Facebook IS the bully

Once upon a time, I created a Page on Facemuck. It was just a place to share my origami. It was nice, people liked it. It was like a cozy, sunny room with an open door. I could come and go as I pleased.

But this was Facemuck, land of the whore and home of the knave, where all that matters is making money. Big Bully constantly annoyed me with nags about my “business”. Then along came the NEeeew PAyage Expeeerayance. The door slammed shut. I could still go into my Page, but it wasn’t mine any more. I had to change clothes every time I went through that door, and the door was always locked behind me until I changed back.

I locked the door and barred it.

Now I have a Group. It’s another pleasant room, a cheerful place where there’s always a little party going on. I can freely go in and out.

I wonder how long it will be before Big Bully thinks up a way to ruin that too.

wait until Facebook sees my flamethrower


Glossary Of Terms

A word(sic) avoided by those who prefer to use such hackneyed, unimaginative, and derogatory terms as “crazy,” “lunatic,” or “disordered”– the latter being a particular favorite of MHPs, who are arguably the most unimaginative people on earth.

Violence inflicted on the mind and body in the interest of psychiatric “treatment.” It usually occurs in the wake of force. (See FORCE)

Consumer/Survivor/Ex-Patient; a progressive term, in that one begins with the illusion of being a “consumer,” is subjected to one or more of the horrors of psychiatric/therapeutic abuse and becomes a “survivor” (if he’s lucky), and quickly realizes that the best way in which to extend his survival and avoid a repetition of the nightmare is to remain permanently an “EX-Patient.”

Electro-Convulsive Therapy, a.k.a. “Shock Treatment.” Once recognized as the barbaric and destructive practice it is, ECT is making a comeback in the “treatment” of depression; Despite the blandly-worded reassurances from the psychiatric establishment, the ECT survivors’ movement continues to gather testimony and evidence from those who have suffered brain damage in the form of permanent memory loss and intellectual dysfunction as a result of ECT.

In theory, a moral philosophy– in practice, an MHP’s justification for any action he chooses to take. Frequently offered up as a talismanic term that supposedly signifies the MHP’s professionalism and dedication to the concerns of his patient– as actually applied, it would be more accurately interpreted as “sacrifice the patient and protect yourself at all costs.”

A favored practice of MHPs. As well as satisfying their need to have absolute and unlimited control of others, the ever-ready availability of force gives them no incentive to courageously muster both digits of their IQs and look for a decent alternative. To whatever extent they are capable, they would be well advised to ponder the meaning of William James’ comment “An act has no ethical quality whatever unless it be chosen out of several all equally possible.” (“The Ethics of Psychology” — 1892)

The proper description of anyone who is currently being seen by an MHP. Regrettably, the full realization of this hostage-status rarely occurs until one suddenly finds himself struggling to survive an iatrogenic trauma. Be advised: these people can and do take prisoners– on whatever whim they choose– and submit their victims to unspeakable experiences.

Induced in a patient by a physician’s words or actions. Literally, physician-generated. (From the Greek: iatros=physician + genic=generation.) Detailed definition is provided due to a word-related learning-disability common to most MHPs– few seem capable of grasping the meaning of “iatrogenic,” particularly when a situation necessitates appending to it the word “damage,” “trauma,” “destruction,” or “death.” This occurs all too often.

An unconstitutional and horrifyingly abused legal process by which– in the absence of any destructive activity, and on nothing more than the word of a single MHP– a c/s/x can be stripped of his civil rights and imprisoned in a psychiatric facility, with no form of recourse whatsoever, in most states for a period of up to 72 hours. A terrifying and destructive ordeal whose only positive effect is to inspire activism against the legal power of a system that so blatantly tramples the 14th Amendment guarantee of “equal protection under the law.”

A long-overdue correction of the misnomer “Mental Health System.”

“Mental Health Professional”; a politically-correct way of saying “someone whose own problems were so disturbing that they could only be sublimated through the acquisition of an eminently-sane title and the power to control the lives of others”; rapidly coming to be viewed as an oxymoron.

