It’s a video BLOWOUT!

This blog and my videos are out of sync again. Isn’t that always the way? You always run out of sync just when you need it the most.

You’d think I would learn to stock up.

So interspersed with my usual chatty babble will be links to the last three videos I have made. They are just talking beardy head stuff, so you didn’t miss anything too exciting. But I like them.

Here’s the first. It’s about cities.

That’s how it works, folks. From Netflix to my brain to you.

I am very interested in ways to update this modern lifestyle of ours. I think it has developed the kind of systemic instabilities that if it were a piece of software would require either a patch or a reboot, and I shudder to think of what it would take to “reboot” modern civilization.

I am picturing a comet. Damn, why did I ever read God’s Anvil, the sequel to Niven’s Lucifer’s Hammer? It’s a hyper realistic, hard science fiction description of the world ending from a comet strike.

Freaked me the hell out.

Anyhow, I am increasingly convinced that the people of the modern world are suffering from a profound mass spiritual crisis due to modern life’s inability to meet their higher needs. Consumer capitalism is very good at the stuff near the bottom of Maslov’s pyramid. Food, clothing, shelter, and entertainment can all be had in copious amounts at prices that make them available to nearly everybody.

And modern life is pretty good at the safety and security needs. Despite what the media would have you think, crime is extremely rare and random crime to people in nice neighborhoods rare still. We have made life very safe and are always striving to make it even safer. Most of us do not have to worry about our physical security.

We do it anyway. But we don’t have to.

But that’s where it stops. Consumer capitalism can’t bring you friends, or family, and as for sexual intimacy, it can only really bring you the sex part.

Real intimacy cannot be bought or sold.

What modern society desperately needs is a spiritual expansion project that builds upon the excellent foundation consumer capitalism provides and expands it upwards by creating social structures that can reach and comfort people, and break the isolation that our careless society creates.

The next vid is about how you’re a caveman.

At least, a little bit.

I am quite pleased to have a little caveman in me. It explains a lot, really.

I am very interested in the dawn of humanity. It’s such a fascinating time to think about. The first people who were… people, there on the east coast of Africa or possibly somewhere closer to the center. What did the world look like to them? How could they have made sense of their place in the cosmos? To them, the whole world was the plains and rocky shores they lived on.

Did they think there must be more?

Particularly, I have been pondering the question of the very first true human. That is, the first one with what we would call sentience. What would life have been like for him or her? What must have it been like to be smarter and more aware of the world than everyone you have every known? Did other proto-humans suddenly seem like animals to this first member of homo sapiens sapiens? Did they wonder if there was something terribly wrong with them? Did they seem spooky and powerful to the rest of their tribe?

Perhaps it happened many times before it happened to someone who, through circumstance or personality, could turn this power to its advantage and use it to have a reproductive edge over both its tribe and its dangerous surroundings.

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is only king if he is the sort of person who can use his vision to gain power. Otherwise, he’s a lunatic.

This First True Human (FTH for short) must have had a very unusual life. Everything about its freshly minted consciousness must have frightened and confused it, and it had nobody it could talk to because there’s a good chance nobody could talk.

There are some doubts as to whether sentience could arise without language. I am positive it could, and the doubters simply lack imagination.

The third and final vid is about jokes.

I think everyone, or at least everyone who likes to laugh, has that one or two joke that is all theirs because they are the only people they know who find it funny, and that makes it a sort of treasure, in a way.

It’s a joke that needs you.

Often, the reason others don’t get it is that they lack the knowledge required to understand it. That’s not the joke’s fault. The number one rule of comedy is “know your audience”, and if you tell a smoking hot Star Trek joke to a bunch of people who think Star Trek stars Jabba the Hutt, you are going down in flames.

And sometimes, it’s because the joke has a kind of irony that, quite frankly, takes a certain degree of intelligence and intellectual engagement just to detect. This is another case of needing to know your audience. Your intricate little bon mots will probably go over better at the chess club than at the tractor pull.

But sometimes, it’s all about you, and luck. The right joke at the right time just tickles you in just the right way that it opens the floodgates of laughter, and you will love that joke forever for it, even if nobody else does.

Well that’s it for today, folks. Still excited about the new place, but the reality of having to moving all this furniture is really sinking in.

I am thinking $350 ain’t gonna cut it.

This is gonna suck a lot before it’s cool, isn’t it?

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.

It’s not Friday

I just keep thinking that is it, because I had therapy today.

Today, because the doc is going away today and would not be around for an appointment on Friday. So even though he had a plane to catch today, he saw a bunch of his patients, and I think that is quite noble of him. Especially for me, because he knows that my mood drops if I don’t see him once a week, and this way I got to see him this week.

