The Comrades Lose Control

I’ve been ranting about this issue for about as long as the nonsense first appeared with software-dependent cars.  Now it seems as though it’s for real:

Hundreds of Russian Porsche owners have found their cars immobilized across the country, amid fears of deliberate satellite interference. 

Drivers have complained that their vehicles have suddenly locked up, lost power and refused to start, as owners and dealerships warn of a growing wave of failures that has left hundreds of vehicles stuck in place.

The nationwide meltdown hit Porsche models built since 2013, which are all fitted with the brand’s factory vehicle tracking system (VTS) satellite-security unit. 

The vehicles have been ‘bricked’ with their engines immobilized, due to connections with the satellite system being lost. 

Okay:  leaving aside the paranoia concerns — it’s the Daily Mail, of course there was going to be some panic warning — let’s just go with the system failure (regardless of cause) that causes one’s normally-reliable car to quit working.

I know I’m not the only person in the world who regards this “development” as creepy and worrisome.  The fact that some situation could occur that renders one’s possession useless makes me deeply apprehensive.

As I said earlier, whether the immobilization was a factor of technology fail or else of some malignant third party is unimportant.

Note that this VTS thing is touted as a “security” feature — i.e. one that lessens the effect of the car being tampered with or stolen, a dubious benefit at best — and this supposed security guards against another feature (keyless or remote start) that seems to be all the rage among today’s cars, for no real reason that I can ascertain.  In other words, car manufacturers have made it easier to steal their cars, and then have to come up with yet another feature that can negate that situation.

While some drivers were told to try a simple workaround by disconnecting their car batteries for at least 10 hours, others were advised to disable or reboot the Vehicle Tracking System, known as the VTS, which is linked to the alarm module.

Some owners have been stranded for days waiting for on-site diagnostics, tow trucks or emergency technicians.

There are reports of Russians resorting to ‘home-brew’ fixes – ripping out connectors, disconnecting batteries overnight, even dismantling the alarm module. 

A few cars were revived after 10 hours without power, but others remained immobilized.

And they call this “improvement”?

By the way, it’s not just Porsche, of course.

Last year, MPs in the United Kingdom were warned that Beijing could remotely stop electric cars manufactured in China, as relations between the two nations deteriorated. 

The previous year, lawmakers cautioned that tracking devices from China had been found in UK government vehicles. 

Yeah duh, because China is asshoe.

As for Porsche, this makes me realize why their older, non-VTS-equipped models are fetching premium prices in the second-hand market.  I mean:

300 grand for an ’87 911?  Are you kidding me?  (Yeah, I know it’s been fully restored at a cost of about $50 grand — but even taking twice that amount off the asking price would still leave you with a $200 grand ask, which is ridiculous.  No wonder the vintage sports car market is starting to tank.)

But at least this 911 isn’t going to stop working every time there’s a meteor shower, or whenever some controlling remote entity decides that you’ve been driving it too fast or too much.

It’s a fucking nightmare.  And we’ve allowed it to happen.

Followup Thought

…to the above QOTD:  I wonder whether this irritation towards the modern world’s increasing (and likely over-) complexity is just a generational thing?

I have no idea as to the age of the commenter in this case, but I know that this disenchantment and hankering after a simpler life seems fairly common among people of my age, for the simple reason that it’s a common factor of life among my friends and, lest we forget, Readers of this here website.

But do the various “Gen” types feel the same way?  I mean, we Olde Pharttes can remember (a bit) how much earlier times were less complicated and simpler.  But in the case of Teh Youngins, are they even aware that life can be simpler, given that all they’ve ever experienced is Smartphones, the Internet, self-drive cars and refrigerators that can tell you when you’re running low on milk?

And considering that most Millennials, let alone the Gen X/Y/Z tribe don’t know how to change a flat tire, cook a meal from scratch and drive a stick shift, would they embrace a simpler world when so much of their daily life is smoothed by technology?

I suspect not, for the same reason that people of my generation would have no idea how to drive a horse-drawn carriage or be able to transmit a telegraph message in Morse code.

So our final few years of life on this planet seem doomed to be techno-centric instead of simple.  What joy awaits us.

Sad Trend

I read this article with a great sense of sadness:

Founded in 1759 by the pioneering Josiah Wedgwood, the housewares brand quickly rose to prominence, earning fans in high places. Its elegant, often hand-painted china was used in Buckingham Palace, the White House, the Vatican, and even the Kremlin.

But fast forward to today, and once-prized porcelain pieces that were lovingly gifted at weddings, and saved for anniversaries and Christmas dinners are gathering dust, or worse, going for pennies on online marketplaces. 

The sparkle has well and truly faded for the formal dining crockery, pieces that once fetched hundreds of pounds are now struggling to sell at car boot sales, with some saying they can’t even ‘give the sets away’.

Why?

