Sunday, November 30, 2003

Nanowrimo.org

I came, I brain stormed, I wrote

Today, the 30th of November, in the year of our lord 2003 anno domino, I completed my 50,000th word for the Nanowrimo.org contest/challenge. I did it in near marathon capability, as I finally made a sort of breakthrough. Last Monday I was still pedaling around, a little over 20,000 words behind, and only a week left. I then found the capability to start cranking out 3000 words a day, and finally tonight, from around 10:30pm till 8:00am I cranked out 6,500 words of pure mayhem.


Even more odd, is that my writing did improve as I went along. The first few chapters as I now look back are weak, yes. The first few chapters averaged at maybe 1,800 words a chapter. The final chapters, at a whopping 4,000 words a chapter (including the combined 11+12 at a mega 9,852 words). I learned to work my characters, how to come up with names, how to identify with them, how to describe and I have started to learn how to balance description with dialogue.

And yet, I'm still not done. Oh, I've finished the 50,082 words, passing the mark that was challenged. I now plan on taking a week off, letting my arm heal and my brain fill backup. I do not know if I'll ever sell this novel, but I will try to at least finish it. I will also leave the first 14 chapters online, and even update them as I edit to give you the reader a taste of the book. If by chance I sell it, we shall see what happens, and hope I can retain or have some say in the electronic rights.

But now, have fun reading the novella, and remember, after chapter 8 it does pick up a bit and get better.

You can read Thunderhead to the Storm's first 14 chapters here

Thursday, October 23, 2003

Nano Nano who?

Never let it be said, that the what one person thinks of, another person can also. In from a more memorable saying, "Great Minds Think Alike". Near the beginning of this blogging expierence, I told you the reader, that the may emphasis of this site would really be about learning how, and to write. Even if it's a short story, or an article about Elephant kidneys, it was all about writing everyday in order to train myself to write. Going back over what I have done, you could say that I've failed in the exact regard, though succeded in several key intentions. Still though, I need to write. So of course I'm zipping along on a wierd tangent and come across something that might just give me the kick in the pants to do what I trully want to do, and that's write.

It appears that a like minded group of people for the last five years has been challenging people to write, just for the sake of writing, and do what they keep saying that would do someday, just right now. Over at NaNoWriMo they are challenging people, to write 50,000 words in 30 days. In essence, if you enter the challenge, you have only from November 1st, at 12:00:01am till November 30th, at 11:59:59pm to write 50,000 words. The catch is, all you win is the satisfaction you wrote 50,000 words in 30 days and your name on their winner's list. On the upside, they don't edit or read your works, so it doesn't have to be perfect or magnificent or even sane; it just has to be 50,000 words. You could of course right the word triangle 50,000 times and win your name on the board, but what's that all about anyways? Up to this point, something like 3,000 people have won that same right in the last 4 years. So it's not about being special, it's all about doing something you said you were going to do.

Thus I, your blogger in resident, have decided to enter this challenge. I will write 50,000 in 30 days; that's 1,667 words a day. I will do so with hopefully a consistent story line, characters and such, and I will finish a novella. The catch is, while others have had nearly a year to plan a storyboard, characters, etc... I have just about 8 days at this point to collect together something from the scraps I've been writing over the last 12 years.

To recap: I'm entering a contest, with no prize another then self satisfaction, to write 50,000 words of some story in 30 days. I'm doing this on 8 days notice. I'm insane. And I'm going to go down in flames but having fun at the same time. The good news is of course my new night shift of doom, which gives me lots of freetime while restricting what I can and cannot do, thus allowing me hours of time to write something.

So do you dare to try also? Cheers

Thursday, October 16, 2003

Psychic Movie Reviewer 2003-10-16

One of the unfortunate side effects of the new hours and lapsing from my blogging, was that I missed two whole opening weekends, with enough movies to make me cheer, and equally enough to make me retch. As such, I'm just going to go over a few highlights.

First off, repeat after me... "You were right, and I was wrong". Although "The Fighting Temptations" appeared to be an aggresive opener, it quickly fell to the wayside, not even meeting the movie's budget in sales after three weeks. So I guess Friday night was an aberation, eh? Underworld still preformed admirably, making nearly double it's budget. Unfortunately, because the movie company wasn't allowed to aggressivly promote the film due to a lawsuit, it didn't quite reach buster status. Still though, expect at least one sequel. The three oscar quality films continue to keep pace, making money and showing audiences that they really are good. Unfortunately, due to current ban on Screener tapes, their chances of oscar(s) have just gotten slimmer

Meanwhile the Rock, continues to rock with "The Rundown", although I'm still betting it's score is all because of the villian that everyone loves to quote, and see dance (Christopher Walken). On the other hand, that computer game based piece of excretion, should be intombed in the "House of the Dead". Mind you, I love the computer game. I still plop quarters into it evertime I go to my favorite movie house, and usually wear my arm out, but this movie just bites. Speaking of bitting, "Intolerable Cruelty" is doing decently well for a movie I rated as poor, probably all because of the two sexy symbol stars, Zeta and Jones. I perdict a sharp drop off after this weekend. Meanwhile Denzel appears to have shrugged off of being the Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland for Halloween, as his movie "Out of Time" continues to plod along like a good little film.

