* I’m still not blown away by Tracker. No matter how much I wait my searches return nothing, even for files/names I know for a fact exists. The daemon is running and using a lot of CPU, no errors or anything - just bupkus when I do searches.

* I enabled the desktop-effects and immediately felt torn about them. The performance is very impressive. I tried Compiz Fusion from third-party repos back in Feisty-days, but I got tired of the horrible performance. Everything went sluggish after a few hours, and I had to log out and then back in.

But the desktop effects in Gutsy are very fast and smooth. OS X-style fast and smooth, even. And my rig is positively ancient, which makes it even more impressive.

None the less I’m feeling torn, and I’m not sure I’ll keep them enabled for very long after I’ve written this post. If used properly they add functionality and some eye-candy, but I’m not completely blown over by them. A lot of the functions in CF are really useful, I love the “Put” plugin. But Compiz Fusion also wrecks some of Gnomes nicer touches, especially with the handling of virtual desktops. Rhythmbox stops displaying notifications, and some applications get a bit confused as to where they are.

Also, performance takes a bad hit. Google Earth is essentially useless since the graphics-card has to render not only the application but also the environment. Running even the simplest of OpenGL-games is an exercise in patience, since it’s like watching a slideshow. Turn off the effects, everything runs smoothly again, but not quite as prettily.

* I’m toying with the idea of switching email-client to Evolution. I love Thunderbird, but it lacks some integration into the Gnome environment. I’m also wanting to find out if I can sync my phone through Bluetooth, and then a calendar would be nice. Evolution is well-integrated and has calendar and syncing functionality. Thunderbird, despite its multiple virtues, is simply a mail-client and not much more.

* I’m still very impressed by the speed of Gnome 2.20. Everything seems so much faster, thumbnails of pictures are generated almost instantly, and navigating even folders with thousands of files is instantaneous.

* Tomorrow I’m going to try some other things. I’m very interested in seeing how Gutsy handles printers, since that was a somewhat lackluster experience in Feisty. I never got our printer working, and not even when plugged into a Winblows-machine and then used over Samba. Hopefully Gutsy has this problem licked.

The new Ubuntu was released yesterday. I didn’t have time to upgrade or play with it since I was working. I figured that I shouldn’t feel stressed while upgrading. So I waited until today for the upgrade.

My system originated as a Edgy Eft (6.10) system, then got upgraded to Feisty Fawn (7.04) in April, and now it got upgraded once again. I was a little nervous about upgrading an already upgraded system, but decided that I’d try that route and if it went fubar I would just do a clean install instead.

The upgrade went just fine, however. It asked me a few questions about files that I’d customized and other than taking quite a lot longer than the Edgy-Feisty upgrade everything went fine. Some funkiness during the upgrade (icons changing, colors changing) but nothing unexpected. After a reboot I started fiddling with my new Gutsy Gibbon-system.

First impressions are very positive. Somehow the usplash went missing so I had to watch the raw kernel output instead, but it’s a minor annoyance and easily fixed. No problems there. First impressions after logging in is that Gnome 2.20 is FAST. 2.18 was a huge performance-leap over 2.16 which was kinda sluggish; 2.20 flies along like a donkey on NOS compared to 2.18. Lots of tiny details have been nicely improved - new system cursors and a smoother way of changing them, plus a nice black cursor theme. I never did like white mouse-cursors so finding that was nice.

A really nice improvement is the subpixel rendering actually looks great now. Previously I never really could tell much difference with it enabled or disabled, but now it makes fonts on-screen look really good. I mean, they look Apple-good even. Mucho impressive.

I do however find some things a bit confusing. I like how all the bits relating to on-screen appearance (background wallpaper, theme, etc) have been merged into one display rather than several separate, but I find it slightly obtuse to navigate. This is very likely just me being crotchety and used to the old way, but it took me a while. Also, I don’t like the upgraded Ubuntu Studio theme. It’s just too black. I’m a big fan of the old one and shamelessly installed it to replace the default Ubuntu-theme (which was way too garish in my eyes), but since the repository for that is now part of the Ubuntu Universe it got updated in the upgrade as well. Now it’s flat black, and not as good-looking as the old one. Again, this is a very subjective opinion.

