If I had a TARDIS…

I want to be Timelord. Yeah… who doesn’t want to be Doctor Who?

I would spend weeks moving in into my Tardis. After all, the TARDIS is freaking huge. What did you think I was going to say for the first item? You have to live somewhere while off gallivanting across the cosmos. Since you have so much space, just think about all the stuff you could shove in there. Entire taxidermied wooly mammoths, ten thousand different types of Jello, and entire colony of leprechauns. Why would you keep stuff like that? Cause you can! Duh.

I would revisit some of the big unknown events of history. Like Atlantis. Or how the dinosaurs died. There is a lot of unexplained phenomena, science, and unknown history in this world. Honestly, there is just soooo much history to get lost in. With my new body, and twelve regenerations, I would spend thousands of years just poking about. With a TARDIS, I would be able to communicate, blend in, immerse myself in the depths of humanity and such.

So many questions though… By becoming a Time Lord would I make the science fiction real? Hmmmm. If I did, somehow, make reality imitate art, would that mean I would have to pay royalty and licensing fees to the BBC? Would that mean I would have to give myself the TARDIS at the end of my own life? Hmmmmmm, predestination pardox!

Fantastic!

Methinks I bite.

That is, I think I have bitten off more than I can chew.  I have two guys working for me.  Both have completely different work ethics, styles, etc.  I have huge projects looming, with massive amounts of cash involved.  Which all integrate into other huge enterprise projects that I am not responsible for but also involve a ton of cash.  Plus I have normal day-to-day stuff to do.

Yeah.  Mild state of continuous panic.

I am not sure if I am used to it yet or not.  Considering the levels of mild procrastination on everything, I am thinking that I have not yet adjusted to the new stress level.  My mind is rebelling against me.  So much swirling about, I keep finding that everytime I break something down or simplify something, another factor introduces a shitload of complexity again.  Its like I keep tearing a wall down and another is right behind it.

Well name of the game is patience, I guess.   When you start to freak, take a breather, and remember, it is just a job.  If the world ends, the job goes with it.

So all I have to do is worry about the end of the world.  And that isn’t worth worrying about.

Problem solved.  Don’t sweat the small stuff.  And remember everything is small stuff.
I keep saying it, but I am not sure I buy my own rationalization. Is that a bad sign?  Should I throw my arms up and start to run around like Chicken Little?

Maybe?  Probably not.  After all… to induce real panic among the masses, I would have to run around naked.  And I am kind of cold right now, so everything… ahem… is shrunk.  One should not go naked if one cannot aim to impress. Panic is for weenies anyway.  Ha.

The worst thing to watch on a television

Let’s brainstorm, shall we?

What is the worst possible thing to watch on TV?

Fear Factor, when the contestants are eating live bugs?

Violent movies with blood and guts and rape and other sick things?

Porn? Ooooooh, Porn!

Local news?

It is none of these. None of them.

It is those damn Bowflex commercials!

Or should I say Blowflex.

“In six weeks you can have the body you have always dreamed of… for only 29 dollars a month, you too can have a bowflex body.” Egad, someone please slap me with a raw tuna and call me a bitch. 29 dollars a month for a 1400 dollar machine equates to, let’s see here, carry the two, PAYING FOR THE REST OF YOUR NATURAL BORN LIFE. And not only do the models used in that commercial never use a blowflex, they probably never touched a blowflex until the actual shoot. They all lifted wieghts, and did their cardio, and they have been doing it since High School. They don’t binge on McDonalds or eat ice cream for breakfast. It is their JOB to look like that. They spend their days working their asses off making sure that they have a shot at the next job.

I’ll tell you what… Blowflex sucks. Seriously. There is only one thing that will keep you fit and healthy, and it is eating right and being smart about your exercise. Nothing will make you feel like a sloth of a human being quicker than a blowflex commercial. And look on the realistic side of things… you will buy it, use it twice, and then relgate it to an oversize clothes rack and storage shelf. A 1400 dollar clothes rack.

