Archive for November, 2006

Why haven’t you posted anything?

Busy busy in the Clan of Hughes.

Wife preggers, growing daily. Family stuff for the horridays (say it slow). And my knee is the size of grapefruit. My insurance and I just paid for a couple people to rip my knee open, screw some hardware in and attach a dead person’s ligament where my ACL used to be.

And the drugs were awesome. However my fingers could barely operate my remote or my gameboy so posting was effectively on hold.

The wife is doing good. We find out the sex of the baby the day after Christcomestoearthtoredeemyoursorryassday.

My eldest dog looks at my knee in sympathy, as he had the same surgery earlier this year. Of course, I didn’t have to wear a cone on my head.

Thank goodness.

ADD Cure!

Sticking it to the customer

Here is a great perspective piece about the current attempts of the RIAA to legislate media.

A great quote:

The collective amnesia the entertainment industry has about its past and recent attempts to limit consumers’ rights and technological innovation is nothing short of startling.

Awesome.

Ahhh Interviews

Interviewing people is one of the most uncomfortable social interactions that I can think of, short of a funeral or a bad date. (I guess interviews and bad dates are the exact same thing, actually. “First dates are interviews, Gwen.” – Van Wilder)

The interviewee is nervous and constantly double guessing answers and the questions asked, whilst the interviewer is unsure of the right questions to ask while measuring the stress response of the interviewee. Makes for an unusual interaction of flight versus fight nervous responses on both sides.

The interviewee wants an opportunity to prove themselves and validate their existence to a fellow human being. The interviewer is wondering what is for lunch while counting the number of blinks the interviewee is making during their responses to the questions. And I had to pee. Can’t forget that.

I thought I was going to explode. Note to self: Do not drink coffee before an interview.

I pity HR people. You either really have to enjoy it or be just a little stupid.

Like crazy stupid to force yourself to run through the same paces every single time a job is posted or you have to interview someone. I bet that behind Guidance Counselors, HR folks have the highest rate of blowing their noggins off. With a nailgun. Three times. Because the first and second time they biffed it.

That is dedication.

Me? I am just not cut out for that rot. Hiring and Firing is just not my thing. Too exhausting.

And I generally have to pee.

Damn you coffee, damn you and your deliciousness!

Random interactions

Stream of consciousness

Humanity is random in nature. Every event, every cause, every effect, is a series of random interactions of the human beings that happen to be in the situation shaping them and in turn being shaping the situation by their presence.

Good luck wrapping your head around that.

By nature, human beings are lazy creatures. Sure you have the driven control maniacs that think they know what they want and think they are in control of getting it (and they are delusional) and even they are bound by the communal actions of our lazy nature. Human creativity, tool making, development, the whole gambit, is an outcome of our inherent laziness. We don’t want to spend as much time working, so we invent. We invent faster, safer, more economical ways to cut our workload down. Ironically, this is called productivity. We produce in order to be lazy. Kind of counter-intuitive in most ways, but true for all of us, even the control freaks that think they are in the driver’s seat of their life. They can’t help but be driven by their own overblown sense of laziness and be constrained by the total aggregate of pure lazy of their fellow human beings.

Every one of us goes with the flow. We are cause and effect driven creatures, and what we call a life is nothing more than a continual series of reactions to a chain of situations. We react. That is all we do. That is all we can do.

Being proactive, truly proactive, is what makes God god.

As human beings we are constrained to the event. Whatever that event may be. And we cannot escape.

The trick, I think, is to enjoy the event. That event is unique in its own occurrence and will not happen again. Escaping the mediocrity of the event enough to experience it is what happiness is. Escaping the chain of events in a human way. Understanding that the chain of events are almost random inputs into the total equation of event causality is what makes us self aware. How we react to those situations is what defines us a people.

Atoms are constrained by the causal interactions that they have with each other, as do galaxies in our universe, so why do people think they are above that?

Every one of us is in our place. And we shape history by being in that place. I doubt Churchill and Roosevelt expected World War II and their places in it. They merely reacted to where they ended up and the situation that faced them. Same goes for every politician, every company, every family, every country. Every structure is confined by the interactions of events. Companies and Governments can’t be in control of anything, not because they don’t try, but because they are confined by causality.

Choices can be made. But choices are constrained by the causality around them. Think of causality as a balloon, and the choice as a marble in motion. The marble can stretch the balloon, but the farther it stretches the more force is needed, otherwise the choice is forced to fail… it bounces back. Human interactions provide force to choices in a causal environment. And that is how things like Hitler and genocide and terrorism and governments happen. Poor choices coincide and movement is changed into momentum.

How do we stretch the confining causality of our world when choices greater than the limiting environment have to be made?

