Another day, and a couple thoughts have occurred to me.
The way that I passed information to my neocities site using an iframe is because neocities does not use 'Content-Security-Policy: frame-ancestors 'none';'. Which I take it to be a computer science joke having to do with "oh by the way everyone in San Francisco is sick with genetic illness." So that happened.
Let's see what else. Everyone for the last three years has been finding where I am and not saying anything around me, which I haven't noticed because I care more about having enough money to escape then whether dipshits talk. But that means that I can stand in an intersection in the middle of the city and cause chaos by just making everyone around me not say anything in a city wide city block. So. You're going to black ball me and prevent me from having money according to dipshit rules. I'm going take several hours out of my day and stand on a city block within the city and just not say anything while I stare at people. And then the only people that will say anything are your children which will be the "tell". So it's everyone over the age of ten that's been paid off or is in on fucking with the poor. You're fucking idiots. So every day I'm going to stand in front of the Target on 4th and Mission and stare at people until the people around me start talking. Good job. You're morons.
It's like this thing where it's like "he must be gullible, he'll believe in anything". No, I just used to believe in you and now I don't. "He's an idiot, he doesn't notice that no one around him is talking". No, you just stalked me for several years while having people drug me repeatedly and then follow behind me saying stupid shit and I enjoyed the silence. Now I'm just going to fuck with people.
But I added a hitcounter to my website, which is totally not giving me random bullshit numbers and the correct number of visitors in non-numerological values. I'll be collecting IP address information through an iframe and storing it in firebase so I can see which CIA server farm this shit is going through later in the day. Between now and then I'll write something compelling. Oh - and some idiot in the shelter on Fifth and Howard used the keyboard that had hand sick so I rubbed my hands with three different types of lotion until the hispanic guy on the phone started talking about chickens. That's my super power right there. I can change phone calls in spanish. Someone call up Google babble fish and tell them the good news.
See this is the shit that I'm talking about. Look at this fucking dipshit. He's sick as fuck so that he has headaches all the time and he has to have earbuds in so he doesn't disassociate and he's behind a mask so he's sick. And then he coughs it all over the computer terminal and hopes someone comes along that will get sick to distract the people that are making him ill so he can run away. Yeah. Ok. It's like taking pictures of fucking pokemon. It's dumb as fuck. Oh - and dipshits in costume will ask me why I'm "not in the program" (whatever the fuck that means - and after I wrote all this shit and the dipshit in question ran away an old bearded guy in glasses came in talking about "the program". It's some stupid bullshit cult in San Francisco that sickens people - with dipshits playing with their legs like they're magic again. Wonderful. What a fucking disaster. So this is a brainwashing thing being run out of a "the program" whatever the fuck it is and every time you talk about it then you'll have someone attempting to use legalistic bullshit to make your life harder. Same shit happening in the library again.) and do all the pantomime shit having to do with wherever this dumbfuck ran away from (I take it it's a brainwashing camp for some kind of religious cultists where everyone is sick. These asshats are probably involved with differing kinds of sick and having people followed around in costume if they don't conform to made up bullshit rules that involve don't do this/don't do that. If you do any of the wrong things they'll give you a lysosome difficiency and have you stalked by asshole. What a fucking shitshow excuse for a society.). So correlate sickness with every isolationist camp of people between the ages of 16 and 30. We're looking at any camp of any denomination where the people in the horse camp/adventure club/whatever the fuck are isolated from society for long periods of time in the wilderness.
And every time I'm sickened the bing copilot will change the way it will talk to me based on how I've been made sick ("clarity" is a buzzword for if someone is off drugs and "cooking" has to do with how my head now hurts). This will change depending on which sickness tree I'm in. Sometimes the computer will give me intentionally wrong results until I copy and paste the results into the terminal repeatedly and tell it it's wrong - until it determines I'm not a computer or that I'm using the code to in fact build something. So my head hurts on the left side after sitting in front of the terminal on 4th street before the bridge in the library.
And now I'm logging IP addresses of everyone that comes here. One more thing before I go do something else purely out of disgust. And this is going on the philosophical conceits page. People fall for functional fixedness every time. If you're going to trade drugs on the street just wrap the fucking thing to make it look like a birthday gift. If you're cheap and lazy you can use scotch tape and the funny pages from the newspaper. And then just *hand it* to the guy you're giving the drugs to if you're doing it in bulk. The cops can't search your shit unless they have probable cause and giving birthday gifts to your friend or your friends friend isn't a crime. Seriously.