The self-designated (and questionably named) “National Alliance for the Mentally Ill” energetically lobbies to further strip away the rights, options, and alternatives of the c/s/x. Unyielding in its opposition to the right of self-determination, NAMI’s heavy-handed, smothering, paternalistic, “we-know-best” approach works hand-in-hand with the psychiatric establishment to promote force, threatment, and biolence– all, of course, for the greater good. Recognized by the c/s/x movement as a negative and destructive element, made all the more so by its claim to work in the interests of the c/s/x.

Also known as “Anti-Psychotics”– better-known to those for whom they are prescribed as “The Chemical Lobotomy.” The “wonder drugs” of psychiatry, liberally used to “control” behavior through mental sedation and deadening– referred to by MHPs as “psychomotor retardation.” (A condition they apparently consider desirable.) Side effects include despair, nightmares, poor concentration, lethargy, drowsiness, and emotional flatness. Long term use can and does lead to the disabling and degenerative condition known as Tardive Dyskinesia. The Mental Death System at its best.

Sane; also known as Reality-Confined, Lucidity-Burdened, Tedium-Advantaged, Monotony-Gifted, Disorder-Deficient, Overly-Sound, Mystically-Impaired, Mentally-Unenhanced, and Creatively-Unactualized.

Technically, the medical study, diagnosis, treatment, and prevention of mental illness; practically, the only branch of medicine granted the legal power to practice fraudulent “therapies,” create and/or exacerbate an illness in a patient, misdiagnose without fear of legal retaliation, chemically experiment upon a patient without the patient’s approval, shock, drug, imprison, and– should they consider it to be in their own best interests– destroy at will.

From the Greek, meaning “mind-service” (psyche=mind +therapeia= service); therapy, by definition, is “a healing power or quality.” This concept needs to be reviewed by its practitioners, who seem to have badly missed the point.

A disabling disease resulting from brain damage created by the use of neuroleptic drugs; causes uncontrollable twitches, spasms, writhing movements, and other abnormal physical responses. as well as a progressively lessening ability to carry out voluntary actions. There is no known treatment, and most cases are permanent. As this is an iatrogenic disease, it is often ignored or misdiagnosed and the causative medication is continued. Despite the determination of the psychiatric establishment to suppress and minimize the risks inherent to taking neuroleptic drugs, a 1980 report by the the American Psychiatric Association suggested that half or more of all long-term drug recipients would succumb to tardive dyskinesia. There is growing concern that a more accurate figure would be close to 100%.

Although his assault is usually on the mind rather than the body, the same term is applicable, so be forewarned; simply divide the word in two, following the first three letters, and then come to your own conclusions.

“Treatment” inflicted under the threat of force; an all-too-common practice.

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How to say it, maybe

A brief screed and pronunciation guide for science fiction names, in particular those of the inhabitants of Ann McCaffrey’s Pern. This material is intended for those who think they speak English :p

The greatest danger in pronunciation of “strange” names is our perceptual habits. Skimming carelessly over an unfamiliar combination of letters can result in the incoming data being interpreted as something familiar, from a first impression based on only a few letters. Sticking with that, not taking a second look, results in the mangled pronunciation being reinforced!

Our word recognition algorithms are only as good as information and *Practice* make them. Exercising the mind, and self-checking – not always accepting what seemed to be at first glance – sharpen one’s ability. The more new things become familiar, the more effective the process can be.

Experience with languages other than one’s native tongue can help by providing an alternative framework of pronunciation guidelines, as well as merely making us more aware (and wary) of what we see. Or think we see.

When I was a small child (back when God was making rocks), my favorite crayon color was magenta. I construed the color name as “magNETa.” Eventually I saw it as it was. Eh, it’s not my fave color any more anyway.

Accent on the first syllable. (JAXom, FANdarel, ROBinton)
Exception: Double letters take the accent in names of more than two syllables (MenOLLy) – although it seems a general rule that female names are accented on second or next-to-last anyway! Considered this way, Ruatha Hold is – um – a female. As for Sebell . . . eh, I think SEA-bell sounds silly.

Consonants as in normal English, except that hard G may be preferred to soft (by me).

Gaelic-derived names should be approached warily. Guidance is available. You get the hang of ot after a while.

