The bastard, who became me

Of course, I am an evil bastard.

But only to those who have it coming. You see, I am not worried about saving true believers souls [1], I cannot possibly hope achieve that much. But am worried, that some people actually can, and do believe, that these free energy fantasies are part of reality.

Believing is human nature for most of us and skepticism must be learned, same goes for me.

As small as it may be, I like to fight pseudoscience and false knowledge with everything I can. Of course, I could get lost in the process, and my methods can be freely criticized.

E-Cat/ LENR is by no means the only thing I find distastefully reality-twisting. There are a lot others. But I find LENR a bit more challenging to doubt than for example UFOs, moon landing conspiracies, intelligent design or parapsychology. There already are a lot of debunkers taking care of those already.

I also find this cold fusion mess quite interesting, because it seems not to appear as immediately impossible to laymen, myself included. Or not even to very intelligent and educated people.

What if I am wrong? Rest assured; when the E-Cat finally becomes a viable energy source and my house is heated with the miracle, I will be the first to apologize to all.

I feel great today, but maybe it does not last much longer.

So hugs and kissed to everyone, and let the show go on.

The hug:

The hug:

[1] True believers of miracles just around the corner

Why do I choose to doubt?

I was twelve years old, when I realized there is no God. I am not quite sure how I came to the conclusion, but I think I remember that spring day more than 40 years ago. Must confess thought, that this can be an illusion and a false memory, how can you ever be sure?

We all change and our memories change with us.

Abandoning the idea of God did not change much in my life, because my family was not very religious. It was a habit to go to church on Christmas, but that was about all there was to it.

However, I did not understand, that the world was full of similar things. Things, that we should not believe without questioning them first. Only later, after reading UFO and parapsychology literature, did I realize that a lot of written stuff is complete bullshit. It was a shock, because it was horrible for me not be able to trust what I read from the books.

Later I learned that it is probably not possible to understand everything in this universe. It was an other major disappointment to me, because understanding everything had been my primary goal when I decided to go study physics in the university.

I had been naive again.

Uncertainty and hard work is always present when you want to learn new things. Maybe this uncertainty is so unnatural to human mind, that we rather believe crazy things without questioning, than expose ourselves to tedious learning process and skeptical thinking.

I have no idea what my next shock will be, but whatever it is, I hope I can cherish it as an opportunity to learn still something new.

The fact that I did not achieve my childish goal of understanding everything does not depress me anymore, though at some point it did.  Now I think, that even if the universe may be incomprehensible to me, it does not mean it cannot be understood in principle.

It is a long climb that never ends.



A lot of people believe in gods, evil spirits and even to ingenious ex-convicts, who craft solutions to worlds energy problems in their garage.

It is somewhat amazing, that most adult people are able to comprehend Santa Claus is not real, but at the end are somehow unable to generalize the idea.


I was wrong – What now?

What if I am wrong?

I have been participating in quite many Internet discussions about Andrea Rossi’s E-Cat [1] lately. It may seem that I have nothing better to  do, but believe me, I have.

Well, what amazes me anyways, is that it is almost heart breaking how The True Believers, trying to confront critique, are somehow worried about us pathoskeptics. They are worried about our crash-landing, when we realize we were wrong.



I have nothing against being wrong. On the contrary, I cherish the opportunity to be wrong.  Should Rossi’s E-Cat be available at the local hardware store, I would immediately be fascinated.

But given all the crap we have been fed during last couple of years by The Conjurer, Mr. Andrea Rossi himself, I would not take a single ad hominem attack back. That’s how pathological I would be, even defeated.

But I could live with it.


The future is always fascinating. You never know when you need additional dentistry.




Monkey see, monkey do – Why not to delete you Facebook account?

Couple of years ago, I deleted my Facebook account.  I was a digital corpse.

I did not like it in Facebook. More precisely, I did not like the digital noise and the fact that everyone was shouting, but nobody was listening. Even with only couple of tens of Facebook friends you don’t really want to know what they are doing all the time. Of course, you can adjust your privacy settings and you can decide not to accept a friend invitation, but on what grounds would you want to reject somebody.

It is just too hard.

Now, a few years later, i find myself again with a Facebook account. Not because I want to have one, but because I noticed that I sometimes need one.  With the new account I have zero friends and I receive no invitations, because I have limited the friend requests to friends of friends.

I know that is weird.  I still expect people to email or call me, if they want to converse. I true fossil I am.

I don’t think Facebook is totally useless, but I think it has created a culture of pseudo-communication that is completely bogus.  And more importantly, it has created a monopoly; you have to have a Facebook account, otherwise you do not exist. Facebook owns you and it owns you data.

Who remembers Diaspora, that was going to be a rival to Facebook,  never heard of it?  Not many have, and it seems to have died away a long time ago. Google+ and other options are far behind Facebook in popularity and  they all fail to solve the basic problem: if you want to change your social platform provider, you have to abandon you data and your friends.

Well, I am not too paranoid about this, because I am sure things will change to the better. Things will change and you will be able to select you  social media provider and you will be able to govern you own data.
Who dare to develop the next step: social network without limits and with freedom to host your data wherever you want to.  Anyways, your data is yours, and you should be able to totally control it. You may be part of Big Data, but your data are Your Data.
I wonder, if digital suicide can have a traumatizing effect on you. In disconnected cyberspace, nobody will hear your scream.