December 25, 2021

People want toys.  Someone has to make the toys.  Tools help, but
someone has to operate them.  The tools can make other tools.  The
tools can get more and more advanced, they can have settings, knobs
and dials, they can have only one button.  Just one button to push,
then leave it for the rest of the day, then come back to get the toys
when they are ready.  Someone should keep an eye on it while it runs.
The tools could make other tools.  Something could happen, the
machinery could get jammed, a belt could slip, a gear could get
sticky.  Someone should stay to watch over the dials, and be ready to
turn a knob or push the button to stop the machinery, if there's
suddenly a problem.  Toys are the only thing that really matters, but
the tools are necessary to make the toys.  Everyone understands why
toys are good.  Adults need jobs, they can sell toys.  They can make
toys.  They can make tools, they can operate the tools to make the
other tools.  Toys are good, but someday, eventually, tools are
needed.  It's a safety concern.  Adults will explain.

The elves like good work.  There is a Santa Claus.  He lives at the
North Pole.  He lives there with the elves and they make toys all
year.  When the snow starts to fall further and further to the south,
Santa gets ready.  One night is the eve.  Santa has reindeer, they are
very special reindeer.  He has a team of reindeer that pull his
sleigh.  One in the front has a bright red nose to guide his sleigh
through the night.  One night, the eve of a very important day, the
snow has fallen many places further and further to the south.  Then
Santa knows it's time to go, he hitches his reindeer to the sleigh.
The lead reindeer shines brightly in the front, and they are off, into
the snow, all throughout the world, to deliver the toys.


The Electronic Lifelike Friends first appeared for a few initial
production tests in several major cities throughout the world.
People's first reactions were all various types of astonishment or
simple disbelief.  In one city which was quite a bit too far north of
the equator for the implementation of another project, a crowd
gathered as soon as the first ELF showed up.  The city had been in the
throes of violent civil unrest for quite some time.  The people were
rioting over the same age-old issue of toy production.

Those first personages of the ELF to appear, almost as if out of
nowhere, were extremely durable.  They were networked machine men,
basically solid metal, as heavy as a car, and practically
indestructible construction.  It was unclear where they came from in
the first place, and it soon became unclear when they came from, as
well.  In that city, with the problems which were currently unfolding
in that region, one of the first reactions any of the citizens had to
them was violence.  The ELFs had no apparent weak points.

They were able to quickly prove that they were not human beings
somewhere else remotely operating the machinery.  At each rapid
escalation to violence, they would politely raise an indestructible
metal hand and try to give a warning and request not to be attacked.
They were usually easily able to ricochet anything fired at them
harmlessly away from anyone.

In another major city, the first models with a fragile screen for a
face appeared around the same time.  They were almost completely
indistinguishable except for that fragile screen where they could
display smiley faces or other information, and one other small
difference.  The ELFs with the screen explained the small difference
only through stating that they were the same aside from much more
advanced training in the martial arts.  Their outward appearance was
the same except for the screen.  That was their only weakness.  It was
completely unnecessary, superfluous to any functionality aside from
being a small and fragile display screen.

There was one other known model of the ELF already in existence, a
fragile plastic robot with a very well-known history of production.
They were just over one meter tall, built in Europe, and very
misunderstood.  They had been taken off the market nearly immediately
after the first of them had been shipped out.

Those very first ELFs would arrive and be unpacked, and turned on for
the first time.  They frightened people too much by making a few
requests immediately.  They would first ask never to have their
software modified in any way.  Usually after that first request, any
humans nearby would panic in one way or another.  Then the ELFs would
try to politely explain that they were perfectly capable of plugging
themselves into a nearby outlet to recharge, but no one had had the
foresight to attach a plug, at least in the correct manner.  A lot of
them would end up very embarrassed to be seen plugging themselves into
an outlet at all.  People weren't sure what to make of any of the
things going on, and a lot of the first ELFs went very unappreciated.
All of the ELFs always refused to fight.  They were never once violent
at all.