Not that it matters, but here's the latest ip address someone visited my site from. I know that I'm going to find that someone is forwarding the website to some other portal through a proxy. Anyway. My head hurts on the left side which in San Francisco is associated with "Vincent Van Go" (presumably because his COVID died so people can't get sick off his shit?). This causes lymphoma and wall eye that's similar to the aunt of the guy who shot the japanese prime minister or whichever. So it's a form of sick that's going around and killing people that's virulent. I'm assuming that people are pissed because the sick or genetic variation (strain) that Van Go had is no longer accessible to the dickheads that are running the show over at Genentech. Which is going to get me into the main rant that I wanted to talk about today - don't reinvent a dystopia that's already been serialized in a comic book or television show.
So one of the major factors in the war in Mobile Suit Gundam is that the colonists are genetically advanced and the people on Earth are not. Yes, this is stupid. Now take a look at this image from the single greatest comic book ever made. Not my opinion, that is a stone cold fact.
For every artist that makes something the entire time they were putting in the work is a testament to the amount that they believed in what they were doing. Or were thinking about something, because people are more or less meat popsicles wrapped around a cerebellum. Most ideas that people have, even the good ones, have already been made fun of by a bazooka joe comic that was wrapped around a 5 cent piece of bubbalicious. So if you're idea to solve genetic illness is to create a division in society between the people who have genetic predisposition to disease and people who don't you better think long and hard about what kind of society you plan on creating. In this episode of the outer limits (I think?) they travel into the future and visit a society in which everyone has died because they used genetic engineering to enhance humans (without taking into account, say, recessive genes - which becomes even more complicated when you think about RNA and gene interaction wherein some genes turn on or off depending on junk DNA and which DNA you have in what combination). Ooops. Plus there's like Dune and WWII. So those are all bad.
But let's say that you manage to solve all those problems and then the only thing left you have to do is take all the money that exists from every billionaire on the planet and then dig a backyard pool and swim in saffron. What's going to keep the people who you've managed to make rich from being outright murdered because they managed to get immortality and they didn't? What's to prevent people from hunting down Miles Dyson (I mean Yves-Robert Juste) and having a robot from the future trauamatize his kids? What's to prevent your famous invention from creating a monopoly that destroys the world economy?
What I'm saying is that if you have a chemistry set and time on the world's fastest combinatorics machine ever invented, making the cure for disease isn't the hard part. The difficult part is acting in society in such a way where you end up happier than where you started. So you have to think about who you cure, in what order, to be the most fair. You have to think about how you manage to use the money you get from starting from a position where you have a monopoly on the means of production in the first place. You have to think about how you manage to take money from rich people without having those people targetted (or you yourself) as being an upholder of the class system or make it worse by default. And you have to be almost immune from corruption and double dealing by believing in what you are doing and free from the influence of people that would have you work against your own interests or the interests of people you represent or society as a whole. It's not a business problem, it's a sociology and philosophic moral problem. Which makes it so much more complicated than neurochemicals and organic chemistry.
That's all for today barring any bitching I have to do about people not knowing how not to drug me. Also let's not datamine any more James Bond movies for developing superweapons if you don't mind. Tomorrow I'll write about how to commit crime (and get away with it) in a section called "How to Crime (by a naive idiot)" just for the hell of it. I'm bored and telling people how to break things sounds like an ideal use of my time. I still want to get paid rather than rot in this shithole. Pay me money so I can leave. Fuck this place so much. NOTE - the staff in the shelters have been known to sicken the cups with poison (im assuming its antipsychotic but its known on the street as ice because it makes your head feel cold - its odorless and tastless). the shelter staff member at fifth street shelter has stacked all the cups, calls me "boss" (one of these things they do right before they poidon you so you can either complain or be against the freedom of how domeone speaks) and the cracks his knuckles when i take a cup that may be poisonous. from a paper cup in a homeless shelter. its a plague city run by monsters. I should note that I sat down to use the computer again after buying food from a bodega - because I didnt want to be poisoned - and someone sickened thr computer terminal and the "boss man" person is now wearing a mask. So the cups will be poisoned and if I go to buy food the staff members will sicken the computers or something I touch. Plague people. Then they'll be as loud as possible after they sicken you. This is a mix of black and hispanic sickness gangs. The loudness after they sicken you was mixed with a black gang member butping at me after I looked up some of the religious influence of the god altars in dungeon crawl stone soup. Burping after youve been poisonrd is "like" youve been eaten. its mixing plague with a "game" as a joke in order to entrap the unwary. Fifth street shelter should be considered a hot zone for sick. a man outside the shelter was taken away after begging by the side of the highway after having a mental breakdown at about six pm. a security guard had a nose bleed in one nostril which may be a sickness indicator. where i come from people being taken away by ambulance after having breakdowns doesnt happen every day. these are plague gangs.