Linky dinkaroo

I’m getting tired of coming up with names for these things.

Can you tell?

Links, mine at end, yadda yadda.

First up, two videos about the same subject that dropped into my browser completely separate from one another.

There’s this clever little skit :

(warning : EXTREMELY NSFW dialogue!!! Earphones, people!)

Very nice, did not see that punchline coming at all. It’s so rare to see a skit that relies so much on structure these days. Most people are not up to writing and producing that kind of thing. It takes a lot more skill and control than just getting together with your friends and doing goofy shit.

Even decent skitcom tends to hedge its bets with gags before the punchline of the skit… and all too often, after the punchline too. How sad.

But these people laid down a well-timed, well-planned, well-executed skit that is not funny until the end, but builds brilliantly to its, shall we say, climax.

And I love some of the little details. Putting a book on the beach guy’s crotch was genius, makes it seem way pornier without actually showing anything.

And speaking of Beach Guy, it was also brilliant to include that guy’s parents. Friends might approve. Even lovers or significant others might understand, in time.

But you know damned well that your dear sainted parents never figured on you becoming a porn star.

Thank goodness it’s HBO!

Sadly, though, the world of explicit sex on HBO is apparently not nearly as wonderful as it sounds, at least according to these ladies.

Seriously, HBO? No dongs? All that crazy assed sex I have heard about in Game of Thrones, and nobody has seen the actual peen? You are blocking the cock? You think it’s cleaner without the wiener?

You guys just lost major cool points with me.

Look, I am not looking for porn. There’s plenty of porn on the Internet, if you hadn’t heard. You name it, it’s out there. Anything you can imagine and a lot of things you’d rather not.

I just want there to be places to go that are free of the public neurosis of erotophobia and can therefore let their writers run free and tell whatever sort of story they want.

And I thought that was you, HBO. But now I hear that you share the public’s fear of what half the population of the world had between their legs?

And make no mistake about it, to the censors and the squeamish people they protect, the penis is the filthiest, more horrible thing in the world. And do you know why?

Because this is still a male-dominated society and for completely fucked inside out homophobic reasons, every straight man has to evince massive disgust for all penises that are not their own in order to prove they aren’t gay. Because doing the exact opposite of what a gay guy would do has to be super-not-gay, right?

Don’t give in to this madness, HBO. Let the dongs fly. If that makes legions of straight male nerds squirm in their seat and make puking sounds, so be it.

It just means they are in need of desensitization.

Next vidya is of Costa Rica, also know as Liberal Paradise, and their ultra-genius solution to the problem of having too many stray dogs in the pound.

Caso: Territorio de Zaguates from GARNIER BBDO on Vimeo.

And when I say genius, I mean it. A simple and low-cost exercise in rebranding, and suddenly every mutt in the world is actually its own exclusive microbreed.

They took a very negative word that lumped together all dogs which do not happen to be racially pure[arf] (as though that’s a good thing) and turned it instead into a mark of exclusivity and uniqueness which raises the value of the animal from “trash” to “treasure” in people’s eyes.

And the dogs don’t care. They just want homes!

And I sincerely hope that all those people breeding hopelessly inbred and diseased “purebred” animals that will lead lives of pain and disability just to satisfy someone’s fetish for genetic purity see this video, see that these people are attacking the very concept of a purebred dog, and get really good and mad about it.

Oh sure, you can have your purebred Cavalier King Charles Spaniel…. if you want to have the same dog as dozens if not hundreds of other people.

My dog, on the other hand, is a one-off original and truly expresses my vastly superior wealth and status.

Take that, you goddamn dog Nazis!

Oh god… it just occurred to me. This can only lead to one place : Designer dogs.

Oh well, enjoy it while it lasts, doggies.

And lastly, of course, my little ol vidya of the day.

It’s another piece of music, but I did what I could to spice up the visuals this time.

See? You can either just listen to the music, and not miss anything of substance, or watch the video, and get some colorful (and how) visuals to tickle your eyeballs.

I am fairly happy with how the piece turned out. It’s really two songs with a bridge between them, but I am happy with both of them and glad I am progressive as a composer.

The second part, the Grind movement, took the longest to compose because I just could not seem to find the right instrument to use for the melody.

I only solved that problem by writing the melody with a simple synth sound first, and only then going to find the right instrument for it.

Same with the Pluck Movement too, sorta. You should have heard my first version of that, it was ghastly. Sounded like something a ghost bartender would play in a saloon in Hell.

But it got the melody down, and when I came back to it later, I was able to find a much nicer sounding instrument. Add a little echo, and voila.

This music stuff is fun!

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  1. Yes. You heard it here first. I think the American Kennel Club are a bunch of dog racists.

Where I’m at

Time to tell you where I’m at.

I am seated in front of my computer, in my bedroom, in my apartment at Francis and One Road, which is in Richmond, which is part of the GVRD, which is in British Columbia, which is a province of Canada, a country in the Northern Hemisphere of Earth.

Thanks for asking!

Seriously, though, where am I on the road of life right now?