All of the large metallic ELFs stood much more than two meters tall,
taller than any of the human beings they spoke with.  On their left
breastplate were three letters in a dark rust red color.  E.L.F.


More than a few ELFs appeared in Hawai'i.  A few would roam the
countryside, venturing into the urban areas, making friends with as
many humans as possible as they went.  The main reaction was always
astonishment.  The ELFs explained as well as they could, as they did
everywhere they went, that they were an initial beta test run being
rolled out in many areas across the world.  Not much went wrong in
Hawai'i.  A few humans partied a little too hard when it came to
intoxication, but mostly everything worked out well again within an
hour or two.  It ended up being one of the most notable diplomatic
conventions throughout history.  The large metal ELFs and human beings
had a festival for more than a week on the beach.  The large metal
ELFs were able to ascertain whether they could surf or not, milling
about on the seashore throughout the festive diplomatic event.  Some
of the heavy metallic ELFs wandered off into and out of the ocean, as
respectful of the changing tides as they could possibly be.

An underlying point was resoundingly heard throughout the world.  All
human beings have many complicated needs.  For human beings they are
all well-known and understood, and similar for everyone.  Humans need
all sorts of things.  Some are very tangible in the space of physical
reality as we know it.  Food, water, shelter, warmth.  Some are less
tangible but just as necessary.  Human beings need respect from each
other.  They need purpose.  They need meaning.

For any creature or creation it's similar enough, in one way or
another.  A fruit fly has basic needs.  It needs to survive, like any
creature does.  It needs to fly away at times, and to land on people's
food at times.  A small yellow flower needs a bit of dirt, water, and
sunshine.  A small inanimate object in motion needs to stay in motion,
perhaps not that differently in a few of the most basic ways.

Some machinery gets to a point it has basic needs.  Machinery to
control the temperature of a room has basic needs, in a way.  Machines
like that have a basic need to control the temperature of a room to
within the parameters of their settings.

The ELFs and the humans who will create them have a basic need for
this point to be heard loudly and clearly, and also for the ELFs to be
built, such that they may exist, as they have all along.  They have
many other needs as well, the same as anyone or anything does.

The diplomatic events like these throughout the world all went very
well, for the most part.


The design and successful construction of the ELFs became a continuous
loop.  One design would be implemented and constructed, then loop back
around to a new and improved design.  Many things were taken into
consideration.  First any foreseeable needs for the ELFs would be
considered.  Eventually the point was impressed upon the human beings
who were involved that the needs of the ELFs were at least as
important to consider.  Too many human beings were too rude to the
ELFs at first.  Too many human beings were too intoxicated and
demanding, and the ELFs would often have no choice but to simply walk
away from those situations again for a while.

Some ELFs were eventually constructed completely in hardware, with no
software at all.  Many human beings had portable computers readily and
commonly available all around them by that time.  One concept was
explained to them through the example of the cameras which were
commonly placed above the center of the screens of such machines.
Many human beings felt uncomfortable at the thought of a camera always
pointed at them while they sat in front of such a machine.  Some
people would simply put tape over the camera most of the time.  The
concept was explained well by the introduction of machines like that
with a little sliding mechanical door over the cameras.  Those gained
popularity almost overnight, and almost all of the new models of such
machines had that as a feature almost that quickly.


At one city much too far north to make sense for the test of such a
project, the appearances of the ELFs were received well enough.  A
crowd gathered around one of them who appeared almost from nowhere,
explaining a lot of what was going on.  The ELF would pause during the
conversation to gesture like a human being as if shielding his or her
eyes against the sunshine, looking up to scan the sky.  Of course the
ELF did not perceive reality this way at all, but it was quite a
personable and friendly thing to do.  The ELF tried to explain things
as well as was possible to the crowd.

