In case you’ve never heard the name before, Mordechai Vanunu is a hero. He revealed the existence of the Israeli Nuclear Weapons Program to the British press in 1986. The fascist Mossad has kidnapped him before. This motherfucker is a real one, and he’s been pursued the world over by the Israeli government.

In case you weren’t aware, Israel still denies having a nuclear program.

So now you know about a badass who is still being actively persecuted to this day. Support him. He’s still alive. Spread his message of peace, say his name to everyone.

I bought a Pax 3 some time ago, and by far it has been the worst performer that I’ve owned to date. So I figured I’d ping the company who makes it and let them weigh in on why this device is such an awful performer. But before I reached out to the Pax Support Team, I did go through all their support materials on the matter to try their recommended methods for getting decent performance out of this device.

Christmas is over, thank fuck. Seems like it went off without a hitch. At least, no crazy drama or anything. In Christmas terms, this is a distinct win. Nearly every Christmas seems tinged with some alcohol-fueled altercation or spat, people are ceaselessly saying something they regret or, perhaps, things they regret not having said earlier. It’s normally insanity, whereas insanity is not always the norm.

Well, I fucking love the Nuphy Air75 keyboard. I think I have a keyboard problem. I keep buying keyboards, and I don’t need as many as I have, and they’re all awesome in distinct ways. Keyboards are a problem for me. I think it’s because I spend so much time at one, between work and my personal life. I guess that makes sense. My work keyboard might be my most favorite, followed by the Nuphy,

It’s Christmas, it’s 8:00 AM, and I’m sitting here at my computer. I’m thinking about grabbing my spare Monster. My woman went to work at some ungodly hour this morning, and I really don’t sleep well when her butt isn’t pushed up against me. Any time I wake up, so long as she’s in bed with me, I just pull her close and I can fall right back to sleep. If not, I end up rolling around fifty times before I’m able to finally collapse again.

Don’t get too excited, the title is just a word. It has nothing to do with the contents of this post whatsoever. I’m sitting here, not at home, but still quite comfortable in my mobile safe zone. I have a bag that I stuff all my earthly possessions into for traveling, and so I’m traveling with my loved ones a little for the holidays. Look at me, being intentionally vague for operational security. Ha.

I’ll preface this with the fact that I’ve tasted superior product. I spent years as a Pixel user, and I know what a good phone feels like. That said, my current handheld device happens to be the Samsung Galaxy S20 Ultra. It’s also the phone that has me feeling desperate to run back to Pixel. What follows will be a rant about why my phone makes me hate Samsung and what Samsung can do about it.

Just finished watching “Black Adam” for the first time, and I figured I’d dole out a blurb or two about it while it’s still fresh in my brain. First and foremost, can I say how hilarious it is that the movie totally missed the radar of the sensitivity squad? Black Adam is literally Superman if Superman weren’t a whiny little pussy, and actually killed people en masse, and also was middle eastern. Yes, Black Adam is “ISIS Superman”. The only thing he doesn’t do is scream “Allahu Akbar” as he explodes electrically eviscerating hundreds of people in an enclosed space. I mean, Warner should really consider adding that to “Black Adam 2” when it comes out. Maybe he should wear a turban at some point. Have him stop to pray mid-battle. I mean, the dude is five thousand years old and from the cradle of civilization. No? Yeah? Maybe I’m way off base, here, but goddamn.

I’m not really planning on coordinating my thoughts on this damn thing. It’s really just a fucking outcropping of LiveJournal, if we’re being honest. I don’t post technical crap anymore. I don’t really do anything except be an emo douche, but it’s therapeutic so suck my ass. If you don’t like it, you really don’t have to read it. If you do like it, I have to question who you are as a person. Do you enjoy watching me writhe, or are you just appreciative of my strange opinion? Maybe you can be both or neither, I don’t know. I’m feeling philosophical and I can’t stop it. I wish I could, but here we are. Me, writing, not stopping it. Though a well placed cat on the chest is a very good inhibitor, though by no means enough to suppress my writing entirely. I can type quite well without having to look at the keyboard, and it barely slows me down.