now come and think outside the box for a bit. What you see as dedication might be just another form of subjugation. And most of the fancy office jobs might just be modest modern clerk jobs that we aren't used yet to see as such. I'm talking "top notch" jobs like programming and even most of the research jobs. There's nothing to be proud about.
