Dual monitors as a (false) signal of efficiency in the modern office.


That sterile brand of corporate America pencil-pushing office mental space is a real mindfuck.


In today’s world, it is essentially a large sprawling bitch-haven of trivialized competitive, peer-driven conformity and ricocheting personal aggravations. Whereas human society was once driven by physical conflict and combat, and all its attendant signals of physical size, power and aggressiveness, it is now nudged along by petty feuds and indirect confrontations of reticence and passive affronts. The new cultural space is shaped by the female mentality which is what Human Resources propounds as the unofficial Official brand of acceptable behavior and comportment.


One such affectation I’ve noted in recent years has been a mindless boast I see many office-dwellers flaunt in proud doses of self-adulation: that of dual monitors.


Attaining dual monitor status has become the established motif of Da Shit in today’s office culture.


For the especially ignorant and stupid, it is perceived as a tool of efficiency and speed. Such people believe having two monitors with which to create spreadsheets or memos actually increases one’s ability to perform such tasks. These are pencil-pushing, number-crunching grunts, for chrissakes. Dual monitors lend nothing to most people’s efficiency other than making them spend an extra microsecond turning the cervical portion of their brainless stem instead of using fingers to [Alt+Tab] or [Ctrl+Tab] through screens or applications.


I was offered the option of dual monitors when I started my present job, I turned it down passively by refusing to answer the vague offer.


Instead, I was given a large monitor, which I prefer to having two smaller conjoined screens. I prefer to use the keyboard commands that I noted previously. My mind works better in conjunction with keyboard strokes; I see no advantage to darting my eyes over the mundane span of two screens when Alt+Tab will work just as well. Perhaps I have a better sense of mental dexterity that allows me to use my fingers more adeptly. But people (some of them) act as if a dual monitor set-up is a measure of status or something, at least in the office park.


This week I was given a project that needed to be completed by yesterday.


My dual-monitored office mate asked if I needed help, but I explained that no, I didn’t. The task was so confined and tedious that having additional people risked bogging down the project with too many cooks in the kitchen. That’s the introvert in me talking. I prefer to do shit on my own because once I begin to absorb outside interlopers into my function, everything will crumble real quick with the obligatory watered down stupidity and questions.


I explained that the task required that I switch back and forth between applications and the tediousness furthermore required that one person only work on it.


To which she gloated, “See, if you had two screens, you could finish so much faster!”


Ugh. What a moron.


I explained, probably in a not altogether well-mannered tone, that I was just fine with using my keyboard.


It’s not that I’m against them absolutely. Dual monitors do play an optimizing function for some tasks, some professions, but not for stupid office, paper-pushing jobs. This lady is slow and has the mental moves of an engorged hippo. I don’t care how many screens some people have, they still lumber through all mental tasks and nothing will cure their innate inefficiency. IE, stupidity.


I resent the false sense of clerical fecundity that so many in the office culture seem to derive from owning dual monitors.


It’s just ostentatious showmanship lacking any kind of meat or utility. Perhaps dual monitors act as a proxy for extroverted people and their sense of accomplishment. The more the better! Maybe this is why using one monitor and its keyboard to control multiple facets of the computing process appeals to the introverted person, like myself.


Besides…what if they need to shift through 3 or more applications? I hardly expect that most people have enough space on their desks for a third monitor and I don’t foresee most sardine-spaced corporations splurging for extra monitor space.



Michelle Carter and her passive brand of female psychopathy.


Why is it when the victim is a man, it’s oddly not really an issue of gender in mainstream discourse, but if the victim is female, the case suddenly becomes the domain of cause celebre to be batted around by all professional female (and male sycophant) victims?


The case appears quite simple, really.