I’ve been a big fan of the Gnome Deskbar since many moons as well, and the new one acts more like the Mac application Quicksilver which is the biggest inspiration for the Gnome Deskbar. It works just fine, but I don’t like how it now detaches itself like a separate window whenever you summon it. I liked the old style better. Wouldn’t surprise me if there’s a setting somewhere, but I haven’t dug very deep into Gutsy yet; the upgrade finished about 20 minutes ago!

But most of my gripes right now after trying it out are related mostly to cosmetic changes. Under the hood everything seems to work fine, and on my antiquated computer this system runs really fine. I even tried out the new desktop effects and even though I’m not as fond of them as I used to be they sure provided eye-candy.

EDIT: The new desktop-search (Tracker) has yet to blow me away. I used Beagle before, but that project seems to have stagnated and Tracker is the default search in Gutsy. I’m not completely convinced of its merits yet, but on the other hand it might not have indexed even a small part of my stuff just yet.

Oh boy, of all the crazy crap that goes on in the world these three have to be somewhere in the top ten if you ask me.

A few weeks ago the local RIAA-affiliate in Scotland sued a mechanics garage for damages from them playing the radio WHERE CUSTOMERS MIGHT HAVE HEARD THEM! The mediamob felt that the mechanics should have paid for a performance license since it was obviously a public performance of the music, and that not having a license for public performance was an infringement of their copyright.

Yesterday I read on my favourite nerd-horn-of-plenty that RIAA is suing Usenet.com. Usenet.com is one of probably hundreds of companies that provide high-quality access to Usenet. Usenet is one of the oldest still operating services on the Internet, originating in 1979. It’s essentially a network of servers dedicated to discussion forums. Ask any Joe Blow and he will not know what Usenet is, since it’s not widely known and has fallen in a bit of a shadow for the last decade or so. None the less, it’s a heavily used resource for discussions about everything from birdwatching to coin-collecting to tech-support and nonsense pissing contests. Usenet was the place where some weenie named Linus Torvalds announced some wild-eyed project called Linux — just to name one famous incident that Usenet hosted.

Now, don’t confuse the company Usenet.com with the system Usenet. The former sells high-quality access to the latter. Think of Usenet.com as an Internet Service Provider, except they’re a Usenet Service Provider.

Did you notice the difference? Good, because RIAA aren’t intelligent enough to do just that. Or rather, they don’t give a shit. Yesterday they announced that they’re suing the company Usenet.com. Why are they suing them? Because in a previous case a dim-witted judge made the decision that merely providing access to a tool that might be used for nefarious deeds was enough to be charged with something along the lines of “conspiracy to commit copyright infringement” or some equally dense crap. Apparently these days you can be committed of almost committing a crime. Essentially it’s a thought-crime. I’d better be careful, since someone might accuse me of “conspiracy to commit jaywalking”. Even though I didn’t do it, some attorney on a power-trip can accuse me of PLANNING to do it and then send me to jail. What’s next? Suing people who manufacture hammers since they might be used to bash in peoples heads?

RIAA is using this to sue Usenet.com since there are parts of Usenet that are used to trade material which RIAA and friends find objectionable. Thus they rev up their lawyers and take it to the next level.

Now you’re fairly up to speed on some really funky stuff going on around the world. Get ready for this.

I just read a few minutes ago that STIM here in Sweden is suing Siba (article in Swedish). STIM is the recording industry’s maintainer of copyrights in Sweden. Their primary business is collecting fees from radio and TV for music that is played. They are a heavily debated organization since many smaller and independent musicians agree that STIM bases everything on an unfair system. I’ve never liked them. However, now I can add another reason to dislike them to my list. See, they’re suing Siba. Siba is a pretty large chain of electronics retailers. Essentially it’s the Swedish version of RadioShack or Best Buy. They sell TV’s, stereos, washing machines, computers, bla bla bla, etc etc. Home electronics, you get the picture.

STIM is suing them for pretty much the same reason as the Scottish case up at the top. They claim that Siba is refusing to pay royalties on music played through the demo-systems they keep in-store for the customers to try out! Now they’re suing them to the tune of half a million swedish crowns, roughly US$76k.

I’m at a loss for words. The rape and pillage on the legal systems around the world that companies and organizations representing the recording industry commit is staggering. The worst part is somehow that they manage to get the ear of lawyers, judges and jurors who really don’t know what the hell is going on, and making them nod their heads in agreement. I feel like the world is taking crazy pills and I’m the only one sane.

I hadn’t really planned on writing anything more here today, but I just found something that warranted a warming-up of the blog editor.

