4 minute video just showing how I get banned on literally every forum I post on. It's surreal. You're all going to die, but then only if you're lucky. If unlucky, you'll be kept alive if only because your pain & confusion is really very profitable.
2 minute video after my 7th visit to an Apple iService store, on the instruction of AppleCare (who I paid $400 to for some extended coverage or w/e) - my Macbook Air lasted one day before crashing with DDoS. I called AppleCare, they said "hardware failure" - go get a replacement MBA. So I went down, for attempt #1. This video is after attempt #7.
Pretty exhausted. Can you tell?
9 attempts, there won't be a 10th. The last one, Apple sent me down to a specific store to get my firmware flashed and I showed them all the corruption which is truly ridiculous, with Unknown drivers in my Apple / Intel Macbook Air - and these creeps are going "What's the problem?" - after I show them 40 screens of corruption.
I sat there for three hours gritting my teeth whilst these filthy creeps say shit like, "We can't flash your firmware because until we're sure it doesn't void your warranty." - this is Apple iService technicians saying this idiotic insulting shit. Stalling for time. After three hours of patient waiting, whilst they talked to various Apple HQs, they turn to me and say "No."
I'm like "What?"
They said "Call Apple."
I said "Yeah I've done that 10 times, they sent me down here to instruct you to flash my firmware and you're saying No. That's fine, but can you give me some paperwork to show I came down here and that you were unable to assist? Just anything, really - because I've sat here for 3 hours patiently and you're asking me to leave with nothing. Can you just sign a page or something, stating I was here on this date for this period of time and you were unable to flash my firmware?"
And they called Building Security, to throw me out. That was their response. This old security guard comes running over and I was just putting my laptop and cords and shit away, and he goes to grab me as if I was 'refusing' to leave? This idiotic moron. I turned and snapped, "Touch me and your children will be looking for the tuk-tuk drivers who cut up your body and dumped pieces of you around the city."
And he wasn't as moronic as he looked, because he suddenly thought better of it. And I walked out, in disgust.
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Earlier that week, HP called me to let me know one of my Pavilions was fixed. I have two. They lasted 8 min and 2 min respectively. HP have had them for 7 months or something. I walked into the HP Service HQ for Thailand on Rama IV, and four junior managers greeted me to hand me the fixed laptop.
Which um, flickered something about corrupted DOS memory or some shit before the screen flickered off. And wouldn't power back on. I turn to them and say, "This is your idea of a joke - you find this amusing?"
And they smirked, and handed me the release / pickup form and said, "Sign here, please." One guy was giggling. All 4 were smirking.
When I left, 2 were crying. One wasn't smirking anymore. The other one was MIA, having left midway through one of the most glorious rants in history. But then they aren't able to fix my HP Pavilion laptop, brand new. No one at HP Service HQ for Thailand (a large market) has the 'technical' expertise or knows anything about HP firmware. It's funny, they call in the technicians off the factory floor when I'm drilling them with questions about the corrupted firmware packages which all say "Hewlett-Packard" or "INTEL" or "Unknown". The technicians don't know.
They ask me for help, in explaining HP firmware to them. And I try to breathe evenly, because I know there are cameras on me. And I know you're all filthy creeps who don't have the capacity to understand editing, context, set or setting or anything really, at all.
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I wrote some stuff in Feb, after Aun almost killed me the previous year. They came and took it from my high-security apartment, right in front of me. Too horrified to think, I've been in denial about it for most of 2011.
I wrote some stuff this morning. It wasn't good. Only the best since Feb '11. I don't do false modesty. This rambling I wrote was really terrible crap. I cannot write. I don't think I'll ever be able to, again. Funny thing about that. They don't care. The bots, the programs, whatever. They can't tell I'm no longer 'dangerous'. I can't continue to pretend I'm unaware of the 'curious' nature of the programs that suddenly don't work on my machines.
Screenshot utilities.
Word processors (online or off).
Internet.
I mean, there's denial but you can take it too far.
There's evidence in one of the below screenshots. I don't even want to point it out. It only took me 25 minutes of ONLINE activity to get the shot online. Google couldn't resolve Google.com during the entire time. When I log back in after rebooting the system for the 4000th? 5000th? (easily) time this year, my article is missing 2/3rd. It wasn't even good. It was fucking shitty writing, actually. It's all so shitty. I cannot compete with creeps.
Google: No reasons given. If you don't understand what all that bs in the screenshot means, trust me. No reasons are given.
I'm not suggesting a thing. Other than writing is - really, really - hard for me to do now. And I'm not talking about my fury and nausea at the entire world of filthy victims who haven't thought a thought in their lives. They just feel confusion, emotional trauma, shame and pain.
And so they just smirk. They're being so…naughty. I'm gonna kill one of them soon. No one in the - world - could have lasted this long. Am I supposed to hold out for ever? WTF. I'm gonna run out of money in mere months. I'm not exactly counting cash trying to survive, but I've spent 6 figures. I'm at square 0. It's too horrifying to dwell on.
But how can I dwell on anything else.
Above is all that remains of an rant I wrote a few days ago. Deleted. Gone. Oh it wasn't good. It was an abortion. But what do they care. They won't take chances. Unknown errors. I have seen versions of that insulting message in hundreds of varieties.
This is just dumb random stuff from today / yesterday.