For one thing, I am worried. The acidic state of my stomach seems to be getting worse instead of better, and it is beginning to seriously concern me. I had an attack of very sour stomach this afternoon that was painful enough to make me worry. I took a Ranitadine (or Zantac for those of you who are down with the OTC) and it helped a little, but the only thing that truly made the problem go away was eating and hence giving the acid something to work on.

I am beginning to wonder if I have had this acid problem for a long time but just didn’t take it seriously until it started giving my acid reflux symptoms. For the last few years, I just got used to the fact that my stomach would go pretty acidic when I got hungry. The solution was simple : eat! Or if it wasn’t time to eat yet, just drink lots of water to dilute the acid.

That’s no real solution, though, and now that I realize I have been pushing this problem out of my mind for a long time now, I am beginning to worry about what damage this chronic acid issue might have already done to me.

Luckily, I am going to see my GP on Friday anyhow, so I will definitely bring this up then.

Not that I am looking forward to this particular appointment. It is never a good sign when you go to your GP, he sends you to the lab for testing, and then a few days later his office calls you asking you to make an appointment Real Soon Now.

In fact, it feels remarkably like being called to the principal’s office, especially when like me you know you have been bad.

I am not good at the diabetes. I take my pills and do my insulin nightly, but I never test my blood sugar and I still eat way too many carbs.

I really need to break my carb addiction before it kills me. Find things to munch on that are tasty and fun but low or no carbs. Bulk out my diet with those in order to keep my stomach juices from going nuts without as many carbs to process.

But then again, I always know what I should do, don’t I? I just… never do it.

So anyhow, I will be seeing my GP who presumably is going to say my blood sugars, especially those a1c levels, suck duck taint and I need to get my shit together NOW.

Really? No kiddin’.

I am also kind of worried about my brain. It is getting harder and harder to concentrate and way easier for my mind to wander off in the middle of doing things.

It’s like I feel this constant tug at the edges of my mind trying to get me to do… something. I can stay focused when I am concentrating on a task (mostly) but other times, the urge to just fade out gets stronger all the time.

Maybe I need to just go somewhere and do nothing but think for a while. Someplace nice, with fresh air and a nice breeze and something pretty to look at. Someplace where I can finally clear the goddamned cobwebs out of my head so I can think straight.

Watched the action-comedy The Watch today (who watches The Watch? I do, apparently). It was pretty good. It stars Ben Stiller, Vince Vaughan, Jonah Hill, and Richard Ayoade AKA Maurice Moss from The IT Crowd, who sadly plays that exact same character, down to the same hairstyle and clothes, in The Watch too. Only the names are different.

Of course (spoiler alert!), in The Watch it turns out he’s an alien, wheres in the IT Crowd it’s only suspected, never proven.

It’s a fun flick. The four leads play guys who form a Neighborhood Watch and end up stumbling across an alien plot to destroy Earth. They, of course, band together and put a stop to it.

A surprising costar is Costco. Stiller’s character manages a Costco and the alien’s base of operations turns out to be that selfsame Costco.

I enjoyed that, because I love Costco. I used to just like Costco, but then I learned all about how they are this kickass employer who treats their employees like gold, and it blossomed into love.

I’ve also watched Hugo, which was okay but nothing special, and Tintin, which was very generic. Just one enormous visual spectacle after another and very light on character. plot, or intrigue.

Plus they gave Haddock the Generic Funny Scottish Voice, and that irritated me immensely. When I (sort of) read Tintin comics when I was young (they were in French, so I only got some of it), I always imagined Haddock having a harsh, kind of scary Southern France accent.

The movie version isn’t scary at all, he is in fact the comedy relief. What a sad demotion!

And finally, of course, I did a vid today.

I feel good about this one. I worked extra hard on it. and I had fun doing it, too. I figure I can allow myself one slideshow a week without feeling like I am totally slacking off.

And today, I just did not feel well enough to do anything more complicated than just choose pics and record riffs on them.

Still, I hope for more ambitious stuff in the future.

It would be nice to be able to produce a steady stream of things that make me feel good about myself.

Sadly, that is not quite how art works. But it’s enough to keep us trying.

Fuzzy little things

I seem to have come across a number of somewhat Furry themed things lately, so I figured it was time to best my browser (why does being online feel like war lately?) and share them with you.

First, we have this marvelous collection of animated GIFs that feature foxes doing what they do best, namely being completely adorable.

Here are my faves :

There’s this all time classic.

Take that.... snow!

Take that…. snow!

What you are seeing is the quite cunning but somewhat lacking in dignity way foxes hunt in the winter. They know there is plenty of prey living in tunnels under the snow, so they stand very very still and let their excellent hearing lock in on the sounds of their next meal under the snow, and then dive into the snow hoping to come up with a mouthful of snack.

And then there’s this situation that could have been scripted by Disney himself : foxes on a trampoline.

Suddenly, POUNCE POWER BOOST!

Suddenly, POUNCE POWER BOOST!

It’s nice to know that some things are universal to all species, and that one of those things is the inherent awesomeness of a trampoline.

And lastly, there is this extraordinary image.

Turns out turning into a meatloaf is not just a cat thing.

Turns out turning into a meatloaf is not just a cat thing.