Michelle Carter and Conrad Roy, both from Massachusetts, were dating last year. Roy, who had a history of depression, was trying to get his life together but fell into a depressive spell last summer. As many depressives do, he appears to have desperately reached out for help, maybe for the attention, from Carter. They exchanged about 1,000 text messages. Carter was intimately aware of Roy’s desire to commit suicide. His depression was severe enough that he was obsessed with such plans. Carter, his dutiful girlfriend, and on the receiving end of his stream of suicidal threats, did what any good girlfriend would do. She encouraged him to continue on his suicidal course, and furthermore, she did nothing to bring Conrad’s plight or plans to the attention of anyone who might have been in a position to help or intervene.


Michelle Carter
Michelle Carter


On July 13, 2014, Roy, 18, finally followed through with his tragic plan. He committed suicide behind a K-Mart store in Fairhaven, Massachusetts. Michelle Carter, wrought with apparent grief, made an artificial show of sadness on social media. The sad tale of the loving girlfriend, left behind by the tragic unforeseen suicide of her young lover. She even held a fundraiser for Roy’s distraught family. Nothing terribly unusual until one learns that in the wave of texts between the two young people, a clear and horrific motive on the part of Carter reveals itself; one which involved lulling the depressed Roy into the deadly culmination of his desperate suicide plans. Rather than acting the role of fearful and helpless girlfriend seeking to save her boyfriend’s life at all costs, she encouraged and spurred him on. She enabled his depressive, suicidal course.


In fact, so strongly were police and prosecutors impressed that Carter enabled Roy’s suicide, the Bristol District Attorney indicted her of involuntary manslaughter on February 5.


A Plainville teenager faces charges of involuntary manslaughter after investigators say she encouraged a fellow high school student to commit suicide in 2014.

Police say 18-year-old Conrad Roy committed suicide on July 13, 2014, behind a K-Mart in Fairhaven. Roy was a resident of Fairhaven and Mattapoisett.

The Bristol District Attorney’s office confirmed to WBZ-TV that Michelle Carter, 18, was indicted on February 5 after a lengthy investigation showed that she “strongly influenced” Roy’s decision to kill himself.

According to the district attorney’s office, after finding Roy dead inside his truck, police searched Roy’s cell phone and found he had been text messaging Carter up until his death, which was caused by carbon monoxide poisoning.

“It is alleged that Ms. Carter had firsthand knowledge of Roy’s suicidal thoughts,” the district attorney’s office said. “Instead of attempting to assist him or notify his family or school officials, Ms. Carter is alleged to have strongly influenced his decision to take his own life, encouraged him to commit suicide and guided him in his engagement of activities which led to his death.”


Some of Carter’s early crocodile tears remind me of that type of overly maudlin, disingenuous drama-voice I see so many chicks display on Facebook, Twitter, etc. Standard stuff.




And this one, just 2 days before her court hearing.


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Ultimately, none of it was real. Carter is a cunning female psychopath who was handed the option to enable the ending of a life without ever getting the smallest trickle of blood on her hands. All she needed to do was use her female wiles to play the part of teen angst siren, drawing helpless, weak young men to their death.


All it took was 1,000 texts to coax Conrad to finish himself off.


Court documents show more than 1,000 text messages between Carter and Roy in the days leading up to his death. At one point shortly before he died, Roy became scared and said he did not want to leave his family. As a result he stepped out of his truck, investigators said.

Court documents show that Carter told Roy to “get back in.”
“He was having problems with depression for a few years,” Conrad’s grandmother Janice Roy said. “But we were hoping, he seemed to be pulling out of it.”

Asked if he could be easily manipulated by someone else, Roy’s grandmother said, “he was in a fragile state. But I think he could have been manipulated not to.”

After learning of the texts between her grandson and Carter, she said, “I felt like the blood drained out of me. I don’t believe this, it’s too horrific.”

Joseph Cataldo, Michelle Carter’s attorney, believes the district attorney is overreaching in charging her with involuntary manslaughter. “She was not even present when he made a decision, a voluntary, conscious decision to end his own life,” Cataldo said.