Now Sparky, pay attention to that number 3 spot as it appears that "Good Boy" is living up to it's name and being a good treat for dog lovers and kids of whatever age. On the opposite hand, the movie for the adult kids just doesn't seem to want to roll over as Jack Black's "School of Rock" continues to allude my own predictions of failure.

Last but not least is the hands down winner for this last weekend, as "Kill Bill Vol. 1" soars past the competition. Unfortuantely, it would have done better had it not chopped itself in half and made us wait for Vol. 2. Some movies can "hack" having a two parter, some movies just can't get the bill. I guess that's all for this week, stay tuned friday for a look at a Legal-Thriller, a Horror, and two Oscars. Cheers



Top Ten MOVIEsWKGYTD
1. Kill Bill Vol. 1$22.1M$22.1M
2. School of Rock$15.5M$39.7M
3. Good Boy$13.1M$13.1M
4. Intolerable Cruelty$12.5M$12.4M
5. Out of Time$8.6M$28.7M
6. House of the Dead$5.7M$5.7M
7. The Rundown$5.2M$40.3M
8. Under the Tuscan Sun$4.9M$28.3M
9. Secondhand Lions$3.3M$35.4M
10. Lost in Translation$2.8M$18.1M
11. Underworld$2.3M$48.8M
12. The Fighting Temptations$1.9M$27.2M

Wednesday, October 15, 2003

24 hours in a day

One O'clock and all's well! It's one am my time and for the first time in two weeks, I'm back to blogging again. Before I head off into the ponderance of life at one AM, let me at first at least try to apologize for the unremarked absence. Basically, shortly after my last post, I learned that TPTB (The Powers That Be) at my new job, had finally figured out where they were going to assign me, and the four others of my training class. It was a true red letter day, as we all could finally stop agonizing about what was to happen, and instead start the process of integrating into what we would make happen. I personally was quite baffled, as TPTB threw me a curve and assigned me to one of the hardest teams. Still though, I was happy. Then two days later I went from baffled to down right perplexed.

No, I wasn't let go, fired, put out, etc... Instead, after some last minute haggling, TPTB changed their mind and instead assigned me to a general team, on a 9 by 6 schedule. 9pm to 6am that is; Tues through Saturday. Let's set the record straight, I'm not a night owl. Yes I am a computer level techno weenie, but unlike my flatmate, and his friends, I'm not a night owl. For some reason, I've always liked the daytime, I just wish it started two hours later then it did. The closest I came to being a night owl was in college, where I sometimes stayed up for three days at a time. I've also previously worked a 12pm to 9pm shift before, still, I always was asleep by 2 or 3am, and then up inside of 6 hours.

Thus later, on the next weekend, I bit the bullet and began to adjust my sleep schedule, so that I wouldn't fall asleep at work. Now it is two weeks later and I'm pretty close to adjusted. Since Friday September 26th, I have yet to go to sleep before 7am, and by now, my body appears to have adjusted to sleeping from 8am-ish to 3pm-ish. On the downside, I was so preoccupied with becoming a vampire, that I cleanly forgot to make time for the blog. As such, I apologize.

On the upside, the new hours are so freakishly devoid of humanity, I will almost certainly be blogging more just to keep up my conversation skills. Cheers

Friday, May 09, 2003

Psychic Movie Reviewer 2003-05-09

This weekend in movies, is like an eye of the hurricane. Caught dead square against two juggernaut "Summer Blockbusters", few movies dare to open this weekend, except one. In wide release we have in this corner, "Daddy Day Care". Rated PG, and classed as Comedy, "Daddy Day Care" is an Eddie Murphy film about a man who loses his professional job, feels out of sorts as his wife provides for the family, then decides to open up a neighborhood daycare in what he thinks will be a creampuff like job. Unfortunately, taking care of kids is nothing creampuff like, and neither is this movie.

Offhand without having seen the movie, and going by the trailers, this movie while certainly better then "The Adventures of Pluto Nash" will mostly likely fall short of Murphy's early more well like films. Of course this appears to be a trend with the aging comic, who seems to be devolving into a second childhood, with more and more movies pandering to a gross-out gag me with a spoon plot and acting. Almost makes one wonder if he's trully trying to follow in the footsteps of Jerry Lewis. Will it make money though is entirely questionable, and the answer? Yes. The movie is low budget enough that it'll spin out enough dollars to break even. Though please, for the love of god, stay away from any sequels.

