Thursday, December 16, 2004

A Klaus Barbie Christmas

And now some tasteless Christmas Doggeral for you all..........................

T'is the night before Christmas,
and all around the house,
no one is stirring,
not even Klaus.

He sits in his dress uniform,
cleaning his gun,
muttering under his breath,
and waiting for Santy to come.

The bearded fat bastard,
all clothed in red,
Yearly eluded Klaus' death squads,
by hiding in a remote shed.

But this year, for shock and for awe,
Klaus has discovered Nic's secret,
And now he crouches behind the shed's door.

This year there will be no escape,
This year Santy will roar
As Klaus' high calibre bullets
drop him screaming,
onto the floor.

But Santy, no fool, sends the sleigh down ahead,
and whilst Klaus is distracted,
creeps down the chimney, and under the bed.

He watches Klaus touch himself, the Nazi raises his gun.
"Heh Heh!" whispers Klaus "I've never had so much fun"
But behind him, Santy, prepared for the Hun,
Whispers "bad boys and Girls, never realize they should RUN!!"

Santy creeps up behind him,
A Spacemans helmet he has,
Santy jams it over the Krauts head
and fills it with gas.

And so little children,
A Christmas irony you see,
as bad boys and girls,
would be drowned in the sea,

But Klaus was a Nazi,
Killed many people he has,
So in the same way he killed them,
He now dies by the gas.

Happy Christmas everyone!!!! - this is the last you will hear from me until after the New Year.

© Fathercrow 2004

Peace and Hope


Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Food for your head, and it is a Feast.....

May I present, the Disinformation Company Grand Warlock RichardMetzger's "Infinity Factory"....

All of the programs are worth watching, but be sure to
check out the two part interview with famed
Guerrilla Ontologist Robert Anton Wilson.

Metzger and TOPY (Thee Temple ov Psychick Youth)
leader Genesis P Orridge ask the questions and add
some comments of their own.

A foundation course in the malleability of realities.

Do not adjust your perception,
it is reality that is malfunctioning.....

Oh yeah.

Peace and Hope


Friday, December 10, 2004

Firefox blazes the trail......

Now that rarest of rare occurances on this blog, a technical article.......will wonders never cease?

Back in my adolescence, when it was my proclivity to read cheap novels, one of my favourites was Craig Thomas' FireFox. The novel described the next generation Fighter plane that had been developed by the Soviets, and stolen by the West. It could travel six times the speed of sound, had thought operated weaponry, and in the days before the stealth bomber actually came into our reality, was radar invisible.

Today, we have a new Firefox, except this time it is a web browser, and is brought to you by the people who brought you Mozilla.

Most pop ups, spyware, and security bugs that you encounter on your desktop or Laptop worm their way into your machine via the internet, or more precisely your internet browser. The one most people use, is Microsofts Internet Explorer, due to it being included with all of Microsofts operating systems. This browser I have found has more holes in it than a swiss cheese, and has over the years since I stopped using Netscape Navigator caused my machines to be infected by all sorts of malignant and malicious programs. I have had to get more and more software of the like of Ad-aware, spyware blaster, spybot, and a multitude of anti-virus software to prevent my machine from being overrun by every little malicious program and cookie on the web. It has been an exhausing run.

Now however, as a result of an open source approach we have the FireFox browser. Open source, for those of you that have never come across it, is an approach that is taken by not assuming the software is owned by one person or organisation, and is instead developed by all the programmers on the web that would care to take a shot at it. This allows many people to examine the software and add aspects that they think it needs, rather than a group of wage slaves at Microsoft being told what to include by technologically ignorant and profit orientated management. In addition, because of Internet Explorer's ubiquity, and also as a result of the Hacker communities righteous animosity toward the software giant, most if not all of the Malware (malignant software) is directed at that browser.

Open source counters all of this, and benefits us all, it is, in quite a literal manner, information anarchy.

FireFox has none of the weaknesses and all of the strengths of Internet Explorer. As it was developed in an open source manner, it has many functions that Internet Explorer (IE) does not. These include, tabs for multiple views in the one browser instance, in built pop up blockers and Live Bookmarks Syndication via the new RSS (Really Simple Syndication) that feeds right into their bookmarks. FireFox also uses the Web Standards Project (WaSP) guidelines so that previously lazy web site designers can include FireFox in their page design blueprints for increased FireFox compatibility.

FireFox when installed, takes all the settings and bookmarks from your local version of IE and Imports them, the install is painless and all your settings are ported over. The look and feel of FireFox is similiar to that of IE, so there is little adjusting to the new browser. Multi-media applications will have to be installed again, that however is simple, and usually just involves clicking on a link, and the download and install is generally over in a flash. So no problems there.

