|Transcribing The Truest Typewriter Ribbons
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Transcribing The Truest Typewriter Ribbons
I'm Typewriter King, welcome to my retrospective. I started writing my own columns on my Angelfire blog on November 17, 2004. This was a measure to cut down on personal notes in my fiction writing, but it quickly grew into something more special.
I realized a wider scope, and touched more eloquently on an array of subjects. The first was naturally about my own writing or other projects, the sports, government policy, market policy, culture, academics, and just about everything else.
I'll start with the absolute best two posts before moving in chronological order.
Deus ex Caelum May. 6th, 2005
I have a great column on nuclear waste
disposal at Angelfire. I also have a great column about social work
And here, I have a great read for you, my latest column titled Deus ex Caelum.
"You want the earth to shake
and spit fire, you want the sky to split apart and for God to pour
Deus ex Caelum
There's an element to the movie that ties it to The Rookie, but
that element's not
just Dennis Quaid or any sentimental "hero" or "childhood dream" fluff. It has
more to do with a more rare quality in Hollywood films. The film successfully
captures a slice of America usually looked upon by elite Hollywood with brief
condescension. The fine cast of the movie use a more technocratic strand of the
normal "redneck" vernacular spoken by blue color Americans, just as it really
was, I reckon. Being upwardly mobile members of the Cold War military, they
live as drifters, and pushing the envelope of the right stuff, they live in an almost
necessary "roughneck" culture.
These terms "redneck" and "roughneck" in the
elite white color culture have negative connotations to the point most directors or authors can't treat these people as more than crude abreactions. Therefore we're fed the night-riding racist illiterate archetype of Walker Texas Ranger. But Philip Kaufman and Tom Wolfe give us the earnest, diligent, casually honest people that really come out of the coal country of West Virginia and Pennsylvania, and the similar ethics of the blond freckled Ohio Presbyterian. At the same time, Wolfe, a writer who has a background in journalism, didn't let them get away with painting
a portrait of sainthood, either. But that wasn't a problem, the pilots cooperated, let
him into their cult of personality. Because, quite frankly, they were tired of having
to "put on the halo and lie."
They cursed, drank, and caroused dangerously under the pretense of proving the had the endurance worthy of the right stuff.
A major theme of the movie was that the uneducated one, Yeager,
was at the top
of the totem even without going to space. He was the purest, dedicated to the
profession of piloting. It is implied he wasn't really passed over for lack of a
formal college education, but because he wouldn't compromise himself by
performing the same duty a "college-trained monkey" could do. This implied he
had dignity, a pride in his work ethic, an unwillingness to take a free ride. Being a
passenger, an astronaut, on a capsule for chimps wasn't worthy of the right stuff.
The Mercury Seven, once they learned the truth, felt vulgar, as
low as test
dummies, even if the not-yet-cynical press and public didn't see it that way. After
all, our rockets always blow up. So, in the height of a national crisis (President
Eisenhower had a heart attack around that time, Jeff Goldblum frantically
dispatches urgent news about the Russians), the astronauts- no!- pilots, refuse to
go up without stick-and-rudder control... and a window!
The German scientists are appalled by their demands. No bucks, no
Buck Rogers. But NASA complies,
allowing the pilots to retain the self-value that comes with the mystic of the right stuff.
In the end, it turned out the pilots weren't in complete control
of what it meant to
have the right stuff. They believed flight hours in a worthy machine, a fighter,
counted a great deal. The scientists disagreed. Abnormal vital signs could sideline
a pilot. Something as trivial was how fast Grissom's heart beat could make the
guys in lab coats question his aptitude for flying. No matter. To save their cult of
personality, they adapted. From then on, they'd compete for lowest pulse and
blood pressure. The bipolar Shepard always settled into his cooler persona, to the
point of performing his trademark ethnic humor in the capsule. Cooper became for
frigid than Hannibal Lecter. To the German scientists, this was perplexing. Our
rockets always blow up. The pilots must be fatalists! They were just adaptable to
evolving standards. If they weren't, they wouldn't have been combat and test
Chuck Yeager was the commandant of the military space flight school until LBJ
closed it down. He returned to combat, this time in Vietnam, where he flew B-57s.
He also got an F-4 Wing, before becoming the Air Force's adviser to Pakistan. After retirement, he flew in the private sector as none-other-than a test pilot. He made a cameo in the movie, and flew chase for the secret B-2 stealth program. The last I checked, he was flying a piston engine Mustang at air shows.
John Glenn joined the senate in Ohio before and after returning to space as the world's oldest astronaut. He never achieved his goal of being elected POTUS.
Al Shepard actually got to touch the moon. He was also for a time the President of the RC Cola Company.
The Right Stuff, directed by Philip Kaufman
The Right Stuff, written by Thomas Wolfe
Yeager written by Chuck Yeager and Leo Janos
Not That Alternative Energy! Friday, 6 May 2005
Now Playing: The Clash!
Be sure to check my other weblogs for some others.
Not That Alternative Energy!
Based on popular perception, I'd have to
say "no," we can't do it, but Admiral
Rickover's nuclear program never caused any problems within the Navy. It's said
he wrote the book on American submarine operations, but in reality, he just
(personally) translated Das Unterseeboot, the German book on submarine
Nevertheless, he lived up to that sort
of legend, maintaining the Navy's
perfect record on reactor safety throughout his multiple-decade reign over
the sensitive program until Secretary of The Navy John Lehman forced him
to retire at 82. (Lehman is a distant cousin of a princess of Monaco. It took
royalty to remove an octogenarian from the office!)
I've said plenty about the Admiral. Now, I'll talk nuts-and-bolts.
Wherever one goes for opinion
about nuclear power, the one anxiety about it
seems to be the disposal of the waste materials. Compared to other aspects of
modern life, nuclear power doesn't leave much useless rubbish behind.
"...The contribution of a family of four using electricity for 20 years is a
glass cylinder the size of a cigarette lighter," to quote Frontline's sources.
In recent years, engineers within the
nuclear programs have managed to
operate more powerful subterfuges in order to further harvest fissionable
material from old clumps of waste. These feats haven't received the publicity
they deserve, leaving many laymen with the lasting impression that we're drowning in radioactive filth. But the problem isn't so much that humanity
isn't capable of finding room for the leftover products, but that no one wants
it in their backyard, and environmentalist don't want it where there are no
However, that didn't stop the Congress of the United States from selecting a mass of Nevada volcanic rock called Yucca Mountain in 1987. The bill passed by Congress granted the Department of Energy (DOE) $7 billion for digging out some nine kilometers of tunnels into the mountain for the purpose of yielding research and storage area.
But not even Yucca Mountain is a final
solution. For one thing, the facility is being designed to late only
10k years, while some of the junk we're putting in storage of
half-lives of over twice that duration, meaning in the year 12000,
Vegas will learn the house
doesn't always win.
Mountain is a real danger zone, but the United States does have
site for very low-rad storage; the Waste Isolation Pilot Plant (WIPP) in New
Mexico. The very fact that only a small number of people have even heard of the
place proves we can "get away with" disposing of some transuranic radioactive
The storage plant, operating since March 1999, buries their
two thousand pounds of salt. The region's stable geology and insistence lower
radiation accounts for the lack of contention in the area.
While storage is the most pressing
concern in the greater debate, Chernobyl
convinced shaped hysterical opinions about the power plants themselves.
Germany is in the process of shutting their plants down- which creates another
problem- and the United States hasn't completed a plant since 1995. President
Carter doomed the long-term outcome of nuclear power by signing an executive
order to ban the reprocessing of nuclear fuel. His reasoning was that the heavy
plutonium created by the process would be proliferated to rogue punks.
While is true that plutonium, no matter
the isotope and configuration, can be made to
explode, he wasn't correct in viewing all nuclear explosives at the same. Indeed,
such a crude bomb would be hard pressed to match the "fizzled" bomb of
'The Sum of All Fears.' Truth be told, the processing of uranium would almost
reclassify atom energy as a "renewable." Our current "straight through" method,
only makes use of a single percent of the overall fissionable material. Despite
Carter's fears of proliferation of plutonium created in the process, Japan, the UK,
and France moved forward on their programs. They'll live happily with their
breeder reactors while we wither out at the end of the fossil era of energy.
How exactly do you avoid a Chernobyl? By building a plant that uses a
coolant, like a fast-spectrum reactor. Liquid metals are far more
effective at transferring heat than water plants. More than a handful of these plants
exist around the world; we don't have one in the United States. An added benefit is
that liquid metals aren't as corrosive as water, a happy coincidence that will
increase the longevity of such plants. But a catch does exist! The early builders
made the mistake of using sodium as their coolant. As a friend of mine pointed out
in a story he wrote, pure sodium explodes in contact with water! While in his
scenario, terrorists smuggled sodium into public restrooms, it doesn't take much
imagination to see that water and sodium could come into contact purely by
accident in a sodium-cooled plant.
One last problem exists: dismantling old plants. We have 103 plants,
making a fifth of our power output, and some of them were built in the fifties. As
it would happen, they come off-line between fifty and seventy years after their
start dates. Main Yankee, a plant retired in 1996, ran only a quarter of a century.
Sturgeon-class nuclear submarines are in mothballs. And when we started, we
never planned to take 'em apart. I've stated that little nuclear waste is actually
generated, but I'll almost have to contradict myself. As long as a plant is running,
that's so, but when one shuts down and is ready to be dismantled, well, the metal
and concrete housing needs disposed of- it emits rads. Housing includes a lot of
pipes, and the concrete barrier that contained Three-Mile Island's meltdown.
The current limits of clean-up methodology makes it difficult to return such
facilities to nature with a rad count below what one would face at one mile above
sea level, but since habitual aviators and citizens of Denver consider those doses
acceptable, why should we insist on better for these lands? We can all add
potassium iodide to our list of supplements, and not worry about it.
(he was member of the 9/11 Commission, and is attributed with the quote "power corrupts. Absolute power is kind of neat!)
Blind Man's Bluff: The
Untold Story of American Submarine Espionage
by Sherry Sontag, Christopher Drew, and Annette Lawrence Drew
Rickover article filed by Mary Bellis
Submarine: A Guided Tour Inside a Nuclear Warship
by Tom Clancy
Next-Generation Nuclear Power, Scientific American,
by James A. Lake, Ralph G. Bennett and John F. Kotek
Dismantling Nuclear Reactors, Scientific American, March 2003
by Matthew L. Wald
Man against a Mountain, Scientific
American, March 2003
by Steve Nadis Nuclear Reaction (supplemental to the Front line feature)
Mountain Statement by the Press Secretary
My full first post looked like this:
I'm loving what I can do with this blog! Guys, I've tried inserting midis on my site for the longest time, but haven't yet figured out how. Play it, and see why someone named after a typewriter would want it played on the homepage.
See the image? That's part of the look my Robotech Freespace campaign will have. So far, Viscount and I have five missions more-or-less ready for the upload, which I've planned for Christmas at the earliest, and New Year's Day at the latest. The year 2005 will be the twentieth anniversary of the series, so this is a very timely development.