Foxes are cute even when they got no legs!

Or rather, when they do an impression of a car that has had all its wheels stolen. They do that by tucking their legs up under themselves and hunkering down so that their fur completely covers them.

Must be might cozy in the winter. But at home, it just looks like your fox got jacked.

Next, we have a book that combines two things I never would have thought I would find together : anthro animals and the study of logic.

It’s called “An Illustrated Book Of Bad Arguments”, and while the art style is quite brutally ugly, I still really enjoyed reading it.

I took a Practical Logic course in university, and loved every minute of it. Finally, proof that other people cared about that sort of thing and that I was not just a lone voice of reason crying in the wilderness of bewildered ignorance!

And while I trust my own intuition as a guide to logical analysis more than I trust formal terms someone else thought up, I really enjoyed having categories and labels for things I had only intuited before.

The book does a very good job of explaining the classic fallacies, although I must say that sometimes the illustrations don’t illustrate the point very well.

And if there is one thing the Internet needs, it’s help with logic. People misapply the terms for the classic fallacies willy-nilly, and therefore anything that might help bring clarity to online discussions instead of having them subside in a fog of confusion and half-understood ideas is quite welcome.

Some of us, when we discuss things, are actually looking to learn from others’ perspectives and maybe even struggle towards the truth.

The rest of you can go yell at each other on television.

The next animal in our little zoo is this heavily furry-themed music video.

WARNING : This has no happy ending. It is, in fact, quite dark and disturbing. At no point does a hero rise to save our poor protagonist. It ends very badly for him.

Just so you know.

Nevertheless, I think it’s pretty damned cool. They used the anthro animals to support a metaphorical treatment of what it is like to be a hated outcast in any society, and I think it really works.

And it was brilliant to make our protagonist a zebra, who is therefore both black AND white. That makes the message more universal than if it had been a creature we could more easily pigeonhole (so to speak).

The actual song that this is the video for is nothing terribly special. It’s not bad, it’s not good, it just sounds like a lot of other things.

But I like the video, which cannot have been cheap to make. So many scenes, so many costumes, so many sets and props, so many extras…. all that adds up to serious cash.

To me, of course, it was all worth it. I love this rise of furry imagery in popular culture. It’s such a rich vein of visual language and potent metaphors that really reach deep into our hearts.

It’s not just about fucking any more!™

Finally, we have my thing for today, which doesn’t have a damn thing to do with anthro animals, furry, or even music this time.

It’s a talker.

Bur at least I added little bits of snarky text to keep things from becoming totally visually boring. It was very tempting to just put it up there after the primary edit plus adding the intro and outro. But I have done that too much lately and it makes for an inferior product.

As fascinating and compelling as I find myself, I know that I need to put more into a video than just me sitting there talking. That’s a video you listen to, not watch.

And in a perfect world, my talker videos would be jam packed with illustrations, info-bits, and other herbs and spices to make them more of a total audio-visual experience, like what we expect from television and movies. But I don’t have that kind of energy, at least, not yet.

I totally undersand why Internet superstars like Yahtzee or CGPGrey don’t put out videos every day like I do. Sure, the talking part is not all that hard. It’s the finding or generating enough pictures to fill up all that time that drives you crazy.

Compared to that, the talking about something interesting part is a breeze.

In a truly perfect world, I would be able to just hire someone to find all those pictures for me and only have to do the easy bit that I am totally good at.

But that’s the dream of all Talent, don’t you think?

Seeya tomorrow people.

About sixty-five winks, give or take

I have had a sleepy day today. Slept most of the morning and afternoon, and I will likely go back to sleep once I am done blogging.

I am handling it well. For now, I am willing to take my body at it’sd word that I need to catch up on sleep. At some point, more sleep will start making me feel worse instead of better, and that is when I will have to try to keep myself busy and awake.

Towards that end, I bought a paper and pen word puzzle book recently. It’s an addiction I feed only rarely, because once I am in it I tend to become a little obsessed and while it’s harmless and possibly even beneficial to do that now and then (after all, it’s more active and stimulating than just reading), if I didn’t keep it on a pretty short leash I would likely enter into some terrible state of compulsion, obsession, and utter madness.

So every now and then, I get one (1) of these variety puzzle type magazines and do everything that appeals to me in it, and then I am done for another long time.

You have to set limits on these things or they can get out of hand.

That, plus my getting back into using my synthesizer keyboard to learn to play music, or at least the right hand half of the music, means I have been successful in making myself more active lately, and given me things to do besides use the computer and sleep.

It’s a small start, but you know, baby steps. I also did my little workout routine tonight for the first time in a couple of weeks, and that feels good.

Any victory against depressive inertia and the anti-action bias is a good thing. I still have a great deal of negative momentum to overcome before I can actually truly believe that sometimes I would be happeir doing things than not doing them.

It’s the dysthymic trap that makes you equate action with danger and inaction with safety. You become so habituated to a low-action, low-risk, low-stimulus lifestyle than even the tiniest change causes enormous ripples of fear and chaos through your soul and makes you react by becoming even more still, instead of just staying in the fight and learning to cope.

