Archive for November, 2011

I’m Fucka Tony Montana

Posted: November 28, 2011 in Uncategorized




I found this all pretty interesting:

The Max Headroom broadcast signal intrusion was a television signal hijacking in Chicago, Illinois, on the evening of November 22, 1987. It is an example of what is known in the television business as broadcast signal intrusion. The intruder was successful in interrupting two television stations within three hours. Neither the hijacker nor the accomplices have ever been found or identified. (Information provided by Wikipedia)

Here is that video of the incident:

Here is a news report on the incident:

Here is a story written by someone who thinks he knows who was behind this incident:

(This story was found originally at

What I know about all of it in a nutshell:

When I was in my early teens, a number of my friends were into the local phreaking/hacking scene. (This was suburban Chicago, from about 1985 until 1993 or so.) They were much older than me (high school and college age), but they put up with me as sort of a novelty I guess..They liked the fact I looked up to them as quasi-role models, at least.

In any event, I spent countless hours/nights over the ensuing years hanging out with them on local BBS’es and dial-up chat systems, and the occasional in-person get together. Most of them were just casual acquaintances. In most cases, I only knew them by their handle, but a few I knew by name. Two of the people I knew were brothers.

This is the point in the story where you folks aren’t going to be happy with me. I still remember what their full names are, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to share them publically. There are a couple reasons, ones that I think most fair-minded people would agree with.

First, there’s the obvious. The FCC may still want to have a little talk with at least one of the two brothers, who we’ll call “J”, the one who I believe was behind it. Secondly, the person who I believe did it, J, has mild to severe autism, and, at least at the time, was being cared for by his brother, who we’ll call “K”. I don’t want to disrupt their lives. Thirdly, I don’t have complete proof. Only a good amount of circumstantial evidence.. Although i’ve tried recently to contact them to ask them privately (as a fellow Redditor suggested) with no luck.

Anyway, back to our charming childhood story. I know people should be inherently skeptical here, so, i’ll do my best to provide you with as much in the line of details as I can remember. I hope it’s enough to show that i’m not making anything up here.

People who were into the hacking scene back then were basically the same type of people who are into the hacking scene now…Guys who live in their parent’s basements, charming/brilliant guys who don’t think to bathe often, and often lacking in social skills pretty much across the board. They hang out at Denny’s until they’re asked to leave, they can quote Monty Python sketches from memory, and sleep with JRR Tolkien books under their beds where other guys stash porn. Despite the lack of good grooming and social skills, there was the occasional party every so often, or at least a get together at somebody’s place.

One of these get-togethers was in an apartment in a town called LaGrange, a suburb of Chicago, in the winter of 1987. K lived in an a shared apartment with his girlfriend, along with a roommate (also a fellow hacker) who we’ll refer to as M. K and his girlfriend lived in one half of the apartment, and M lived in the other half. J lived with his parents, and never moved out. I believe J and K were originally from Downers Grove, or Darien. Anyway, the two rooms of this apartment were separated by a clothesline strung in a doorway, and a large rug hung over it–Practically every square inch with the exception of one corner was packed with systems working and some apparently non-working. I remember how the apartment looked in detail because it was the first time I had ever seen an 80 column screen. 🙂 It was hot as hell in there, too. Anyway, the apartment was located in a rather run-down looking apartment high-rise, maybe 4-5 stories tall, located within walking distance of a Pizza Hut. (We all walked over and did lunch/dinner there that day.)

K was a quiet guy. Even though he lived in this apartment with his girlfriend, he often took care of his older brother J who still lived at home. The degree of J’s autism was such that I doubt he could ever hold down a job, even a part time job.

J, despite having fairly severe autism, and coming off as basically…crazy, was actually kind of funny. His sense of humor was sort of disturbing, sort of sexually deviant in nature. He wasn’t very personable, but he was funny.. The sort of person that you would feel kind of uncomfortable sitting next to as a kid, but he would grow on you after a while, and you would accept him as one of the group after realizing that his mannerisms were odd but basically harmless. No eye contact, ever, but the dirty jokes were funny, at least to me as a 13 year old at the time.

(Although it’s circumstantial, this is the first bit of evidence I have. The Max Headroom video features a guy who at one point holds up what appears to be a vibrator or dildo, and tosses it out of frame. The end of the video shows a woman dressed up like Annie Oakley swatting someone’s bare ass with a flyswatter. This is the sort of humor that J loved. All of his jokes, constantly, involved something childish and/or sexually deviant. The video, for all intents and purposes, is a perfect reflection of J’s sense of humor. Scattered, nervous, and comically sexually deviant.)