Oh, about Gordian Knot, I'm going to break 20,000 words by Thanksgiving, a point I planned to reach from the beginning. As a general rule, I wanted to type a minimum of 10,000 words every month, and ended up doubling that most of the summer.
Let's see, in October, I wrote about 10,000 on Gordian, and posted 7,000 for Dud Zone and Leroy Jackson. Pretty good.
I need staff for the Genome project. I've had some people help, and thanks, but I'm looking for permanent staff members. I know, I have no clout, but I think we could do some cool things quickly.
I'll grow this over time. Thanks for reading.
You can see I was excited to start.
Friday, 19 November 2004
Now Playing: How To Dismantle An Atom Bomb
I just sent a letter to a terribly biased "alternative news source" at dissidentvoice dot org that wants the marine dead, the faster the better. My letter was as follows:
"You are mistaken on many counts. First, You insist the embed is a freelance journalist, but Kevin Sites is an NBC correspondent.
I know, you are one of those "alternative voice" journalist, commissioned to paint a certain picture, but this is an all too obvious whitewash on your part.
Okay, your facts concerning Sites are false, I can prove this through his boss, NBC. Next, I can demonstrate some more flaws in your ugly picture.
I know, this is an opinion piece, but you don't include real "Bush supporter" sources when painting that ugly picture about apologists for the marine. They don't exist, and you know it.
I agree wholeheartedly that the fighter was hors de combat, and I don't think anyone in the mainstream is denying that. Some newsmen, in the spirit of not condemning the marine before his trial, have given play to the theory, provided by Sites himself, that the wounded fighter was booby-trapped, but the networks are NOT whitewashing the public into believing that.
Steven A. Hass, are you aware, that according to Mr. Sites and NBC, the marine you claim was under no stress, was in fact shot in the face the day before? I know I don't go through events like that day-to-day, and I doubt most of us do.
Like I said, I know and understand that you must write from an "alternative" point of view, but really, do you seriously want to lynch this marine?
Wise up, Sir, the embed program is going to continue, no vast right-wing conspiracy is going to tear it down, and the war effort of natural suffer for it, but we've got the integrity to move forward and do the right thing.
And that's my memo to you."
A foolish reply to a foolish editorial, I know, but Hass is a real jerk, with his hysterical yellow journalism.
For the record, I'm displeased by newsies becoming judge, jury, and the hitman.
That was the first post in which I sided with the troops.
Monday, 22 November 2004
How Playing: How To Dismantle An Atom
Does anybody ever get the impression I keep myself busy? Today, a CPU for my Gateway arrived in the mail, and the afternoon's been spent trying to install it. Hasn't worked yet, but once it does, playing current games shouldn't be a problem.
Another topic: I'm using Freewebs as the host for yet another website of my invention. This one I swear will have a more professional look than the last one, and will also be for higher speed users. I don't have much, but I'll let you take a look at the concept.
else? Oh yeah, Sentinel Talos wanted to know if more Leroy Jackson
was coming. Sure, I finish everything I write, but his time in the
Great War is up, and in the next portion, he'll fly an old JNY-1
"Jenny" mail plane into some trouble in South Texas.
Spoiler: It will be loosely like the western adaptations of Yojimbo, my favorite Akira Kurosawa samurai film.
If you've seen Last Man Standing, starring Bruce Willis, or any old spaghetti western, you may get the idea. I'll probably pick that up at the end of the year, when my Robotech designing and Power Plays story should come to a close.
If you'll be patient, I'll tell you what the website is for.
You can see I was really excited about U2's album release.
Sunday, 28 November 2004
So what have I been up to? Mainly just research and reading for pleasure. I just finished a Larry Bond book, and now I'm reading Dale Brown. I'm checking regularly, to see if it's fixed. No dice. Boy, I really wanted that up for the holiday- I just knew some big news would come out of Iraq, and considering that's my subject matter, it would be a double-treat. Is the chemical lab story already out of the news cycle? Gosh, "NO super-duper weapons" was THE NEWS for an entire year, despite a few sporadic trace findings, and the story's shelved so soon? Fishy.
My Gateway picked up a virus this week, but I had it contained immediately, so no trouble. I printed Talos' scifi story, and read it when returning from the Thanksgiving diner (didn't drive). I have a glitch with the Robotech game. I don't know exactly how to package everything in the campaign, meaning I don't know how to export the mission campaign online with all the media in the proper folders. You see, images, movies, stuff like that, has to fit into the right places, and really, I never thought about it until starting. That's still a month or so in the future, no I won't sweat it.
To do list:
Leave review for Talos.
Exercise, especially on weight training.
Resume writing Gordian.
Outline some more of the Robotech storyline.
Things to put off
The Angelfire site can wait, but don't forget the new one.
All essays can wait.
No one is psyched about my moviemaking, so can that for a while.
Things to research
Mechwarrior: I want to look back into that world.
NVG and rangefinder countermeasures. How to you baffle them?
Chechen rebels and groups.
Indeed, a fresh chemical weapons lab was found in the city of Fallujah, yet if I mention anywhere, I'm "factually incorrect."
Tuesday, 30 November 2004
After Monday Night Football
I'll repost my reply to Sentinel's comments in case some people can't find it:
"Holy Mama, I got another comment!
This is an exciting inquiry. Okay, Sentinel- do you want to be called Sentinel? I'm talking about a Mod (a fan-made game modification) Max Sterling built for Freespace 2, before he left for other pursuits. His team did a wonderful job of recreating the mechs and fighters from the series, but he left the world with no campaign to play, even though building one is really easy, using the FRED (whatever that means) tools within the game. FRED is a kind of design template for editing custom missions and campaigns, and occasionally, the Viscount and I put in a little time working it out. We don't have much, but we've already got more than the entire original team built, so things are looking good.
If the URL ) doesn't work, try "Freespace Robotech Mod" in your search engine. I'm building a simple little campaign for the Robotech mod that Steve "Max Sterling" Weese's team built for Volition's 1999 Freespace 2 PC game. Go ahead, browse.
As for being a 'Genome' staff member (presently at zero), I'll post what has to say about C2 staff in quotation marks below:
"You can recruit staff members to maintain and expand your C2 community.
A staff can add stories to the archive and remove stories they previously added.
staff carefully as their reputation will trickle down and will
ultimately be reflected on the entire C2 group.
Steps required to add staff:
1. Communicate personally (i.e. via email) with potential staff before going to the next step.
2. Come to this page and enter the user id of potential staff.
3. Staff activation email will be set to the user at this stage.
4. Wait for user to activate via email link to complete the staffing process."
That's really all there is to it, but of
course, I'm more ambitious than that. I can build the basics of a
dedicated Military Fiction/fanfiction site at 'Freewebs' in all
of one minute-Heck, I've already done that- and with the permission
of the better writers, I can offer to post their stories on the
dedicated site in the professional Ebook .PDF format, or a more
obscure electronic book format. I can do this while hosting fan
artwork, at least a little, and I can top that off by creating an MSN
group dedicated to that.
That's all it takes. All a staff member really has to do (at least at the chapter) is say which stories are good for the C2. It's not much of a commitment at all."
Alright, thanks for the help, Sentinel, but wouldn't it be
Convenient if you had an email address?
As everyone can see, I'm in America's Central Time Zone (so you know I can't possibly do anything important!), and it's kind of late. The blog is the last thing I do in the day, Mom, if you're reading. Those hours watching football were moments I could have done something more productive, I know, but hey, Brett Farve is the man, right?
Hey Sentinel, you're from Missouri, right? As a native of that place, are you a fan of the Rams, or the Chiefs? Priest Holmes, Priest Holmes, Priest Holmes!
Well, in a blog, you usually opine about news items like Monday night games and such, right? So what do I have to say about Farve, who just started his 200th consecutive game, a streak that dates back to the George H.W. Bush Administration? I resort to regurgitating polling data, first of all (just like any TV journalist). On , 51 of those polled said Farve's achievement surpassed Cal Ripkin's in awesomeness, and I guess I agree with that. Football is a more rabid animal.
On the same topic, I don't recall seeing Farve fumble, throw an interception, or mess up in any contrivable way. He ran the offense the same way I would, ran running plays well, and really scoped the field succinctly enough to avoid being rushed. The game was one by the defense, but I was pleased by seeing him make the correct snap decisions. In summery, I'm glad I set things aside just to watch this trivial football game.
Memo to ABC and MNF fans: I want you people at Disney to become really introspective for the rest of the week, and find a real argument for hating Dennis Miller's short-lived role on the program. You cut him back for being distracting to the game, right? So, you intrusive animations, explosive sound effects, recorded Hank Williams Jr. performance, and seamless promotion of your other programs don't?
Let me give it to you straight; Within the game, your program directors told personal narratives about Farve's career, his personality, his role within the league's history, his wife's medical history, the effects of death within Farve's family, and a thousand other sub stories that Miller could have cut down to a twenty second rant. You guys couldn't tell the story coherently, and you have to use visual aids.
And another thing; John Madden isn't distracting? Guys, is speech is slow, his mannerism are weird, and he makes up expressions without known meanings. Please, the man's a talking Pollack painting, for God's sake, so between him, Hank Jr, and coed scenes from the locker room, can't you fit Miller back in?
Alright, signing off. I'll write a thousand or two words after I wake up, I promise.
Sentinel didn't mind being called Sentinel.
The next few posts rely on the content of other people, pictures, or video, before getting to this one:
Wednesday, 8 December 2004
Getting around a hard drive failure
I survived a major crash, and can now operate out of Linux pretty well. I haven't been able to do much more than maintaining the old Gateway.
I'm now wondering if I just caught a random bug, or if I was singled out in some flame war gone horribly wrong. Perhaps a proud cyberpunk didn't like my belittling the mythical hacker status. Can't count it out, after the Van Gogh murder.
Well, I beat it, and I'm free to fight back, if I can ever figure out who to retaliate against.
Thanks for the reply, Sentinel, I grew up really close to a police shooting range, so I'm used to that sort of thing. It's true what they say; if an elephant is parked in the backyard long enough, you don't think of it as unusual anymore.
One final word: I've resumed writing, and will have something substantial soon enough.
Monday, 20 December 2004
Return of the Typewriter
Now Playing: Cowboy Bebop Boxset
Here I am, after a short hiatus brought
on by the coupling of an illness and a whole lot of traveling.
I'm listening to Viscount's box set, and feeling like I'm not going to puke anymore. The current music track sound much like a low tempo Police instrumental. This really isn't overrated at all.
In the two days I've been ill, I haven't really written anything, but I did build the Homeland Defense Threat Generator. It took two days, these (sic) time than it took Bernard Kerik to cycle in and out of the vetting, and it does roughly the same job as the whole department.
Many of my posts were for stories. We'll move past those.
Tuesday, 28 December 2004
Rounding up events over the holiday season, I have a lot on my plate. Christmas went well in the United States. Amazon, I noticed, sold really well. Between Ebay and that store, I did a whole lot of shopping online, and not so much in the real world. I think most of the purchases were from American sellers, but I did notice East Asian sellers sell a lot of items well below the market price on the Western Hemisphere, particularly on DVD prices.