You know, like normal, happy people do.

Maybe I should go to a Sad Party.

That was weirdly adorable in a kind of disturbing way.

In other words, I love it.

I wonder if that kind of party might actually prove quite cathartic and therapeutic for some people. A place where it’s not just acceptable to express your sadness, it’s expected. Normally in society, you are supposed to keep all that shit inside so that you don’t make others sad.

Which is bullshit, of course. The whole idea is that by expressing your sadness, you get it out, and sure that might make others a little sadder, but seeing you feel better will cancel that out, and even if it doesn’t, you will get over it quickly.

Just knowing that I helped said person is enough reward for me, to be honest. But different things have different costs for different people.

Anyhow, a sad party might help people who have trouble expressing sadness otherwise, especially men.

Maybe that was what emo was all about. But somehow it got all caught up with fashion, competition, lookism, and all that other bullshit, like these movements always do.

Perhaps we need an “it’s okay to be sad” movement. No fashion, no makeup, no dress code, nothing for big business to co-opt and destroy.

Just telling people that it’s okay to be sad. It’s not something to be ashamed of and you don’t have to hide it and feel like you are somehow failing people by not being happy.

If your sadness disturbs them, good. That is what it’s supposed to do.

Also therapeutic : watching trucks not QUITE make it under a certain railway trestle.

Courtesy of those thoughtful and attentive folks at 11foot8.com, who tirelessly capture and catalog the endless battle between trucks, low hanging train trestles, the laws of physics, and people who don’t read and/or understand what clearance warnings mean.

Having watched the compilation, I have developed some broad categories for these encounters.

There’s the “almost kinda made it”, which is when the vehicle makes it except for some stuff sticking up from the roof of their vehicle gets knocked off.

There’s the “a little off the top”, where a significant amount of the vehicle’s roof is shaved clean off and yet the vehicle keeps going.

There’s the “hot knife meets butter”, where the top is sheared off and the rest of the vehicle is opening up like a can of tuna as well.

And then there is the ultra rate “deboxing”, where the whole cargo area of the vehicle is knocked off the vehicle, more or less intact.

One wonders why that particular spot is so accident-prone. According to the FAQ, the local authorities have done more than enough to tell people what is coming up. They have signs on all three streets that lead to that particular spot and they even have a system set up that makes lights flash if the vehicle weighs too much and therefore is most likely to be too tall to make it.

People just aren’t playing attention, I suppose, and there’s nothing you can do about that.

Oh, and I did a little music today.

I am happier with how this one turned out than with the previous ones, although as per usual I am not happy with the ending.

I am just not good with endings. Maybe the brevity is the problem. I need to develop, execute, extend, and complete music ideas faster in order to make the whole thing work as a tight little package, instead of something that seemed like it was going somewhere then just stopped.

Still, yay, music and cute animals!

See you tomorrow folks.

Another sunny Sunday

Today, I feel pretty good.

Yesterday was very meh, but today, the sun is shining, the local rugrat squad is in school so it’s nice and quiet, and I will be going out to dinner with my friends tonight.

Oh, and I did a video that required more than just me talking, and I am proud of that.

Here it is.

As you can see, I did my “interpretive subbing” thing again, where I take some clips of non-English video and add what I think they are saying, or wish they were saying, or what it sounds like to ME.

You know… silly stuff.

It’s a hell of a lot of work, but it’s worth it. What I produced is two and a half minutes of fairly high density comedy (other than that gap when the father discovers the Satanic Bible) that I am proud to have made. It’s fun stuff!

And what the hell, it kept me busy for a while, and that’s something I need these days.

Slowly, slowly, slowly I pry the cold hands of constant dysthymic depression off my heart and my soul. They have been squeezing the life out of me for too long with their crushing grip of anti-action bias and fractally nested phobias. I have been afraid of life, the universe, and everything for far too long and I will only change that if I make myself the cold dead tide of depression.

A big big part of that will be convincing myself, deep down where it really counts, that I am happier when I am doing things than I am when I am idle or just killing time. It’s demonstrably true, but part of the true madness of depression, under all the justifications and analyses, is that it can make you physically, emotionally, chemically incapable of believing certain things no matter what the proof.

And that is where the real fight of depression takes place. You have to wear down the massive resistance to doing anything that is not insanely profitable in the hedonic equation sense and learn, truly learn, and truly believe, that there are things which are a lot of effort to do, but totally worth it.

And that there is great relief to be found from the pain that abounds inside you simply from working hard at something. Depression makes you feel like you have so little energy that you can’t afford to invest it in anything that does not reap enormous rewards.

In essence, it skews your hedonic equation by putting an insane price on every tiny bit of effort, thus insuring that it is nearly impossible to turn a profit.

But the truth is, you get out of life what you put into it. Not always on a one to one scale, but over time it always evens out eventually. And you always have to make the first move. Life is not sitting there just waiting for your approval. Nobody is going to actively seek you and force you to use your talents and energies to connect with the world and make yourself happy.

The initiative is always yours. You are the only one who can invest energy in your own life. There is plenty of joy, pleasure, and happiness in the world, but you have to go out there and find it. It is not going to come looking for you.