She took an avid interest in the progression of his suicidal plans, but not because she had any interest in stopping them.


suicide text


In fact, when the time came, she volunteered her moral support to her distraught boyfriend. She supported his actions rather than attempt to dissuade him.


suicide text 1


I certainly see Joseph Cataldo’s point.


The person who killed himself was Conrad Roy. No one forced him to sit in the truck while he breathed in the CO fumes. Nevertheless, Carter was negligent and she manipulated a situation in the direction of death; her actions are analogous to witnessing a car catch fire in the rear trunk and merely driving on without alerting the driver. It is such a ludicrous basic point to belabor because it is understood, even implied, that “loved” ones will do all in their power to prevent a loved one from killing himself. Anything less is considered malfeasance of the lowest sort. Even inaction is dishonorable and repulsive, but Carter went a crucial, evil, step further. She encouraged the situation; she did all in her little nymph power to draw Roy into his final tragic act.


Manslaughter? I don’t know. But she should certainly be shamed and exposed and this passive murder should follow her for life.


She is a female psychopath. She has modern society’s blessing in the palm of her hands. She’ll be fine. Just keep tossing her the desiccated remains of fractured, incomplete and tortured men, which currently, seems like most of them. She needs to eat, after all.


As with all young girls in today’s whitewashed world of pop artificiality, we only have to look at a woman’s pop idols to understand what motivates her soul.


Carter proclaims, in a not entirely unflattering tone:




Kelsey Poe. The 28-year-old reality show contestant whose husband died suddenly of heart disease leaving her to freely tramp around on a cheesy television show. She has been accused of exploiting his death for her psychopathic profit.


Bullets flying over Missouri…

What’s up with the ruckus in Missouri? Missouri is like our geographical middle child. Just there. A bland, featureless encumbrance that acts as the fulcrum of America’s self-important shores.

But now, it is acting up (and I won’t even mention Ferguson).

Missouri candidate for governor dies of ‘apparent suicide’

Missouri Auditor Tom Schweich, who had recently launched a Republican campaign for governor, fatally shot himself Thursday in what police described as an “apparent suicide” — just minutes after inviting reporters to his suburban St. Louis home for an interview.

Schweich’s death stunned many of Missouri’s top elected officials, who described him as a “brilliant” and “devoted” public servant with an “unblemished record” in office. Just 13 minutes before police got an emergency call from his home, Schweich had a phone conversation with The Associated Press about his plans to go public that afternoon with allegations that the head of the Missouri Republican Party had made anti-Semitic comments about him.


Nine dead after shootings in southern Missouri

Nine persons died at multiple scenes in south-central Missouri following shootings, Texas County Sheriff James Sigman confirmed to the Houston Herald this morning.
Sigman said there are four confirmed crime scenes at Tyrone, a possible fifth location and a sixth outside of Texas County in Shannon County.
Sigman made the statement as troopers and deputies mobilized in the area. He declined to offer any additional information about the investigation or the believed shooter.
A Missouri State Highway Patrol officer confirmed the death of the alleged shooter. The lawmen said he was found in a parked vehicle in Shannon County. Investigators at about 7:30 a.m. were leaving one of the crime scenes. Two are within a short distance of each other near Highways H and DD.

Suicide seems to be popular as well.

Or, we can get really carried away and try to connect these dots…perhaps unearth a Master Missouri Plan.

My personal DLL file as a pathway to nirvana.

Earlier, my son was telling us about a friend whose father was acting particularly ogre-like and maliciously authoritarian and ill-tempered. To the point my son’s friend simply left to stay at a friend’s home for the night.

After he recounted the specific interaction, I joked that he was lucky he had such an easy-going father of such a gentle heart.

My mother was about to launch into a rebuttal with her memorized laundry list of all my past foibles and horrific examples of wanton destruction that have laid waste to the countryside that is my life and those who know me.

I had to stop her abruptly.

