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Hackers

[#972]

  • Windows 95 CDs

    Note: I'm surprised these weren't illegal. They are of German/American origin. I guess you could get this and pretend you were a hacker? I used to play Diablo online back in the day. There were lots of cheaters/hackers. They could make their characters invincible and give them hacked super weapons. But outside the game, in the many chat rooms, was where the real action was. The guilds of people were always at war and trying to gain access to the various chat rooms. People would use programs to freeze your computer, sever your internet connection, even shut your computer off. They would ICQ (an old message program) bomb people, sending thousands of messages at once. They would hack each other's guild websites, usually putting up some gay pornography and the like. Etc., etc.

    But I have to admit it was pretty damn fun. There was a lot of drama, but a lot of camraderie as well. It was war, but most of us didn't take it too seriously. Anyway, that's what these CDs remind me of. Those golden days of the internet in the 1990s. The digital wild west. The internet was nothing like it is today. You could surf for hours and discover all sorts of strange and interesting web sites. It was before 'smart phones' brought herds of idiots to the internet.

    [Above: CD case reverse.]

    [Above: CD]

    [Above: Hackerz Kronicklez - The Guide to the Underground. This one makes the first CD look tame. It has over 6,000 viruses ready to infect the world. I wonder if the Corona virus is on here? Man there is a lot of odd things on here... from Gameboy emulators to the Anarchist Cookbook.]

    [Above: Inside. It mentions Netscape. Back in the day your choice of browsers were Internet Explorer or Netscape.]

    [Above: CD case reverse]

    [Above: CD tray - is that Bill Gates?]

    [Above: CD]


    Faded Beauty of Yesterday

    [#973]

  • Fans

    Note: I thought you might enjoy seeing these old fans and a few other paper things I uncovered. There was so much more beauty yesterday than these dark and ugly times... I'd like to say I was born in the wrong times, but that would be wrong, I was born in the exact right times, born to fight these monsters who have declared war on all of us.

    [Above: Fan.]

    [Above: Fan.]

    [Above: Fan.]

    [Above: This is a cardboard box, about twelve inches long, by about 4 inches wide. I'm not sure what it was for.]

    [Above: Matches.]

    [Above: Very old playing card.]

    [Above: Another playing card, no where near as old as the other one.]

    [Above: An old phonograph record catalog for 1922.]

    [Above: Back of catalog.]

    [Above: Another catalog.]

    [Above: This is a large tile, not old but still neat.]


    Coffin Plate

    [#974]

  • A long way from home

    Note: These are coffin plates from 1871 and 1875 from the same family (I've edited out their last name from the plates for privacy). Apparently back in the day they would make these elaborate plates and display them on the coffin during the funeral, and later a family member would take them home. They were made out of many materials, and depending on how much money you were willing to spend, you could have them done in wood or precious metals (these are either silver or silver plated).
    I was wandering the countryside one day and passed an old country antique store off the highway. It was one I stopped in at once in a great while, so I decided to stop that day. There they were, the coffin plates, and they weren't too expensive, and they were odd and kind of morbid, which satiated my dark and twisted tastes! :)

    I researched the names of the dead and after a few evenings surprisingly found a lot of information about the family... in fact, I found a living relative on one of those genealogy sites! I emailed her and wow, it was like the great-great niece of the dead people from the plates. The person no doubt thought I was trying to scam her or something and was cautious at first. But we talked for a while and I sent her pictures. She was beyond thrilled and amazed that I found her. More so, amazed that a stranger would care enough to take the time and money to do something like this. I'm strange I guess.

    But anyway, she was in a different state here in the USA, pretty far away actually. We talked about how in the hell the coffin plates got here, so many miles away. I called the antique store and told them about everything I was doing, and they LOVED the whole story. They were very helpful in contacting the seller of the coffin plates and asking them where they got them from. Well it turned out they got them from across the country way down south! Wow. They've traveled the country in the 135 years or so after they were made.

    I mounted them on a nice wood background plaque and sent them to her (for free of course). It turns out they were about to have a huge family reunion and the direct great-great-great grandson was going to be there! She excitedly told me she was going to present them to him. The whole family was overjoyed and amazed. They sent me pictures of the great-great-great grandson holding them and everything. It was perfect and very cool. It was fun.

    There were other times I've done crazy stuff like this. One time an old relative died and in there dark and spider-filled basement I found an old photo album. Inside the album was a lock of a baby's hair, tons of pictures, and a birth certificate. I looked up the name and found the father of the baby. It turned out he got divorced and the wife, some thirty years before, had lost all of her belongings from not paying a storage unit fee. My relative ended up buying stuff from that storage unit at an auction... and the photo album was in it.
    Well, it turned out that the baby was now in her thirties and was pregnant with her first baby. She was so excited. And get this, she had zero photos of herself as a baby! They were so happy. And the weird and ironic part: the father lived only about three blocks from me. Needless to say he rushed over and picked up the album.

    There are other times I've done this sort of thing too. One time I found an old black and white photo album. It had very cool professional photos of a baby and a beautiful woman. The pictures were so cool and beautiful you could hang them on your wall. On the back of one of the pictures was the woman's full name. There was nothing on the internet. So I called every person in the phone book with that last name and finally found her cousin!!! It turned out she was dead. But she was very special to him. He himself was very old, and told me how incredible it was that I had found him, and that he had not seen his deceased cousin in many years. He called up his family and they all excitedly made plans to get together to look at the book of pictures. When I dropped the pictures off at the old guy's house he was on the verge of tears. He called me an angel. It was nice. Anyway... thanks for listening.