RTI: 31%

Thursday, May 01, 2003

Surgery is a Powerful Word, Part 2

In only a few hours I will be going under the knife. A specialist in oral surgery and dental medicine will be cutting into the gumline just above my canine, in order to cut out a small cyst hanging onto the root of the tooth. Before you eep though let me explain a few things. Cysts are actually not very uncommon around teeth. Frequently they are caused by blood being cutoff from the tooth, and causing some organic decay. Root Canals are the usual treatment of such Cysts, and as evident by how common the procedure is, quite easy to fix.

In my case, the tooth in question has already had a root canal. Normally then, the dentist, would just retreat the tooth (do another root canal) and fix the problem. Unfortunately, because it was a canine, I had a post put inside the tooth during the last root canal, in order to stabilize it and keep from losing the tooth. Here's where the problem set in. Although a post can be removed and a root canal performed, my canine has been deemed to integrated into the post to risk removing it (it'd probably destroy the tooth). Instead the doctor will go in above the tooth, and perform a kind of reverse root canal. The procedure itself should take about 20-40 minutes, and isn't considered dangerous. However, in order to do it, the dentist will still have to cut into live flesh, and then stitch it close again, ie, it becomes Surgery.

For the non-layman, Surgery is a bogey-man kind of word. The average person does not cut into themselves deep enough to draw blood daily, nor does the average person tie flesh back together after-wards. Although Surgery is so common place these days, with all the corrective procedures available, and the wonderful world of plastic surgery to alter one's appearance, Surgery itself still holds a residual charge of emotion.

Most of this emotion stems from the association people have between surgery and pain. Coupled with the fact that people dread anything to do with changing their body, and that until this last century, surgery had a very high rate of death, and you've created a very highly perceived source of danger. On the other hand, a lot of it is just perceived notions of association.

Why is association so powerful? The human mind is a very powerful tool, most of revolving around memory. Association is a big tool that memory uses in order to link similar things together in order for a person to complete thoughts and ideas. Thus in order to assure that a person, doesn't devolve in repetition, association between thoughts takes place at a more base level motivator. Take for example a dog. Common four legged animal, it generally like to explore and be active. When it comes across another dog that is larger and more angry then it, one usually leaves with a couple of scratches vowing never to return. Ie, to the Dog, pain = Big Dog = don't go near that area or dog again. In humans, its roughly the same way, the more real pain is, the more a person wants to avoid it, ie Surgery. Oddly enough, because the mind can be so screwed up, sometimes this doesn't always prove out. Course it more often then not does, as evident by drug addiction and the like.

The end result? Although Surgery is a powerful emotion motivator, you have to realize that it's not all that bad. Frequently surgery is a needful tool to make sure you don't have a longer pain from something you refuse to treat. That is, get done with the sharper pain immediate, and spare the longer more nerve racking pain from occurring.

Yes, I Really Want my Work Interuppted

Have you heard the old adage, "Give them an inch, and they'll take a mile?" Well, according to AdAge, "Online advertising software vendor Unicast is introducing a new kind of Internet ad that doesn't just pop up over a portion of the browser but rather fills the entire screen of the computer user." An Ad that takes up the whole screen of your computer, for at least 15 seconds, when you click on a link between parts of a story? Can AD's get anymore intrusive?

What can I recall that is wrong about this type of ad, let me recount the ways.

First off, haven't these people been watching the huge customer service backlash on AOL over pop-up ADS?. [Unicast promotional materials suggest the new format will enable advertisers to reach their audiences "with the same impact" as TV.] Um, dude, ever wonder why Tivo's, fast forward buttons on VCR's, skip buttons on DVD's, etc, became so popular? In general, ads on Television are considered a nuisance, and most people have a tendency to channel surf past these commercials, or frankly use them for snack or bathroom breaks. Numbers wise, ads on television are barely break even propositions except that good research can properly target a correct audience and catch a fraction of their attentions. The web however is less homogenized and thus loses some of that target capability.

Besides a person's computer is theirs to control, not yours. Unlike with television, you do not have inherent control over the channel content. A computer desktop is made of a couple of dozen different channels, only one of which you might control at any given time, to control more means your are monopolizing a device, that is designed not to be monopolized. You should not be able to block someone from being able to do anything but look at your ad, even if it is just for 15 seconds. If you want to do that, direct your capability to something like an XBox.