Expert and prolific author on ceramics and glass, John Sandon, who makes regular appearances on the BBC Antiques Roadshow, revealed the decline in demand for traditional porcelain is less about quality and more about shifting cultural attitudes. He told the Daily Mail: “Most people consider their best china and family inherited crockery is ‘old fashioned’, whatever that means. Most old sets are regarded as impractical for everyday use, and very, very few people want to use them.”

Reflecting on changing attitudes toward inherited tableware, John noted the growing disconnect between sustainability messages and modern family preferences. He added: “The much quoted ‘Antiques are Green’ message has tried to emphasise that old china sets are the ultimate recyclables. And Granny’s china sets should be used. But most modern families don’t want to.”

Highlighting the gap between appreciation and practicality, John pointed out that admiration for antique ceramics doesn’t always translate into everyday use.

“Not using your old china tea services and fruit sets is nothing to do with the reason people choose plain white from Ikea and The Range instead of very expensive Wedgwood.”

One of my abiding regrets about emigrating was that I couldn’t bring over my (inherited) dinnerware with me.  What was it?

It was Wedgwood Signet Platinum, and it was the classiest, most elegant dinnerware ever.

At dinner parties, even my rowdy, uncouth friends would comment on how lovely it looked, and how it set off the meal perfectly.

It’s profoundly sad, but not altogether surprising, that people nowadays would rather use cheap shit from Ikea or Walmart than bother to put out a decent table setting for their guests.  I guess that utility wins over style and grace.

I think I’ll go and eat some worms.  Off a paper plate.

Dry Wells

Not for the first time, I find myself devoid of interest in terms of commentary on our world today.

  • The President is fighting with Congress — BTDT
  • Russia is still bombing Ukraine — so much for all those peace deals
  • the Socialists who infest our body politic are still not going on those Great Big Beautiful chopper rides to nowhere
  • our schools, almost all of them top to bottom, suck at teaching our kids anything of value (unless socialism, climate panic and global weather patterns — a.k.a. lies could be called “worthwhile”)
  • there are slaughters and massacres taking place in Africa — like that’s an unusual occurrence — and in related matters:
  • the Muzzies are being their usual pestilential selves and misbehaving
  • let’s not talk about Teh Meejah when it comes to foul creatures and noxious gases
  • Europe… ’nuff said.

I’ve ranted on all the above topics so many times that I’m boring myself;  gawd knows what this is doing to you, my Readers. Right now, the only thing that would cheer me up would be if POTUS and his SecWar do a Night of the Long Knives thing with all those generals they’ve summoned, and then move on to do the same to the rest of the FedGov when they shut themselves down.

I think I’ll spend the entire day at the range.  Do ye all (y’all?) the same, because this nonsense may well be in our future.

Techno-Woes, Part 17

One would think that the Gods Of Technology, having bricked my new laptop (bought in January 2025) and caused me to have to buy a new one, would have done fucking with me.

One would be wrong.

Last week, I picked up my phone, to feel and see this:

Yup.  The old case, she splody like an IRA bomb or Al-Qa’eda IED.

“Oh,” said the T-Mobile tech person when I brought it in to the store, “that’s the battery.  They do that.  How long have you owned the phone?  That long?  Wow, and the battery only went phut now?  You’ve been lucky.  Anyway, you’re going to need a new one.  No, not just a new battery — a new phone, because they stopped making this model about four years ago.”

Fortunately, I long ago made the command decision to pay a little extra on my monthly bill for a replacement phone deal, should Bad Things Happen.

So I picked up the New Phone yesterday.  Why only yesterday?  Because these phone stores no longer carry any actual stock, you see — unless you’re a New Customer, in which case they’ll whip one out and empty your bank account in a flash.  But a replacement phone for existing customers?  Oh no, we’ll have to order that one, and it’ll take a week or so, sorry about that.  At least I got an upgraded model, for no extra cost.

Blessedly, the transfer of all my stuff from Old & Broken to New & Shiny only took about 5 minutes, mostly because I didn’t bother transferring any photos (having already backed them up).

I guess that 5+ years usage out of one of these “smart” phones isn’t that bad — although considering that I barely use the fucking thing (compared to everyone else in the universe), I would have thought it would last much longer.

But back to my store visit… I wanted to have a clear screen protector installed.  Sorry, we don’t keep those in stock — but we can order one for you.  One of those rubber-like protective cases?  Nope, sorry, but if we order those for you, they’ll get here in a week or so.

For fuck’s sake:  what happened to the concept of one-stop shopping and customer service?

(I should add that the staff at said store were helpful and knowledgeable in the extreme — even for Southern Nice People, they were exceptional.  They’re not to be blamed for policy decisions like in-stock items.)

Anyway, I have the new thing, and it seems to be working okay.  Let’s just hope it lasts longer than that godawful ASUS piece of shit laptop.

And the next time I go to a mall (2026, if my existing shopping trend continues), I’ll just swing by one of those little kiosks and get the screen protector and safety casing there.  Life is too short to worry about shit like that.