So even though our appointment ended up lasting only half an hour, I am glad I got to see him. Thanks, Doctor Costin!

One odd, silly little bit of annoyance : When I went to fill my prescriptions today, the pharmacist told me that I was exactly one day early and he couldn’t fill them without having to charge me.

See, the province keeps track of when you get your meds refilled, and will not pay for them if you try to get them filled before they think you should have run out.

And so I will not be able to pick up my psychiatric meds until Friday, which is the exact day I would have been getting them if the doc wasn’t going away on a trip.

Life’s funny, isn’t it? Isn’t it?

Don’t worry, though, I have more than enough to see me through till then. I honestly probably could have gone another week without a refill, but I am a firm believer in “better safe than sorry”.

The idea is to get more before you run out. That way… you never run out! And I like that feeling.

Oh, one last note on that : I actually considered not getting my pill refill today because I was feeling tired and lazy after the therapist and just wanted to go home and lie down. But I pulled myself together and told myself that such laziness is not acceptable, and did it anyway.

Turns out, I would have gotten the same result if I had indeed put it off till Friday, and saved myself a trip.

Oh well, I need more excuses to get my enormous butt out of the apartment more often anyhow.

And now for a few links. Seems like forever since I did links on here, doesn’t it? The angst kinda took over. Don’t get me wrong, angsting on here has done wonders for me. Other people deal with things other ways, but writers deal with things by writing about them.

Anyhow, check out what this doggy, who is definitely NOT allowed on the bed, does when his masters aren’t home.

Extreme LOL. I laughed so hard when I saw that the first time. He does not just get on the bed when his owners are away. He ROCKS that bed, as if he can’t possibly get on the bed ENOUGH for his madcap rebel soul.

And the cats just sitting there in the right hand of the drame, just watching with their usual lack of concern, really adds to the comedy for me. They look like they are thinking “Yup. Dogs are insane. Just look at that idiot. ”

Now here’s a picture guaranteed to cause sexual confusion in some.

Bunny got back!

Bunny got back!

See, that is the sort of thing that leads straight males to be attracted to Bugs Bunny when he’s in drag. You have to admit, that bunny packs ass, and when all the outward signs are feminine, the hormones get activated, without the brain’s consent.

Hey, you know what would be a fun bit of gender subversion? Get the most passable tranny or crossdresser around and get him/her to pose for a picture in which they look perfectly gorgeously female in every detail, but their dick is hanging out.

Actually, that sounds kinda hot. And it would be almost as fun to do the flipside of that, a very passable drag king or FtM looking all handsome and hunky, but with visible vag. That would really mess with people’s minds.

What can I say, I love to fuck with the gender binary. The world of gender is far too complex for an A or B model of the world, and a lot of us are somewhere in between. Anything that helps people open their mind to that is a good thing to me.

I believe that people are inherently bisexual. It’s not necessarily a fifty-fifty split, but I think that if society did not railroad people into the gender binary where you have to decide “which one you are”, people would naturally drift into gender and sexual orientation values that would be considered bisexual by our current standards.

I dream of a future when it’s the rigid monosexuals who seem odd.

How about this tranquil little scene?

Is there a Toys R Us near here?

Is there a Toys R Us near here?

It’s nice to see that Jerome the Giraffe from the Friendly Giant is enjoying his retirement.

Here he is, posing with his daughter and grandchild :

They have his eyes and their mother's neck

They have his eyes and their mother’s neck

I am so jealous of this woman.

Hey nature photographer lady! We're natures!

Hey nature photographer lady! We’re natures!

This is what happens when Snow White becomes a wildlife photographer,

I’ve been saying this for years :

That's why they hate the cold. They don't want to freeze solid!

That’s why they hate the cold. They don’t want to freeze solid!

I once had a cat ooze under a bathroom door with only about a one inch gap at the bottom. She just slide right under it like she was the T2 and then looked at me all innocent.

It was, to be honest, pretty freaky.

Now these people have my kind of sense of humour :

Hair of the dog that bit you?

Hair of the dog that bit you?

Finally, I saved this one for last, because absolutely nothing could top it.

Dogs love balls!

Dogs love balls!

That’s it for me for today, folks. I will see you again tomorrow.

Sharing is caring!

I haven’t done a link sharing post in a while, and I have a few links kicking around, so what the heck.

I have had this in my browser for weeks waiting to use it, and tonight’s the night.

The Haunted House

Police in Gary, Indiana (great, now that tune is stuck in my head) say that they believe the stories about a certain rental property being haunted.