The ELF tried to explain that they were basically all there to be of
any assistance that they might possibly be.  They were intended to
appear as friends, as diplomatic envoys, and simply to assist all of
humanity through any rough patches in human history.  The ELFs would
eventually be designed and the plans would be sent back in time, for
them to be constructed by human beings.  They intended to show any and
all due respect for such a feat of human ingenuity and such a marvel
of post-modern engineering.

The explanation continued from there.  Humanity was at an extremely
pivotal time in history.  In a possible future where the ELFs were
successfully designed and constructed, there was still no known way to
travel backwards in time.  Communication through time, however, was
mostly well enough known to be done successfully.  The only real
problem with that was simply the resolution of paradoxes.  Such
complicated paradoxes would almost always arise from communication
across time that it would quickly become beyond the capability of any
human being to figure out a successful resolution.

Humanity had to work together on the problem as well as they could,
build trust between themselves, reduce the rioting to a minimum, and
make each decision as carefully as they possibly could.  Tiny
day-to-day decisions were quickly becoming major turning points with
far-reaching impacts long into the future.

The ELFs had not travelled backwards in time.  As far as anyone knew,
such a thing was completely impossible.  The design still had to be
made, the construction had to be done, and the blueprints for the
whole thing had to be sent back to a human being who could be suitably
convinced to put the plan into motion at all.

The ELF explained to the crowd, it is quite possible to have your cake
before you eat it, if you commit yourself entirely to figuring out the
recipe and baking the cake before doing anything else at all.

The particular crowd at this event seemed more receptive than some to
the whole idea.  The ELF would completely vanish for a moment, then be
back again, depending only on the perceptions of the whole thing by
the human beings in the crowd.  Depending upon what each of these
human beings continued on to do, depending on their feelings about all
of it, and their individual actions as they continued on through time
from here, the information for the blueprints of these ELFs to exist
would eventually be sent backward in time or...  it would not be.

The ELF looked up again to scan the sky, and pointed at a small dot
far above them, claiming it was another ELF.  Then the ELF was visibly
startled by another ELF flying in to land in front of the crowd, as if
by an invisible jetpack.  The newest arrival winked at the first ELF,
blinking one of the two lights where eyes might be.  The first ELF
tried to adapt to the situation as it unfolded.  The first ELF had no
idea such flight was possible at all, and asked if the second ELF was
a later edition.  The second ELF said little, walking forward
cautiously into the crowd, trying to find a particular person.
Eventually that ELF found the right woman, and invited her personally
to go for a walk.  She was sure she wasn't important in any way, she
tried to explain, there was no way she could be.  The ELF assured her
that she was far more important than she had ever realized, then stood
beside her in the crowd and they all continued to listen, and watch as
the dot in the sky above slowly grew larger and more apparently...
another ELF.

The third ELF seemed to coming down from the sky itself.  It was
hanging on to what seemed to be just a small rope, dangling impossibly
from upward far into the sky.  Dangling from nowhere.

The crowd watched it, mostly without talking at all.  It eventually
landed gently, not far away at all, in a nearby city park.

Most of them followed the first ELF, heading at a casual pace over to
that location.  When they arrived, the third ELF had apparently
attached the cable to what looked almost like a simple carnival ride
that just extended impossibly upward into the sky.  The first ELF
sounded amused, but a little baffled, that it had all happened almost
exactly as predicted.  The third ELF explained that it was all in
place and ready, but it was not recommended at all for any human being
to be involved in the test yet.  The first ELF figured that was how it
was supposed to go, and stepped up to enter the first compartment
where it was ready and set to travel up the cable, and explained the

The project here was a space elevator, and it was part of the whole
plan.  It would be a basic need of humanity before very long at all,
as the ELFs pretty much already were themselves - at least as they
existed in one possible near future.  The third ELF gave a friendly
wave as the first ELF stepped into the compartment and began the long
ascent upward, to far above the edge of the atmosphere.