That's not always the case with laser disks, however. I bought 'How To Dismantle An Atom Bomb' for $9.87 at a retail store, and compared the price to Japanese imports; $50! The only difference is the import has an extra track- not really something to pay that much for. I guess Japanese fans are stuck with it, however, because it's my understanding they don't have any operating online music download stores. Here, we can buy the extra track for .99 cents at Itunes, or .88 at the Walmart online store.
The best deal online came from a Hong Kong seller offering the Band of Brothers DVD boxset for a dollar, while American sellers charged $75 and more. The set has six disks, by the way.
An anectode: I bought the book at a traditional brick-and-mortar store for $2.99 in the last quarter of 2003. Good deal, huh? Whenever I have time, I'll get Currahee! It shan't be all that long.
If you've watched any of the twenty-four hour news stations over the holiday weekend, you probably heard about the Minster of Defense. You guys know I follow the Packers, and could probably guess I watched their nail-biter attentively. There victory looked way too much like KC's victory the next day. What is it about last-minute field goals?
"We want to thank you in advance for honoring our privacy.''
There isn't much funny about Reggie White's passing, but it is funny how Sara White, the new widow, showed the media the door.
The sports writers weren't very kind to White at the end of his career, I recall. I remember allowing my Sports Illustrated subscription to expire after Rick Reilly said some mean-spirited things about White's faith. Reilly's a fine writer, I can say, but shows no tolerance for Christian athletes, kind of like the British essayists at Fictionpress, right?
"He made the defense what it was during our run... the best in the league. He could turn the course of the game in a single play... and did it many times for us. It was fun to watch him play."
Yes it was, Brett Favre. I took the time to see Favre's television special Christmas Eve on NBC. It was just a flashback special, your average run-of-the-mill televised biography, but I gave it a gander anyway. Greenbay's my long-shot Super Bowl pick, don't you know? They've paid off for me before. I recall the 1998 season, when I placed some money down on them going to the bowl with Denver. Not your usual method of betting, choosing teams that early, but I hit the jackpot, then pressed my luck by picking Elway, Sharpe, and TD to cruise over Farve, White, and the guys. The betting houses set the odds against the Broncos at 10-to-1, suckers odds.
To sweeten the deal even more, I stretched my fortune further by selecting the Bulls to meet and beat the Jazz in the NBA finals. It was a good year, but my luck broke on Major League Baseball.
Well, thanks for your part, Reggie.
coincidence he passed on football Sunday. Reggie loved the game, and
he loved the people associated with the game. I'm glad that as the
entire NFL was preparing to play, they could honor Reggie. You say
Reggie's name, and people just have an immediate respect for him."
-- Keith Johnson, head of CAUSE ministry, Christian Athletes United for Spiritual Empowerment, of which White was one of the founders
The Packers clinched their division title and a playoff spot Sunday in a 34-31 victory. Congratulations to Ryan Longwell and the organization.
The day before, Johny Oates, 58, passed away after a six-year battle with brain cancer. Oates, some of you may know, managed the Texas Rangers for those six years, if memory serves. I never got the chance to meet the man himself, or even make it to a game, for that matter, but my sister winged a visit to the Arlington ballpark for me, and used got to visit him during pregame exercises.
It's been a while, but I think they played Baltimore that night. It was August of '99, and she promised to get me some pictures of Mr. Oates. She says she has the photos, but I'm still waiting. I gave her some copies of my Space Shuttle Columbia disaster pictures after I took them . She spilled milk on them, too. I guess that's okay.
Back to the Packers for one second. They're offering snow-shoveling jobs this weekend for $8.00 an hour. It would be such an honor! I'm not drooling, I swear, but that would be a nice memory. By the way, the stadium is Lambeau Field, not Lambert, Senator Kerry!
I'm putting on notice to everyone that I'm suspending my work on the Robotech Mod. I still have a snafu with Windows, because one hard drive wrecked, and I can't get my XP package to boatload. All work is limited to Linux right now, as it has been all month. So much for that.
The Good News, What's Going On
I'm working hard to finish TTGK sometime soon. I have the opening act to the show finished, I have a Microsoft blog open (but empty), I have an MSN group established (but empty), and I'll spread a few more seeds. Have you played with the Homeland Defense Threat Generator? Noticed the bugs? I'll get right on that. Notice how cruddy my homepage is right now? Can't pay my brother to help, but I'll do something. Notice how my second site is doing nothing? I'm feeling a real energy kick. I'll do it all. My brother even promises to toy with Windows this week.
Have a happy new year.
A fine post, but I'm a little embarrassed over my optimism about the finishing time for 'Tying The Gordian Knot.' It isn't finished yet!
At this moment, I was becoming frustrated at Angelfire's problem with profile images, so I moved over to Livejournal.
Jan. 1st, 2005
New Year's Day
Current Music: U2: New Year's Day
I'll keep my correspondence confidential, but I've been mailing back-and-forth with a knowledged friend over his help with one sequence within the upcoming ending chapter of my Power Play's fic. Gentlemen don't peek at one another's mail, and likewise, gentlemen don't share the content of their mail with others, without the consent of the one that one is corresponding with, but to give a peek into my world, and as a preview, I'll allow a lapse in netiquette this once.
"I felt that I had a host of bugs worth filtering out. I didn't foresee the problem of describing the location of Roger Gordian and the usual suspects. I've clearly placed Gordian safely in his South-Eastern Iraq compound since chapter 14,Casus belli (he gave a rousing militaristic speech there), and I didn't really anticipate anyone caring exactly where the pilot of an unmanned aerial vehicle was. I did, however, rectify the ambiguity.
The peculiar psychology of the contracted
personnel is more intentional, especially with the driver, Eric
Burke. I knew someone who died of bone cancer, and believe me, near
the end, combat would be a welcome distraction. Burke knows he'll die
in a few weeks, and in the meantime, welcomes the endorphin output
When I focus my attention on the cabin, his nonchalant Point of view will dominate. Boute, the other fatalistic Mississippian, holds on to the same outlook until Ali's screams put him into a panic.
From that point on, everyone in the trailer remembers that pain and death are things to be feared.
As for the Desert Eagle problem, I can only be describing one of the gold editions of the .50 AE, with a ten-inch barrel, firing fifty-caliber Samson ULTRA 300 grain jacketed-hollow point ammunition.
The reason why the pistol jammed was that Burke had been firing a brand of .50 AE 325 grain jacketed hollow points known for leaving residue that often jams the pistol after as little as a magazine worth of practice. The gun isn't jammed because a round was fed wrong.
the HOTAS is the Hands on Throttle and Stick, fixed that.
Then we come to the Flechette rockets. I've never heard of any complaints about these rockets, except from humanitarian groups that advocate against all anti-personnel ordnance.
In fact, in the first Gulf War, when the supplies were scarce, an elite Apache aviation task-force from the Screaming Eagles confiscated all of them from "regular" crews. This was the very group that opened the "air corridor" on day one of the air war.
The fire that burned
Ali's hands happened the same way that leaving a hot iron on clothing
starts a fire. Been there, done that.
The fire in the cabin was caused by an excess of heat and friction. Had that happen to a Chevy, and now it's a hulk. And if you're talking about the napalm fire, I explained the chemistry behind that. Phosphorous burns when exposed to air. At least, pure phosphorous does. I think I have phosphorous in my vitamins. Hmm.
"Val Janikowski found his heart…and a bank that forgave his credit record."
The New Yorker is the one returning to combat.
Well, thanks a trillion for your time and reasoning. Changing tenses suddenly is a bad habit many have noticed in me, but I haven't yet curbed it. Writing action is tricky for me, but I'm getting close.
Have a happy new year."
I'll give a special thanks to him and others within the chapters. Good night.
On January 9th, I did a retrospective a notes I'd taken. Here are the contents:
Current Music: Moby, Play
Before I even had a web log, I kept
a few entries on my first website.
These should be archived for posterity.
The Website (The First version of Typewriter Ribbons.)
Moving swiftly moving ahead at making the pages,
though assembling them on site is more tricky. Remember that this is
the first time I've done this.
Well, as I write this, Thanksgiving and Blood are winding down. Heero's about to make his move in Columbia, and so is Zechs.
So what else is in the works? The follow up shorts to Blood, for one thing, and more dedication to the website. I have a vision for casting the pilots in the Dick Tracy strip. That will feature Heero and Duo V. Zechs and Noin. No, the focus won't be on pairing them. Like Blood, it will be Cold War themed.
Right, I fan fiction work goes beyond Gundam. I said I might post a Star Wars story I wrote, but I never found the first page. (That was written the old fashioned way, on paper.)
I had some ideas about adding to the Tom Clancy section, by scribing a novella crossing over Power Plays and Net Force. Ricci and Nemic are to be contractors in Iraq, in one of those stories "ripped from the headlines." A favorite Spetsnez officer from Net Force will be the antagonist.
The plot calls for Ricci and Nemic to play "keep-away" with the Russian, in their role as bodyguard for Paul Bremer. Gordian's Sword force replaces the real-life task of Blackwater Security.
Soon, I'll finish what I've kept on the backburner for a while, my "fun with real audio" gundam movie. This will feature the misadventures of the five doctors of Gundam Wing.
I've also planned making a mission campaign for 1999's Freespace 2. It will be a Robotech themed mission pack focusing on Vance Hasselwood's new reality show, Veratech Pilot. Thanks to Max Sterling's groundbreaking work, it will have a professional look.
Besides my work in fandoms, I don't have all that much on my plate. Contact me at if you wish to involve me in anything. I'll probably find a way to contribute.
Once I'm satisfied my site measures up with all the others, I'll throw myself into the webrings. If anyone wants to keep a column, I currently have plenty of space for text. All you have to do is mail me the text, and I can pretty up a page to put it on. Angelfire has rules about content, but whatever's fine with them is fine with me, as long as you're reasonably logical and coherent, a contributor to the community, not a filthy reprobate, et cetera.
If you're different from me, good, because I could use the diversity.
I had one another entry, my writing journal:
I'm new to submitting text documents to this site, so please forgive me if the look of my first chapter is unprofessional. Future chapters will be smaller if reader interest picks up, because I'll then what to submit regularly to equal demand. Your reviews do count, so please offer some input.
-Typewriter King, March 31, 2004
I owe Tom Wolfe some credit for his pioneering work crafting the concept of "the right stuff" for consumption for readers. I strongly recommend adult readers interested in chapter three to read Wolfe's book, "The Right Stuff," and parents should search for a Reader's Digest version of the book for their kids. Also, I'd like to give credit to Viscount Lancer for helping me edit the first two chapters. I don't own the Gundam Universe; I'm just lent a little slice of it. The concept of the right stuff doesn't belong to anyone, even Tom Wolfe, that honor guess to fighter jocks, especially those at the top of the pyramid. I named Kale after a leafy vegetable. Mogadishu, Bogotá, Luxemburg City, and Cali are all real places, and the CVA really is the Columbian equivalent of the Tennessee Valley Authority. Any resemblance between my drug war and someone else's events, real or fiction, is purely coincidental. Rashid's duel with Kale is loosely based on opening events in the 1982 war between Israel and Syria. Needless to say, mobile-suits saw no action in that war.