Give me 700 dollars and I will build you a custom clothes rack actually made for clothes! Deal of a lifetime! Almost free!

Some of my fav authors

Here is a list of some of my recent fav authors, and some of my favorite work(s) by said authors. I would encourage anyone to read any of these. Some are a bit hard to read if you aren’t a scifi geek, but others are downright accessible to anyone, even my wife! (they are marked with a *).

In no particular order… they are:
Read more

A list of wishes

Dear God,

How you doing? Chillin in heaven? Do you guys have good A/C up there? I should think so. I have always thought that hell is just a another piece of heaven, except the A/C went out long ago and its been going downhill since.

I decided to just give you a list of things that I know I will never have… it might make it easier for me to move on. Ya know? Not that I obsess or anything, but sometimes wishes should only be wishes. Makes so much more sense than to dwell on improbability.

  • A ripped superhealthy body.
  • Enough money to be independant of the system and free from desire.
  • A career that I am unique in.
  • A future that I am not scared of.
  • Freedom from my own human weaknesses.
  • Spiritual and mental gifts I will never develop.
  • Freedom from the muddled thoughts that cloud my mind.
  • A life without complexity, pain or suffering.

Now that I have pretty much made a list that any human would be envious of, if not recoginize that it is in fact their own, I would like to be free of them completely. Please pick them up for the spiritual waste dump when you get a chance.

Do you guys have trashmen up there? Someone has to sweep up the streets of gold, right?

Thanks a bunch! Give my love to the J-man and I’ll talk to (and maybe see) y’all soon!

Later Pops.

Blackberry hackage

I always enjoy some hacking here and there. Those who know my technical pursuits always shake their head and wonder just what I am smoking when I show off my latest little pursuit.

“Why did you make your Laptop squeal in pain whenever the lid is closed? That makes NO sense.”

“Yes it does. Wouldn’t you squeal if you were folded in half?” I reply.

Sidenote: “Hacker” is not a negative term. It is not an insult, it is not a term for a criminal, and it is not a bad thing to be. If you have ever taken something apart to see how it works, then you are a hacker. If you have ever added a functionality to something you use, then you are a hacker. Being a hacker is a GOOD thing. The media has turned it into just another scare word. Don’t buy it. My first real hack was long before I was a computer geek… and it doesn’t make me any less of a hacker now.

With a little guidance from the members at BlackberryForums.com, I downloaded the Blackberry Developer’s Kit (just a JAVA compiler and some base code), a tool from Plazmic that compiles themes and a Phillips SDK to create custom ringtones from MP3 files. Now with these three/four tools in hand, I am aiming to make my Blackberry sound and look like a Tricorder.

What?

You heard right. A tricorder. Yes I am a geek. I know that already, so you can keep your mocking laughter and pointing fingers to yourselves. But when you come to me with your gay cingular or verizon blackberry that just plays Bach when it rings, I will point and laugh at your pathetic little whiny ass for your total lack of creativity. Just FYI.

I poked around on the net, and I couldn’t really find anything that matched what I am shooting for. I found a site that had free Star Trek artwork for the buttons and such, and I know where to get the MP3s of the sounds, so I think I am set. Just some icon hacking and some layout and some creative sound assignments and boop, woop, deeeeee, deeeeee, deeeee, strange power fluctuations ahead, captain.

Ha, ha!

Super quick book reviews

I am hammering through books as of late. I go in spurts. Sometimes I will read a book leisurely, taking a month to finish. Other times, I will read a book a day.

I am in one of the book-a-day spurts. So here are some quick reviews of my recent reading:

Titan by John Varley

First book of a three book cycle called the Gaea Series. Heavy scifi reminiscent of the Rama series and the Ringworld series by Clarke and Niven respectively. I really enjoyed it. A crew on a mission to explore the moons of Saturn find an artificial object in orbit around the gas giant instead. The torus shaped (a doughnut) space station sucks them in, destroys their ship and the crew finds themselves lost in an artificial world full of fantastic (and complex) creatures. Varley really focuses on relationships between the characters and God… study of creation and existence. Giving a nice first contact twist to a moderately enjoyable discovery and adventure tale. I would recommend it. I have the next book in my queue to read and am looking forward to it.

