Wow, we are the rank amateurs of insult and humiliation as compared to a particular group of Koreans.

The upshot is this: this chika has her dog on a subway train, it takes a nasty, watery shit on the floor and when she is asked to clean up her dog’s mess she basically tells everyone to fuck-off.  Someone on the train snaps her picture and posts it to a popular website and all hell breaks loose.  Someone knows who she is and identifies her, she’s harassed, her parents are harassed, there are parodies of the pictures circulating everywhere… StarWars-Kid all over again, except with a purpose. 

The moral of this story is this: if you’re rude to a train full of people, you need to kill them all to make sure you aren’t crucified later for being a complete and utter horse-scrotum.

And to quote the ultra-geek who placed a comment on that other page (right or wrong, I just love his analogy):

"This is not punishment.  This is personality hacking.  She is an error in the social program, which happens to be open source.  We all contribute.  The socially conscious "hacker" that posted the error, is merely attempting to utilize the net to affect a correction for this faulty code.  I would say that this error would not occur again.  This was an effective patch for the error in the program.  I would like to see more patches of this type.  In fact, a worldwide error reporting system should be initiated."

Well, after an eternity of putting it off I’ve finally decided to go through the huge cache of computer parts I’ve been slowly gathering over the years.  I’m keeping the bare minimum that I could conceivably put to some profitable use in my business and selling the rest off on eBay by the lot.  Or, in the case of not selling it, putting it out for Goodwill or Bridgehouse to come and collect in exchange for a tax-write-off for me.

In any case, I’ve just given myself the fast-track-crash-course in "How to sell shit on eBay."  I’ve got 20 auctions going as we speak.  Damn, that was a lot of crap to photograph, catalog, write up descriptions and fine-tune.  I spent two straight, very full days doing just that.  I even set up a makeshift photography studio in the living room.  I know, I’m OCD to the core.

I spent the three days prior going through crate after crate of computer equipment.  Some of this gear is Smithsonian grade.  I mean, they found a few of these VGA cards right next to the Rosetta Stone when they dug that sucker up.  Mind you, there’s bound to be someone out there who can give them a good home, regardless of the age… there are other people who, unlike me, put their pack-ratted computer gear to work.  Sure, I use some of it, but not much of the older stuff anymore.  You watch, there’s gonna’ be some 15 year-old kid in Topeka, Kansas that’s gonna’ assemble a new, more efficient combine harvester that will run on collected oxygen and till crops in the desert for pennies a day — and he’ll do it with that old Pentium 100 he bought from me.

Well, at any rate all I should have to do for the next 7 days is baby-sit these auctions and prepare to package and ship anything that actually gets sold.  Joy.