I assume my readers are fully satisfied with the action in the last chapter, so here's some more background in the Narcotic State. The tough banditos are coming soon, but I'll showcase a more pacific setting in the country, and I'll let Zecks opine on the world order his sister created. Speaking of which, I think I discovered my first plot hole; where is Relena? And if someone kills their sister, is it still called fratricide?
Hello readers! I just want to tell you, I wrote the first song, but Michael Stipe really did write the second one. My Napoleon quote really is a rephrased Napoleon quote, and I'm hoping most of you recognize the prayers of Bishop Douglas as prayers that date back to the Early Christian Church. Summer's approaching, and I still hope reviews will come before autumn. This chapter is much larger than my past few, and contains less action than normal, but I hope it isn't boring. If I do have any readers, they must be wondering when Heero will show up. I promise you I'll reveal him from hiding. You may think this is almost wrapped up, but you have no idea.
May 18, 2004
I think I have a few edits to make in the last chapter. I gave a 40mm cannon the wrong name, and I said loose when I should have said lose. Who cares? Do I even have any readers to care for? Are there any trekies out there to tell what I got wrong in the last chapter? I admit I only take a passing interest in the Star Trek universe, and I wasn't paying an awful amount of attention to episode, so I likely made an error.
Maybe if Star Trek were a product of Bandai I'd pay more attention. Last time I checked, Paramount Pictures owned most things Star Trek.
One news update: mine is now the only Action/Adventure story of over 40,000 words starring Duo and Zechs. How excellent that I've accomplished a milestone no other has at . Yet I still have no reviews. Sure is lonely.
A few changes are occurring that could alter your life here: I'm changing my internet service provider, and an address change will go with it. I don't yet know what my new provider will be called, but I'll keep "Typewriter King" in the address.
I also plan on righting more of the story, and less of the commentary in the future, but there are still some things I want to say now.
1. I've never read the Gundam comics.
2. If you truly want to understand Trowa Barton's psychology, read Lost Horizon.
3. I saw the series on American cable before watching the DVDs and Endless Waltz on DVD.
4. I'll make a simple website soon, but don't expect much at first.
5. I'm going to type up an old Star Wars fan fiction I wrote a long time ago (nearly a decade has passed), and consider putting it up on the site.
I'm wondering if this site will support pictures in my docs. Just testing.
July 12, 2004
In the real world, Director Une's real world counterpart, George Tenet, is officially out of work as CIA director. I had a chance to chat with him after he left Langley, giving him one more chance to use the agency's favorite emoticon…
They should put those on the spook T-shirts. I've been editing, as I'm sure no one has noticed, but now twenty chapters are up with the upgrades. I'm finally receiving reviews, and I've diversified myself with a field of short stories on the site.
I have a collection of Robin Hood letters up. There's also a parable in the Road to Perdition universe, a short based on the Book of Daniel, I guess, and a little humorous slice of Americana based on a Washington Irving story.
I've been researching the net with the powerful Mozilla Firefox browser, and I've found some great resources out there. I also toured the old reliable Global archives, the Willow Rosenburg of military writing resources. Speaking of Willow, has anyone else noticed that most of the great diversified fanfic writers also explore the Buffyverse?
Oh yeah, I extend my thanks to Ukchana for being constructive. Next to the Viscount, you're my Willow- or Xander.
And a thanks Anonymous, if that's your real name.
Besides research and editing, I've taken Ukchana's advice, and read a book. Reading actually is a regular hobby of mine. At the time of my last Gundam Wing submission, it was Robin Cook, then I picked up a William Gibson/Bruce Sterling collaboration, got bored with it, and bought Blind Man's Bluff from a book store. The Difference Engine will probably be more interesting when I read it some more, but the nonfiction submarine thriller earns my recommendation. Of course, all my readers must know I love submarines.
So far, I must say, the submarine fanfictions I've read so far don't measure up to the published tales, or even Global Security's raw information.
I admit, I've never read Hunt for Red October, though I plan too, and I own the movie, if that's any consolation, but here's how I rank the best submarine-inclusive books I've read:
1. The Sum of All Fears (haven't
seen the movie, assumes the star actor downgraded Jack Ryan)
2. Debt of Honor (Now that the Comanche's scrapped, Japan is safe to fight a trade war. Oh my!)
3. Blind Man's Bluff (not yet finished, but I like it.)
4. SSN (I know, it's a tie-in for a video game, but it doesn't seem cheapened at all.)
5. Submarine! A Guided Tour… (The title rambles on a while. An early part of Tom Clancy's Guided Tour books.)
Kilo Class. (Technically alright, but I couldn't imagine the United States going to such lengths to keep the PRC from acquiring a diesel-electric boat.)
How do the fanfictions rank?
1. Carrier: Dire Straits (The Admiral's WW III
battle in the Formosa Strait. Action driven, surface centered. Lacks
character development, but the plot's competent and well
2. Transient (Lefire's Command and Conquer submarine short. Done passably well.)
3. #3 doesn't exist in my experience, but I'll see if someone wrote a passable U-571 story or something.
Well, that's enough talk for now. Time for Heero to perform some gratuitous violence.
Welcome to the latest chapter, Mens Rea. Well, since last updating, I've discovered that the Major's latest story, The Hunt for Akai Jugatsu, is the only Gundam Wing story with the word "submarine" labeled in it's summary. It's good, too.
There's another good submarine book I forgot about, I think it's called Big Red, about the everyday happenings of a Trident boomer. It was a bestseller, written by a famous journalist, although I can't remember his name, and it's worth reading, even if boomers are less exiting than fast attacks.
In news related to my fiction: I've been considering names for Commodore Norris's boat, which I long ago decided should be of the fiction Hyman Rickover-Class, and I think the name should be Kinnaird R. McKee. The McKee was just a tender in SSN, but I'm going to upgrade it in my own tale. (In case you're wondering, Captain McKee was a real-life legend in the American fleet, skippering the USS Dace in the days it was successfully tailing Russian boomers.)
The Rickover class will be a double-hulled titanium type of boat, and will run on a fusion pump-jet engine, in case you can't wait for some details.
August 1, 2004
Bon journo, my readers. Today, Angelfire is hosting the site I'm progressively building. As of July's end, I only have a proof-of concept existing to tell everyone I have a website in the making. I have a highly unique picture, a link to the story you want to read, and not much else, but as anyone that knows me will say, I always deliver.
For the near future, this site will be about gundams, but later, I hope to tie in more things centered on Typewriter King.
A shout-out to the Viscount, who put in some secretarial work while I handled artistic details.
I've almost reached my writing quota for August already, so I'll have plenty of extra time to build up the aesthetics of the site. I'm going for something really classy and quick for dialup, preferably something more than the usual fanfic-fanart warehouse. I'll provide links to those, but I have the opportunity to do something more unique.
Please excuse the ads.
About the story: After giving Zechs and Noin some proper privacy (who wants to read smut?), I reintroduce Zechs for a moment of shaking off Zero's effects. Then I return to the more pressing threads in the story.
I think this is a time to give you a fair warning that Viscount and I nearly have a new Gundam Wing work ready for ff publication. Is it all right if I pull you out of the story for that tidbit?
Anyway, that story is unusual, but if appreciated the right way, it's hilarious. It's kind of like Seinen no Kekka's April Fools chapter, which is appropriate, since I started freelancing on April Fools. It has a lot of preternatural recasting, making several characters vampires, one a prehistoric beast, and others in a diverse flood of crazy roles.
The story's focus is on one side Quatre, and on the other, Zechs. This will take a few days before publication. I'm doing a load of offline work on the website, and I've uploaded my link page to Angelfire, and have more coming soon.
Okay, intermission is over.
Does Anyone want to know why the site isn't taking off? I'll tell you. I sadly made my pages in Linux Open Office, and for some reason, I couldn't save in HTML. And to make matters worse, Viscount deleted the OS from my computer, something I haven't rectified yet. Las tragedias de la vida. (I never said I was adeptly multilingual;-)
Well, back to fiction.
After reading at-kb's flattering review for Of Blood and Oil, I took a look at my total word count at and noticed that once the chapters Bloodshed and Ghost in the Machine act 2 are posted, I'll surge over ninety thousand for sure. Not all of those words are mine, though, because I started a little running joke.
Like most people who have read gundam fin fictions, I jumped into GT and QS's SnK. I loved it so much, I slept only two hours a night in the week I absorbed it, because it was so awesome. But near the end, I grew tired of that one convention they adopted, validating the themes of their chapters with lyrics from pop songs.
To concisely wrap up this story, I got the funny idea of parodying them by using R.E.M or R.E.M not only to reaffirm whatever I was trying to say, but to make a cryptic statement about doing such things.
I'm sure the few people that ever read this stuff this summer never figured that out, and probably just assumed I was obsessed with the band from Athens, Georgia. Well, in tribute to the Olympians in Athens, I'll revive the practice one last time.
Well, that's a collection of notes from the first thirty chapters of my first gundam work. I promised I'd do this, and now I'm delivering.
Gundam Pilots Observe Thanksgiving
Notes and Ideas:
Director Une and Duo both want the world to have a happy Christmas, so they work extra hard to preempt attacks during the holidays. After discovering a consortium of illicit drug industrialists are collaborating on rebuilding the Noventa Cannon, Duo plots dismantling their business.
Character and plot notes:
Most of the main characters are well known by fans. For the other characters, I busily stick to the proverb "wrote what you know." We all know paternal religious leaders like Bishop Douglas, so write what you know.
Admiral Revere is to be just like any maternal figure that appeared on White Base or Albion and the other ships in early gundam television shows. People will understand the Admiral, if you write what you know.
One dimensional obsessive characters like Kale and DEFIB will entertain as much as well developed characters, so have fun writing them.
Last in line, I had "Last Drop."
Everyone should have a mission statement
H e a d i n g
As most of you probably noticed, this community is dying out slower than the others, but fandoms all inevitably die out, or do they? We know from literature classes that some things become classics. Today, Daniel Defoe's classic Robinson Caruso is still as relevant as ever, because the premise of a self-reliant islander is still as appealing as ever. We've seen all the moviemakers rip it off, right? Disney makes cartoons based on classics, and they still sell. In an age when contemporary fiction writers aren't eagerly published, we find classics on store bookshelves.
So I conclude it is possible for series enthusiasm to go on for centuries.
Can we revive this series long after Bandai finds something to push for the next generation? Probably, but I don't have to wait around for the internet to bloom, like the Robotech fans did. I have it now. It beats being bored.
Who am I?
I'm just someone that likes finding lost causes and reviving them from their twilight. I'd like to think I'm saving civilization, but that's probably a stretch. Or maybe not, because people like to say the internet gives any punk with a computer a chance to change everything.