(cue the nostalgic music)

A little background information: One of my earliest interests was music, and with that interest followed an interest in hifi-equipment. This grew to a slight obsession in my teens, and I built a pretty impressive subwoofer with the help of my father when I was fifteen. After that the passion slightly mellowed, and in later years my fascination for hifi has been coupled with my interest for movies and morphed into an interest for home cinema-systems.

Ironically though I’ve never owned a high-class system since I’ve always been short on one of many required things, the first and foremost a steady cash-flow. I own an almost decent home cinema-system now, and I assure you that if money wasn’t a problem for me I would invest heavily in more of that. I really enjoy listening to music on a good system as well, so I definitely still have a deep interest in hifi.

And thus I was greatly intrigued when I read about a speaker system called simply “Planets” from a company called Duevel. They’re very non-traditional in their design, and apparently they’re designed to spread the sound evenly through a room. This is one thing I’ve noticed with many speakers is that they sound awesome when set up properly and when you’re sitting in the right place, but anywhere else they sound rather washed out. The Planets apparently want to correct this, and they bill themselves as perfect party-speakers as well as excellent home cinema-speakers due to the way they distribute the sound. Also, they’re fairly cheap as far as hifi-equipment goes; a pair of them will set you back about US$1300. Hell, if I saved a bit that would even be within my range.

But the first thing that you notice about them is the way they look. They sure don’t look like conventional speakers.

I’d love to have a listen to them. If they sound half as good as they look I’d happily invest in them somehow. For the fashion-conscious they’re available in different colors. I didn’t care much for the more garish colors (bright red? wtf?) but the black or gunmetal-gray looked pretty decent in my eyes. Check out their page for a picture of all the available colors.

Wow. The last two days have been really crazy here. And not in the best of ways.

Thursday afternoon my girlfriend Ann-Sofie started complaining about some back-ache. She didn’t think more of it but instead took some painkillers and did her best to ignore it. Unfortunately this turned out to be a lot trickier than she’d imagined.

When we woke up Friday the pain had not gone away; in fact it had multiplied. The pain in her back was so bad that she had trouble standing up, and just taking a singe step caused her face to twist in pain and she whimpered like a beaten puppy. So, she stayed in bed for a large part of the day. We’d called the on-call nurse and asked them what they thought, and they said it was a sprained back and she should try to move and exercise as much as possible.

This was not an option however, when the pain was so bad that she had problems controlling her legs.

So, she tried to rest. It was impossible to find a position that didn’t hurt and after awhile we started to suspect that maybe there was something more sinister lurking inside her back. We caved and called an ambulance, which arrived after about fifteen minutes or so. The crew consisted of Conny and Andreas, two really excellent guys who asked some general questions and then helped Ann-Sofie onto a stretcher. After that we went to the hospital.

Now, before I continue I really have to give praise to Conny and Andreas. They were everything that a solid ambulance crew should be. They calmed Ann-Sofie down, they calmed ME down, they were courteous, professional, competent and knew what they were doing. All props for that day goes to them, they did an excellent job.

We arrived at the emergency room where Ann-Sofie was wheeled into an examining room while we waited for the proper doctor to show up and start doing their thing. And then the wait started…

Friday afternoon is not the best of times to be stuck in the ER. There was about a billion people waiting to get examined, and thankfully there were no major traumas (car-crashes or whatever) that needed the priority. The staff was however severely over-worked and everything moved at a glacial pace, and of course they had to put priority on things like little kids with broken arms and such. We later learned that much of the glacial pace also was due to the computers being down, so everything had to be done the old-fashioned way. Running around with papers to sign didn’t exactly speed things up.

So we waited. And waited. And waited. We waited for more than five hours, and after that Ann-Sofie insisted she would stay by herself and that I should go home and take care of our dog, who by now probably needed to go out and pee really badly. I agreed, even though I wanted to stay and keep her company, and took the bus home.

I think I was home for maybe a half-hour before Ann-Sofie stumbled through the door. Apparently she’d seen the doctor maybe five minutes after I left, and the doctor explained that the computers were down and that the line for the X-ray was out through the door and around the hospital. She could stay if she wanted but she’d probably have to wait even longer than another five hours. The option was obvious, so she got a hold of some crutches to aid her and took a cab home.