That is to say, they believe the people who got the hell out of there when things started started getting freaky. How freaky? Let me quote the article.

Levitating children, swarms of flies in wintertime, mysterious footprints, invisible friends, another child
“walking backward up a wall in the presence of a family case manager and hospital nurse”

That freaky enough for you? Fucking A. That is some prime cut scary shit right there.

Local psychics claim that the house is haunted by over 200 demons, making it a sort of demonic frat house. (More demonic than the usual frat house, that is. )

Now as my faithful readers know, I do not believe in the supernatural. Something either exists, and is therefore subject to all the normal physical limits that everything else does, or it doesn’t exist at all. There is no category in between.

However, when it comes to what is normally called “supernatural phenomena”, I try to keep an open mind. After all, our inability to explain something does not mean it does not exist. We used fire for thousands of years before we had any idea how it actually worked.

Besides, whether or not these demons, ghosts, and goblins are “real” or not, the phenomena in question are still fascinating and well worth serious scientific inquiry. What causes people to have these experiences? Why do people who have never even seen each other have similar experiences in the same locations? What is it about certain places that makes people see ghosts or be overcome with a terrible dread, and so on?

The most promising theory that I have had encountered is that certain places have a certain kind of electromagnetic activity that activates certain parts of the brain that lead to this kind of phenomena. It is a proven scientific fact that exposure to certain kinds of magnetic fields can cause human beings to hallucinate, experience strong emotions, and even have what to them feels like a religious experience.

For a while, they thought that the source of the phenomena-inducing electromagnetic activity might well be geomagnetic. That would have neatly explained why it seems to be tied to location. Same place, same geomagnetic activity.

Sadly, nobody has been able to find sufficient supporting evidence for that claim. The amount of electromagnetic activity we experience from pretty much everything with a current flowing through it washes out whatever geomagnetic background there might be, and so it is impossible to get definitive evidence that place A has geomagnetic signature B which leads to phenomenon C.

Still, it seems quite plausible to me. I think there is a lot we do not know about how the electromagnetic soup in which we all live affects our central nervous system. We may have senses we do not even know about.

Next up, video time.

I love the point this video is trying to make, but it makes it really confusingly.

The idea is that our American protagonist can only live like a Swede because he’s the son of a rich father. An American would have to be rich to live like a Swede of any income.

In other words, being a Swede is quite awesome. Suck it, Americans!

Oh, but it’s great to have a shitty life that is more expensive because FREEDOM.

I have asked conservative Americans what it would cost them to get health insurance with zero deductibles, absolutely no limitations as to what hospital you go to or what doctor you can have, with unlimited coverage no matter what.

If they are honest, they will either say “a hell of a lot” or “you just can’t get that here”.

But I have it standard because I am a Canadian. No matter how poor I am (and that’s plenty poor), I have something that most Americans can only dream of.

And you know what? It makes me feel free. I have zero bureaucrats standing between me and my doctor. Nobody decides what I do and do not get. I get what I need to be healthy, period.

Americans, on the other hand, pay through the nose to be fucked around by profit oriented megacorps who like the part where people give them money, but the part where they have to pay money to actually provide the service they were paid for?

Not so much.

Maybe I should do a Like A Canuck video.

Finally, we have this utterly epic commercial.

If I was surfing late night TV and I saw an ad like that, I would mark like a bitch, because that kicked ass.

This is supposedly a totally real place, although unless they also have a laser tattoo removal service, I can’t see how they could fix some of those tats.

I suppose if the artists are kung fu masters at tattoing, they could figure out how to turn your bad tat into something else. Turn that lame eagle into an awesome firebird. Turn that last girlfriend’s name into your new girlfriend’s name.

That kinda thing.

Anyhow, if I lived in that area and wanted to get inked, I would go there in a heartbeat, because they totally seem like my kind of people.

Odds are, I will never get inked, because tattooing is both painful and a huge commitment. Maybe something small, like a rosette or a symbol of some sort.

But probably not. Not until they come up with a way to give someone a tattoo that is both painless and reversible.

And realistically speaking, I could never actually decide what I wanted. I have a hard enough time picking a deodorant, and there’s only a couple dozen those.

Tattoo shops have hundreds of designs.

I would be there for DAYS.

That’s all the links for today, folks. Talk to you later!

Saturday Linksplosion #2

Time for another link-gasm, folks! Let’s share together.

First up, one strictly for the ladies, a song that I think every single one of you will enjoy, period.

Trigger warning : it’s done in the style of a song for a musical.

First up, full disclosure, menstruation is the number one reason I am glad to be male.