So what do you need to know about me?
§ Avid Reader
§ College Bum
§ Hack Writer
§ Coasts into Things
That's about it.
The subplots are all threads that need to be woven in before hitting 70,000 words. Readers will fall away if they believe you're just going to have terrorists jump from the shadows forever. Tying Turkey and Somalia early will be essential. Columbia's involvement can be a separate thread for far longer, but people will demand a link eventually. Heero will need to contact the others by that time, anyway. Remember that Une has a daughter, and others will have similar responsibilities. Make people want to learn about Stalingrad's past, and try to have people wonder why Revere is relevant to happenings. You can neglect the bad guys for a while, but once Trowa and WuFei go hunting them with Duo, the antagonists will need to show themselves more often.
Khalid is my favorite villain, so he should unravel first. Chronology doesn't make much difference, because the compartmented subplots don't lean on each other much.
Tuesday, 11 January 2005
New Year Preview
Now Playing: REM, Automatic for the People (Ignoreland)
So, with all the back entries now in the Live Journal, I can now forge on with a new general Typewriterverse entry.
So what's on the agenda?
1.MetalViscount's now a Midnight Cobra in Mechwarrior's Empire League. I share bandwidth with that punk, so that makes my surfing sluggish. He's earned the respect of his team really quickly. I'll show you.
2.Although I love the gangster era of the US, I didn't by the B.A.R I saw in a pawn shop three days before Christmas, and no one bought it for me.
3.I finally updated my fanfiction. I have a big entry this time. I thank Cheah (firearms) and MetalViscount (logistics) for expert advice on their fields of expertise. I think I'm a pretty good writer, most of the time, but I'm only better than most freelancers because I research not only books and websites, but I contact people who actually know what they're talking about.
4.My Freewebs site officially opened on the New Year.
5.I actually did manual labor today, three hours of gardening for my neighbors, an elderly couple. Viscount pitched in, too, and we managed to box in eroding soil with railroad posts- creosote stakes. I had to manually saw through one with a wimpy bow saw, because the measurements didn't match up, but I finished without complaint.
More on all this latter.
Thursday, 13 January 2005
I lost a lot of blood earlier this week, and it's kept me too tired to update. I did, however, manage to build a generic fansite today, a real one, not a personal site in the wrong skin.
I wrote two biographies for it, and a couple of episode guides, though they're on the brief side. My free time's been robbed by sleep, way too much sleep, and a Frederick Forsyth novel. I'll finish that soon, after sleeping again, and perhaps more bleeding. I often wakeup with blood in my mouth now. I guess most people would consider that gross, but I've gone through that my entire life.
I haven't been able to follow the news, baring a few things, like the AG hearings, most of which I'm too tired to remember right now, which is shameful- I've never had memory problems before.
Congratulations to Cheah, who gets to be the first living author archived at my freewebs site:
I'm archiving some works in PDF format. Did I mention that before? Again, I can't remember. I'm too anemic, and too fatigued for my memory.
My Art Appreciation or whatever teacher emailed me, reminding me to attend class, and if I don't send her a welcoming email, I lose 25 of my grade, or something like that. Again, precise figures escape me.
I've embedded this my livejournal in two sites, so far, though I plan to resize it in my original webpage. I'd write more if I had the stamina, so I'll sign off while publicly reminding myself to invite more people to the freewebs archive.
Relax, I bleed all the time.
Wednesday, 19 January 2005
Inauguration Day Coming
Now Playing: "If God Will Send His
I'm introducing myself to the grind that is a university schedule, hold me. I think my Evolution Email ap died when sending my greeting messages to my teachers. C'est la vie. C'est l'Internet. The messages aren't listed as sent.
Anyway, I'll briefly talk shop. The demo Esperanto translation PDF of 'Gordian' wasn't loading right, and I couldn't understand why. Quickly, I discovered the bug came from the accent mark in the title, so I changed the file name to 'Esperanto Gordian,' and I met success. So there you have it, I have a partial translation up there, and in an obscure international language, too. I'd really like to translate the story into other languages, as I planned to do, in Spanish, but doing a lot of translations would consume my life.
I added a guest book to the Typewriter Genome site. It isn't fancy, but it lets people talk. I've also added a picture gallery page in anticipation toward receiving some art I've commissioned. So far, I don't have any ready.
From this point on, I don't cross-post at Angelfire and Livejournal. Only one won out, and that was Livejournal.
Current Music: Strung Out on U2
I've received messages from Musashi. He wants to talk over things. "Sure," I say, along with the following:
"Someone's feeling giddy. My source
was in fact Helldiver's gun site, but I've long memorized the RAMO
information because twp of my favorite fictional creations like using
the rifle. Listen, I know it doesn't seem like it, but the
administrators at this site don't like the review columns used as
discussion threads. So, since you have that paranoia
about receiving emails, I have a few items setup for a situation like this.
I have the shell of an MSN group for discussions such as these. That one's called Genome Splicing and the URL is on my Fanfiction profile. I think you'd have to sign up. Then I have the web logs. I moderate at Angelfire, but you can post on my Live Journal with being filtered. The blog URLs are both on my Fictionpress profile. The links should work OK. I'll talk to you wherever you choose."
He's broken my study rhythm, but so has my Mother, sending me some links to old novels meant for the Freewebs archives. I think I'll add one of the books.
The Angelfire Blog is down, leaving me
thankful I maintain triple redundancy with my blogging. On my
assignment, I must analyze two poems, and one must be Shakespeare's
Sonnet 73. I know, I usually don't talk about school, nor with a make
that a usual habit, but this assignment has me tied down. So here's
the snag; I can't understand the structures, sound structures,
meters, or lines of poetry. It makes no sense. What are the stresses
in iambic pentameter? Why can't I hear them?
In case anyone's tempted to help, outside collaboration is forbidden. Just watch me sweat, or maybe sympathize. I'm stuck on this.
Aden/Musashi, Aliens Sentry Guns, and The Good News (Plural)
Lafeyette Musashi, to be honest, I've never read your fiction. That said, you asked me to play Yoda to your dark side, and I should obligate myself to that. My email's been down until today, which sucks, because I received a record slough last week. That and lesser glitches have set me back, but here I am posting again.
I must say, your profile page looks sparse now, not a "cram-hole" of space to work with. I noticed Cheah got into that weird review message mode, effectively forgiving all. That's cool. He filled my mailbag over the weekend, btw, and I've meant to get back to him on that, honest Indian (Choctaw speaking here), but haven't. As to the first, you are thanked and welcomed, one the second, welcomed, and on the third, I can get on that in a hurry. It should take me two minutes in all, I've practiced it so much.
Your information in the first mailing will be most helpful, and is most appreciated. (Details will arrive in the mail, pending my Cebridge that's also a cable company account works.)
Musashi, I got sidetracked, as Aden Onitsuka, you have a problem working on an FF VIII story. Well, MetalViscount finished the game several times. He's devoting most of his free time to Empire League Mechwarrior matches, but he'd help out. You can try mailing him about talking to you via MSN Instant Messenger if you still have the willies about receiving mail from strangers.
Um, I'm almost ashamed to say this, but I didn't play past disc one. What? I sleep a lot!
Elsewhere, Tom Barnett (I quoted him in Gordian)
says he's 75 thousand
words into his new book. His promotional piece in Command-Post (does anyone else in the world read that?) and interview in Frontpage Magazine (What about that one?) where superb. Do you guys think I should ask him if I can add his stuff to the Freewebs site? I'm thinking about that.
More good news! Seraphitus added me as a friend. I wonder if the ask of adding me reminded him of a certain offer...
What, there's more? Oh yes, Aden Onitsuka, Sentinel Talos, and MetalViscount all joined my Genome Project staff at the same time. Spooky.
OK, I'd love to hear from you guys.
And I did hear!
A good day indeed
I feel just a little sorry for my university's paper. As you may know, I'm Oklahoman (not to play that up or anything), and that's great, but some can take things a little too seriously ?itemid1258191506
I exhibit a link to a great comedic article by one of the school writers. Did George W. Hail Satan? It was much ado about a photo, but it left the school's GOP base incensed. They didn't get the joke, and even mailed threats to him. I thought it was as funny as all heck, so I sent him some high praise in the mail:
"Kevin Costello did a fantastic job writing a Daily Show type article out of nothing more than a photo that looked a little funny. I apologize on behalf of my university for the nasty letters of others attached to the school. Some people can be completely humorless when the themes of politics, religion, and death are involved, but I'll let you know, everyone I forwarded the Hailing Satan article to responded positively.
free-associating all the way from the Long Horn symbol to Metallica
fans. (It really wasn't that hard to follow, Stephanie.) Your
assumption is right, they aren't into Dubya, they appeared on the
short-lived MacEnroe show to announce their support for Nader. They
also announced they're "clean," but that's immaterial...
Do you think these riffraff reviewers scream rabidly when watching Jon Stewart or the Saturday Night Live News Desk? Continue the good fight for comedy. We need more martyrs for the comedy cause."
The letters to the editor are truly nuts, but, man, cool article.
Current Music: Thought about playing U2's Red Rocks disk
"Hypocrisy: The practice of professing beliefs, feelings, or virtues that one does not hold or possess; falseness.
Empirical evidence shows social security is on a downward spiral.
You see, demographic conditions are
changing. Notice how the ration of old people to young is shifting?
How octogenarians are everywhere, and that the baby boomer
If I could chart population growth in the twentieth century, you would see that the bell curve bulges at 1950? Those babes born that year are 55 now, and those 55 year-olds used contraceptives a whole lot, see, meaning they weren't all that fruitful. And without the strong backs of a lot of kids, hardly anyone is paying for the seniors to live happily ever after.
So you see, we are cursed by demographics. You only get what you put in, and, with the individual rate being equal, when fewer people exist to put in (gasp), less can be drawn out!
OK, given that you actually understood what I just said, you'll doubtlessly argue toward a model from a welfare state. The problem with that is that they also face a shift in demographics. Germany's population in total is shrinking. It has been since before reunification. That means fewer warm bodies are working in the Ruhr Industrial Valley, this means GDP and GNP are shrinking, and it means old people are pulling in a lot of entitlements. The reaction to policy-makers is to increase taxes. This pulls more capitol from the private sector. Luckily, Germany is the banking center of Europe, so funds still fly in, but even so, their economy isn't entirely healthy.
old people take in, taxpayers put in, taxes are hiked- what happens
to the private sector? They don't even have the funds to pay their
depleted workforce. Unemployment is higher in Germany than the United
States. But that's all Laffer Curve voodoo economics.
Government can give everyone a free lunch, right? Heck, a piece of parchment can make genocide stop in Sudan, so a free lunch should be no problem at all.
But consider The Netherlands. They have the same problems as Germany, but not the favorable geographics, size, or banking status. They have a lot of elderly, or at least, they did, until they passed a law that allowed STATE DOCTORS to EUTHANIZE elderly patients without the need for their consent.
Well, that certainly gets them off the public dole."