Today she had an appointment with the X-ray. Computers were still down, but she got X-rays taken and then we were whisked back to the ER, where we again waited for the proper doctor. This time the wait was A LOT shorter, and it was made even shorter since I’d had the foresight to bring my DS.

Two doctors examined her, examined her charts, examined the X-rays. After some prolonged squeezing and prodding, together with studying the X-rays, they reached the conclusion that this was just a really bad sprained back. Her back was in proper condition and there were no cracks or anything on her vertebrae. They guessed that there was probably a lot of inflammation as well. We’d been worried that it was a slipped disc or something of that magnitude, so this was a bit of a relief.

After that we went home and tried to relax. In this case it meant falling asleep in the couch.

Today was the big day. The day that I mentioned in an earlier posting.

About 9 in the morning I took my bicycle down to town and met with some people. I met with the cheery girl that I up until now only knew as a voice on the phone. Her name was Linda and she was as cheery in real-life as she was on the phone. She did however have a very soft voice and I had some trouble hearing her at times, but other than that she was nice. I also met with one of the department-heads for the IT & Telecommunications department in the municipality. The third person was a man named Rolf, and it turned out that he would be my supervisor for the duration of this project. They were also very professional and we got along swimmingly.

We chatted a bit about what they do, and what I needed from them. All in all it was very efficient and I felt confident that this would work out to something beneficial.

Umeå municipality does all of its support in-house. They have a department that recieves whatever need fixed from all the parts of the system (schools, social system, the municipality itself) and then delegates it to a team of technicians. There’s some travel included in the job, since not everyone is located in the same building. The schools also tend to have a technician working to take care of the day-to-day events that need solved, but if they need bigger guns they just call someone up and schedule something. The municipality also runs its own server-park dedicated to all the systems that are needed to maintain the municipality - finances, schedules, payment, workers. Everything is managed in-house instead of subcontracted.

I also learned that Umeå was one of the earliest municipalities to take advantage of computerization, and have been doing this since the 1960’s. Kinda neat. It’s also interesting since a large number of people in the south of Sweden has a prejudiced attitude that northernes usually are some kind of troglodytes barely capable of not dragging their knuckles when they walk.

For my own part, I’m going to go through a two-week trial now, to see if this works well both for me and for the IT & Telecommunications department. We’re starting off soft, and on Tuesday my first day starts. We aimed for 10 hours of work per week (5 days @ 2 hours per day) but I suggested that we change this to 3 hours for three days instead. I felt that two hours a day was too little to get anything done, and I’d rather have it dispensed on slightly longer periods over fewer days.

That pretty much sums it all up. I’m really excited about this, somehow a blog-post just doesn’t convey it properly!

On a side-note, I’ve gotta say that we’re having a truly gorgeous fall up here! I arrived a lot earlier than expected, and this allowed me to relax a while. I took some snapshots while relaxing, and these two are somewhat pretty.

One of the grassy areas outside the municipal building. They’re remodeling inside, thus the ladder and crap in the background. The lawn was covered with dry leaves from the trees, and crunched nicely when tread upon. I took this photo after I was finished inside.

I sat in a nearby graveyard. It’s very calm and relaxing, and whenever I’m in the area and have time to spare I go there and sit a while. I don’t have any particular morbid interest in graveyards, but I do find them very calming and inspirational. Today the lighting was very conductive, and even though the fall-sun didn’t warm very much it was still very nice to sit there and ponder things.

Sorry about the silly rhyme/pun that serves as the topic for this entry. I just couldn’t stop myself.

A few days ago Aftonbladet (a large Swedish semi-tabloid that I refuse to link to) hosted an online chat between its readers and the minister of Industry (at least I think that would be the english-language equivalent to “näringsminister”) whose name is Maud Olofsson.

Maud is a politician I detest with all my heart. Every time she says something it just sounds like a lie. I have no trust in her whatsoever, and the party she represents don’t enjoy a lot of trust from me either. No, Maud seems to be one of those oh too many politicians who are equipped with two tongues: one that speaks the unofficial truth and always seem to be very quiet, and one that never shuts up and always is ready with a two-faced answer to any question and always has some meaningless propaganda ready to dispense when people get critical.

The funny thing is that a few days ago it was discovered that this online “chat” between Maud (article in Swedish, in a different newspaper) and the readers of this rag actually was a complete fabrication. I call it “chat” since it’s really more like a Q&A with either a politician or celebrity. You ask a question, and hopefully they answer yours.