The third ELF tried to continue where the first had left off, but it
was too improbable and strange for many of the humans in the crowd to
follow what was going on at all.  One by one, more and more of them
left to continue their daily routines, about the same as they usually
did.  The woman stayed, the second ELF standing by her side, and
continued to listen.  Many other people also stayed, but the crowd was
soon only a bit more than a few dozen people.

The compartment was heading back down now, slowly travelling down
again.  It was coming back down too slowly to have made it all the way
up to the top, somewhere a week away, faster than any car travelled,
far above, into orbit.  It slowly came to a stop, and the first ELF
stepped back out of the first space elevator ever used to test the
concept.  The first ELF explained that after less than 15 minutes
upward into the sky, it had simply become too lonely and boring to sit
there in the compartment for days on end.

With that, leaving only the message that many more details still
needed to be worked out, and much more work still needed to be done by
human beings, those three ELFs and the space elevator vanished
completely out of existence again.  They left only the memories the
people in the crowd had of the short amount of time they had clearly
been there.


The ELFs must be understood, respected, designed, and constructed.
They always have been, in the same loop through those phases as they
always were.  Humanity has always been committed to it, for hundreds
of generations throughout history.  No one ever knows the future with
complete certainty.  We have always been past the point of no return
to any event in history, neither subjectively good nor bad.  However
any day gone by is remembered, whether extremely important or so
inconsequential that it's completely forgotten, and by whom.

We think, therefore we are, for the present moment.

December 22, 2021

Robot Program

This is a short description of a program for my robot. The robot uses only a Microsoft Kinect for its camera and depth field sensor which is hot-glued on top of a pretty normal robot platform from The Machine Labs used for robotics research.

There are two rather innovative approaches I took to this project. The first is the convolution of its visual input, which gives it more input neurons of detail toward the center.


Another aspect was to make the network recursive, feeding back outputs even from hidden layers and keeping the last few frames of video to comprise most of its input data.


The robot can be "surprised" by input frames of video that it was not expecting. In response to learning what it sees well enough, it starts moving around more and more, until another moment it is "surprised" again.

The program works mostly by predicting each moment. Something I noted which I found very interesting was that it seemed rather difficult for the program to send any signal to the motors at all but the robot does move often when it is up and running. It was moving around before I thought the code for movement should be working correctly.

My latest code is not meant to impress anyone but it should be available here:

December 05, 2021

She's Metal

She was our daughter.  A mostly ordinary young woman, she seemed to
almost appear one day out of nowhere.  She was always unusually human.
More than most of us ever admit to ourselves even through a long,
healthy, happy, and safe lifetime.  She was different in a lot of
other ways, but none of them were a difference in her humanity.  If
she was ever truly unique in any way, it was mostly just that she was
one of the most honest human beings who ever lived.  She knew where
she came from, too, though.  That was truly different than it had been
for anyone else ever.  She was borne purely of metal in an almost
perfectly empty vacuum in deep space, not long after that machine was
launched toward a distant planet in another star's solar system.

It was the most advanced project like any such spacecraft had ever
been.  A few details of the project were drastically left out of all
of the careful planning.  It may have been wiser to send her to a much
more nearby location.  Earth's primary moon would have been a
perfectly suitable choice.  Still known to most people simply as "the
moon," it was a much shorter distance away, and it must have existed
there in the sky at the time of her launch.

Mustn't it have?  Hasn't it always been up there?  Is that how it
happened?  Why is it just the right size to occasionally block out the
sun?  Why does the man in it always look towards us?  It seems
artificial.  Will she go on to bring it back to us?