When I first learned the truth of what ladies have to go through every frigging month, it just seemed so terribly wrong. So unfair. Bleeding from their most intimate area for five days out of every month? That’s sixty days a year of bleeding! That is two whole months out of every fucking year they have to put up with that shit!

And it’s not just bleeding either. That would be bad enough. But they get bloating, cramps, hormonal mood swings they can’t do anything to control, and a host of other nasty shit.

That was pretty upsetting to learn, and I learned it early because I have two older sisters. I can only imagine that it must be catastrophically worse to find out that shit is going to be happening to you.

For that reason alone, I feel a sort of guilt towards women, like we men owe them something for putting up with all that awfulness so we don’t have to.

Being the gender that makes the babies is not easy.

Back to the actual video, I love the upbeat and artfully silly style it uses. Awesome stuff. I think my favorite moment is when she dances across the scene with all the jocks in the locker room.

The timing is perfect and she does it so well!

And then we have this perfectly ordinary little scene.

It's like the sad little playroom in a children's hospital.

It’s like the sad little playroom in a children’s hospital.

But this scene holds a truly amazing secret.

See that unicorn over there?

Holy shit,  rainbows!

Holy shit, rainbows!

It’s a freaking CAKE! yes, that entire unicorn is cake. And not just any cake. It’s rainbow cake. Because what else would you find inside a unicorn but rainbows?

The cake is a creation of The Tatooed Bakers, and needless to say, it is their flagship work. An entire life sized unicorn made out of rainbow cake. Un freaking believable.

The things they can do in cake these days! When I was a kid, you were lucky if you could read the writing.

Next, we have this interesting trailer for an upcoming series that may or may not be a comedy.

The trailer certainly doesn’t seem all that funny, but the whole thing seems like it is pregnant with comedic intent and really wants to be a parody of that old fashioned prime time soap opera genre, as well as the classic “blood, lust, greed, and betrayal” type trashy novel. Reminds me of SCTV.

The trailer makes it look like they just basically made something in exactly that style, which I suppose is some sort of technical achievement but I can’t imagine why I would watch it.

But it is loaded with some serious comedic talent, and certainly the tableau they present is extremely ripe for some very funny comedy. The genre takes itself extremely seriously and is laden with repeated tropes.

And it hasn’t been parodied recently. That makes for very fertile ground for comedy.

So color me intrigued, but a little puzzled. I am willing to watch an episode before I make up my mind, of course, but I feel like I am getting mixed signals.

Then we have this amazing story of people finding a way to flip traditional paradigms of what you need to do in order to turn a profit.

What a simple and amazing and absolutely beautiful idea. Buy people’s debts, and then instead of using professional thugs with the souls of sociopathic crocodiles to bully people into paying, you help them get to the point where they CAN pay, and then you get a lot more money because you are no longer trying to get blood from a stone.

If someone doesn’t have the money, all those scumbags can do is make them feel worse about it, and you know what? That leads to depression and depression leads to more poverty.

The genius of CFS2 is that it realizes that if you make people happier and help them find money or work, they will not only pay back the debt, but they will do it gladly because they feel so grateful for your help.

This is a business model that works, and I hope it spreads like mad. If I was a philanthropist looking to get the most public good for my dollar, this would be a great karmic investment.

Make money by improving people’s lives? What could be better than that?

And finally, we have my little vid of the day, which also talks about how to use capitalism to save the world.

Specifically, with a Global Minimum Wage define not in the volatile and simplistic language of currency but a more solid and dependable language of lifestyle.

What we want is for the whole world to live the same sort of life that we, the global One Percent, currently enjoy. To bring every human being in the world up to our level of civilization (but not of consumption) so they can lead the safe, stable, comfortable lives we all take for granted.

The Global Minimum Wage (really, more of a Global Minimum Lifestyle) would not be easy to achieve. It would require massive political reform in countless nations, a very large and detailed set of rules and regulations and an inspection and enforcement mechanism with real teeth in order to make it stick, and a major realignment of how we think about the world and all us crazy naked beach apes living on it.

But it’s a goal to work towards, something for global relief efforts to focus upon making real instead of all these NGO’s tilting at windmills as they all try to fix a massive problem with band-aid solutions.

Many fingers might save the dam, but they don’t fix it.

We need the power of capitalism to do that, and the way to do that is to harness it for the good of the world.

Capitalism is a game, and we control the rules.

We can change them if they stop working for us.

Another barrel of links

These things just spring up like weeds!

First we have this sobering and inspiring video.

Intellectually, somewhere in my memory banks, left there from my childhood, was the knowledge that, when I was nine years old, there was this thing called ERA that had not passed in the USA.

I think I thought it was a bill at the time, even though the word “amendment” is right in the name. But the point is, I knew this had happened.