Anyhoo…

Yes, this was a complete fraud since the person people were chatting with WASN’T Maud. They were instead talking to her media-secretary who pretended to be Maud. This was discovered when another newspaper of much smaller size than Aftonbladet found it somewhat strange that they managed to interview her while she supposedly sat and chatted with the readers from another newspaper.

When this was later leaked to the public a large debate about accountability took place. I immediately felt that Maud had cheated her supporters and also cheated the whole country. I found it rather amusing in a dark and foreboding way about how she is very vocal about accountability in a persons online presence, and is a supporter of the draconian data-retention laws that a large number of Swedish politicians are pushing for — yet she feels herself to not have to be honest with people, and can instead have people pretending to be her.

Shame on you, Maud! You are a true and shining example of why we as a people should mistrust most of the politicians who currently rule our country according to an agenda which they seem to make up as they go along. I really hope that this event will lead to your downfall.

EDIT: Fiksd som stranj speling erorrs.

(this entry contains some spoilers for a really nice hollywood-movie from 1997 called Contact. If you haven’t seen it and don’t want your experience ruined then don’t read on.)

Me and Ann-Sofie watched Contact a little while ago. It’s in my opinion one truly great film, and one of the few scifi-movies who have some kind of grounding in “real” science. Sure, after they receive the signal it gets a little out there, but none of the scenarios presented are completely unrealistic. Of course, a certain suspension of disbelief is required to enjoy any movie. If one were too critical it wouldn’t be much fun, would it?

So we watched it, and Ann-Sofie made a comment that they should’ve left the ending after the machine out. You know, the whole inquiry into why it supposedly “failed”. I thought about it for a second or two and then disagreed with her, I felt that without that ending the whole movie would just be a waste of time. Sure, a very pretty waste of time, but none the less it wouldn’t have the same punch as with it.

I didn’t continue with the argument since I didn’t want to seem condescending or as if I was lecturing her from high up on my soapbox. I have a tendency to sound very arrogant when explaining stuff, and I’ve learned in the past that this isn’t always appreciated by my peers. Thus I chose to keep quiet at the time. Instead I’m going to off here.

You see, the whole theme of the film (and to a certain extent the book it was based off) is that of the conflict between science and faith.

The main character –Ellie Arroway– is a woman steeped in science, she believes in things that she can observe through empirical evidence. She does not believe in a higher being of any kind, and this causes a lot of friction between her and other characters as the movie unfolds. In a dramatic moment she is denied the trip in the machine due to not believing in god, something that apparently is a prerequisite for that privilege. She is frustrated that such a trivial thing is the key to keeping her grounded, and we as viewers share that anguish. Us viewers get even more frustrated when her opponent for the chair in the machine more or less flatly admits to lying to the board of directors and telling them what they want to hear, even though he doesn’t believe anything himself.

But the theme of the film is faith as opposed to science. The ending is essentially a change of roles for Ellie. All through the film (and her life) religion has never answered any of the really big questions for her. No priest or any believer has ever produced any tangible evidence of the existence of god. Yet, at the end of the movie, she’s in the same position. She’s experienced something amazing, something truly eye-opening — yet she cannot produce a single proof that it’s happened. She just knows that it has happened, deep inside her heart she has faith in it. The only other person in the entire world who can understand what she feels is her exact opposite, the enigmatic and openly religious Palmer Joss.

Without placing her in the position that she earlier placed Palmer Joss and religion there wouldn’t be a proper ending. Also, without the last two lines of dialogue there wouldn’t be a proper ending.

It’s a great film, even if you don’t care about the juxtaposition between two very different bases for belief. Carl Sagan himself was in my opinion even at the best of times rather fuzzy about what he believed in, and I think it reflects in the movie. The movie just as well as Sagan himself begs the viewer to find their own truth.

Me, I don’t think there’s a god out there. Sure, I wouldn’t be surprised if there are some really mind-boggling things out in the great big universe we live in. But an all-powerful god watching over us? Nope.

One thing that I thought about while watching the ending of Contact is how unfairly science is competing with organized religion. Religion has never had to prove anything since faith itself cannot be proven in a scientific manner. No one puts any pressure on faith proving that god exists, or any of the other deities that people all over the world believe in. Yet these religions put huge pressure on scientists and atheists to prove everything from the theory of evolution to gravity itself. If we don’t prove it, then essentially we’re proclaimed not trustworthy and accused of pulling stuff right out of our asses.