    Letter

    [#975]

  • A time of hope and magic

    Note: Here is an old letter from July 14, 1939 to Laguna Beach, California, from Germany (Allmannshausen in Upper Bavaria.). It has quaint little drawings, including a podium and a swastika. She describes a coming event:

    'Sunday we shall have to go to Munich for the day of German art. It will be a very big march.
    We have place for [...] The Fόhrer will also be there. You imagine what a joy they all have here.'


    Blood and madness

    [#976]

  • A recent email yielded these beauties

    Note: Some anonymous person sent me these via email. Wow, it's hard to comment on such insanity. This is actually more common than you may think. It is called Self Harm. Here's a quote from a crisis website:

    Self-harm can manifest differently for everyone. And, the ways people may self-harm extend far beyond the usual references to cutting in media.
    Simply, self-harm is anything and everything someone can do to purposely hurt their body.

    Here are some of the most common types of self-injury:

    Cutting
    Scratching
    Burning
    Carving words or symbols into the skin
    Hitting or punching oneself (including banging one’s head or other body parts against another surface)
    Piercing the skin with sharp objects such as hairpins
    Pulling out hair
    Picking at existing wounds

    It reminds one of Albert Fish. When he was arrested they found many needles that he had inserted inside his groin (picture below).

    [Above: X-ray of the pelvis of Albert Fish.]

    'What a thrill that will be if I have to die in the electric chair. It will be the supreme thrill. The only one I haven't tried.'
    --Albert Fish

    Below is a letter from November 1934, sent by Fish to the mother of a ten year child he had murdered. This is the unaltered letter (complete with Fish's misspellings and grammatical errors):

    ' My dear Mrs Budd, In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the steamer Tacoma, Capt John Davis.
    They sailed from San Francisco to Hong Kong China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk.
    When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was a famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1 to 3 Dollars a pound.
    So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold to the Butchers to be cut up and sold for food in order to keep others from starving.
    A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak – chops – or stew meat.
    Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it.
    A boy or girls behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John staid there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh.
    On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys one 7 one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet then burned everything they had on.
    Several times every day and night he spanked them – tortured them – to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 yr old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it.
    Every part of his body was cooked and eaten except Head – bones and guts. He was roasted in the oven, (all of his ass) boiled, broiled, fried, stewed.
    The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time I was living at 409 E 100 St, rear – right side. He told me so often how good human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it.
    On Sunday June the 3 – 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese – strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me.
    I made up my mind to eat her, on the pretense of taking her to a party. You said Yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out.
    When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wild flowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off.
    I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room.
    When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mama.
    First I stripped her naked. How she did kick – bite and scratch. I choked her to death then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms, cook and eat it.
    How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body.
    I did not fuck her, though, I could of [sic] had I wished. She died a virgin.'

    [Above: Albert Fish was executed by electric chair on January 16, 1936.]

    Here is a letter Fish wrote his attorney involving the murder of another child (again complete with Fish's misspellings and grammatical errors):

    'I brought him to the Riker Ave. dumps. There is a house that stands alone, not far from where I took him ...
    I took the G boy there. Stripped him naked and tied his hands and feet and gagged him with a piece of dirty rag I picked out of the dump. Then I burned his clothes.
    Threw his shoes in the dump. Then I walked back and took trolley to 59 St. at 2 A.M. and walked home from there. Next day about 2 P.M., I took tools,
    a good heavy cat-of-nine tails. Home made. Short handle. Cut one of my belts in half, slit these half in six strips about 8 in. long.
    I whipped his bare behind till the blood ran from his legs. I cut off his ears – nose – slit his mouth from ear to ear. Gouged out his eyes.
    He was dead then. I stuck the knife in his belly and held my mouth to his body and drank his blood. I picked up four old potato sacks and gathered a pile of stones.
    Then I cut him up. I had a grip with me. I put his nose, ears and a few slices of his belly in the grip. Then I cut him thru the middle of his body.
    Just below his belly button. Then thru his legs about 2 in. below his behind. I put this in my grip with a lot of paper. I cut off the head – feet – arms – hands and the legs below the knee.
    This I put in sacks weighed with stones, tied the ends and threw them into the pools of slimy water you will see all along the road going to North Beach.
    Water is 3 to 4 ft. deep. They sank at once. I came home with my meat. I had the front of his body I liked best.
    His monkey and pee wees and a nice little fat behind to roast in the oven and eat. I made a stew out of his ears – nose – pieces of his face and belly.
    I put onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper. It was good. Then I split the cheeks of his behind open, cut off his monkey and pee wees and washed them first.
    I put strips of bacon on each cheek of his behind and put in the oven. Then I picked 4 onions and when meat had roasted about 1/4 hr.,
    I poured about a pint of water over it for gravy and put in the onions. At frequent intervals I basted his behind with a wooden spoon.
    So the meat would be nice and juicy. In about 2 hr., it was nice and brown, cooked thru. I never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as his sweet fat little behind did.
    I ate every bit of the meat in about four days. His little monkey was as sweet as a nut, but his pee-wees I could not chew. Threw them in the toilet.'

    [Above: A different X-ray unrelated to Fish, this person has stuck phonograph needles into himself.]

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