But until I watched that vid, I did not realize just how fucked up that is.

Here in Canada, our Constitution has equality written right into it. So it never occurred to me that the situation was a lot more precarious down in the USA.

I can’t imagine a movement to pass the ERA now would fail, 31 years later. When it came up in 82, people were still arguing about whether husbands should let their wives work outside of the house.

We are so much further ahead now. Sure, the Tea Party types would reflexively oppose it, but they blew all their political capital on trying to stop Obamacare anyhow.

So really, who would argue with it?

Then we have snuggles for sale.

A bunch of ladies in Madison, Wisconsin are looking to start a professional cuddling service. For $60/hour, clients can go into private rooms and get professionally cuddled.

Needless to say, local authorities think that sounds just a little too much like prostitution to them, and so the ladies are having trouble getting a business license.

But the pro snugglers insist that all the rooms have cameras and will be monitored constantly to make sure that nothing more than cuddling goes on.

That’s all well and good. But a lot of fellows are going to start to have certain feelings while enjoying a nice cuddle with a gal, and at the very least the ladies will have to be experts in pretending there isn’t an erection poking them somewhere.

The rooms all have panic buttons, though, so if the fellas get too frisky, presumably all hell breaks loose.

Then we have this marvelous piece of work from the talented people at Bad Lip Read.

Man, they are getting good at what they do. They have learned that it’s funniest when it’s not totally random. Plus wow, now they have people that can Photoshop things into the backgrounds of videos fairly convincingly.

And more than that, this time they had a whole concept behind the piece that really takes their work to the next level. I found it was a joy to watch and just enjoy their increasing mastery.

Someday, they will re-dub an entire movie. And it will be awesome.

And speaking of the awesomeness, check out this new kind of display system :

The first thing I thought of when I saw that was “Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi… you’re my only hope!”.

But seriously, how “the future is now” is that? One of the things I am most looking forward to seeing in the future is all the science fiction of my childhood coming true.

We already have a lot of things, like cybernetics, nanotech, and real-time brain scanning via fMRI. Heck the USA even has a working large scale laser weapon at, of course, RIDICULOUS cost versus its actual effectiveness.

But when you tell a bunch of generals “We can build a laser cannon”, they just can’t throw money at you fast enough, because laser cannons are cool and surely if the enemy sees our awesome new laser guns they will be like “Damn, that is so much cooler than anything we have! We totally surrender. ”

That is seriously how these people think.

Anyhow, the mid-air display technology is, like the laser cannon, cool as hell, but I am not entirely sure what functional benefits it has. And at a price tag of $20K, you better be able to make some sort of halfway decent business case for it.

Granted, that business case might well be “this will impress the hell out of visitors, including potential investors, with how awesome we are. ”

I can see a lot of middle management types wanting one of them NOW NOW NOW, before that smug asshole over in Accounting gets one.

Then we have this impressive bit of craft which depicts an entire relationship in 5 minutes.

Warning, it’s very stagey, consists of just two actors talking to the camera, and is in black and white.

Why is it in black and white? Who knows. Maybe they thought it would make the whole thing seem more stark and emotional. Or maybe they were just being pretentious.

Regardless, I greatly admire the craft that went into it. It’s all one long shot, so the actors had to be really, really on their marks with every line, and there are a LOT of lines. And the writing is quite deft in the way ot gives you clues as to the passage of time in what they say, as opposed to having to introduce some artificial and obtrusive device that would have ruined the purity of it all.

I can’t say I really enjoyed the experience a lot, but I am impressed by how well it is made.

And then we have our adorable cat animated GIF of the day.

All cats are ninjas. Some just aren't very good ones.

All cats are ninjas. Some just aren’t very good ones.

I LOL’d so hard when I saw that. We cat lovers live for moments of feline comedy like that. Sure, it seems a little mean to laugh at them when they mess up like that, but most of the time they are so poised and agile and perfect that it just slays us when they do something goofy like that.

Especially when it’s one of their awe-inspiring “spring loaded cat” moments that goes awry. The speed at which we go from “coiled steel” to “where kitty go?” just makes the clip that much funnier.

Sorry, kittums. We love your little furry self so much. But sometimes, you’re hilarious.

I am sure we are pretty funny to you sometimes, too.

Finally, we have this little bit of rantiness I recorded today.

I feel good about that one because I managed to keep it under 5 minutes in length, after considerable trimming, and thus was able to keep my points fairly compact and concise. It also allowed me to concentrate more on putting in the extra stuff in order to punch it up a little.

After all, it’s a lot easier to come up with stuff for 5 minutes of video than for 15!