The Original Slashdot F.A.Q. (Circa 2006)

Published: August 15, 2017 2017

On my author website, I have a Slashdot page with an old joke: “There are 10 kinds of people on Slashdot. Those who see my picture, go back to Slashdot and leave a comment, ‘You’re a fat retard.’ And everyone else.” If you know binary, “10” is actually “2” in decimal. That page was actually a pale imitation of a longer Slashdot F.A.Q. that I had back in 2006. The purpose of these pages was to have a signature link for my website in my Slashdot comments. Twenty years ago, a signature link would have generated 3,000+ clicks from Slashdot (enough to crash a web server via the “Slashdot effect”). Ten years ago, 300+ clicks. Today, 30+ clicks. Slashdot is just a pale imitation of itself these days. While sorting out some old electronic files on my file server, I came across the files for the original Slashdot F.A.Q. from 11 years ago. Reproduced below with some minor editing.

C.D. Reimer in 2006
C.D. Reimer in 2006

I frequently read and comment on Slashdot, a techie news discussion website. Because of the quality of my posts and my article submissions, I’m a highly rated commentator and moderator. I occasionally catch the attention of trolls (Anonymous Cowards). This F.A.Q. answers some of the questions that I’ve gotten over the last several years.

Why are the fat-loving /. retards after you?

Since my homepage link is visible when I post comments on Slashdot, fat-loving /. retards visit my website, see my picture, and go back to Slashdot to leave a comment to insult my appearance. There are several different commentary and/or personality styles.

  • “wow u r fat” — Might be a 14-year-old wanker who never graduated from nursery school and doesn’t know how to use more than seven letters.
  • “I bet you run out of EVERY color trying to draw a self-portrait don’t you fatty?” — A slightly more intelligent 14-year-old wanker.
  • “Hey here’s a joke for you, you fat tub of monkey shit.” — This 14-year-old wanker needs some serious mental help.

The typical fat-loving /. retard thrives on putting people down at every opportunity. The best method to deal with them is to call them out on it. They are like peacock-strutting bullies until someone gets into their face and they run away like the anonymous cowards that they are.

Are the fat-loving /. retards correct that you are “morbidly obese”?

The technical definition of morbidly obesity is being twice or more than your ideal body weight, all forms of dieting has failed to work and suffering from negative health effects. I weighed 400 pounds as a teenager, which was twice my ideal body weight according to doctors at that time. After I got a bicycle for my sixteenth birthday in 1985, I rode all over the county and lost 70 pounds of weight that summer. My riding weight was 325 pounds for 20 years. I then gave away my bicycle and I went to the gym. After a year of weight training, I’ve bulked up to 375 pounds, found it difficult to buy 4XL t-shirts at the stores, and let me weight drop down to 350 pounds. Except for seasonal allergies, I suffer no negative health effects. So, no, I’m not morbidly obese. But there are still plenty of people who love to argue with me on that point.

Isn’t the fat-loving /. retards correct that you’re fat and ugly?

I’m fat and ugly. So what?

Don’t the insults from fat-loving /. retards get on your nerves?

Not really. After living with the nicknames like “Titanic” at school and “Tortuga” (“turtle” in Spanish) at a restaurant job before I started my technical career, and being called everything else under the sun by my mother, it’s very hard for anyone to come up with an original insult that would offend me. Since I’m improving my physical health by dieting and exercise, nobody can say anything that will discourage me or hurt my feelings. One of the things about working out is that you become more confident about who you are as a person. The fat-loving AC /. retards go after me because I have something that they don’t have: confidence, self-respect and a willingness to change.

I saw your Slashdot signature: “Only fat-loving /. retards drool over my website pictures. Perverts.” How come there’s no fat porn on your website?

Sorry, I’m not running that kind of website.  Go find your fat porn somewhere else. Pervert.

Welcome to Kicking The Bit Bucket Blog!

Published: May 15, 2013 2013

After shutting down my 15-year-old BBS/website/blog, Once Upon An Albatross…, at the end of last year, I put the replacement blog on the bottom of my to-do list and forgot about it. If I didn’t have the time to fiddle around with a personal blog about Silicon Valley and California life, I probably wouldn’t have the time for it later on. The replacement blog came bubbling up on my to-do list this past month, going from a vague idea to something concrete.

Meet the new blog, same as the old blog.

Over the last few years on OUAA, I figured out what I wanted from blogging: being able to comment on the events of the day, point out the absurdities of daily life, and piss into the wind from my soapbox.

With summer blockbusters at the movies, the presidential election for 2016 heating up, and O.J. Simpson back in court, I’m ready to start blogging again.

What’s a bit bucket and why would anyone be kicking it?

The traditional definition of a bit bucket is a place where computer information disappears. A programmer may redirect the output of a program to the NULL device (i.e., /dev/null) to prevent it from appearing on the screen. When data was stored on punched cards during the mainframe era, the bit bucket held the chads that were punched out of the cards.

(This blog has nothing to do with the source code hosting service, Bitbucket, or the related blog post with a similar name. Something the Google search didn’t reveal until after I bought the domain name. If you’re looking for bit bucket as one word, you come to the wrong place.)

As for kicking the bit bucket, it’s more like kicking a habit. After my father died from lung cancer last year, I blogged every other day to relieve the pain I felt. Blogging for the sake of blogging became a bad habit. I’ll blog at least once a week. Maybe more, maybe less.

I hope you enjoy the new blog!