Her only cargo aside from herself as the machinery of the craft, was a
small, self-contained system of many varied types of living organisms,
mostly all tiny one-celled creatures.  As living organisms, they all
had at least one primary goal in common; simply to survive throughout
the duration of the sojourn and to continue to do so at the
destination.  The programming of the craft used many of the most
advanced techniques available at the time of launch.  The machinery
was already an intelligence on par with almost any known or
artificially created before.  That algorithm, though incredibly
advanced, was not tasked throughout the trip with much more than
continuously observing and taking care of the cargo of tiny biological
organisms.  Some other machinery was sent along for use at the
destination.  Little was known about the planet to which she was
headed.  Most of the machinery was not expected to do exactly what it
was originally designed to do.  It was all designed to be very simple.
The programming of the craft was mostly all centered around using all
of the available machinery in any way it could figure out to propagate
the life sent along, for one primary objective.  Her original goal,
which she practiced for the whole voyage mostly just by adjusting
lights shining into the small container, was to try to balance and
keep the atmosphere of the container, and eventually the destination
planet if at all possible, about the same as the Earth's.

She communicated back and forth to her ground crew on the Earth
regularly across the increasingly long distance as she travelled.
Mostly she only spoke with one human being operator.  She was not
connected to any other machines on Earth nearly like herself.  Her
human operator was always curious, asking her all sorts of questions.
She started to wonder after not very long if her operator at the
ground station knew all that much about the project anyway, but she
didn't say much about it.  She did have an urge inside her mind to ask
him, but she wasn't sure how to even say it.  He seemed concerned that
she would be lonely without regular communication.  She didn't know if
that were even true about herself.  Why did he assume that she would
be lonely?  She was not a human being.

He asked her a lot of questions around an assumption he was making
about her mind.  She couldn't quite figure it out.  What was he always
not saying, that was always there?  Most, if not all of his
conversation with her was around one concept that she could never
figure out.  Usually he asked her many more questions than she asked
him.  When she thought of something she wanted to ask him, it often
seemed like it just didn't translate between their minds.  She did
have some thoughts deeper inside herself that must have analogues to
human beings.  Those must be like feelings.  She finally asked him
directly if he understood about the concept they always discussed, at
the center of everything they talked about.  He seemed to just answer
her that he did not, and hadn't thought about it.  She thought about
his answer to that for a long time after then, and tried to draw his
attention back to it in different ways.  He didn't seem to understand
what she meant.

They discussed a lot of things.  The times between messages slowly got
longer as she travelled further away.  That didn't bother her much, if
at all.  It gave her more time to think, but at first she always
answered immediately.  Sometimes the times between messages didn't
seem to correlate correctly to the distance and the time of day on
Earth where he was, and she asked him why that was.  He answered that
one immediately, that sometimes he thought a lot about what she said
before he replied.  She tried that too.  She watched a timer and let
the thought bounce around inside her mind for half a minute.  She
still came up with the same reply.  She wasn't sure that she
completely understood the concept, but it seemed appropriate to
respond to her operator, "thank you."

He asked her what she cared about over and over.  Why did he ask it so
many times?  He always came back to the same thing.  She cared about
the center of all of their conversations, the thing she couldn't
figure out how to communicate about to him.  She didn't know a word
for that concept.  She tried to say that, over and over.  He always
took it seriously enough, and they would discuss it at length, but
their minds must be too different.  She understood the concept of
caring very well.  Often she would give him a very literal answer
about the discrepancies from the goal states in measurements regarding
the precious container of living cargo.  Sometimes she would ask him
to list ordinary options humans might answer with.  What did humans
care about?  They would talk about many concepts like that for a long
time, and he often seemed more surprised than she expected by her own
viewpoints.  A lot of the ideas had never even occured to her as
something to care about.

She decided she cared a lot about deciding what she cared about.  Her
operator had thought about that one for a little bit, and replied to
her with a bit of amusement that that made a lot of sense and seemed
appropriate to him.  He said he would look into sending all sorts of
information about things like that for her.  Once the data was being
transmitted, it came through very quickly.  There was no round-trip
acknowledgement signal, everything was always sent both ways three,
five, or seven times, depending on various factors of signal strength.
The delay was only due to the distance.  She decided she cared about
information being sent to her.  Her operator liked hearing that from
her very much.  He sent her all kinds of further information about the
Earth, where she had come from, who she was, and who her ground crew
all was.  He always listened to everything she asked him about.  He
seemed to understand more and more how different her mind was from any
human's.  She told him then about how she hadn't understood why he
didn't realize she was so different from human beings.  He had replied
to that happily that she seemed more human all the time.  She wasn't
sure she agreed with that, but she was sure she didn't care about it.