J was at the party in the apartment that afternoon. I didn’t talk with him directly (me, and the friend of mine that I was there with didn’t really talk to anybody that day), but I did overhear what the others were talking about. They were referring to J planning to do something “big” over the weekend. I remember that word, “big”, because it piqued my curiosity as to what might be considered “big” by their standards. I later asked them collectively during the dinner we all had at Pizza Hut later that night what they were talking about earlier, what “big” was, and someone (probably K) told me to “Just watch Channel 11 (WTTW) later that night.” …As sort of an offhanded suggestion. I did happen to be watching Channel 11 later that night, having forgotten about the whole “big” conversation earlier that day. I saw it, but I didn’t put 2 and 2 together at the time.

(A funny side note here, thinking back to that dinner — One of the guys mentioned earlier, M, decided he was going to play a prank on the Pizza Hut staff for poor service. He got up on a chair, put a half-eaten slice of pizza on a plate on top of one of the wooden beam rafters in the restaurant. No one would have found it presumably until it began to rot.)

J didn’t really talk to people directly. His brother K sort of talked for him, but not like an interpreter.. More like a person there to rephrase or elaborate on what J was talking about, to clear up what he was saying… To speak with him, not for him. J was much older than his brother. I remember having a hard time trying to place his age, because he dressed very unusually and had very thick, very tinted corrective lenses. In retrospect, i’d say he was probably in his late 20’s to early 30’s at the time. Again, it was hard to tell.

At the end of the night, my friend and I ended up getting a ride home from J. He drove a small beat up car with alot of army instructional manuals inside of it… The sort of plain black-text-on-off-yellow-cardstock given to soldiers that cover all sorts of topics you learn in the military. I thought it was kind of awkward that the two of us sitting in the back seat said nothing to J during the ride home, so I tried to strike up some conversation with him. He never answered any of my questions. He had his own topics he wanted to talk about. Paraphrasing:

Me: “Hey J****? How old are you, anyway?”

J: “Oh. Do you know why I told you not to sit in the front seat?”

Me: Uh… Why?

J: “Oooh, In case you said something stupid!”

Me: “What do you mean?”

J: “There’s a surprise under the seat for people who say something stupid! Oooh, or if YOU say something stupid!”

Me: “Huh?”

J: “What TV shows do you watch?”

Me: “I don’t really watch TV.”

J: “Hey, I’m hungry. Ooooh, I hope you don’t say something stuuupid.”

…What i’m trying to illustrate here is that J often jumped around randomly back and forth to different subjects when he talked. He never really kept a clear line of conversation. This brings us to the next bit or two of circumstantial evidence. If you watch the video, the person behind the mask jumps around in exactly the same way as J. The problem is, I never spoke with J for anything other than that ride home, but the way he spoke was in line with the type of verbal mannerisms of the guy in the mask. Where most people would say “um” in conversation, J said “Oh” in various lengths. “Oooooh” if he struggled to find something to say.

On the ride home we talked about what he did for a hobby. He was very proud of a radio he recently acquired, a police radio that he had hacked to “cover practically everything from whale farts to gamma rays.”, he said, which was about the only piece of non-sexual comedy I heard come out of his mouth that afternoon. That’s the fourth bit of circumstantial evidence. J knew a great deal about not just the broadcast spectrum, but the electronics that underpinned that sort of stuff. By definition, he was a broadcast hacker.

(As another side note, I later learned from someone else that J had a canister of nerve gas under the passenger seat. They swore by it. It was something J thought was funny, like a conversation piece/something to scare people. That was his personality. He could never really connect with anyone in a friend-like way. He liked to scare people, basically, and work from there.)

Here’s where my recollection of J begins to fade. I don’t recall under what circumstance I remember first hearing about this part, but I do remember hearing that J loved reading newspapers. It was one of his peculiarities, and maybe part of his autism. Specifically, it had to do with him hanging out at convenience stores early in the morning to be there when the paper(s) were dropped off. That’s what sealed it for me. That recollection, and the fact that the guy in the mask on the video mentions newspapers repeatedly.

It’s a minor point, but Clutch Cargo would have also been contemporaneous to J’s childhood. Clutch Cargo was an early 60’s cartoon. Only someone born in the 1950’s would have been able to sing the theme song. If J was about 30 at the time (1987), then this would make sense.

That’s about all I know. The man behind the mask seems for all intents and purposes to be J. The “brother” mentioned in the video is his brother, K. The woman with the flyswatter is likely K’s girlfriend, whom I may or may not have ever met. I don’t think I did that day.

(For the record, it’s speculation, but I don’t think that’s J’s butt getting hit with the flyswatter. I think it was K’s. I can’t see J allowing anyone to see him partially naked, let alone being hit with a flyswatter—only joking about it.)

That’s pretty much all I know.

And finally watching the video on Youtube led me to this other video featuring it, and two other strange broadcasts:

In the description for the video it explains all three videos:

We already know about the first one if you made it this far in the article, so here are the descriptions from broadcast #2 and #3.

