Saturday, August 25, 2012

Dream 8/24/2012

I was the captain of a trans-dimensional passenger airship called the NHS Tangible. The inter-planar space looked like the Gummi ship travel zone from Kingdom Hearts. I ferried people from one reality to another, docking at ports by "dropping" back into solid space at predetermined coordinates. Those coordinates corresponded to massive hangar bays in the target dimension. They functioned like airlocks of sorts. All air would be sucked out to maintain a vacuum before allowing a ship to come in. Dangerous stuff happens when matter appears in preoccupied space.

Anyway, our Wraith drive started to malfunction mid-shipment and we started jettisoning cargo back into solid space to "lighten the load". Normally, dropping material haphazardly into inter-planar space is a heinous crime because you never know where and in which solid dimension this stuff will end up but in emergency situations the law made exceptions.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Dream 8/13/2012

I had myself a messenger pigeon hawk.

Oh, first do you know how messenger pigeons work? Well, they are these pigeons that are trained to always return to 'home'. Humans started training and using these animals to deliver messages over long distances back in the pre-internet days. I'd always thought they had some kind of uncanny ability to seek out an addressee, but no. The reality is much more mundane. You had to deliver the bird first, probably in a cage, to the addressee and then that person would attach a message to the pigeon before releasing it and the bird would then fly back to its home, where the sender would receive a reply. So really, it is a one-way communication device.

Monday, August 13, 2012

We Tried

Apologies for the cryptic post yesterday, peeps. Had to get that out of my head.

Ran my first code last night and it was... interesting. Oh, 'code' means cardiac arrest, which means someone died, FYI.

We tried to get her back but, as I said, she'd already made up her mind it seems.

She was an octogenarian so I hope she had a full life while she could.

Sunday, August 12, 2012


Never gave much thought to blinking before. Neither have you. It's entirely involuntary most of the time, isn't it. One of those things you pay no mind whatsoever when everything's working as it should.
Shutting the eyes takes a fraction of a moment. Less.
Means she must have left quick. At least shut the doors behind after you go.
Or windows, rather.
Her eyes never shut.
Never shut.

Monday, August 6, 2012


Today my brother pointed out that I like post-apocalyptic stuff "too much".
I retort that I like it just the right amount: "lots".

You can make any kind of story set in regular times. There's a virtually unlimited supply of resources out there in a pre-apocalyptic world. That ain't interesting! But in the aftermath of an end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it scenario people will have to survive by scraping up the remnants of civilizations decadence. Bullets will be in finite supply since the factories and advanced manufacturing technology will have been destroyed. Clean water will be scarce. That's a cool premise! Movies like The Book of Eli [2010], books like H.G. Wells' The Time Machine, and video games like Fallout get me in a special way because of these little details.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Yeah. That Happened.

Anyone watch the 1st Round table tennis match between North and South Korea? Or the DPRK and the ROK if you wanna be technical about it.
Well, I noticed something in the NBC broadcast. After the match, just as the two competitors shook hands the camera cut away so fast anyone who blinked might not have seen this:

The cut-away was so conspicuously rough I can just imagine some stooge in the editing department leaping across the room to slam the Censor button. Normally, they transition between footage with a sparkling NBC logo. This time they whipped away to show something unimportant like people standing on the sidelines.

You stay classy, NBC.

Saturday, August 4, 2012


I've forgotten almost all of the dream I had last night. The only thing I do recall is giving D-girl a hug.

Friday, August 3, 2012


So you remember those kewl taekwondo pins they're selling over in the Team USA shop?

When I get my hands on one of those I'm going to cherish it cuz it's so cool. But is it really something to get excited about? Is it really special and/or rare? Well, no. They sell 'em to anyone who wants one or three. But I think about it and I believe I could go my whole life and never encounter another person in the street with this pin displayed on their backpack. I believe that makes it rare in a de facto manner, doesn't it? There could be a giant stockpile of these left sitting in a warehouse somewhere when the 2016 Olympics come around but that doesn't mean anything to the rest of us, does it? Does it matter? Not really.

I still want one. When I click on the Shop link on the official London 2012 Olympics website it automatically re-directs me to the Team USA shop. You guys who live in other countries, does your Olympic shop sell different looking TKD pins? I'm pretty sure these products aren't individually designed, these are official London Olympic memorabilia.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

I Am Really Curious

I wonder how they are pronouncing this guy's name.

Jang Jeekay? Jang Jike? Zzzzzhang Zzzzheekay?

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

The Dark Knight Falls... Flat On His Face

Watched The Dark Knight Rises [2012] yesterday. It was a mess. I don't know what that movie was trying to say. Isn't this the same Gotham that contained convicts that refused to blow up citizens on the other boat and vice versa? Isn't this the city that's "full of people ready to believe in good"? Well, apparently they really do get along with convicts just fine. To the point of shooting at cops with assault rifles and charging to meet them in battle like some kind of medieval engagement. The final street battle was all kinds of retardation and contrivance, by the way.

Apparently all it takes to make people repudiate Harvey Dent, their white knight, is for a masked madman to read from a ream of papers which he claims to be the true story of Dent's demise written by the police commissioner. That doesn't even sound likely even though it was true.

And Bane's character. Besides the use of the name 'Bane' he really had nothing to do with the Batman universe character of that name. They never made note of any strength-enhancing drugs, a hallmark of the character. He also wasn't a massive person at all. He was of above-average stature at best. He only sporadically exhibited any measure of 'super-human' strength. Without the name I'd have thought he was just an above-averagely strong man the entire movie.

Catwoman's character never really got any development. I think they just needed a pretty face and a happy ending for Bruce.

At the end of the film John Blake (Gordon-Levitt) reveals his legal name is 'Robin John Blake'? Not Dick Grayson? I was disappointed at that.

And, of course, Bale's "Batman voice" is still as ridiculous as ever. It seemed like everyone knew Bruce was really Batman and yet, when in costume, he'd still talk to them using that voice.