So life requires motion. Change. Risk. Danger. Challenge. Exploration of the unknown. Following paths without knowing where they lead. And not letting fear of discomfort or effort keep you locked away in a tiny coffin of your design.

Are you really so sure that nothing could be good enough to make you glad you faced your fears, went out on your own, and took whatever the world handed you? How can you be so sure? The very fact that you have done so little exploring in your life virtually guarantees that you do not know enough about the world and all its possibilities to make that judgment.

Sure, you know a lot. But knowledge is not experience. It is absolutely true that “you never know till you try”. You can’t spend your life buried alive under fear.

You have to push against that wall of fear and pain and push it back. Not all the time and not all at once, but whenever you can. And you never give up, and never surrender.

Focus your anger and your hate on the depression itself. It’s the real cause of all your problems anyhow. It richly deserves total, merciless destruction.

It is not too late. You can still rise from your grave and return to the world of the living. When you are ready, you can face the dawn, feel the sun on your skin again, and stride into a brand new day.

It is a prize of infinite value, worth any and all costs in energy and effort to secure it.

And as a bonus, if you work hard, you will job all the craziness in your head of its energy source (your inaction) and starve the damned thing to death!

Think of it as investing in your own sanity. You have vast untapped energies trapped behind the cold steel wall of your depression. You could be a far, far more active person than you are if you just opened yourself to the possibility.

Dare to dream of a better version of you. Stronger, happier, more effective, less afraid, confident, tough, and ready to take on the world.

Dream that person into being and you can become them. But first you have to be willing to imagine them. It is one of the most potent tools against depression you have : your imagination.

Imagine victory. Imagine freedom. Imagine happiness. Imagine love. Imagine all that is good in the world coming into your life.

Imagine victory. It can be yours. It is possible. Not everybody who becomes depressed stays that way for the rest of their lives. People do escape, it happens all the time.

Fight, goddamn it, FIGHT!

The usual potpourri

Today has been the usual silent Saturday. It’s a day I usually end up spending entirely alone, and in the evening, that includes being alone in the apartment as well.

Joe and Julian are, as per their habit, at Joe’s parents’ place playing board games, and I am here all by my lonesome, typing away on the keyboard, with only my music collection, the sound of the fan, and a rather irritating moth to keep me company.

And I am feeling kinda lonely, which is somewhat unusual. I think it is because of the shift in Joe’s shift. Last night, instead of our usual Friday routine of Denny’s and videos, we just did the videos part, because Joe did not get off work until midnight.

Sunday will be the day for our going out for dinner together, and while that was my idea (and still a good one), it has left me feeling lonely tonight because I didn’t get my usual social fix.

Oh well, like I said before, changes in routine are always painful for us stability and predictability minded types, but once the transition is made, everything will settle into place, and life will go back to being comfortable and predictable once again.

Meanwhile, DC Comics wants you to draw Harley Quinn committing suicide.

I am so totally not kidding. Their latest drawing contest calls for would-be DC comic artists to draw a four panel Harley Quinn comic, and in each panel she is killing herself in some “hilarious” way.

This is how Jezebel describes it :

In order to be considered, one must draw four panels: in the first, Harley is attempting to get struck by lightning, in the second she’s wearing a bikini made of chicken in the hopes that alligators will devour her, and in the third she’s attempting to get swallowed by a whale.

But for some reason, it’s the 4th panel that really pisses people off.

Harley sitting naked in a bathtub with toasters, blow dryers, blenders, appliances all dangling above the bathtub and she has a cord that will release them all. We are watching the moment before the inevitable death. Her expression is one of “oh well, guess that’s it for me” and she has resigned herself to the moment that is going to happen.

I don’t get how that is so much worse than the other three suicides, but I guess when people see the word “naked” they go mental.

To me, while I definitely have a huge problem with treating female death as hilarious (get your sex and death straightened out, you bunch of sickening sociopaths!), what really bothers me on a personal level is the cavalier and insensitive treatment of the very serious issue of suicide.

Suicide kills. I have been suicidal. I have known the terror that comes from knowing that you want to die and that all that is keeping you alive is sheer force of will. I have known what it is like to feel like if you slip for just one second, you will walk into traffic, or climb out your window and jump, or go use one of those sharp, shiny knives you have to harm yourself.

So while I would never say that there is any subject that you absolutely cannot joke about, I am quite offended by DC treating the whole thing like a joke.

And seriously guys. What did you think would happen? This is beyond “edgy”. It’s just plain sick, and I am not surprised you are getting your nuts roasted on this one.

Hell, I’ll bring some lighter fluid myself.

Then there’s this bit of comedy. It’s a little mean, but still funny, in my opinion.

Sure, it’s easy to pick on bronies, and I certainly don’t have any problem with them. In fact, I think the whole My Little Pony : Friendship Is Magic phenomenon is, well…. magical, and the fact that a bunch of grown men are into the show doesn’t bother me it all.

How could it? I’m a Furry for crying out loud. I was there way before these guys. I certainly don’t have any moral grounds for judging someone for wanting to have sex with cartoon animals.