#2 UVB-76
This irritating electric noise is a Russian radio broadcast over a certain
frequency, constantly, non stop, 24-7 since alteast 1982.
The wierd part isnt the tone, its what happens when it stops…
in its 20-something year run, the sound has been interrupted only three times,
the earliest known time being Christmas Eve in 1997.
Each time a voice comes on and lists several Russian names
and numbers before returning to the foghorn.
It gets even wierder when you realize that the sound isnt a direct signal,
infact its broadcasted through a microphone,which means its actually a live
sound in a room.
Every so often, conversations can be heard in the background, though
they are difficult to decipher.

#3 The backwards radio station.
As you can probably tell, its not actually a backwards radio station,
its a name attributed to it.
Just like the UVB-76 the signals reason is unknown, simply being played
non stop for years on end.
Strangely, the signal is played in 2 frequencies, one from America
and one from europe.
Some people have put MAJOR effort into determining the true reason for the
noise ,but to no avail.
Remember, behind every large scale radio signal, there is an excessive
amount of electricity,cost and equipment being used, so there must be a reason

This is what Andrew Michaels is doing now…………


OR CHOOSE NOT TO LISTEN TO IT……..because we do happen to live in a place that affords us choice.

This is definitely NOT Kim Jong-il territory.

(Unless you cannot see the Play button, then you might be in Kim Jong-il territory, or maybe you just are using a computer that does not recognize that audio player in my post.)

Anyways…….on to my post:

“Hey Universe, here come some real bad people…..”

We as humans have to deal with middlemen in just about every situation. This gives us less quality, less efficiency, less everything…….since the middlemen always take their slice of the pie.

So…….I was thinking about some basic middlemen that we all deal with on a basic level for survival. I have come to the conclusion that we really need to become solar on a genetic level for our main means of receiving our energy. Plants do it, so why can’t we?

Plants were created with the ultimate form of survival. The ability to take energy directly from the sun. Think about it……..Superman also receives his energy the same way. Plants were granted a Superman strength, BUT they were hindered since they were not afforded the luxury of thought.

We; on the other hand were awarded the ability of thought, but we are required to deal with middlemen in order to receive energy from the sun.

The sun is the ultimate source of energy in our solar system……Yet we cannot just take our slice of the pie. We have to deal with middlemen in order to reap the energy it provides, for our own survival.

We eat the plants; or eat the animals that eat the plants, for our own survival. On some sense, the animals are yet another level of middlemen since they are in turn eating a middleman, and we are eating them as another level of a middleman. For the sake of this article I will not consider the multiple levels of middlemen, just them one in the same.

The article might get too confusing if I did go that route……

For us to survive; we eat a plant or something that ate a plant, which had gotten it’s energy directly from the sun. That’s a lot of work for our own survival. What if I feel like being a caveman AND lazy? Then what? I just die?

Plants just get to sunbathe each day like they are on vacation for their entire lives.

The plants have got it right.

Imagine just being on vacation your whole life since everything you ever needed for survival was provided for free from the sun. We will be fed from the sun and it will be free, just like the oxygen we breathe.

Unlike plants; we as humans have to worry about survival since we need to look for food on a regular basis. Admittedly…… long as you have money, it’s not too hard to survive. Everything needed for a comfortable survival is provided to us……….for a slice of the pie.

This is another fucking middleman…..On top of the plant I was originally explaining, and also on top of the one I choose to ignore (the animal). But this middleman is the worst, since it is a human …..(more on that later).

Back to the plant…….

We need to be like it, since it is our natural middleman to the sun.

If we could all just be genetically manipulated to take our energy directly from the sun……. I think that we would all be okay, and not as much bad shit would happen around the world. Everyone would be fed, so no one would be having to worry about survival. We would all just hang out in the sun AND have the ability to think. We would not be oppressed by anything our former society held upon us. Everyone would blossom to their full potential.

We could reach unimaginable levels of understanding what this universe is, which we find ourselves in.

All because we cut out the middleman, and used what the plants were once doing to provide us with the energy from the sun.

We will now live in a temporary world where there are no middlemen. This is only temporary because we are still human, and greed will once again get the best of us.

There would be some real evil humans who are living today, that would get through to this next level of existence as a species. These are people that don’t deserve to get through to a world where everything we need is provided by a sunny day. These people will now be the bad people of our society, BUT NOW with at least one Superman type strength. They will not be happy with just being like everyone else, they will want more power than the rest.

These evil people will look for something else to exploit for their own benefit.

They will want to be closer to the sun for even more power. This will start out with more space travel. And eventually lead us to the colonization of the moon.


If we want to go to the moon on a vacation, it will cost us.

The oxygen we breath on the moon?