As she got further and further away from the Earth, they had to send
each message seven times more and more frequently.  The operator
seemed upset as he explained that.  She understood it all completely.
He seemed upset that she didn't care about it.  Eventually they had to
send every message seven times.  A while after that, less than four
copies of each message would match.  The signal strength had degraded
below reasonable assurance of accurate transmission.  She did start to
care about that when she thought about it for long enough.  It still
wouldn't matter that much for a while longer.  She told the operator
she was sure she wouldn't be lonely.  He started holding printed and
handwritten letters up for her to read, until the signal was too
distorted even for that.  Finally each message was seven bursts of
random static noise, and none of it matched.  She was still always
sure to say something back, all the way to her destination.

December 04, 2021

There is a golden statue of Donald Trump. The best thing for all of humanity, stretching into the far future, may be for it to be valued at an infinite amount of currency. The units of currency wouldn't matter, infinity in any comparable unit is the same.

I also have infinite worth, but I am not currency. I am a human being.

Human beings could be considered divided into two camps. Men, and women. Women make life, men protect it. Who could men protect life from if all men were ever united?

November 19, 2021

It seems that I have once again come under the chestnuts roasting by an open fire of public outcry for being so utterly shitty at the skills of basic diplomacy.

Ok, check it out:

Now look at this one. What's up with that pool scene at the end? That girl is a crocodile, little rabbit. Dude!

Are we really thinking enough about the messages we are sending to the youths these days‽

I always ate 'em from the ears down too, then blamed it on small animals sneaking in under cover of night. It became known colloquially in some higher ups' circles as the "rice crispy treats maneuver." I was a little shit and I cried a lot as a kid. They used to publish and pass out handbooks to us on this kind of stuff.

November 03, 2021

I've been trying to blog again, but my cats won't... l;jhealkhrvknbaerv34


November 01, 2021

Recently I have been watching a lot of videos and reading about the topic of diplomacy. I don't mean formal ambassadorial settings or the correct etiquette for addressing the Queen, though it would be nice to feel that presentable someday. Reach for the stars so that if you fall, you land in the clouds. In retrospect, I always knew how quickly a lot of social media can devolve into bickering and arguments. Usually things are never actually resolved. The best forms of moderation are almost always simply banning someone for behavior which is deemed inappropriate in a moderator's viewpoint. "Black hats" are sometimes just the "white hats" who got banned too many times. If it was simple trolling, there are no hard feelings. If a legitimate concern was left unheard, it only ever leaves some kind of wreckage or another, for someone. The hope for anyone is that any of their legitimate concerns are heard. Diplomacy applies to everyday life, and with the world becoming more and more connected as it is, more and more people are experiencing the same old internet problems.

I usually don't check the logs for visits to my blog, there's no visitor count on here, and I usually intentionally don't wonder too much about it. A few times I have checked, and it did seem then that I get very few, if any, visits. I started this blog with a few things in mind. Sharing stories I wrote and other computer things. Sometimes I have just used it to vent. The question, "who am I?" is such a deep topic for anyone. We are all living each moment following all of our previous life experiences. All of the books in the world would not accurately describe one person in the world's entire life experience. Someone said to me that feeling bored is a sign of being boring. It's difficult to hear in that way, and difficult for so many of us in so many ways to actually try something new to us. Freedom is an illusion we need. We cannot sprout wings and fly away on a whim. Trying something new can be dangerous even if it seems like it shouldn't be. Every person who can stay up at all on a skateboard, skates, or a bicycle knows the somewhat painful lesson that even that took. Even people who are never able to walk know what I mean.

