Wednesday, 11 March 2015

Caution: Stupidity Kills More?

Woke up this morning thinking about Salvador Dali and wishing I could feel a similar delight and vigor at awakening myself, Dylon Whyte. Lucid dream drought continues, with only vaguish memories of attempting to remember some esoteric detail during a half-awake early morning pee run. 
Except completely forgetting to instill a useful Mnemonic, such as the other night's Twerpies trip.
Poked around computer cable storage attempting to find what might be needed for installing new system at shop. Overheard SSDD buzz regarding latest technical blockages in more ways than I really cared to and then started pushing pixels. At some point realize that my current freelance occupation could best be summarized as "turning pixels into dollars."

Talk about emulating idol and KMS poster boy Rumpelstiltskin, well except the gold part. That's not true, as I have more true gold than any person could ever wish for in terms of learning, experience, love, family and the things that truly matter. Unlike currency, which as usual, is always in short supply.

Had delicious breakfast, jungle room talks and finally headed off to shop. Bounced head off more technical details, ranted in head and out loud about said details. Finally headed to dads after failing to install printer drivers for lack of correct cable. Talk about irony. New computer installation part 2 TBC tomorrow.

Started day by mounting curtain rod and hanging crystal prisms of all sorts in window. Work was hot and my big feet are not exactly built for the width of standard stepladder steps which were apparently created with Oompa Loompas in mind.
Spring was definitely in the late winter air today And also upon my balding forehead as beads of sweat trickled into partially blinded eyes. Mind was slightly elsewhere, so enjoyed time away from myself with prescribed tasks providing a sense of accomplishment.

After satisfactory prism distribution was achieved came wood stacking from basement hold through trap door as a cool off exercise. Somehow had sense not to bump head on joist, unlike three previous attempts (yay me.) Thought we might finally get to work, but then discovered a triple leak along the central studio beam and had to bail water before getting down to business.

Dad found humour in the thought that Wacom tablet and latest Painter software could not only emulate all the techniques it has taken him a lifetime to accumulate, but also with less mess and overall expense. Although I did have to concede that it's much lest practical for in-the-field painting and sketching. Although I think he got more of a chuckle out of the awful art I created testing our the capabilities of our new store hardware as part of last night's shakedown cruise.
Only managed a single double Scrapbook page and a couple of updates before it was time to pack up and retrieve wife from shop. Arrived to technical news good, bad (expletive bleeped) and indifferent and then arrived home to quenching a literal shit storm of ignorance before finally getting to late supper.

Noticed a few nice pieces on FB Chainmaille and as always found myself wishing that I had more time to share my experiences (plus the organically monetized blog readership to appreciate) before heading back to days second round of pixel pushing. Good news is that results of last months pixel pushing are looking especially flashy in product shots for latest Pocket Art project which is now live and available for pre-order.
A burden feels lifted from shoulders as we focusing on reaching our services to the world as opposed to trying to attract visitors to what was today became a literal cesspool.

This got me to thinking about the old B.A.S.H. definition or how IT feels like the ignorance of the world continually blows our minds. The idea started after watching a screening of the Stupidity documentary at a friends house.

Stupidity begs the deceptively obvious question of just what is stupidity? Resulting in often comedic, yet deeply philosophical concepts vs. common definitions. Like what is the technical difference between stupid, moronic, idiotic and so on.

The final concluded was that stupidity is the infliction of one's ignorance upon others. As ultimately "we do not know what we do not know" is the most base logic. Whereas stupid motherfuckers don't know that they don't know and thus end up inflicting their ignorance on everyone else. Usually whilst consistently insisting that they know this, that, pish, posh or some other improvable nonsense about existence.

The concept hurts every fiber of my being in more ways than it's possible to count. The most important thing I ever learnt is that I know nothing. Why? It means there's always something new to learn. Can you imagine fate worse than actually knowing everything? I sure can't, yet stupid people revel in the bullshit of their ignorance like blind piglets marching in unison to the Bacon Factory.
From this perspective B.A.S.H. is derived to represent a metaphorical club or perhaps better the weapon of dullards everywhere. No wonder IT was once observed that one must never argue with an idiot, lest one one be dragged to their level only to be beat with experience.

Bureaucracy: Automation of Ignorance
Apathy: Result of Ignorance
Stupidity: Infliction of Ignorance
Hypocrisy: Denial of Ignorance

This is the continual B.S. those of us who actually know better than to ever believe must endure each and every day in the face of society's metaphorical scat fetish fascination with the production and propagation of its ever-so-precious manure. Wholly Shit indeed! Something scandalous in the Buy Bull? Better call The Poop with his extra tall hat to sort IT all out!
Keep meaning to create a B.A.S.H. O.P., in the memetime here's a crappy daily doodle. Right now it's hard to imagine meeting the goal of creating daily blog posts, but that doesn't mean I'm ever going to top trying. In fact, fuck Yoda, never stop trying and as always, thanks for reading!

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