How do we educate a world that is too human to stand up and look at the future? War, terrorism, violence have no positive outcomes. War will not stop hunger. Terrorism will not change tomorrow for the better. Violence will not make our lives better. Our environment is flawed. The lack of realization of the causal constraints is killing us.

Literally killing us.

We have to look up. We have to escape the short time spans of our personal existences. We have to escape our limits. How do we do that?

A unified threat, short term and long term. Something to bind humanity together.

A glimmer of it happened once 40 years ago. Two great nations of the world started to race against each other to achieve a goal of space exploration. JFK called for a nation to rise up and reach for a seemingly impossible goal. It can happen again and involve every person on this planet.

I think one person has to do it. Stretch that bubble of causality to the point that it breaks. One person to bind humanity in a greater goal. But the time has to be right. Humankind is almost ready. Almost.

On the cusp.

I feel like a retarded zombie

Ever have one of those days where you just feel like a retard? Like a part of your mind is just not working the way it should?

I hate those days. Doesn’t matter how much you focus on an issue, you just won’t get it. And to really shine you on, deep down you know the issue is relatively elementary. Two plus two just somehow equals five. You can’t explain it, you can’t put your finger on it, but you know something is just not kosher.

Although… it does make it easy to blame it all on the cold.

Out of the all the things I could get sick with, colds are the easiest in my opinion, but they are the most sinister as well. They don’t knock you over, they don’t force you on the pot, they don’t make you have to use crutches or a wheelchair, and they don’t send you to the hospital, but they make you just barely functional to get by. No more, no less. With a cold, you can function at work, and in public, but just enough to let people know you are not actually a zombie milling about looking for brains. I actually think zombies are based on people with colds. Honestly. Just change the whole brain thing to cough drops, and the stereotype fits.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhn, riiiiiiiiicooooooolllllllaaaaaaa, uuuuuuuuuuuuhn, suuuuuuuuucreeeeets…. cough, cough.

Scary Mary!

Aaaaauggh! The cuteness burns!

Bond… Jame— STOP THE MADNESS!

My wife and I both enjoyed a wonderful cold this weekend (still have mine), and as we were encouraging fat cells to grow on the couch Saturday night with our heads draining and throats coughing, the new Bond commercial happened to grace the screen.

“Another James Bond?!? You’ve got to be kidding me!” My wife said. “Just let it die!”

“Why do you care if there is another James Bond?” I asked. “It’s not like you have ever watched them anyway.”

“That’s true. I just think there has been enough.”

Has there been enough? I wondered.

Bond has a special place in my psyche , much like Star Trek and Star Wars, and the other geek-ery that fills the trough of my sloppy brain pan. I love Bond. I don’t know why. Daniel Craig as a younger, more brutal, James Bond appeals to me. Is it my testicles thinking for me? Maybe. I don’t know. But I don’t think Bond can ever do any wrong by me. There is too much enjoyment from my preteen and teenager years to just let Bond go.

Even though the latest Star Wars sucked balls (in almost every way), I still enjoyed them. I still saw them opening weekend, I still bought the DVDs, I still watch them on occasion. And Bond fits in the same category.

The studios obviously know all that. They know that legions (and generations) of Bond fans will still go see the most horrid Bond movie ever made (The World is Not Enough) and give it tons of leeway just because it has a stylish man in a tux calling himself 007. Hopefully Casino Royale is a good movie.

Star Trek and Star Wars have somewhat failed in the last decade on the fanboy level. Hopefully Bond 16(?) 17(?) (n+1) will be able to keep living up to the high standards of the fanboys while representing the changed world we live in.

I can hope for the best, right?

Wii all over the place

I walked into the local Target (pronounced Tar-jay) to do my part for the retail circle of life and buy some groceries, and whilst stumbling about the toy section, looking at the latest nerf weaponry, a huge kiosk of white and blue caught my eye.

A Wii? My local Target has a Wii? No fraking way!

I started running to the aisle with my cart flung out in front of me like a battering ram of doom. I am glad no one was in the way, because there would have been injuries. Fatal injuries.

Alas. It is just an empty kiosk, with accessories and nothing else. Why would someone buy a Wiimote cover for a Wiimote that is not even out yet? Damn, you retail gods! Damn you!

In some mystical backroom, the Wii sits awaiting gentle caresses and much hoo-daa-catter-wailing of the fanboys that must have one as soon as possible.

I long for the old nes and snes days. My DSlite is a nice holdover in the world of overpriced consoles, and I hope the Wii turns to be awe-some (80′s slang). Because the world of gaming needs something awe-some again. Something magical to pull the gaming muggles into the world that too few of us cherish and the rest write off as a childish pursuit that just causes kids to kill other kids. (Which is total bullshit by the way.)

So I wait. For the Wii to show it’s preorder status on Amazon along with next Zelda game (Twilight Princess).

I hate waiting.