trip like i do
it's saturday, i've gone by with no sleep and end up sleeping at work. i have a nice 2 hour nap from 1pm-3pm, and end up sitting in the walk-in freezer for around another hour just to keep cool.
it's 6pm and i'm ready to hit the freeway, ready to get the fuck away from this place.
i get home and i take a shower, my body gets unnecessarily sweaty when i work.
all i want to do tonight is fuck with people i don't know. i'm a combination of bitter and pissed off, and i just want to piss people off.
i throw my home-made cell phone jammer into my pack pocket. this little device is powered by a single 9v battery, and causes decimates cell phone signals from every carrier within a 30 foot radius. all this can be made with schematics on the internet, $20 worth of electronics equipment, and steady hands to solder the bitch together. this all fits into a tiny black case the size of a deck of cards, with a little antenna, time interval knob, and on/off toggle switch at the top.
with this, i bring a ziploc bag of wireless receievers the size of small refrigerator magnets. these cost roughly $2 a pop and 5 minutes of assembly time. these are all programmed into my jammer and are pre-programmed to let drop cell phone calls within a 20 foot radius every hour.
i stuff all of this into my pockets. for the record, i'm wearing boy pants at this very moment.
i end up at mission gorge road, near the local Best Buy. i reach into my pocket and set the time interval knob to 0, which means a constant signal is being pumped out from the device. i pull out my skateboard from the trunk of my car and make my way down mission gorge, hitting all of the stores and restaurants.
people at Best Buy look at their phones with a stupefied gaze. people sitting in booths and bars at Olive Garden are all fingering their little phones, shaking them as if it were a viable solution to the network being crippled.
there are cars that stop immediately on the street, taking their eyes off traffic to try to redial their previous conversation. trying to connect with that person and alleviate the boredom of driving. for fucks sake, put down the fucking phone and turn on the radio or something. these people are already shitty drivers, and their poor driving skills are furthermore amplified with the usage of a phone in one hand.
these people, relying on communication from far-off distances using a little device, to provide communication. these are the people who are scared to be alone, yet their loneliness is subdued with the voice of another person. loneliness is something that should never, ever be felt, but a non-physical presence except for a voice eliminates it.
i cross cuyamaca street and civic center drive, effectively hitting every store north of mission gorge road. a flock of people at the trolley frantically trying to talk about their worthless lives to other people via phone network. people texting their lives to some other person who is only going to say to him or herself, "i'm paying 10 cents a text message to hear this shit?"
every couple of miles, i stick a wireless receiver under the back bumper of a car, on the inside of the bumper where nobody would look. these people, and hopefully their neighbors, will experience dropped calls at every hour as long as this 9v battery has enough energy in it. the wireless connection between the jammer and receiver is automatically reset and randomly generated whenever a new power source is connected.
maybe this constant cell-phone jamming will make our streets safer. make our libraries less annoying when some dipshit has their obnoxious rap ring tone set to High and has the audacity to answer the call while other people are studying, rather than hit Ignore. maybe this will put an end to all those people who don't realize that they are talking on a little device, and that yelling is not necessary to get the point through, take the fucking receiver OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. maybe this will cause a spike in other forms of communication such as internet chat or just simple, traditional casual conversation.
at first glance, all i just wanted to do was the piss off a bunch of people and get away with it.
in the long run, all i wanted was the aid in the resurgence in the lost art of social interaction.
it's 6pm and i'm ready to hit the freeway, ready to get the fuck away from this place.
i get home and i take a shower, my body gets unnecessarily sweaty when i work.
all i want to do tonight is fuck with people i don't know. i'm a combination of bitter and pissed off, and i just want to piss people off.
i throw my home-made cell phone jammer into my pack pocket. this little device is powered by a single 9v battery, and causes decimates cell phone signals from every carrier within a 30 foot radius. all this can be made with schematics on the internet, $20 worth of electronics equipment, and steady hands to solder the bitch together. this all fits into a tiny black case the size of a deck of cards, with a little antenna, time interval knob, and on/off toggle switch at the top.
with this, i bring a ziploc bag of wireless receievers the size of small refrigerator magnets. these cost roughly $2 a pop and 5 minutes of assembly time. these are all programmed into my jammer and are pre-programmed to let drop cell phone calls within a 20 foot radius every hour.
i stuff all of this into my pockets. for the record, i'm wearing boy pants at this very moment.
i end up at mission gorge road, near the local Best Buy. i reach into my pocket and set the time interval knob to 0, which means a constant signal is being pumped out from the device. i pull out my skateboard from the trunk of my car and make my way down mission gorge, hitting all of the stores and restaurants.
people at Best Buy look at their phones with a stupefied gaze. people sitting in booths and bars at Olive Garden are all fingering their little phones, shaking them as if it were a viable solution to the network being crippled.
there are cars that stop immediately on the street, taking their eyes off traffic to try to redial their previous conversation. trying to connect with that person and alleviate the boredom of driving. for fucks sake, put down the fucking phone and turn on the radio or something. these people are already shitty drivers, and their poor driving skills are furthermore amplified with the usage of a phone in one hand.
these people, relying on communication from far-off distances using a little device, to provide communication. these are the people who are scared to be alone, yet their loneliness is subdued with the voice of another person. loneliness is something that should never, ever be felt, but a non-physical presence except for a voice eliminates it.
i cross cuyamaca street and civic center drive, effectively hitting every store north of mission gorge road. a flock of people at the trolley frantically trying to talk about their worthless lives to other people via phone network. people texting their lives to some other person who is only going to say to him or herself, "i'm paying 10 cents a text message to hear this shit?"
every couple of miles, i stick a wireless receiver under the back bumper of a car, on the inside of the bumper where nobody would look. these people, and hopefully their neighbors, will experience dropped calls at every hour as long as this 9v battery has enough energy in it. the wireless connection between the jammer and receiver is automatically reset and randomly generated whenever a new power source is connected.
maybe this constant cell-phone jamming will make our streets safer. make our libraries less annoying when some dipshit has their obnoxious rap ring tone set to High and has the audacity to answer the call while other people are studying, rather than hit Ignore. maybe this will put an end to all those people who don't realize that they are talking on a little device, and that yelling is not necessary to get the point through, take the fucking receiver OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. maybe this will cause a spike in other forms of communication such as internet chat or just simple, traditional casual conversation.
at first glance, all i just wanted to do was the piss off a bunch of people and get away with it.
in the long run, all i wanted was the aid in the resurgence in the lost art of social interaction.