I wrote all of the above as a
review to a limp-wrist's essay at Fictionpress today. Hmm, I can
still remember Macroeconomics! I wonder what he'll do with it? Not
many people write intelligent reviews there, so I'm expecting heart
attacks, and maybe a few places to freeze over. Man, I hate the
things written over there. All that spleen-venting... I posted a host
of cool songs I wrote as an act of revenge. Got some positive reviews
I've posted the audio for one of the songs on my Angelfire site, and have given thought to finding an online home for the rest. I also want people to see the cool album cover I created. It's a minimalist artwork based loosely on Cowboy Bebop cover art. It depicts Ein and the figure of a Matrix agent on a park bench with a box of Pandora goodies. I want to use the OGG file format for the songs. I'll include a download for the WINAMP player, so everyone can use the file type.
I have some great instumentals to share, once I get around to it. They sound professional.
English needs overhauled. Left-wingers saturate me with superficial
statements about Bush hypocrisy, yet never build on the idea that he
doesn't believe what he's saying."
That's what I had to say about their slinging of hypocrisy accusations.
Oh man, I've been trying to get people to read The Dogs of War. I keep telling Metal Viscount to forward my advice that his Mechwarrior Mercenaries team leader read it, but he won't relay my message.
I'll show him. I'll petition to create a Fred Forsyth section, and see if anyone migrates to it. I may just moderate the fandom!
Current Music: HTDAAB, U2
Not everyone knows intuitively how Livejournal works. So, in case
L. Musashi missed my replies to his reply, I'll repost the text up
"Hello again! My C2 staff members don't need to ask permission for adding stories they like. I operate under the philosophy that regulation drives people away from doing public good.
And sure, I'll read it again.
Funny, I seem to get more reviews at Fictionpress, despite those settings. Yeah, people act a lot more foolish at Fictionpress, so that's why my settings are more cautious there."
Since, I've left him two (unhelpful?) reviews at fictionpress, which is the sibling of (the place with mentally disabled teen fangirls), which are long and unorthodox. But what can I say? I've never been ask to review an appendix and a page of cited sources before!
The world is full of good news. , a community blog for Taiwan, is confident the mainland won't attack Formosa until the 2008 Olympics are over, so we can all rest easy about that. Farm subsidies are finally facing the ax. Boy, I've been relishing that for years. I believe the market should decide what farmers grow, which leads me to a very personal thanks to
ALL OF YOU WHO VOTED REPUBLICAN OR LIBERTARIAN in the 2004 election. You guys are right. I ordered some books from some dependable online sellers, and those delivered by Federal Express arrived within three business days, while the ONE the US Postal Service was task to deliver isn't here, and I ordered it a week before Christmas. I had to give the seller a bad rating, though it probably wasn't his fault.
Michael Badnarik, 2004 Libertarian presidential candidate, will visit the OU campus on the eighteenth, which is a lot better than having Ward Churchill over.
Badnarik, interestingly, wasn't on the state's ballot last year,
but Norman is a strong base for him.
OU has seventeen members within the student republicans, and five libertarians.
Doesn't sound like much, but there are no young democrats, and the little pacifist group could only muster four members.
I just want to post a review I wrote to a work about social security.
"Nice to see I got off
easy, but I'm afraid I won't take part in these debates anymore. See,
I read your blog entries. You just aren't knowledgeable enough in the
workings and history of American government to be engaging.
What did it was your talk of the nationalizing the sabbath. Frankly, I'm dismayed someone discussing American politics is completely oblivious to the "Blue Laws" of old, when businesses were by law shutdown on Sunday.
I encourage you to bone up on knowledge and experience, maybe read the works of your peers, rather than working on such limited information.
What also disturbs me about many
of you is an clear and present economic illiteracy. The stock market
isn't the market. What the stock market does is serve as a place to
exchange shares in corporations, which means portions of corporate
entities are bought and sold.
The stock indexes you see moving in the red or green merely signifies which direction values for shares have moved in terms of price. This has very little value in the day-to-day lives of people working in the service and manufacturing sectors.
OK, then there's the idea that stocks and bonds are
somehow fickle. I can probably never convince the layman otherwise,
but bonds, well, they're returns are guaranteed, and the total volume
of the stock market has never ended up lower at the end of someone's
(25 year) career, than when that person started.
That reassuring trend dates back to the London Exchange, where it all began. Based on the empirical records of these lifetimes always showing a gain, lawmakers can in fact conclude that a well-diversified retirement plan based partially on trade is actually safe, and the rate of return has always stayed ahead of the rate of inflation, even during the years of "stagflation" that lasted in the seventies.
Keep in mind that with only four percent of social security going into private accounts, 96 returns are perfectly safe in the old program, so even if your investments actually go completely under, you're still getting 96 cents on every dollar.
Compare that to the seventy cents per dollar the Democrats are perfectly fine with losing past 2042!"
I haven't felt strong this week. I slept
fifteen hours last night, and didn't feel refreshed when I got up.
These aren't the
best times, physically, in my life. I did play backyard football, however, doing pretty well.
like a chore this week, and I fell even further behind in school. I
don't understand why, in truth.
I just hope I'll have the will to overcome the fatigue that's fallen over me.
Before falling from this, I'm planning to diversify my different weblogs. I have them embedded in a website, and they all have the same content. I'm wishing to specialize each one for a different role in the future, but don't yet know which will do what.
Right now I have a Kikaider songfic in
a badfic form, since converted by my beta reader,
at I'll have the improved version up soon, but it could be a while, because I 'm on a network with my brother, and he's going to use bit torrent to steal the bandwidth from me on the morrow.
I think I mentioned all this in my last post! Did I mention it was based on a Bon Jovi song, and that it will be my first and last songfic ever? It will be. I'm not getting caught in a "read my lips" trap, but it will be the only one.
School sucks. Something happened that will give me more free time to write. Can you guess what happened? It was like living in 'Fight Club,' I'll tell you. I'm maintaining the blogspot now. Click the link, and see what I have. Hope it updated.
In The Thick of It Apr. 26th, 2005
Current Music: The Police, Reggatta de Blanc
Update: After writing this article, I banned incoming emails from
I'm in the thick of a mess at Fictionpress! Namir Swiftpaw and I now share the same rabid stalker. You can check Namir's Deadjournal for the details of how she's taking the flamewar. Here's the vitriol I've received:
"who the hell do you think you are. I qupte "Oh yeah, and may Falling Grace Rising Evil's Indian-hating matricidal lips kiss my card-carrying Choctaw $$!" I'm Indian and I can hate my own heritage if I want so next time keep your lousy comments to your own effing self moron. If you want to call me anything, then leave it in my poems or e-mail me, don't be a coward."
Actually, she didn't faithfully copy my qupte, my mean quote, but the sentiment in that one paragraph of my full review is correct. In my review to Namir, I told her the origin of the pen name she chose, because she didn't know the story behind it, and I reviewed her poetry. I also showed some solidarity with her against Falling Grace Rising Evil. (I think she was actually Rising ANGEL at the time.)
I left that
part in my review to Namir to confirm that FGRE was actually actively
her. It looks like the girl is not only doing that, but taking on everyone that offers Namir support in the flamewar. The proper way to handle this is to block user account from leaving reviews, which I'll have to do a Fictionpress and Fanfiction. Now that I have my Email account back up at Fictionpress, I'll have to block her emails, too. I use Ximian Evolution, so that will be easy.
I left the following review to a poorly thought out column at the University:
This comment is written free of all quasi-derogatory terms like "islamofascist." I also come off winded. Mr. Editor, you may want to publish this as an article that just happens to rebuke another article, rather than as just a reply.
If so, credit it to "Hamiltonian Typewriter."
The Kurds must be chopped liver, as they say. The ground truth is that the military (read: not the administration's) success (read: we won both wars) in Northern Iraq wouldn't have happened so quickly without the close coordination (read: the opposite of unilateralism) between American SOF and the Peshmerga (Kurdish warriors).
They did quite well in Kirkuk and Mosul, mind you, making Jalal Talabani a popular enough figure ("figurehead," in your language) to eventually become the president (to you,"puppet") of Iraq.
There are a few other factors than size that make Iraq unlike Afghanistan.
1.The Taliban didn't receive arms like the ultra-modern Kornet (AT-14) ATGM from Russian crooks. The Ba'athists did.
2.The Taliban, not having a coastline, rarely received any shipments of modern arms or training. Saddam's soldiers received respectable weaponry, and many were trained by western professionals.
3.From '79 to today, crops of fighters grow up with relationships with the CIA. After the Embassy bombings in '98, the CIA regularly tromped around areas like the Khyber Pass. In Iraq, most of the "freedom fighters" were actually exiles. The only coordination that occurred in country in the years before the war were Kurdish-SOF interactions in the humanitarian mission dubbed "Provide Comfort."
4.Saddam had consolidated all the power in Iraq, he drained the swamps, thus removing hiding places in the south, and had ruled as a Stalinist since the late seventies. The Taliban, however, had only held a shaky domination of their country since 1996, and the Northern Alliance was still actively fighting for control. Also, you must have noticed, the Taliban couldn't drain the mountains.
5.If stationed in Iraq, to the west is one state supporter of Hezbollah, and to the east, is Hezbollah's other host. The Taliban had no such luck. General Musharaf genuinely wishes to transform Pakistan into a modern nation. Progressterrorfalse, so he rejected it before reluctantly taking power. Today, the bad guys exercise terror against Pakistan and the Uzbek.
6.Iraq just has more Soviet and French weapons lying around.
Those are just a few of the differences about them.
"I argue that the
state of our military in these two countries, separated by only a few
hundred miles, in sic a good reason to pause when flaunting our
military dominance to the world."
I take it that was your core thesis argument? Are you saying that displaying the deterrent value the leviathan force of, say, an armored corp, is a mistake if it ends up not looking good on TV?
No, that doesn't square. What does that mean, 'flaunting?' Are you referring to sexy recruiting commercials? No, those ads aren't aimed at the world. In fact, besides special forces guys and Zinni, the military doesn't do much diplomacy. You mean to denigrate the administration again. Flaunt. Swagger. Back to the "Bush swagger," is it?
In review, you:
1.Have John F Kennedy's fixation on Special Forces. Not necessarily a bad thing, but they are a specialized tool that can be blunted.
2.You have Edward Kennedy's infatuation with the quagmire analogy.
3."That horrible unilateralist (the CINC), he completely ignored the people again!" You insist the locals were contacted, weren't asked for help, as in the earlier war. The Peshmerga wonder why you ignore them. I tell them my opinion, that this college article wasn't REALLY about SOF doctrine, but just a Freudian transference. "He's just projecting his angst about Chirac to Iraq itself. He doesn't mean it."
Write something new,
not just more masked bile about the same issue. People were
consulted, calls were made, allies were courted, not ignored. The
French and Germans were petitioned repetitively, they just weren't
sold, but the military flaunting continued, because the
powers-that-be (in this country) decided these people didn't have a
on the American military.