This has been going for 11 months now. You'd have gone insane by month 2, you lucky fuckers.
Apple removed your post titled "OS Lion client forced as a server > hidden OpenDirectory / Samba nodes. criminals." because it contained the following:
Discussion of Apple Policies, Procedures or Decisions
I was posting evidence of criminal conduct, by Apple. That's against the terms of posting, obviously, on Apple Community forums.
Hidden nodes. You can't discuss them.
This is my favourite of maybe 2000 images I have of Windows "unknown errors". I swear I got this message like the day after I wrote this huge thread on msdn.com or technet.com or one of the WindowsDev forums - after I found a "1984 Microsoft Bitmap font" when I saved my CMOS using my motherboard company's own firmware. I can't be bothered finding the thread unless anyone actually wants to look at it, but the day after I got this awesome error:
Lavrov and the Stock Wizard levitate over to
the blackened dogmatic catwalk and you eat them. Now swap
buy for eat, then fuck for buy, then ruminate for fuck,
phlegmophrenic, want to go to the windfarm,
Your * kids menu lips swinging in the Cathex-Wizz monoplex;
Your * face lifting triple its age in Wuhan die-cut peel lids;
ng pick Your out the reregulated loner PAT to to screw white
chocolate to the bone. The tension in an unsprung
r trap co
ck QUANT unpruned wing: sdeigne of JOCK
of how I together grateful anyway I was
Its sacked glass, Punto
What is
be done on the sly is manic gargling, to
to blacken the air in hot manic recitative from a storm throat,
WLa-15 types to Tungsten electrodes Aaron Zhong,
feazing that throat into fire / under its
hot life the rope light thrashes in its suds, [is] Your chichi news
noose
/ Dr. Unicef Cheng budget slasher movie hype on Late Review
I keep dreaming about you every single night last
night I you making love Stan, I didn't know him then
it hurts, and I disappear but the nights stick.
Abner Jon Louima Burge Cheng.
Ab ... etc.
I am adaptable for Binzel and Lincoln and Panasonic
my swan neck my shielded arc, my gap of hot fire
Lavrov sidesteps in the long arabesque of equivalence. What is
being this lids clampdown, being this cheek slant
onto something, being this duck breast implant
but what is there
to eat in a specific fang,
defecation being otherwise a welding helmet,
being a gas lens,
being this hot skit spilt on glass
eat all of me like a dispassionately incinerated fish cheek,
I want being phonic into your intestine, to cry
into my own blistered eyes on the inside of your stomach,
not dead as the sea but cracking; disjunctive part
lives will then cancel the asymmetry of self-inclusion,
each of them will have the whole of love in it.
You witness protection flourish as autonomy, CPA Order
Number 22, Camp Bermel, hot white Vietnamization et. al.
Things change. Outside, people are different.
Lavrov becomes fraudulent. He and Johnson
Lee no fuck you. Then everyone necks the gouache to
dream her own acid scavengers, dream his own blood
geyser knotted to cream tied out
horizontally as a tripwire between foot-spas.
WANT HOT ANDY CHENG?
Want the enormous tragedy of the dream?
Last night I
of you very hard and
real I have put my fingers
on you and your fa
ce if you were
here Russ Cheng
I mocking the crap Peisistratidai at reflector Ningbo,
into dead right crunch up your debit virtu Baode,
we present a fist with the power of law. Poetic sound
bites down hard into the fire blanket.
The enormous blackened air strives on toward production
of the zirconiated stable arc, the price war in the mouth
of:
* a stupid inflatable thing "like to a bear."
* Andrew Cheng
(pw is the passion of the non-identical in metre)
Do not leave me for Stan whom you make love with.
Each time they manage to levitate back what happens is you
lose a life Hyundai and make the art screen go black.
Beyond all this the city glows in natural repose,
listening to Winds of Change or Kindertotenlieder.
In an empty window love dead
to the frame recapitulates its stare, you push
it wrong flat lips to the dewy
basin of tin and hang there, come wrong.
You soften inside when
it is all ok, mimicry of the subaltern
love droid voice initiates
longing beyond its own fallacy this time.
The forward ruse, the bright
air reflected in water, the calling
features all defy lazy
song in astriction and flick away the cumulus.
Hallucinate the glass to
push your best face through, making up
with anything
basin of tin and hang there, not gone.
You harden inside as
really virtuosic as wrong, avenging it
the small hurts
like cutting water, like blind eye curfews.
The tack hammer is infinitely merciful. Spread out in the
carpark on the seabed your part lives throw frisbees
about and unblock their genital oblativity; but
the repulsed foetus still in character fastidiously vomits.
Fedora to be signed by Microsoft
By Chris Duckett, TechRepublic on June 1st, 2012 (3 days ago)
Fedora 18 will support UEFI's Secure Boot feature by using Microsoft's sysdev signing service to sign its initial bootloader.
The plan and the reasoning behind it were detailed in a blog post by Red Hat's Matthew Garrett. Garrett has provided a running dialogue on the problems faced by Fedora and Red Hat to operate with the upcoming UEFI Secure Boot enabled hardware.
Garret said that future releases of Fedora will have a bootloader that is signed using Microsoft's signing key, because there is a very high probability that Microsoft's key will be bundled will all hardware, to be Secure Boot compatible.
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