Now if you want some good proof that what your suggesting is a really bad idea, go research college computer culture at MIT and NCSU from a decade ago. Both places had in place (and there are probably others), a rudimentary instant messaging program called Zephyrs. Zephyrs were the basis for AOL's IM, ICQ, and all the other IM programs on the market now. Zephyrs were an in-house computer to computer instant messenger. They did not save, nor store messages. You had to be logged in to use them, and they were easily direct-able by email address directions.

However, Zephyrs, unlike later IM programs, were an open ended GUI system based on Unix gui(s). As such, when a message came through, all it did was open a new window, and put the pre-formatted message in it, and put it up on a person's desktop. The problem was, that new users quickly figured out, that by either upping the font, or filling the message with lots of text, could make the window you receive so large, it'd block your entire screen and interrupt whatever you were doing. Intrusive, yes, very much so. These early screen cobbling messages quickly became known as Zephyr Bombs, or Zephyr Nukes, because as long as you had Zephyr program running, anyone who knew where you were, could interrupt your work.

Admittedly, these weren't ads, but instead were deliberate attacks on people through a less then option-able client. The point however is similar enough. People will not like having their screen taken over. Initially people won't care about it of course, but given time, such a drastic intrusion will have deterious effects on website advertisement as many seek out un-aded sites, or at the very least, smarter, less intrusive AD sites.

One further note for the brains behind this. Although you've already set it up so that the ad doesn't run until its fully loaded, think about modem users downloading 300k every time the click a new link. You are eating their bandwidth up as well, and causing them to lose time that they might just use to actually want to read about your product. Also note, that even if it doesn't run, by the current implementation your suggesting, it's still going to pause the link access, until its closed, so it's going to be longer then 15 seconds until a person can access that next link that your ad is locked to.

Wednesday, April 23, 2003

[TB] Surgery is a Powerful Word

To someone not in the health care industry, Surgery is a kind of bogeyman word. Any mention of it, conjurs up all sorts of nasty preconceptions about whats going to happen. And frequently, what is just a minor procedure can completely be blown out of the water, by misconcieved notions and rumor.

Yesterday I had an appointment with a Dental specialist over a possible problem with a tooth that's being involved in a bridge. My normal dentist was worried about what an X-ray might or might not have shown and wanted me to visit the other, before proceeding on sealing up the bridge work, again. The specialist proceeded to check me out and pronounced that tooth fine. However he had found the problem that was causing the blip on the X-ray. It seems, that the fron tooth of the bridge had developed a small cyst at the root, and was causing some gum distortions.

Since the tooth in question had previously been root canalled, the normal procedure would to just retreat it with another root canal, clean out the cyst and use anti-biotics. In this case however, the tooth in question was fragile, and had a post inserted to shore it up. Because it was so fragile, the specialist deemed it ill advised to remove the post, which might destroy the tooth. Instead he advised a "minor surgical" procedure, where he'd cut into the gum's above the tooth, a do a kind of reverse root canal from the roots of the tooth on down, and then stitch the gumline back close.

The procedure itself is relatively straight forward, and will most likely be even less painfull then a root canal. However, since I'm not in the medicial profession, Surgery has always been something to dread and avoid. Admittedly I'm also ferverent about my teeth with all the problems I have with them, and thus have allready scheduled an apointment for the procedure, but the very thought of Surgery brought up this bogeyman spector.

Since it's late however, and it has been a long day, I'll leave you with this and touch back on the subject Friday. Why, are we, as a human race anthamine to the notion that cutting into the body in order to correct something that could otherwise not be reached or treated?

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

[TB] Planetside: Go, Go, Go....

My eyes fluttered open to darkness. A constant thruming permeated the cabin, vibrating the deck behind my back. 'Had I fallen asleep?' I thought, 'Was I just dreaming?' A snore to the right broke into my silence. Turning my head I saw another soldier, cradling a Cycler machine gun. Looking beyond him I saw the third guy in our compartment. Then it all came flooding back to me. My platoon and I had departed from Sanctuary in a Dropship, on a long haul through the night to a continent bordering the New Conglomerate. We were on our way to battle, and all we could do was sleep while we had the chance.

How long I had been out was a mystery. It had probably only been minutes, but even those few minutes had been precious jewels to treasure. Allready I was beginning to miss them. Sleep on the hand, wasn't to be forthcoming. Instead the Squad Commander's voice broke through the constant hum, banishing any further thoughts os sleep.

"Allright people, stop sleeping and listen up," came the command from the comm speakers.

I nudged the soldier snoring to the right of me. His snores abruptly stopped with a suck and a cough. Straightening in his seat, he briefly glared at me for daring to wake him. However, just as he was about to spew forth some hot retort, he abruptly swallowed it back as the Commander's voice continued.

"We're coming up on Dagnor, on the continent of Easmir," intoned the Commander.