Now, ideally, the President and I would have both embarrassed a Wilsonian solution as the ideal, but negotiations didn't pan out. Secretary Powell tried to make the sale, he did well, but it just didn't happen. It was sad. We wanted their help. They didn't join in. That's the story.
There was no stubborn unilateralist. There was no John Wayne diplomacy (whatever that mean). There certainly was no "ally-bashing."
These things were all inventions of one politico-legal-media complex spinning wildly in a very raw election cycle. Because the "alienated" foreign leaders had the same political inclinations (goals) as Kerry, they played along, expanding the bounds of the PLM complex into a second XYZ affair. The French feel entitled to a say in American politics, as they always have. They aided us in the revolution, after all. It was bunk then, and still is today, but they believe what they will. The disfavored side didn't like that too much. Of course, to the PLM, if you don't like their pet foreign interests, you are labeled xenophobic. It's a shakedown scheme.
Of course, you don't have to believe any of this. You can do the normal thing "enlightened" people do with a counter-argument. Say I "lack credibility," or some ad homonim dismissal like that."
Sure enough, he did resort to an ad homonim attack in
his response, with the normal line about me needing a girlfriend. It
must have rattled him, however, because he didn't release a column on
Monday. I hope he'll learn the right lesson, and move away from being
just another hack in lieu of the page of horrors like Daily Kos and
other spleen blogs.
We've created a monster, but I've eradicated many of the foulest through various pressures. I hope this one will also improve, become more thoughtful, and maybe return a level of respectability to journalism.
Maybe it won't take the measures Bo Jackson is taking to reform the news, but then again, I just heard that the BBC once again broke all ethics in actually hiring three proxies to harass the British Conservative candidate. Such terrible things are happening. Let me show you a quote out of Canada a few decades ago:
"In Pierre Trudeau, Canada has finally produced
a Prime Minister worthy of assassination."
And we've met their standards. Doubtlessly you've seen the assassination rhetoric pick up in my country. Malkin and LGF covered the 'Kill Bush' and anti-Zionist merchandise, but they didn't tell you the little buddies of old Kos expressed their wishes to see the President assassinated. Nobody posting found these comments too extreme, and you can be sure Kos (who announced his contempt for the lives of Private Military Contractors) didn't delete the vile. He wouldn't. He's more likely to erase a voice of reason. The most moral person on his board didn't call out the previous poster for being too extreme, he just (un)reasoned that killing the president would make him a martyr. That's right, make him a martyr for that evil cause.
As an afterthought, I should make clear that "ad homonim" means "to the man," which means the counter-argument attacks the person rather than his argument. This isn't acceptable in classical debates, and arguments shaped by such attacks are discredited. In my comment to his article, I narrowly avoid breaching the rules with my sarcastic commentary about his vocabulary.
I hoped that writer would improve, but instead he just quit. He never wrote for the college paper again. From that point on, I've tried being less rough, but a lapsed a few times.
The Finest Print Apr. 28th, 2005
Last night I labored to erect my Fictionpress Moonbat Defense Shield, and I must say, things look great.
Their offenses? For the most part, I had them banned for their hatred of Christianity, and when I say "hatred of Christianity," I don't mean it in the sense that, say, Jerry Faldwell would mean it, I mean they that if they happen to read something about faith, they reply with Rants, Raves, Whines, and Screeds against you.
Besides raving religious bigotry, a hatred of America can be enough to make my list.
Besides the Fictionpress shielding, I
found some other noteworthy news in the world of internet writing,
is moving to squash the songfic! Yesterday they made
an announcement that they'd delete stories with other people's
copywritten song lyrics in them.
So I searched the site, writing "songfic" into the search engine. Gundam Wing had 697 matches, and Harry Potter had 700. Sailor Moon had 318. So, three fondoms alone would lose over a thousand "stories." That blows my mind!
Ghosts May. 4th, 2005
Current Music: U2 and BB King, When Love Comes to Town
I sent a letter to Horowitz today.
Sorry Cheah and the few others I'm dissing, I'll mail you in a few
hours. I asked him for
a little help on something. Here's the letter, all true. Did you guys wonder why I hate New York faculty members so much?
"This is probably a long shot, but does anyone here have a photo of a leftist American History Professor named Ingrid Overacker. To make a long and agonizing story short, she casually labeled me a racist when I attended her class in the Spring of 2004 (she refused to give me a passing grade, big surprise), and I want to get even with her the very same way Mister Horowitz did with Al Franken.
Today I taking American History all over again, but it seems I'm going to pass this time. Norman, Oklahoma is intellectually superior to Watertown, New York, anyway. Here I can argue that men worked harder in 1650 than today, and no one will even think to retort that I made a racist statement. Capitalism isn't frowned upon, either. But while I've moved on, ridiculing her through David's method exorcise that one last ghost..."
understand those like Overacker. Here I am, a mixed-race kid, as if
that should matter, and I'm being treated like some
white supremest because my thoughts don't perfectly mesh with "progressive" thought! People don't work so hard now?
I suppose the only change in the last few hundred years she's noticed is the (slight) shift in racial makeup in this country.
I see a whole industrial revolution, among other social changes. I was talking about work ethic, not race!
Whatever. I'm done with that. I have work to do, and Overacker and company will be erased from my mind, and I'll NEVER speak of this again.
Just broke that problem, but she asked me!
Anyone Out there? May. 5th, 2005
Current Music: Moby, Songs
I'll be extremely busy over the
next thirty hours, but after that (and sweet merciful sleep), I'm
going to resume work on
the news aggrigator. I'm wanting to include a WebMD XML feed, maybe more, in the standard version release. Which discipline
should it be?
Business of Medicine
Cardiac Rhythm Management
Diabetes & Endocrinology
Family Medicine/Primary Care
Neurology & Neurosurgery
Ob/Gyn & Women's Health
Pathology & Lab Medicine
Psychiatry & Mental Health
Public Health & Prevention
Technology & Medicine
No one was out there :-(
Terrorists Don't Have Legal Rights
Current Music: Ambiance from an Elvis movie
There's a little legal president called the 1907 Hague Regulations, that makes an exemption that Gonzales used to repeal the rights of the Afghan prisoners.
The document says, very clearly, this is no secret, five years ago, I assumed everyone knew this, militia combatants must observe the following protocols:
"(a) that of being commanded by a
person responsible for his
(b) that of having a fixed distinctive sign recognizable at a
(c) that of carrying arms openly;
(d) that of conducting their operations in accordance with the laws
and customs of war."
The 1949 Geneva Convention maintained the same rules, and it still hasn't changed.
So, you can shout "dirty NEOCON!" all you want at Alberto Gonzales, but the law is as written, not as interpreted by Ted Kennedy.
Plain-clothed combatants pay the cost for their own actions. Hold THEM accountable.
I pulled it off in such a short time,
with reluctant help from my brother. Funny story about that, he ran
into a debt problem and needed my help.
No personal responsibility, fellas, but I pulled him out of debt, but not before asking for some favors. Check out my super duper device here.
You wonder, "big deal, you have links to news stories," but just come back in an hour. You'll see they're updated. Am I compulsively updating
the page to keep it current? Heck no! That's the beauty of what I've done, I've actually built a page that automatically updates news of
world events, and I completed it ahead of schedule!
I've been kicking around the idea that private gardening is the perfect
safety net. In 1944, after all, privately-tended "victory gardens" accounted
for 40 of America's yield of food.
"But pesticides and fertilizers are corporate A or environmentally B"
or whatever else you can think of to shirk out of it, you lazy hippies.
So I did an experiment.
No tilling, no watering, no pesticides, no fertillizer, not even topsoil, and these strawberries are in no way a special breed, but still they grew, and a new batch arises every week to replace the old. Sure, the yield isn't very high, but the plants only cover a few square feet OF GRAVEL!!!
This post came with photos I'd taken to prove it.
News AggregatorThank you Alan Levine and MetalViscount for streamlining what would have been a busy weekend project down to a few minutes. I'll provide a link to a beta test of my syndicated news page as an example here.
Truth is, I'm not satisfied with the basics, I want to compete with
Googlenews, in time.
That means prettying up the product. The genesis of this little venture was a post made by Michelle Malkin, in which she described her attempts to enter the google news pantheon. Today, that's all conveniently moot, thanks to The Truth Laid Bear's Blogosphere Ecosystem.
Still, the existance of my own aggregation page makes me feel (what would the Sports Center guys say?)...en fuego (on fire).
Current music, Dave Matthews, Typical Situation
I've been out reading and reviewing, and really letting the words fly. Sweet-Anime-Base, who says of herself "I'm not stupid, although sometimes I act like it," got a message that lets her know I concur with the acting part in a review to some hate-speech she posted at Fictionpress.
I should warn you I was harsh, yet rational and somewhat civil. Well, I didn't say anything profane!
Breaking down words equals breaking down an argument, for arguments are based on words.
The belief that race accounts for differences in human character or ability and that a particular race is superior to others.
You, enlightened one, name-called, like most liberal teens, without a thought or care of what a racist even is.
"That is why the churches wanted to kill off the scientists."
Protestants never killed scientists. It just never happened.
"Science is steadfast; God is not."
Fixed or unchanging; steady.
Firmly loyal or constant; unswerving.
Liberals aren't very skilled with language, it seems.
Unless liberals have their own English,
you don't know the history of science very well.
Nutrition is a science, correct? A new diet study contradicts another one published in a peer-review journal almost weekly. In the seventies, scientists warned us of a global cool-down, now its global warming.
In Victorian England, dinosaurs were stupid reptiles, now science tells us different.
In the 1960s, gays were considered underdeveloped, poorly adjusted. After all, gay men preferred man to women, just like little boys. Scientific doctrine changed overnight in the 1970s,
however, with a holy decree that they were just natural. I'm not making this up.
"...An old book written by HUMANS."
Science is an invention of humans. The Four Gospels were peer-reviewed accounts written by four men who were there in person. The Roman presumably had many more written accounts stored in Alexandria, but that library burned afterward. Hundreds of other accounts exist outside of Roman tradition, many in the Coptic Bible, but these didn't live up to the scholarly standards of the Roman Church.
"I'd rather burn in hell and not hate everyone else."
I know liberals don't believe that capitalism has merits, but in this world, following a difficult moral code
(work ethic, frugality) comes with rewards. It isn't a mind-frag to believe the next world has a similar system in place.
Calvinism, I should point out, states that the Book of Life is already written, meaning out fates our predetermined. It is a work of theological Einsteinian Relativity, and is the most theologically sound theory of Christianity.
If you want to attack the cerebral side of the faith, that's what you're after.
The Evangelical movement is less defensible, but generally, it doesn't need to stand up to skeptics because its
"You say Jesus/God conquers over all evil, but if so than why is there this sin?"
There is no logic to your question. Christian theology dictates that sin must exist, because God sets rules that can be broken. Free will put the whole thing in motion, and without it, the game, and therefore the endgame, wouldn't exist.
You also affirm Christians hate whatever deviates from purity, an affirmation that has no basis in the theology.
You really need to learn how to think critically.