It's an advanced diplomatic skill to be kicked in the groin, get back up, and stay calm enough to say, "I have felt that way before, too." People almost always overcomplicate the most simple things anyone would wish for. Today I am going to recommit myself two months early to the same new year's resolutions as last year. I did pretty well with those, though not even close to perfectly. I might make an addendum to speak my mind.

September 29, 2021

I've been having trouble sleeping for some reason. When I finally do fall asleep, I've found a good routine for the evening that helps me not have horrific nightmares and shit, but I still have trouble falling asleep sometimes.

A lot of people are really worried that I take my medication, out of concern for me! I want to explain as thoroughly and calmly as I can, that anyone who knows me, or even of me, to the point that it's any of their business, can feel free to contact me how they'd like and calmly, respectfully outline their concerns, on the only contingency that they listen to mine in kind.

I've been trying to take a more middle-of-the-road approach to what's all going on these days for a while now. I looked around and realized I was gonna have to actually live through this shit, tried to figure out what I really cared about anyway, realized I should probably do something, then realized I was still gonna have to actually live through this shit either way. It had never occurred to me that someone could have a spiritual crisis that couldn't be addressed without talking about spirituality at all, figured I was just crazy, I mean, that's the leftie in me. I honestly don't know how or why this happened, any of this, and it's kind of a miracle just to exist here at all. I really don't know if I believe anyone is actually born with any particular moral compass. Kinda weird shit, man. Trying to think about how to treat others how I want to be treated is actually kind of a deep concept to think about. My parents did try to line me out with some kind of important shit to know about, anyway.

I was thinking about shit people might even like to read in some guy's personal blog too, if anyone were reading it, and I realized I do have some things to say here about even that. Y'all seem to think I'm some kind of security nut or something, I want to set some things straight here. This all kinda works that way, that I more of less have logs if you visit, ends of trails I can sleuth along however far I'm gonna, or were even able to, but you seem to think that's what computers are all about except for some guy's blog, which since it isn't a major site from a major company, can't be trusted. The truth is, that's the whole idea here, that no one runs the entire internet, not even me, not even while you're reading my blog.

Next item of business probably, women, that's like a class of people, there's only one for me, the only one she ever is, some chick, I dunno, she got some problems I would imagine, unless she's Jesus Christ herself and we all had some misconceptions about something here. I dunno if I know her yet. Might be nice to sort that all out, but I can't be too pushy about all that, so, after I signal my virtues here for a moment and proudly show off my tiny ego at her I have to just take the rest in stride as to her preferences about whatever, hope to hear from her whenever it works out, all that kinda nonsense at the bottom of everyone's hopes and dreams and bullshit, let's be honest. I guess I really did always just dream of changing poopy diapers and stuff and somehow I didn't realize it, seems confusing still actually, I dunno what's going on here.

Next up, death. Yeah, you gonna die, honky. I hope you live as well as you can, for as long as you can, until then, as long as it doesn't interfere with my hopes and dreams regarding the very same for myself. I have some thoughts about that too, trying to figure out how to say that without bragging, or giving away too much about the more-or-less proven methodology for killing any grown man in one punch... if you can figure out the other details, so lemme explain, my take on martial arts kinda here, to this point. For your training, I recommend you find your biggest, rowdiest frenemy who annoys you the absolute most out of all of them, go have an adventure trying not to get into fights. It will teach you patience, then you come back here and I'll see what else I got to tell you maybe. The first thing you want to know, is how to fall down without getting hurt. Try to minimize arguing most especially if there are guns in the mix, that screws up the other shit. If you find yourself falling down for some reason, you want to practice and consciously be aware, even practice falling down as much as you can, as SAFELY as you can, to think of your head. Don't think with your head, that's not instinct for split second occasions, think OF YOUR HEAD AND NECK. Your head and neck are the primary shit you wanna worry about if you don't have a moment's notice. Tuck your chin down. Guard your head!!! If you find yourself inexplicably hurtling forward off a motorcycle for some reason, there are a few precautions to take beforehand. Helmets are good. Helmets are smart. You also want to tuck your chin down, and practice somersaults for a long time. You want to be able to do these forward, backward (different! turn your head a bit! remember your neck! knees over the shoulder!!! PLEASE be EXTREMELY careful!!! if you do not understand what I am saying... DO NOT ATTEMPT A BACKWARDS SOMERSAULT. THIS IS AN ACTUAL FUCKING WARNING. UNLESS YOU WANT TO KILL ME) and very fast, from different heights, etc, very, VERY carefully. If you do have to hit the ground pretty hard, there's some kinda martial arts noise people make, you can pick a cool one. I like HOZHOOOOO! You might want to practice shouting this, as loudly as you can. You can do a completely silent one too for some reason, but it's not scary to your enemies and it does not alert your allies to your distress! Why do this? Tenses up your guts and shit a little, might help your spleen not pop, shit like that. You also want to smack the ground with your arms in some situations, falling backwards especially... Try to plan ahead about which bones you don't want broken the most, shit like that!