"There are reports that the New Conglomerate and Vanu Sovereignty have reached a compromise here. This is allowing them to divert troops to other areas, putting pressure on some of our bases close to Sanctuary. Our job is to disrupt this by taking Dagnor and opening a whole for future forces to pour into the area," the Commander paused.

"This is likely to be a hot drop, so I want all of you to check your equipment and get yourselves ready...

"Johnson,"
asked the Commander, subtly changing track, "You and Haussin will advance to the vehicle pad, hack it and get us an AMS unit. Turner, soon as we are in, I need you to hack the outboard med and equipment term. The rest, make your way to the Command Center and take it...

"Once we've got the base hacked, we'll set up some patrols. Now all we have to do is hold the base at least 15 minutes. After that and reinforcements will begin to arrive. I don't want any funny business so you all stick to the plan and keep an eye out for each other...

"One last thing,"
paused the Commander, "We've done this before, and we'll do this again. None of us our raw recruits, and I expect you all to do the job. These idiots don't know what real war is, and it's up to us, the Terran Repbulic to show them. 2 minutes to drop..." and the comm clicked off.

I grimaced to myself in the dark cabin, and swung my Cycler around. Quickly I checked my gear, priming a concussion grenade in my quick snatch spot, as I went over the orders in my head. Finally I was done and looked up, in time to meet the snoring soldier's grin. I signaled a quick reply with a single thumbs up, then settled myself back into chair, bracing for ejection, just in time for the Commander to speak again.

"Well sweethearts, I hope you had a nice nap, cause it's now time to go to work, and this will be a hot drop. On my mark, I'll see you on the ground."

I grinned, my energy levels spiking with anticipation. The dark cabin subtly changed in hue as the side panels of the dropship slipped aside. The time was at hand.

"On my mark, prepare to drop...

"Go, go, go!"

Monday, April 21, 2003

[TB] Sex, Politics, and Religion

At formal dinning events, it is always advised that one avoid three heated topics; Sex, Politics, and Religion. The numero uno reason why, is that these three topics have the most disparging, and dangerous opinions in the world today. If you want to get a heated arguement going, you just have to mention an opinion on one of these, and the night could end in a fist fight. Thus of course, I've decided to write about one of these topics here.

However, before you go flying off at the handle, let me expound a little. This past weekend I visited my parents and sister. While talking about web coding I ventured to show them this webpage. Of course my sister, being the way she is, wondered if I had written anything about the current conflict. Being the way I am, I had not. Invariably, this lead to a discussion on politics in general, why I haven't discussed them and why I might. The answer as it were, might just astound you.

The truth of the matter is that I had begun to write a political discourse on friday. I even had a page set-up for further political editorials. The only real reason I hadn't posted one, was that I had felt that what I had written was so much crap, that I deleted it entirely twice before giving up for the day. As a side note if you will, you might notice that on Friday's I've been writing just reviews on entertainment, this is entirely because by Friday, the whole weeks worth of stress has effectively made my brain taffioca. You might also notice that Monday's articles are always such higher quality then the rest of the week and thus you might presume why.

Politics by their very nature, are actually broad enough to cover the other two topics entirely, as politics are really about one's opinions and beliefs on virtually everything. Thus to attempt to avoid discussions about politics, would be rather pointless as anything you'd write, would reflect your politics in some way. What I'm really doing is avoiding those extremely heated and pointed discussions about current events. I am still voicing my opinion in these blogs, and thus my politics, but I am also doing so only tangently.

As it were, I prefer to write about these things borderly, mostly due to my own personal politics. You see, in life, I am what you'd call a Moderate, or Independent. I have not, and probably will not ever give allegiance to either of the two dominant political parties. I do hold several opinions to be the same as both mind you, but my own personaly beliefs keep me aligning with one side or the other permenantly. Instead I continue to question both sides, as well as my own, and in the process hopefully maintaining some balance and sense of abjact opinion.

The problem arises, is that by not joining one party or the other, when it comes down to it, I really have no say so in the creation of policy. As a moderate I only have the say so in accepting the proposals or not. The upside is, that my vote is more powerful because of this. Yes, my vote is more powerful as a Moderate, then as a Republican or Democrat, believe it.

Simply put, Yes Virigina, every vote does count. Like every drop of water in the river, take away a vote, and it loses its meaning in the flow, add it, and that one little drop will help to shape the course of even the mightest river. Every vote does count, but when you are talking about two balanced sides, a third side can count for a heck of a lot. Lets put it another way. Currently the United States of America is divided into two significantly distinct parties, the Republicans, and the Democrats. Unfortunately, the number of registered voters, only makes up roughly 40% for each party, that is 40% of votes are Republican, and 40% are Democrat, making up 80% of votes. Of the other 20%, Thrid parties make up about 2%, with the other 18% being Moderates. Thus when an election comes along, its almost automatically guaranteed that each party will win 40% of the vote. The other 18% however is what they fight over. Thus even though Moderates don't make up a majority of votes, their votes tend to count just a tad more since they become the fulcrum by which votes can be turned.