Vowels – a matter of context.
A – Lean toward AH, with some long A in accented syllables
E – Generally short, as in lEft, with some more of an “ei” (as in Spanish). Meh-LEI-na (Melena, Robinton’s mum), Feh-LEI-na (Felena, Benden Weyr personnel))
I – “eee” in most cases (internal). Igen is a problem. Eye-gen (hard G) is my pref.
O – Can usually be played by ear according to context with no unfamiliar twists.
U – Generally a trouble-free letter, unless it gets inserted where it isn’t.
Y – This ambiguous – nay, amphibious! – vowel-consonant does not appear much, at least among the people of Pern. I just want to say, while I have the opportunity, that hearing it pronounced as if it were plying both trades at once is horribly annoying. In other words, if I had a friend named Yvonne, I would NOT call her Yivonne, Yuvonne, Yehvonne, or Yavonne. It ain’t a one-letter diphthong.

Diphthongs and other pairs:
AI – as in “aye-aye, my eye” – AIVAS should be EYE-vas, yes?
IE – I insist that Harper Piemur / Rhymes with bubbly pie fur. (Of course, you will never see a bubbly pie with fur, because they must all be eaten fresh, and sharding well will be if Piemur is around!)
The rare (to us) consonant combo “MN” just had to be thrown in for F’lar’s dragon. If you can’t figure out how to get some M in your N, just do the N! Mnementh won’t care.

Weyr: Weer (not wire or ware)

There. More may be added. Like it or bite me.

Blood Sport – Sort of

Once in a while I go hunting on Farcebork. Today I easily bagged four Romance Scammers. Or maybe (or more likely) only one, with four accounts. The comments I sniffed out are sad attempts to honeybutter a woman. I post them here – with little editing needed, since the names are undoubtedly fake – because they are such a nice example of clustersucking.

James H. Dickison
Hello [redacted],i sincerely apologize for the unconventional approach to you and i must comment you have a good profile and post too,i’ve been trying to send you but it’s not going through i decided to drop a comment if you can send me a friend request if you don’t mind…Thanks and have a wonderful day ahead

Andrew Goddard
I always enjoy … what you share here on Facebook but we’re not friends yet, I have tried several times to send you a friend request but it’s not going through. I’ll be so glad If you can just click into my profile and send me a friend request so we can talk more on messenger. But If you find this message embarrassing please pardon my manners, thanks..

Alex Fair
Youโ€™re so stunning that I forgot my pick up line. I try sending you a private text but it doesn’t seem to work. You have an interesting profile and it really caught my heart, please send me a friend request or private message if you don’t mind .. Thanks

Ronald Watson
Hi, I donโ€™t know if you are comfortable with this but i am sorry for interfering on your profile, I don’t know if we could be friends? … I really don’t want to be rude to send you a request without your permission, I donโ€™t know if it will be convenient that you kindly send me a request. Hoping to receive a friendly request from you, I will be really grateful.Thanks and remain bless


I seldom get hit by scammers, so I have to use vulnerable friends for bait when I’m in my vigilante moods. ๐Ÿ˜œ

Arrowhead Bowl diagram

Arrowhead Bowl

This was my first “signature” piece. I still have seen nothing exactly like it. The only thing that makes it different is the final lock fold; it was a “what-if” that came up during a lot of shifts in a folding sequence. When I saw the final product, I was astonished.

I have at keast one video up somewhere, but it should be replaced, as I have refined the folding process since then. This photodiagram is as simple as I can get it.

Arrowhead Bowl Diagram PDF

Incidently – PLEASE do not believe that you need Adobe Bloatware Reader in order to view PDFs. If you have it installed, do yourself a HUGE favor and take a moment to get rid of it. Then install SumatraPDF, a free, fast reader that doesn’t try to own your computer. I am, of course, speaking to those burdened with Windows. You have enough problems without a great big blob of Adobe attitude.

I run Linux, so I don’t have to go hunting for good software ๐Ÿ˜‰

Bowl420 origami diagram

I have a hard time all around with diagrams. I first learned origami from diagrams, but I’ve found that, for me, videos can be much easier to follow. Then there is the software. Certainly, Inkscape is absolutely marvelous. Too damn marvelous. It has like 369 different line styles, and I can never find the same one again in the mile-long dropdown. Drawing is tedious anyway.