“No, no, you cannot bring all that up. I am different now. I am not the same person I was 10, 15, years ago.”

She halted her stream of contrary historical evidence that would illustrate the notion that I ever have had a gentle, happy heart. She knew I was right, and she made some begrudging sounds of concurrence. “I’ve changed a lot,” I continued. “I’ve evolved and found peace. I found nirvana.”

“Oh, you found it that long ago?” my brother retorted smartly.

That got me thinking.

I have changed drastically. My present incarnation is spiritually and mentally unrecognizable from the beast I was in my younger days. Impulsive, living for them moment, impatient, angry, torn, distracted, self-destructive…that was a different angel. What was I then?

What have I become?

I have consciously sought to elevate my state to the highest level possible and at times, the transformation has been so gradual that it’s been imperceptible. In a flash of insight, I might realize just how foreign, how alien, my perceptions and pattern of thinking appears in contrast to others. I take it for granted, as a course of inconspicuous spiritual evolution, and so familiar has my state of personal refinement advanced that I cannot discern clearly the contrast between my serene heart and the tumultuous chaos that is the rest of the World, of mankind’s scattered collective soul.

I’ve arrived at this point in my life where the crux of my drivers, my personal DLL file so to speak, is so radically different than that of most people that I have intricately alienated myself from any and all communion with my fellow humans. They live for food, for money, for external gratification; they yammer for smiles and physical satiety. There is nothing they seek more than release from this catacomb that is called being human. People spend days, all their money, to consume their way into a vague, artificial, material quagmire of bliss that represents nothing more than cosmetic mirage of triumph, when in reality their weak little hungry souls are content to hop from figurative stone to figurative stone as they cross this large scum pond called life. People are content to move, move, move, jump, jump, jump, in circles, and boast of progress but there is no progress because the path they celebrate is one-dimensional as it skirts our existence’s circumference. It is a simple, planar toilsome ricochet across the surface of this thing they boastfully call a “full life.” A full life for most people is merely a busy life, a life bloated with sensation and emotion but little in the way of pain or sacrifice because these elemental building blocks of character must be disguised by the superficial offerings of cowardly shelter.

Escaping growth, escaping ascendance, is a lucrative industry in our wealthy, fearful culture.

Those who can, will; those who can’t, don’t.

For lack of wont, I am alone. For existing in the present, I am alone with my thoughts. I desire little for myself.

At times it’s as if “myself” is a myth, a faultily held notion of incomprehensibility. My essence is writ upon the shadows of my vanished presence. All I seek was found, and all I found is doomed to have never been lost.

There is little this life has to offer and there is a little I ask. This is the most liberating realization but also, the most mortifying.

And this life should comprise a noble journey toward embracing the hardship of battling through the pain in order to discover and realize equanimity and disassociation.

I waited awhile.

Government should not be in the business of legislating morality or immorality.

This is great. Not because I support adultery but because I don’t believe government should be in the business of legislating morality or immorality. In the process, it will naturally be in the position, in the absence of legislating morality, of also indirectly legislating immorality by extension. I don’t care. Government is not our priest, pastor, rabbi, imam, anything which structures, defines and regulates spiritual or religious agenda.

Such a Korean law, to begin with.

In South Korea, extramarital sex just got a whole lot safer.

On Thursday, the country’s highest court overturned a 62-year-old law banning adultery. Shortly afterwards, the share price of the country’s biggest condom maker, Unidus, surged 15%, the daily limit on the country’s Kosdaq market.

Despite South Korea’s economic rise in recent decades — Seoul, the capital, is one of the world’s most technologically advanced cities — a deep vein of traditionalism still courses through Korean society. The law was passed in 1953 to protect wives who were financially dependent on their husbands — the country’s economy was largely agricultural, and women had few property rights. More recently, supporters of the law have argued that it preserves conservative family values amid a surge of modernisation.

Seven of the court’s nine judges voted to overturn the law, which carried a maximum penalty of two years in jail.