Or putting it another way: I could be called a Liberal Conservative, or a Conservative Liberal, but the truth of the matter is, I'm a Strong Moderate. In everything I write, I voice an opinion, on ethics, on privacy, on law, and civil rights. I have since day one been writing about polictics, just like at a formal dinner party, I've been doing it by sneaking it in through the backdoor of discussion. I have also not been conscience of the process, but instead have been just being me. Eventually I will discuss specific topics on politics, but like Sex and Religion, I will wait till the lightning strikes and I'm more informed and eloquent on the topic, so that I might not deprive you of the fun of a heated arguement.

Wednesday, April 16, 2003

[TB] Aye Captain, the wind is taking us West!

Tis Wednesday and time is running short. I have practice this evening and thus little time to do anything but work, eat, and sleep. Yet, here I am typing away once more. At the moment, this all seems a little pointless. After a morning of catching up on some blogs that I like to read, checking up on all the news, editorials, comics and what not, I've come to the startling conclusion. This blog has no Direction! Whatever shall I do?

Yes, I freely admit it. This blog has no set Direction. In the week it has been alive, I have yet to take control of the rudder and steer this webpage into a definitive direction. Which of course begs the question, why haven't I? The answer: I'm not quite sure. It's true I have yet to set a purpose for this website. It's also true that my topics have jumped rather widely, from computers, to like, to a book I had just finished reading. I know that my initial stated purpose was to get myself writing again, but I also expected to find something specific on which to alight. And yet I still haven't.

Maybe its because setting a direction would lock my course to one subject, thereby driving me insance because one day I can't espouse on the political problems of China. That can't be it, can it? I mean I always though Direction was a good thing. It gives you goals to work toward, narrows the field of topics such that you don't get overwhelmed trying to think of a topic, and in general shows you have determination. Also having a direction allows one to fit you into a niche, and decide if they want to keep track of your blog too. So is it really such a good idea, to not have forced a direction on oneself allready? Fine, lets pick a topic to stick to.

How about Computers? Sure I want to talk all day long about how to install a motherboard properly, what a pain in the arse it can be to answer some customer's questions, and though it's a rather neat idea, I don't think I could talk about the sociological ramifications of computers on society, all day, everyday.

What about Politics? You pinko, commie, ultra-conservatice, peace loving, warhawk you... Okay, lets put this to bed right now, I'm neither Republican, nor Liberal. I have views on both, but belong to neither. I'm a moderate and very passionate about it. But even I'm not crazy enough to do a blog on politics all the time!

Humor? Mel Brooks I am not. Although I believe myself to be funny, I know that honestly I can be rather dry, and that often I miss my mark all because my brain runs to fast for my mouth. So the funny, no. I'll warn you though, I will occasionally force you to listen to what I pass for humor, especially on stuff I laugh at that I do.

Medicine? Dammit Jim, I'm a writer, not a Doctor

Err Computer Games? *boink* See Computers stupid. I don't play enough games to rate being an expert on all of them. Those I do, I can sometimes talk for hours on end about, but once I'm done, its hard starting again till inspiration does strike.

Education? Me Chris. Me hit you on head real hard. Me let you know, how much I can type about Edumucation. Get the idea Poindexter? I haven't been in school for several years, I currently have no kids, so discoursing for weeks on end about the education system is not something to swear a warrant out about.

Entertainment? Do you really want me to inform the RIAA on you? Yes, I have a few books I'd like to write about Hollywood, the music industry, and what not. At the same time, I don't want to piss them off that bad. Someday I want them to buy one of my books and make it into a movie. So yes I can write about them, but no, it won't be all the time.

Oo, Oo, I've got it, books! Here, put read this closely. Snap! Let that be the end of that thought. I want to write them, not be a critic of them all the time. Opinions, fine, nothing more, thank you very much.

Ow, that hurt you bully... Hey, I know, Violence! Sigh, okay, lets set the record straight. Yes I appear to be a rather violent person, right here, and right now. The truth is, I'm not. In real life the most violent I get, is when I'm practicing in the SCA, using heavry Ratan bats on another human being, who is trying to do the same to me. The upside is that we are both wearing 40-50 pounds of protective armor, and secondly, I'm not that good yet so I usually take more blows then I deal. When I write however, I tend to exhibit a cartoonish sort of violence, because its funny to me. Hey, blame it on cartoons.