So I’ve decided to use photographs to create diagrams. There’s still a problem with lines. I’d like to use the standard dashed lines for valley and mountain, but programs that have simpler line tools have other problems.

For this prototype photodiagram, I used IrfanView, and differentiated the lines by color. Eventually I’ll find the right combination. Meanwhile, I have plenty of gray kami XD

Bowl420 photodiagram PDF

I set it up in Libre Office Writer and exported to PDF. The dark background is a default for me because my eyes dislike glare.


Now that I have al my main machines running Linux Mint 20.1, I figured it was time to get really organized. The new(er) laptop, LadyLuck, El for short, has a small drive. Also, sneaker-netting files is tedious. It would be better, I thought, to get my movies-in-bed via a cozy LAN. Old Horse could become a beast of burden for files, Zonker could dump a little extra weight, backups would be easier.

I haven’t done any serious networking in years, and then it was a set of Win98 doorstops (not mine!). I know, I should have been practicing with VMs, at least – but need drives me harder. So I hunted down info on networking. Then I got to work on all three critters and the router.

Right away there were problems. Changing the IPv4 method in the network manager from automatic to manual, as advised, kicked both Horse and Zonker off the Internet. WTF. I’d been running Horse headless, using DWService when I wanted to get a file or do an update, so I was skrewt at both ends. Luckily, I did have a monitor on him yet, so after I got Zonks straightened out again I went around and turned the monitor on and fixed Hoss.

The assigned IP addresses were still OK, so I got down on El. Welp, nobody told me about that . . . lol. No, I’m not going to embarrass myself here and now. I’ll just say that a good night’s sleep put my brain in a fit condition for figuring out what her problem was. In a few more minutes I had a happy little family, freely sharing files.

There are a few details I’d like to take care of yet, but at least I know what I’m doing now. Maybe I will fart around with some VMs too. They’re easier to fix and less frustrating than messing up the workstation. That IPv4 setting was a bucket of ice in the face that I didn’t see coming. I’d like to know some whys.

The White Goddess

Beneath the Moon I slept as it rose full.
It was Midsummer’s Eve, and I was young;
Unformed, untutored, but I felt its pull.
In a dream, that night, an ancient tale was sung:
A Goddess who upon occasion sought
Her long-dead lover; her unfettered might
Disguised in mortal form, her spell so wrought
That men must long for her to spend the night.
Each time she came among men, only one
Could she select, one man to try and test.
If he should prove unworthy ere the sun,
His lot was death, his heart cold in his chest.
The story told, I saw her, tall and fair
Beneath the full moon on a nearby hill.
Her robes were white, her gaze was hard to bear.
Upon her hand a white bird sat, so still.
She sent it flying out on thunder wings,
Its eyes dark pools of bottomless desire.
I woke, and saw the moon, a shining spring
Of icy light to set my heart afire.

[This is a true account of a dream I had, sleeping outside on a Midsummer Night many years ago. At the time, I was not aware of this potent Archetype.]


I am a file hoarder.I have files that were created or downloaded nearly twenty years ago, when I had little drive space and my only option for backup storage was floppies.

Over the years a few have been lost, and some have been permanently deleted because they outlived their usefulness and had no sentimental value. But the collection has steadily grown. Not just photos, music, movies and e-books; I have stashed whole websites, some of which no longer exist on the Web. Reference material, vintage software, clipart, backups of websites that I created, backups of files recovered from other people’s computers (I keep those for at least a year). My writings, fan-fic written by others that I enjoyed reading, half-finished stories, rants, souvenirs of odd occurrences, screenshots of every desktop I ever had, memories of LARTs well done.

It’s interesting to poke around in, and now and then rewarding in unexpected ways. Recently an old Internet friend looked me up. In our email exchange, I mentioned some floppies that she had sent me. She said that the files on them no longer existed on her present computer. I dove straight into my archives, found the files, zipped them up and sent them to her.

Files don’t collect dust. ๐Ÿ˜‰
screenshot - copying files