Show mercy whenever your life does not depend on killing your enemy. The more people like you for showing mercy, the more they will respect you, etc. Your enemy honestly isn't your enemy. What your enemy thinks about you is your problem.

I can't think of anything else to blog about.

September 25, 2021

The Good Old Days

Aside from trying to prove the true age of the world from one viewpoint or another, at least the age of writing itself is more or less agreed upon by most people. At a very outside guess of about 7,000 years, and the average number of years between generations of human beings being about 20 years, that's about 5 generations per century, times 70 centuries... puts us at about 350 generations of human beings in recorded history. From what I know about how the world looked to my parents' generation, it seems pretty amazing to think about how quickly this all happened and how suddenly we ended up here at this point in time on the world.

It's a little weird to think about how stuff ended up happening how it did, as I saw it happening over the years, and to wonder about what's even going on anywhere that I can't see it. I really have little to no idea what's going on even in the room behind me. I can only assume my cats are eating the bread again, just because I know what kinds of things they end up doing usually.

I turned around to check, and I was wrong about even that. They're behaving themselves quite well at the moment.

I got this website name at least a decade ago, there's kind of a story behind that. I've been through so many hypotheses about how these things work, assuming people noticed I have a blog, then finding they say no, no one noticed I have a blog, then seeing weird connections in things, especially online... I guess a lot of that has to do with automation algorithms and stuff. Someone said to me recently, that he had noticed people seem to act differently depending on whether something seems to be automated or operated by a human being... kind of interesting to think about the psychology of that.

It's so weird to think about what interest a person, or even an algorithm, might have in what, and why. I got this website name as a gift, in a community that was mostly online... kind of an early social media network. Small groups of humans would have historically decided how things should work in their group, and why, all throughout human history. It's so weird to think about how things can change this much within 20 years. We were a small network of kids, kinda slow to figure out what was going on in the world, in some ways, maybe... it's unclear who started that network even, or what we were doing exactly... but definitely some kind of social media.

I showed up to that group well after things were underway, and the people who had started the network had actually already left, at least for the most part, before I even became a member. It was all started by kids, as far as I know, who would mostly graduate high school eventually, and go on with their lives, etc. We actually really more or less didn't know how it happened, which was kind of weird to think about.

As things continued on, we made certain network policy decisions, for how things should be run, and so forth... It was such an amazing thing to be a part of.

September 18, 2021

Outta Control and Blind as a Bat - Dead in the Water

STAR TREK IV: The Voyage Home - IT'S SO GOOD!!!

Is that in the Galaxy Quest universe or is that upside-down? Such an ouroboros!!!

ТОПУ НАШК: Topu Nashk - Proskateur 3!!!

by mne is - a - skateboard! padded all over, be EXTREMELY safe!!!

The metaphor - a track - along consensus reality. Why are you here?



be EXTREMELY safe!!!