But being a veteran Furry, I know that such things make one a target of ridicule from the people who simply cannot handle that kind of thing. That’s fine. I know what I like and I have never sought social approval for it.

As for the skit, the main thing I like about it is the dolls themselves. They did an amazing job with them. They look entirely plausible as toys. Not convincing, obviously, but the premise is ridiculous anyhow, so I am not looking to be convinced.

But plausible, and highly detailed. I suspect 3D printing was involved.

And of course, there’s my lil ol vidya du jour :

Another plain talker piece. I am getting so lazy with those. I just have no urge whatsoever to go through them and add text and pictures and whatnot, even though I clearly should.

I am starting to think that what I really should do is an audio podcast. Nobody expects those to be visually compelling, and so all I would have to do is the audio portion of one of my talks with maybe a little production polish to make it sound more like radio.

It’s a thought. I am also still contemplating trying to rearrange my routine so that I am not making these videos between 4 pm and 6 pm. That is when I am at my lowest. I would be far better off doing them after the sun goes down, when I begin to perk up.

And of course, I am still pondering just doing one really good show a week. Then I could spend all the time I want making it a non-stop thrill ride of comedy, politics, philosophy, and edutainment.

It would be quite a switch for me, but the promise of making something amazing might just be enough to convince me to make the switch some day.

Till then, I just keep plugging along.

Friday Science Wallawallabingbang, September 6, 2013

Wow, another week has barreled by like a frictionless train and we are back to share all kinds of wonders from the world of science with you, the fortunate few.

Tonight, we have lasers, solar death beams, mega-canyons, miracle cures, the coldest thing ever, the Big Bang, and panspermia.

So let’s get started!

Solar Death Beam

An odd shaped skyscraper in London is doing a lot more than just giving middle management somewhere to go that keeps them off the streets.

At certain times of the day, it is producing an intense beam of concentrated sunlight that raises the street temperature to 150 degrees Celcius where it strikes, and has been blamed for bleaching the paint on other buildings, setting people’s carpets on fire, and even melting the paint on one poor man’s car.

When I first heard about this story, I wondered how on Earth a building dubbed the “Walkie-Talkie Building” because of its smoothly bulbous shape could generate something like that.

But then I saw this picture and it all clicked into place.

Gee, what could it be.

Gee, what could it be.

The other pictures I had seen made it look like the building was convex on all sides. But that pic made it absurdly clear. The whole front of the building is a giant concave concentrating mirror, just like the one they made for the Solar Death Ray myth on Mythbusters!

People are building those on purpose these days trying to create efficient solar power. And these folks built one by accident.

I am sure architects and engineers will be chuckling over this one for years.

Crashing Down Syndrome

Scientists at Johns Hopkins have discovered a compound that completely reverses the effect of Down Syndrome in mice.

One injection at the right time in the mouse’s development caused the mice to develop perfectly normal cerebral capacity and hence normal learning and problem solving capacity as well.

That could mean that in the future, if a baby is born with Down Syndrome, they are just given a shot of this new compound and that is the end of it, forever.

Down Syndrome would become one of those birth defects that is totally treatable and that most people have never even heard of because taking care of it after birth is so routine.

Of course, there’s a small chance these mice will become hyper intelligent and TRY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD.

One artist's concept of what that might look like.

One artist’s concept of what that might look like.

Under The Ice

NASA data has recently revealed that their might be a huge mega-canyon longer than the Grand Canyon buried under the ice sheet in Greenland.

Here’s the scoop :

The canyon has the characteristics of a winding river channel and is at least 460 miles (750 kilometers) long, making it longer than the Grand Canyon. In some places, it is as deep as 2,600 feet (800 meters), on scale with segments of the Grand Canyon. This immense feature is thought to predate the ice sheet that has covered Greenland for the last few million years.

Now normally, this would be interesting, but not all that important. Who really cares about things buried so deep under the ice that we will never seen them?

But with global warming accelerating, what was previously inaccessible becomes entirely plausible, and for all we know, we all might be vacationing in the Great Canyon of Greenland some day.

Headline of the Week

Next we have a story that I instantly knew I was going to feature today based purely on the headline : Weather could be controlled with lasers.

LASER WEATHER CONTROL. Tell me that’s not fun to say!

I mean, how Bond villain is that? Wasn’t there a Bond flick where some insane Scotsman was trying to control the world via weather control?

Bet he used lasers, too.

This weather control speculation is based on a recent discovery that extremely short duration laser bursts can cause ice to form and water to condense inside clouds.

Thus, lasers could be used to make it rain or snow wherever we liked, as long as there were clouds for us to zap. And that’s just the most obvious use. I am sure meteorologists can came up with far more subtle ways to mess with Mother Nature.

Big Cold Bang

In an effort to understand just what happened during the Big Bang, scientists at the University of Chicago recently chilled some cesium atoms to within a billionth of a degree of absolute zero.

Obviously, when the Big Bang happened, it was mighty cold in… whatever it was the Big Bang exploded into. So this sort of experiment is necessary if we are to understand how everything got here.