If you don't believe in any sort of theology, you must believe Darwinism, which explains that life originated as a solitary single-cell organism that reproduced through an asexual method like budding. Inbreed that. (I knew reading Carl Sagan would come in handy one day!)
"So, as far as I'm concerned, we should all look totally alike, have a way lower IQ, and each have many medical problems."
Inbred offspring aren't clones. You've seen monarchs, yes? They've traditionally intermarried, yet the Windsor family looks healthy to me.
"I'm sorry if I've offended you but it needed to be said."
The name-calling and condescension of your hate-speech indicates you aren't sorry, that you mean to hurt and injure people, and no, this didn't need to be said. Search "Christianity" at Fictionpress. You'll see previous hate-speech just like yours.
"Truly, truly, I say to you, he who hears my word and believes Him
who sent me, has eternal life; he does not come into judgment, but
has passed from death to life." John 5:24
Your affirmation that Christians believe that that Moslems, Jews, and Hindus won't enter Heaven is contradicted by the words of Jesus himself.
Jesus is within the Pantheon of Islam and Hinduism, for Hindus believe Jesus was a reincarnation of Vishnu. And have you ever heard of Messianic Jews? They accept and follow Jesus, too!
"So why must you go around preaching and teaching your discriminatory behavior?"
unfair treatment of a person or group on the basis of prejudice
Many times within your hit piece against Christians, you made it clear you believe in one sin, a sin you state repeated that the group know as Christians are guilty of.
Hypocrisy. Breaking down words equals breaking down an argument, as I said at the top, remember? You are in the sad shape of believing the unfair treatment of a person or group based on prejudice is wrong even as you demonstrate an intolerance for people based on their faith, so you pretend the belief that discrimination is wrong AS you practice it.
So, what is a good definition of "hypocrisy?"
"Insincerity by virtue of pretending to have qualities or beliefs that you do not really have."
By virtue of a sound argument based on the traditions of logic, debate, and refraining
from resorting to a base ad hominem argument, I declare victory.
What is ad hominem?
A makes claim B;
there is something objectionable about A,
therefore claim B is false.
You called Christians intolerant, racist, unscientific, lots of names. Removing these, you didn't have a coherent point to make. I, on the other hand, made verbal jabs while pointing out factual errors, but my points didn't rely on personal insult at all. Ergo,
I have more valid points made, and thus, my counters, evidence, and proofs outweigh
your essay, and you've been bettered.
As a courtesy, I expect either a retraction or a rational rebuttal. We're both adul-
one assumes one has holds the maturity of an adult, while the other actually is,
after all. We can act like civil enlightened folks, true?
I don't know why I bothered with stuff like this.
I bet you left her miffed, but didn't you write another critical review, you religious nut?
Yes! I wrote a review to Mr Wasted at Fictionpress (I should read fanfiction again!), but it was nothing special, Muse.
To "Military Recruiting in High School,"
"Research research research! You place the "blame" (I disagree with your premise that the practice is wrong) on the Department of Justice, but the fiat that allows recruiters on campus was the work of the Justice Department. That little piece of legislation was called the Patriot Act. Heard of it? (I admit I've never read 'No Child Left Behind,' so you may be right in saying its there, too.)
Allow me to summarize by pointing out you did SOME research and thinking here,which rests you a margin above all the girly Gay Rights and Harry Potter rant/essays.
You did far better than this one University of Oklahoma paper I read and reviewed once. It was an even more banalinaccurate piece on Special Forces failures in Iraq. I answered that column with a five-page counter-essay on how dim-witted his geopolitical views were.
He hastily posted an ad hominem attack on my sexuality before quitting in disgrace :-) He hasn't published a column anywhere since!" END QUOTE.
How I loath the girly teen essays! From the get go I hate their essays because
1. They're preoccupied with "gonad politics." I don't base where I lean or who I befirend based on their feelings toward 3 of the population!
2. All their essays are non sequiturs because they never build their conclusions!
3. a priori assumptions are the fad!
4. Sometimes those kids are vindictive! Caveat lector!
Compiled List of Huffington Spoofs
NEWS AND OPINION SINCE MAY 9, 2005- good grief!
No cut; it's just text, people!
As none of you know, our favorite Greek pundit ditz opened her hyped "super blog" on the ninth. The site is a team effort of hundreds of our betters, typing enlightenment for us unwashed inferiors to muse over. Naturally, we vermin developed a few parodies in our jealousy.
MSMs like Slate had fun with it:
Huffing and Puffing Post
A site already exists to refute her site:
Huffington is full of crap
Or you could learn how your betters blog.
Of course, Spartacus had a great Ariana post that I replied to.
I left some great commentary behind:
Concerning motivation, I think a recall Harry Shearer telling Dennis Miller he was being paid for writing his column, though I admit the air conditioner had just kicked in, so I may have heard him wrong. It doesn't matter. If you have 300 celebrities together, you'll almost have a daily post even if they only hire their ghost-writers once a year."
Yes, I'm becoming notorious for leaving winded reviews and
comments behind. And yes, I know it's heinous that I plugged the
news aggregator in that post.
I'm possibly moving, May 18th
For a long time, I've felt confined by the lack of free features here at Livejournal, but I'm also unwilling to fork over the money. As you can see in my provided links, I've long enjoyed working with my own template at Blogger, but now I'm looking into enhancing my account at Greatestjournal.
Will this journal just become one of those archives one runs across online? Maybe. I just may move on to only using this one to keep in touch with the communities and friends, but who can say just yet? I'm not even sure I'm satisfied with Greatest Journal just yet. I may just reject it, find a better place that uses LJ opensource code, or maybe develope my own.
I can't be sure just yet, so keep your digits crossed.
So even Livejournal had a sunset, but I still write at Blogger and Greatestjournal, and plan to return to my origin at Angelfire to open a photo/art/comic weblog. In closing, I have one more post from the origin held back.
Tuesday, 17 May 2005
Yes, The World Is Flat!
Now Playing: The
Police, Ourlandos d'Amour
Topic: Internet Living
In my corespondents with a university professor, I composed this letter:
The role of the Internet is integral
to world-wide trade (globalization), for
globalization is connectivity, and the Internet is a connectivity machine.
as trade lines connect the world's market, fiber optic cables connect
discourse. Just last week, I tried linking my mother into a virtual office space at a Jet Blue job opening in Salt Lake city. They required that she needed to be bilingual, and she didn't believe her Spanish was proficient enough for the job, but it was open. She could do.
She's learning Esperanto through on-line
thoroughly useless language, because no one hires Esperanto-speakers for the
reason of being an Esperanto-speaker. But she demonstrates an aptitude for learning Spanish.
That little vignette is completely true, so is the story of me taking classes at an on-line campus. I here I do well there, and that's fortunate, because I've never
attended a college classroom in the flesh. In fact, I never attended high school in the flesh! I've made earnings from a virtual auction house. You may have heard of it. As a part of my business plan, I exploit the only advantage I can.
My on-line business model relies on my ability and
willingness to undercut the other sellers of
audio CDs. I don't sell forged merchandise, I buy bulks of CDs from yard sells and
pawn shops, places that sell second-hand CDs in poor small-town markets for as little as a dollar, usually around two. Most Ebay and Amazon sellers mark theirs at a minimum of five dollars. Because I have two regular suppliers that sell at two dollars, two that sells at one dollar, and another that sells at $2.95,
I can count on
regularly acquiring CDs I can sell at three dollars, maybe less, and
shipping-and-handling costs a few cents higher than shipping rates, if I need to.
I've gotten away with charging a dollar more, but charging hidden fees is hardly necessary.
Currently, a "hidden boom," as Zenpundit called it, is occurring in what is called the "blogosphere." At blogspot, anyone can setup a weblog in a matter of seconds, and in a few more, accept advertisements that bring in real money.
don't know his real name, but I think he's a professor from the
University of Chicago) says two out of every three businesses are
willing to pay
for advertising on blogs, it doesn't matter if they aren't attracting readers.
The bloggers don't even have
to string coherent sentences together. Most are opinion,
and opinion is cheap, meaning many people are being paid for valueless work.
They aren't creating anything, not even a valued service. The next recession will doubtlessly sink the business suckered into bidding for ad space, but for now, the euphoria of the dotcom days are somewhat back.
In fact, the dotcom days truly aren't over. I paid for college, after all. If I can sell my services as an auctioneer on-line, and my mother can work a Jet Blue, and you can teach on-line, our emigration and wage laws don't mean much anymore.
My closest competitors in the CD auctioning business line in Hong Kong. If they weren't held back by the physical reality of shipping and handling costs, I wouldn't have an edge anymore. A student in Manila could take the Jet Blue job my mother turned down.
The only requirement anchoring a person to the Utah workplace is the need for an Salt Lake City area code, and that can be overcome using the Vonage Internet phone service. Vonage is cheaper than a conventional land line, and one can chose one's area code from a list of servers around the country.
Consider it, with a little
effort, one can trick a caller into thinking they're talking to
someone in the American West, and only one's accent remains as a
giveaway. But wait! A little speech therapy can remove that! I grew
up with a neighbor that planned to see a speech therapist one day,
learn a northern accent, and move to Broadway to become an actress. I
no longer think that's funny, after learning that
Indian tech support employees actually attend such therapy sessions in Bangalore.
It would seem American (and Australian, it turns out) computer users would prefer to seek help from experts born (or at least living) in the USA.
That brings up another aspect of
the Internet's role in globalization: the
ethnocentrism point. In chat rooms, you never no if you're talking to an American or a Canadian... eh? Differences aren't so obvious. While after the presidential elections, I personally tracked IP addresses of disdainful people claiming to be
Canadians, most people had no way of knowing if real Canadians were calling Americans names, of it trolls (infuriating fakers) were messing with their heads.
coming into contact on a flat plane, which challenges our assumptions
about people and regions. Is Iraq the Model really a duo of Iraqi
brothers? As it turns out, yes, he's the real deal, but the anti-war
crowd disbelieved at first, as if TWO
real Iraqis couldn't be found to support the occupation.
A long list of foreign press is available on-line at no charge, and translators like babelfish make them easy to read. The president can directly contact people with the official White House website, and I can write columns accessible from anywhere from Norman, Oklahoma to McMurdo, Antarctica. But I can't say the Internet alters the majority worldwide.
I've probably damaged our country's reputation more than government policy. The British are probably the least polite people on-line. THEY ARE INFURIATING GITS! They aren't fixed in their ways in believing we're an insensitive xenophobic people, and no public acts of international compassion, even our private donation total of a billion dollars for tsunami relief can change their minds.
We're greedy gits, and it will take years to
change their world view. They also think they're wealthier, which I
don't understand. I can change an Australian's mind, or a
Singaporean, and maybe even
a Canadian, but I simply can't change a British mind. Their heads and their arses are forever intertwined :-)
None! The Internet is my own personal experience!
In chapter two I'll bring you up to speed on posts at Blogger and Greatestjournal, and even reflect on my progress. I hope it has been self evident that I've grown, although I sense a few instances were warning signs of maladjustment has manifested in me.
Until I update, goodbye.