It is generally not a good idea, if you have IE installed to uninstall it, as FireFox pulls some settings from it, and if you have windows 2000 or Windows XP, some of the files that IE uses are also used for Windows Explorer as Microsoft have intentionally built IE into their operating systems to ensure the browser market share (you may have heard one or two things about the suits against Microsoft in recent years). You can however delete the icon from your desktop and start menu without any danger to your operating system.

There is only one hitch, and that is one that rests solely on the shoulders of lazy web designers, that fault is that as of now, one or two web sites do not work with the FireFox browser. At one point some of the buttons in Yahoo mail did not function, however that has been resolved, and all is now fine with FireFox and that site. All Music Guide, as I found today has not yet got its shit together, and is still not FireFox compatible, however with the noise that is being made about it on this and other blogs, hopefully this situation should soon be resolved. However as you would not have uninstalled your version of IE, you can still use it to view this site.

I heartily advise all readers to get FireFox, and slip out from under the oppressive corporate advertising, spying yoke of MicroSoft.

FireFox is information anarchy in practice, and has produced a far superior product.

You can download FireFox from


Peace and Hope


Thursday, December 09, 2004


Slides of memory, tinted by the sunlight of the past, lie unmoving in an album, patiently waiting to be opened. Publicity stills from real life where everyone smiles. Poses capturing the spirit of the moment. Dust falls, after wandering around the attic listlessly, falls on the album. These loves and fears and people are all dead or forgotten. Like the photo album.

The new child of the house’s new family has made his way precariously into the pasts rooftop refuge. The room, slowly, every so slowly becomes in turn a spaceship, a jungle filled with the mating cries of unfamiliar animals and then when the imagination tires and turns to sleep the room returns to a wooden floored relic.

The album waits.

Clumsy fingers fumble through yellowed magazines, pausing occasionally to linger upon a photo of an antique aircraft, or a picture of Elvis joining the army. The army barber shaves off all identity, hair that millions would pay for is swept away on the concrete floor and a man goes on to train to kill for his country.

The pile of history has been scattered around the room when the boy notices behind the remaining magazines, a brown leather coated book. Now for the first time in many years it is opened.

A wedding, a bride and groom still smiling after all those years, for their honeymoon they travel on to Blackpool and the sound of jazz piano in a smoky blue bar room. In the next photo a child stands on a beach, bucket and space in hand, happy in his innocence. Two years later the boy – Paul – contracts T.B. and dies, age nine, in a pale cold sweat. This no one knows, for he is forever trapped on the beach.

More photos and more memories, every so often a Family gathering, perhaps at Christmas or maybe Easter. As the group photos progress, one or perhaps two are missing from the gathering of toothy smiles. Dogs, Cats and other pets flow by – and then a new house. The boy is too young to recognize that it is the one he now kneels in, and sleeps in. In this historical still a woman sits on the porch, book on her lap and cigarette in hand. You could almost hear the radio in the background, filtering through the summer heat. The cat at her feet cocks its ears thinking the music is a bird. Then the photo ends and the past begins dancing again. A Morris Minor comes in through the gates and shudders to a halt in that patch of shade just in front of the house. A tall gawky man pulls himself out of the too small car, then shouts his hello. Night falls, day is born, again and again. Another family portrait, another person missing. The kids emigrate and forget about their home. The woman stays and with every passing day, with every photo grows older before the boy’s eyes. Seasons change golden leaves fall, green takes their place. The paper grows yellow.

More pages.

The child’s eyes see old photos, black and white, quaint people, funny clothes, like a history book. He is too young to think that anything except his parents and his parents’ friends existed before him. The minutes move on. Like a T.V. series, none of these people are real.

Coming to the end of the story, three or four people stand by the Christmas tree now, around a chair. On the chair sits a barely human figure, almost slumped, but noticeably supported by her surrounding family. The familiar grin and the glint in her eye has gone. The kids, now in their fifties seem to find it harder to smile. Then several empty pages, and finally, taped to the back cover, inside, is a photo of a young girl, she seems really happy, really and truly. This one is much older than all the others.

“Stephen, STEEPHEN, come down, your dinner’s ready. Down, and I mean now, you can go back to your games later.” The boy shuts the album, he is bored anyway, then turns and walks to the attics wooden steps, he goes down into the present. “Hope it’s chicken and potatoes for dinner,” he thinks reaching the bottom of the steps. He smiles.


“Good boy Stephen, we shall show you the photo as soon as we get the roll developed, I’m sure it’s a beauty.”

© Fathercrow 2004

Peace and Hope


Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Less work means more content.

Work is still insanely busy, or should that be inanely? As a result of this computer generated glut of activity I have not been able to generate any new content for the blog.

However, that will change as of tomorrow, as I will be adding a story named, I think "photographs".

The story is an old one, but it is also one that I have not published anywhere, and is also quite a accurate representation of my own mind when I was about seventeen.

At least that is how I remember it.

It's the best I can come up with until I am actually allowed some time to write.

Peace and Hope