Life? Ah, life, that sciopathic exsistence that careens madly, to the beat of coincedence and chaos. Yet, people do seem to be learning, even with the occasional set-backs. I can discuss life to no end, however I freely admit, I'm no phillosopher. I don't know the meaning of life. And though I trully do like it, I'm not sure I could write about something different everyday.

Okay, I give, you pick. What do you think I've been trying to do for the last half dozen paragraphs? Talking with myself.... okay, so I have, big deal. So I can't seem to convince myself to concentrate on any one topic, and yet, I believe I have found a direction.

Like life, direction isn't always about getting from one place to another. Direction is sometimes about the getting there. Just take a look at humanities constant need to explore the world, to push new boundaries, to develop new technologies, to grow. This webpage was started because I wanted to write again. In the week that I have, I've also been constantly fiddiling with the html coding, improving pieces here and there, understanding new techniques, seeing life in new ways. In short, I've been growing. Thus in retrospect, I have found a direction for the webpage. It may not be a standard topic, but it is a topic. And although there is no one word to describe, it is a direction, that is, to learn, to grow, to explain, and to experience. The journey then is the direction, and here's to it!

"Mr Davenport! Raise the sail. We have a new course, and it is the New World!"

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

[TB] Planetside: All Hail, the NDA is Lifted!

A few weeks ago, while browsing a website I ran across an ad for a new game. Curious, I went to the website and checked it out. Astounded by what I could find on it, and wanting to sample it before I bought it, I decided to apply for an Open Beta position. A week later, I had the unmitigated fortune to be accepted into Exclusive Beta. Unfortunately, as I found out, this was both good luck, and a curse, because now I was privy to all the wonders of this game, but couldn't tell anyone! Now I can, as Open Beta starts this week, and the NDA is lifted.

Even though the NDA has been lifted, I still the find the quickest way tell people what it's like, is to give them my first impression... Tribes 2 on steriods.

In truth, Planetside, is not a Tribes 2 sequel in any shape or form, primarily because Planetside is being produced by Sony. Secondly, where Tribes 2 focused on specific team vs team combat, Planetside focuses on army vs army combat. Yes, both take place in the future. Yes both involve suits of armor, ground and air vehicles, and bases, but there the similarity stops.

For starters, Planetside is also and RPG game, with a persistent universe where you have a character that gains experience, and obtains certifications to qualify them to use equipment and weapons. Planetside's "maps" are also continent spanning, with a dozens of bases scattered across a globe. Movement is seamless transition from one base to another, although movement between continents is limited by warp gates, or HART transport. Bases are also more complex, with each giving special functions and capabilities to the faction that controls them.

Literally, there are hundreds of differences between the two games, with just enough similarity to attract almost all Tribes 2 fans. Although to mention it, this game has enough similarites to wet the appetite of Unreal, Quake, Battlefield 1942, Mechwarrior, and even some RPG fans as well. So it's less a Tribes 2 game on steriods, then a Bride of Frankstein genre merger, designed to crack barriers and be an instant favorite to a wide audience. And after playing it, even with the occasional Beta problems, I can saftely say it will be a success, and a genre killer.

Because of Planetside's emmense cross genre popularity, many a game will pale in comparison for some time to come. Not to say that not all gaming fans will flock to it, and its safe to assume that many multiplayer games will thrive in the coming years. However, Planetside will be a dominant force on the gaming market, with its First Person Action, on a massive world bending scale.

Or as Doc Brown says at the end of Back to the Future I, "Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads."

Monday, April 14, 2003

[TB] Creativity in Action

Creating something out of nothing, is the virtual basis for humaity. Making new life, putting up a skyscraper, designing an aqueduct, playing music, writing a story, telling a story, are all part of the creative process enjoyed by people. For many people, this process is keyed by the imagination, in order to invoate, or invent that which hasn't been done. Since humanity has been around a long time however, this process often also occurs because someone was inspired by someone else's previous work. The problem becomes though, where does the fine line lie between actual inovation, and downright theft of an idea?

While creativity itself is a broad category, as evident by the act of destruction that in itself is unique for every event, the act we will focus on today, is the design of popular art, speficially fanfiction and fanart. The reason why this is our focus, lies in the inspiration of the author. First though, what is fanfiction (fanfic for short)? Fanfic is the art of taking popularized media, such as a favorite tv show, movie, story, or other artwork, and creating something new inside its universe. Usually such creation is a short story set in that magical universe, or a piece of art on the characters or things of said exsistence.

Fanfic itself, has been around for a long time, although the term and the genre as we know it, really came into itself just in the 60's and 70's at the height of liberalism and creationism. Prior to that, fanfic was mostly the retelling of popular stories from a parent to a child, where they change the story ever so slightly. Lifewise today's "fanfic" is still often a more personal form of creation, where one inserts themselves into the story. Thus many such pieces are never viewed beyond the artist's own hands.

