So yesterday the RFID implant article got picked up by Gizmodo, Slashdot, and a growing list of other blogs in various flavors. The funny thing is that BME is so big that it didn't even put a dent in our bandwidth or server loads… I always get weirded out when sites — including what one assumes to be bigger sites — get taken out by “the slashdot effect” or get “farked”. It makes me wonder what incompetently set up (or already overloaded) sort of server they're running… that said, I got lucky and years and years ago a very smart friend (who is now a professional clown among other things) set the standard for how the BME server had to be configured.
Amsterdam is not normal
Anyway, in relation to that story, I thought this fearful eye into the future was worth linking: Police in Malaysia are hunting for members of a violent gang who chopped off a car owner's finger to get round the vehicle's hi-tech security system.
Other than that, I'm prepping (yet another) BME/News update for later, as well as an experience update, and wanted to comment on this older article on Kuro5hin: Pharmaceuticals and the Death of Art… I know I create my best art — and computer software — when I'm in the depths of madness or inebriation (or both). But more to my point, I'm sure nearly everyone reading this knows a creative and brilliant person, whether they be an artist or an engineer or something in-between, that's been struck down in the name of normality by psychiatric drugs and counseling.
You know what? By definition, not once in the history of mankind has a normal person ever done or created anything worth noting or recording. Never. Normal people mean nothing and achieve nothing more than animals or plants, and the drive to make people “normal” or like everyone else is the pretty much the worst thing we could possibly aim for. It's bad enough that we try and convince people that it's a good idea to pretend to be normal, but actually forcing it through the application of drugs, counseling, and even neurosurgery is despicable.
Note: The odds of a normal person reading this blog are basically zero. If you think I'm insulting you in this entry, I'm probably not. However, if you're currently wishing to define yourself as “normal”, I may have a certain disdain for you because you have not yet embraced your otherness. Throw off the shackles of the mundane and awake!