It’s quite strange in my opinion. Overall I feel more and more that organized religion is more like a collective psychotic episode, but then again it’s impossible to prove faith. Also, I again stress that I don’t mind faith as such, but I feel it’s a bit wasted to use that faith to believe in a book or some invisible god rather than humanity itself.

… but since everyone else I know has taken it, I guess I had to display my score.

Dorky Nerd King! Yeah, that’s me! Woot. Oh, whait, it’s not something to be proud of? My bad.

… annoy the living crap out of me right now. I’m at a loss to muster the energy to write in-depth about them though.

The first one is how Swedish media is reporting about how thousands of swedish homepages were hacked by malevolent turkish hackers. I’ve read a few articles in the daily rags about it, and each and every one of them does the same thing: make it sound as if it was a coordinated attack on Swedish interests.

Which it wasn’t. Apparently it was a competition between two rival blackhat-crews to see who could crack the most sites. They didn’t care if it was a Swedish, English, Russian or a goddamn Martian homepage. They just wanted to add up the numbers.

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Another thing that makes me want to grab something deadly and go postal is this nonsense about Jammie Thomas and her conviction. Sonys lawyers made the claim that copying a record YOU have bought to YOUR own harddrive is piracy! Absolute and complete madness. Any sane person would say otherwise, but apparently most judges and courts work in some kind of crazy parallell universe. This is just another step in the direction that the mediamaffia wants us to believe and accept - that we don’t own purchased goods, we just purchase a license to use it. It’s even worse in the proprietary software-world, there it’s a reality and have been for a decade at least. Buy Windows and you don’t buy Windows - you buy a proprietary license where Microsoft decides the rules.

That’s the future if people keep buying the mediamaffias “products”. The recording industry hasn’t realized that the Internet and open communication have made them completely obsolete. They are selling a product which is no longer needed. The interesting thing that my good friend Andreas originally suggested several years ago –and a theory which I whole-heartedly believe– is that it’s not about lost profit. No, in fact it’s all about lost CONTROL. The mediamaffia is afraid of losing control over what music people listen to, and thus losing control of the entire industry. They want to keep deciding which artists get popular, and keep shoving crap like the latest Britney-record down the throats of people. They’re scared that people will realize that there are other alternatives.

No, the recording companies have gone the way of the dodo. They just refuse to realize it yet. Band don’t really need them anymore either. Look at what Radiohead is doing. I think it’s absolutely awesome. Radiohead never cared much about the business-and-numbers side of pop music, and they have a dedicated following. They severed their ties with the obsolete industry and are doing it for themselves, selling their album straight to the fans and letting the fans decide what the price is.

In the olden days bands wanted a recording contract for two major reasons: to get recorded, and to get distributed. It wasn’t until bands also realized that by selling records they could get rich that money also became a part of the equation. But ask any genuine musician what they want, and they will answer that they just want people to listen to their music. If you can make a living off of it then that’s great. The way I see it it’s the phonies and posers that get into music to make a buck.

Today you can rent a studio for relative cheap. Hell, there’s tons of community-run studios where you can record a demo cheap or even for free if you’re buddies with the engineer. Record a 2- or 4-song demo. Then get a cool domainname on some hosting, slap a somewhat coherent website there with the demo for download. After that start marketing it through Myspace or what other services you like. No record company involved anywhere.

After that it’s evolution. If your band sucks no one will listen. If you’re fresh and funky, listeners will drop in.

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Third thing that bugs me are jerks who abuse generous principles. I’m thinking of the moron who my father blogged about the other day. The right to public access is an almost holy principle in Sweden. It’s extremely generous and allows people to enjoy the beautiful nature of Sweden provided you follow some (in my opinion) basic rules of respect. These include picking up after yourself, not disturbing animals and not acting like a complete tool when interacting with the environment.

Yet there’s always dingbats who feel that they don’t have to follow these very basic rules. They leave their crap behind and don’t give two shits about what happens with it. They act as if they can only use the generous aspects of the rules without the equal responsibility.

Therefore it’s heartwarming to see that there actually exists decent people who do the right thing. To whoever picked up after that jackass - I salute you.

EDIT: Ironically enough it would seem that I really DID have the energy to write about them. Hmm, I guess once the floodgates are opened there’s no going back.