That would be impressive just as a technical achievement. But it is result that matter, and they discovered that at such low temperatures, the cesium atoms behaved in a new and peculiar way, almost like sound waves traveling through the air.

Most importantly, the patterns created by these ultracold cesium atoms match the patterns found in the cosmic microwave background radiation, otherwise known as the echoes of the Big Bang.

That, scientifically speaking, is fucking awesome.

We are definitely on to something there.

Men From Mars

And finally, our Big Story for this week, more evidence for the idea that life on Earth originated on Mars, and that life may indeed be transplanetary.

Now to me, the evidence in question is pretty slim and has a lot of “if” and “then” type assumptions based around of all things, molybdenum.

It revolves around the idea that a) oxidized molybdenum is vital for the early stages of the creation of life on Earth and b) way back then, Earth had very little oxygen, but Mars had lots.

Pretty shaky stuff. But I am glad there are people pushing the panspermia idea because, while none of us can guess at how likely it is to be true, there is no logical reason why it cannot be true, and thus it is an idea worth theorizing about.

And hey, maybe we really are all Martians.

Wouldn’t that be neat?

And the hits keep coming!

There was a serious thunderstorm here on Lulu Island today. But it was during the day, so no visible lightning. What a waste.

Anyhow, as per usual, I got stuff to share.

Like this instant it-video of this week, called Ask A Slave.

It’s a brilliant idea for some fairly low overhead web content. It’s generally pretty hard to milk the age of slavery for laughs without coming across as racist or at least incredibly insensitive, but this actress has nailed it hard.

And it mines its laughter from one of the most primal forms of comedy ever : stupidity. Even little kids laugh at stupidity, although admittedly, the bar is set pretty low for them.

But this is stupidity that requires knowledge and understanding to appreciate, which of course makes it comedy caviar for the Internet set. And her sense of humour seals the deal, of course.

Personally, I would have answered the question about how she got the job as George Washington’s maid with “His wife bought me. ” and left it at that.

But that is just me being a nitpicky comedy bitch. It’s great stuff and I am sure it will get loads of hits, at least until they run out of stupid questions to answer.

And what are the odds of that?

Next, we have this intriguing if somewhat contrived seemed flick.

It has a bit of that same feeling of contrivance as all the other historical continuity porn books and movies coming out now. Let’s take a bunch of famous people from (marvelously public domain) history and have them all meet and fight crime and solve mysteries and eat Scooby Snacks.

And that is growing a tad tiresome. Individually, I might be interested in these things, but when it becomes a genre, it becomes a cliche, and when it is historical rather than fictional characters, it just makes me irritated at the silly self-indulgent mental masturbation of it all.

People who produce media based on actual history have a duty to stick fairly close to the facts because, like it or not, a movie about history will be how a lot of people learn their history and if they see it happen before their eyes, that will be the version of history they will imagine.

Sure, lots of people can tell you how inaccurate the movie 300 is. Heck, even I knew they got a bunch of things wrong and I am no history nerd.

But because it was the first many people had heard of these events, and because it was so colorful and vivid up there on the screen, and definitely because most people are not going to go and look up the real Battle of Thermopylae on wikipedia to get the REAL Story, it will still be the version people remember and believe, even though they know, intellectually, that it’s a work of fiction.

Still, the premise of Murder Your Darlings looks interesting. I might give it a go when it reaches Netflix in a couple of years.

Next up, we have another video that is red hot right now, but not for the same reason as Ask A Slave.

It’s hot because it has two main attributes that the Internet loves : it’s weird, and it’s awful.

Well, the chorus is awful. The rest of the song is merely odd and slightly offputting the way anything European tends to be. There is always that sense of an underlying strangeness to things like this, a very subtle Uncanny Valley effect, and having them be done in quite good English only make it weirder.

After all, the Uncanny Valley only kicks in when things are almost right.

Nevertheless, sans the mind-fracturing chorus, this song would seem to be made for me. It’s all about foxes and how beautiful and mysterious we they are, and how can I argue with that?

But the horrible noises that are “what the fox say” utterly ruin it for me. I am no naturalist but I do know a thing or two about foxes and that is totally NOT what we they say, okay?

Mostly, foxes make small dog noises, with a few unique vocalizations from the same general category thrown in to show off their sophistication.

We need some high quality animal content to balance out that terrible anti-fox slander.

Luckily, I have an animated GIF that will melt your heart.

And lo, the rat shall cuddle up to the kitten, and the people shall squee.

And lo, the rat shall cuddle up to the kitten, and the people shall squee.

Awwwww! Best of friends.

And speaking of best friends, here’s Man’s Best Friend, helping out.

I bet he does a perfect Downward Dog.

I bet he does a perfect Downward Dog.

And finally, of course, we have my vid du jour. Today, it is political. And not just political, but actually dealing with current events while they are still current!

I know, it feels weird to be too. I am almost never as specific as that!

I pretty much cover the subject there. Like I say in the text at the end, I have not actually made up my mind about whether this whole Syria action is a good idea or not.

I just want some more information, information from sources other than the people trying (and failing) to sell this war to us.