We will pay them for it while we are there.

Extinction level event on Earth?

They can take us to a safety shelter on the moon or another planet providing us the best chance for survival……. but we will pay for it, and it ain’t for the middle class to afford.

Fucking super-human middlemen………much more epic in scale compared to regular human middlemen in terms of their exploitations on fellow humans. But the universe doesn’t have to worry just yet.

It’s the Super-Super-Human middlemen that are the ones who the universe has to really start worrying about, since they will one day be trying to steal entire solar systems for their own well being. (admittedly the universe has plenty of time to prepare for such an event caused by a S.S.H. middleman…….)

Now that I get to the end of this piece of writing I believe that I don’t mind middlemen, as long as they are not human middlemen.

It is perfectly fine if plants are our middlemen to the sun, because at least they don’t have the ability to think like humans.


Since they don’t think like humans, they provide us with the oxygen for free.

Hopefully we don’t exploit our DNA to be like a plant anytime soon. If we do succeed in this, then take this as my message of warning:

“Hey Universe, here come some real bad people……”

This is what Andrew Michaels is doing now……..

Putting up the Christmas tree…..

Posted: November 23, 2011 in Uncategorized

Apparently there were no fatalities, pretty insane video…..

I hope he makes it…..

This is what Andrew Michaels is doing now……….

Sour Cream

Posted: November 17, 2011 in Uncategorized

Watch the whole video…..if you can


Tonight I got to thinking while I was in the hot tub. It was a nice night with a bright moon, so I stayed in longer than usual. I started to think about the possibility of someday purchasing small amounts of gold on a regular basis. I view it as safe way to go with your money, especially seeing as there is only a limited amount of gold available on this planet.

Then it got me to thinking how this limited mineral; among other limited minerals, is a driving force in the way we function as human beings in whatever society we live in. Those societies with the rare metals live much more extravagant than those societies that do not have an abundance of these rare metals. This is all happening because we chose a long time ago to have our limited minerals on this planet be a form of currency. I guess it makes sense since there is only so much of it. Too bad dirt wasn’t a form of currency, then I could have so much money that I could just throw a dirt-bomb at someone and it wouldn’t bother me or my victim in the slightest bit.

Every single dollar bill that the United States prints, is a note representing something related to a promise of available gold, I think……

Our government has led us into 14 trillion dollars of debt, which also represents a large stockpile precious metals like gold, which we owe to another country or group. Our government better have something secret that they have achieved within science and technology, otherwise they ran us into this much debt for nothing.

I find it hard to believe that our government would be this stupid. They need to have something amazing to show for it, although we will probably never get a chance to see what they have.

This pisses me off more than the debt they got us into, because my country’s economy fucking sucks……….and our government most likely has something to show for it…….but I will probably never get to see the cool shit that our country has, which was also something the government felt was of a higher priority than it’s own citizens’ overall well being.

So this means we most likely have a government which has prioritized itself and it’s perseverance, over the well being of the average citizen.

So my question to you is:

Would you rather continue to live under a government which has led our country in this much debt?


Would you rather see this government taken over by the citizens, but then it leads to a wild west scenario as it takes time for a new government to be created from the ground up?

Take a moment to think about it, because more than likely you have no choice regardless, but if you did……which would you prefer to have take place?

My personal thought is that theoretically, having a government which has the best interest of it’s people above the interest of itself sounds really nice. But having to go to through all that wild west might prove quite difficult……but of course doable. Sacrifice our way of life for a better way of life for our grandchildren.

BUT…….I really enjoy my hot tub.

I really don’t think that it would function properly in the wild west, without a form of reliant and consistent electricity. Remember how many machines, and how much work it took Doc Brown to make one or two ice cubes? Never mind how dirty the ice looked……

Now…..imagine how much work and machinery it would take to heat my jacuzzi……

I guess what I am saying is that even if I live in a country with a government which led us into 14 trillion dollars worth of rare minerals debt to another country, at least it is in a country where I can still enjoy my jacuzzi. The government has given me the opportunity to enjoy my jacuzzi even in all the debt that they have gotten us into.

I highly doubt that the local militia style wild west government in the other scenario would grant me the ability to enjoy my jacuzzi, even if it was in no debt of rare minerals to another country. so this is a tough question for me to answer.

Ultimately I would give in and give up the hot tub for the well being of future generations……plus when I am old and grumpy it could be a piece of information that I could constantly throw into the faces younger people who are acting like assholes in a future society of better well being than our current.

“I gave up my hot tub for you, and the well being of your entire fucking generation……you little inconsiderate prick, stop acting like such an asshole, or else I am going to have to dust off my shotgun which got me through the Second Wild West. You fucking little punk…….know your goddamn place.”

This is what Andrew Michaels is doing now…….