Magic Street by Orson Scott Card

I love the Card. He is a very talented writer with an imagination that eerily seems close to my own. I am not exaggerating either. Here I am playing around with story ideas of a hidden house on the sliver of reality that only a young boy can see, and wouldn’t you know it, Orson Scott Card’s Magic Street is about just that. Well I guess there is nothing new under the sun. While not as pleasurable as Ender’s Game (what is?), this book is more in the vein of his work Enchantment. An urban fairy tale full of monsters, relationships and a study in the nature of wishes and contentment. A very good read, highly recommended.

The Nymphos of Rocky Flats by Mario Acevedo

Now this book was fun. Full of humor and wit and a fresh take on the world of Vampires. I picked it up because it was written by a local author here in Denver and it just caught my eye. Granted the title would catch anybody’s eye. The book centers on a vampiric ex-soldier back from the second Gulf War, working as a private detective on a case of a severe break out of female sexual nervosa (nymphomania) at the decommissioned Rocky Flats. Witches, Vampires, Aliens, UFOs, Area 51, Vampire Hunters, Secret Societies, the whole gambit of sci-fi and weird permeates this book. And it makes for a fun time. Highly recommended.

Idlewild by Nick Sagan

Sagan? As in Carl Sagan? He has a son? And he can write? Yep and yep. He can write well and his first book, Idlewild, is definitely a book for the internet generation. I am sure many people will compare it to the Matrix, 13th Floor, Existenz movies and the like, but I think this book is a step beyond any of those “mind in the machine” stories. It is a story of breaking free of constraints and enemies only to find that the real enemy was closer than you ever thought. And the world it is set in is brutal, full of sacrifice, and ultimately survival. A great read. So good in fact that somehow I ended up with two copies. Yep I am an idiot. I read this book about a year ago, spaced the title and bought it again. Oops. But it was just as enjoyable the second time around. I would encourage you all to read the first pages of any book before you buy it. =) Highly recommended!

The land line

I think it may be time to drop our land line. My wife likes having a land line, but only three types of people ever call our land line.

  1. Telemarketers
  2. Survey Takers
  3. Family

Now I know our family has both of our cell numbers and that most of our financial/personal interests have our cells listed as secondary contact numbers. So why are we spending 30 bucks a month on something that is a nothing but a bother? Especially since our line has a fluke and makes the phone ring for about a minute straight late at night. You pick it up and there is no one there. Just a long continuous ring that will only pause if you pick up the phone. As soon as you hang up, it continues until it is done.

Gay. Uber-gay.

Maybe I should just get a VOIP phone with Vonage if my wife insists on the landline. At least that way I can geek out a bit… and it would be cheaper.

P.S. Qwest sucks balls.

“Ladies and gentlemen…

…can I please have your attention. I’ve just been handed an urgent and horrifying news story. I need all of you, to stop what you’re doing and listen.

… Cannonball!!!”

That was not in context with the following, but I felt a Ron Burgandy quote was required, since, after all, it is a Moan-day.

CIMG0475

Oh yeah.  That’s nice.  My wife did not want to leave the island of Kauai.  Tears were involved.

No lie.

We had a lot of fun.  I uploaded a ton of pics to my Flickr stream (which are also avail here on my photo album page.)  I can’t wait to see how our SLR photos came out (not a digital SLR, sadly).

Kauai! Sucker!

Get on plane. Head west. Then south. Then aim for the empty spot in the middle of the Pacific. There on a little tiny island in a string of islands, you will find me sitting on a beach laughing that you are reading this instead of sitting here with me.

Sucker!

Jess and I are enjoying a week in Kauai… so there will be a small break in updates to the blog.

Don’t cry.

Be back on soon!