One thing I have figured out : seeing as this is a civil war and not a straight up regime change, it is perfectly possible for the Americans to win the war for the rebels without ever declaring war or sending a single soldier to the region.

After all, if the Americans decimate Assad’s forces with missiles and bombs and drones, and continue to arm the rebels, the rebels will ave a vital “not being bombed into atoms by the Americans” advantage in the struggle and likely win.

And that would be ideal for all concerned (except the Assad family) because that way, at least on paper, the people successfully overthrew their horrible dictator, and thence seize control of their own government, and nobody has to occupy anyone even for a moment.

That is easier, cheaper, simpler, more democratic, more humanitarian, and above all a hell of a lot more efficient than anything done in Iraq and Afghanistan.

It might even be the pattern for the future.

And regime change is going to have to keep happening, so we might as well get good at it.

Not just links

I seem to be in the eye of the link storm. so I suppose it is time to return to my role as diarist.

Had therapy today. Forgot to bring the disability form with me, which I only realized when we were a few blocks from the office. I had it all set in my mind that I was going to bring the form with me, but then at the vital moment, Joe asked me to wait for him out front instead of going with him to the car as usual, and that was just enough to put it out of my mind again.

It can be a curse to have so slippery a mind.

The point of the form is to get me on to full disability, as opposed to the half-assed PPMB (People with Persistent Multiple Barriers) that I am on now.

Realistically, I am not going to be employable any time soon, and full disability would mean another $200/month in my pocket, plus the ability to buy a bus pass that works for all zones and lasts a whole year, effectively making the transit system my playground.

And I think there are opportunities for education that I can’t currently access, and it would sure as hell be nice to actually finish my education, have a piece of paper that proves how bright I am, and be able to seek some form of meaningful employment.

Ideally, I would be able to find a good Writing for Television program here. That is what I really want to do, write for television, and I would be damned good at it.

It would be a smart investment on the province’s part. It would shift me from tax burden to tax payer. And being able to make a living with my own skills would do wonders for my self-esteem.

I wonder if you can put your education on Kickstarter? Invest in my education! I will pay you back from my future paychecks. Kind of like a student loan, but more honest and less complicated.

I would even agree to a lifelong percentage as long as it wasn’t too high. I got the mad skills yo. I could return substantial dividends to a lucky investor willing to take a risk on my amazing creative skills and razor sharp wit.

I mean, I am almost as funny as this GIF.

So that's why the call him Mister Hands.

So that’s why the call him Mister Hands.

Sometimes the funniest things come from the simplest things. All the person did was stick gloves on their horses’ ears and suddenly, boom, hilarity.

Anyhow, due to my god damned absentmindedness (my tragic flaw, my bete noire, my curse), therapy was actually therapy today, as opposed to the paperwork I anticipated.

And the first thing my therapist did really pissed me off. I told him I had forgotten the form, and he said “Oh, you didn’t forget…. ” in that super irritating way therapists have of insisting on assigning cheap and obvious meaning to every little thing.

But I was in no mood for that bullshit after forgetting the form, so I cut him off right away.

“Yes, I forgot. ” I said firmly.

He said “I dunno…. Freud said there was no such thing as forgetting… ”

“Well he was WRONG. ” I insisted.

And that was that. I am very very sick of him doing things like that. All it does is complicate the business of my trying to pour out my heart to him and make me feel less safe in therapy in the sense of never knowing when he is going to seize on something I have said, the particular way I phrased something, and drag the conversation into some inane question of semantics when that is so not the point and all it does is bring the therapy to a screeching halt.

Still, I am pleased with myself for so freely expressing my annoyance and standing up for myself in the process, and I hope he was pleased with it too. It shows that I am learning to assert myself and that the world does not come tumbling down just because I let out a little anger.

There’s a lot more where that came from, folks.

I just need to find a way to express it that bypasses the monster at the door that always rears up when I try to access all that rage and makes me feel like I am becoming… dangerous.

Well, people who cannot express anger in a normal way are often the most dangerous because we are the people who seem like nice quiet people but we are storing up so much rage that one day we might just snap and do something crazy.

And I feel pretty crazy sometimes.

There has to be middle ground between total suppression and total expression.

Anyhoo, here is today’s silly ass vid to amuse you.

After therapy and whatnot, I was not in the mood to appear on camera, so this happened. I wish I had tried something more ambitious though. The experience of making it was not very satisfying in a creative way.

Oh, and just to add to my aggravation, my copy of Ulead VideoStudio, which is my main video editing tool, has developed an eccentricity where it won’t let me import WAV files into the videos any more.

If I do, the video crashes the program when I try to play it. So all my music samples are useless to my video projects now and I have to go back to using other people’s music for intro and outro.

Hopefully once I give my computer a good hard rebooting, the problem will go away. I want my videos to be as copyright clean as possible for potential monetization.

And my conscience, for that matter. It feels a little odd for a lifelong shameless software pirate for me to say this, but I don’t want to steal other people’s works.

Boosting software from a nameless corporation is one thing. But making money from someone else’s work without compensation just feels wrong.

After all, I am a content creator myself, and I sure as hell would not want that happening to me!

Talk at you tomorrow, folks!