However, starting in the 60's and especially in the 70's, fanfic began to rear its head into the daylight of society. Largely due to the popularity of expression, artists began to come together and promote magazines called Zines. Home made magazines, Zines were largely sold around conventions of fans. At the time, and even now, these conventions were also because of the popularity of science fiction.

These days with the advent of the internet, and cable tv, fanfic has literally expanded at light speed across the world. More and more people have learned how to become self-published, and in the process released their creative spark upon a world that might have shunned them from being to individualistic before. Herein lies the problem.

Prior to the advent of zines, and especially the internet, such fanfic was largely ignorant of other fanfic. People might write a story similar to another, all beacause they didn't know of each other. Now though that others know and often see each others works, the problem of orginality falls into a murky water of ethics and morality.

Actually, you could even go beyond that and say that fanfic itself is an immoral thing as it is artwork base off of someone else's creation, and largely done without their permission. However, in most cases the orginial creator sees this form of expression as a tribute to the popularity and acceptance of their own work. Frequently they also then ignore such fanfic, so as to not become inspired from the grey copyright complications that might arise from the fanfic. Unfortunately when they do pay attention, sometimes unforseen problems, such as disagreements, general dis-like, or the fanfic artists attempts to capitilize on the work, can cause said same legal issues to arise, but usually in reverse.

Either way, fanfic and fanart are a largely tolerated being, pandering more to the unseen consumer artist then the creator artist(s). Thus, ethically, unless the creator blantantly challenges the use of their material, and as long as no money is made off of the fanfic, ethically the fanartist is fine to do with the universe as he likes. Often this either means putting the characters into sexual situations for adult purposes, or the "Mary-Sue" style of sticking oneself into the storyline just for the purposes of playing the hero and or villain.

The real problem is, once you've accepted fanfic as imitation art off a popular art, whats to stop some imitating the imitation? And is it ehtical or moral for the 2nd party to feel wronged by the 3rd party?

Lets take an example, and why I brought this up today. Star Trek, a very popular sci-fi series, has spawned its own culture and huge volumes of fanart and fanfiction. Personally I have tried my hand at writing a new fan-series inside the large universe. As part of the process I invented my own ship, and crew, but attempted to keep myself within certain boundaries that I saw and accepted. Make the ship look real, don't override the accepted cannon of the universe, don't use any previous characters, and make it good enough that people might question why keeping it offscreen. So far, I'm 3 out 4, though the last will probably take me awhile as this writer block is hindering finishing not only one epsiode, but more to the series.

Anyways, as part of the process that lead to this fanseries, I designed a new ship, never before used in the universe. I designed based off three known designs, and one therotical design, thus making the ship possible within the universe I had envisioned. Since I like designing starships, and such I felt a little pride in what I had done within the boundaries that I had set. Such pride that I submitted the design to a fan run website www.shipschematics.net about such designs. I considered my design to be better then 90% of the other designs there, and it made me feel good. Unfortunately, the site dropped offline not long afterwards and it dropped from my mind. A year and half later and I was doing some searching and found that the site had returned once more. At this time I was more actively considering writing the series to go along with the ship and did a search to check my spelling of the submitted craft.

Eventually I found the design, albeit slightly mispelled. Nothing major to worry about there, no need to even correct it. However I did find something that did worry me. Apparently someone else had seen the design, liked it, pulled it off the website, and then proceded to edit the design. I was shocked, not because it had been edited, but because when they did, they had just slapped a wierd pair of half nacelles (something not even inside the accepted universe), didn't even bother really matching it with the line, such that it looks out of place, and submitted it with their name attached.

Initially my first thoughts were, "How dare they!", however as I thought about it, and the whole morality of fanfic to begin with, I calmed down, and started to wonder, why my design? The first part of this was to determine how and when this had taken place, it was then I got my second shock. The person in question hadn't just done this with my design, they had done this with a couple of dozen designs. They had blantantly added some pieces of psuedo Star Trek stuff to each ship, sometimes the same items, sometimes something different, hadn't bothered to match the designs, the flow, or even the tech, and had submitted each and every design with their name attached. Thus they were now in the ship database where someone would almost invariably see their name, somewhere.

Unfortunately with no way to contact this artist, I can only begin to speculate why he did this. Most likely he is minor variant on what is called a "Troll", someone who does what they do, in order to get attention, usually by angering a 3rd party. Some consider themselves artists in how they go about doing this, others not as such. In this gentlemen's case though, I still feel a little wronged by what he has done to my design.

The final question though is; In this wierd, grey area of art, imitating art, imitating art, what is the ethical and moral right that I have, or anyone has, to a 3rd party changing my work, without my permission. Should I be allowed to feel angered, or sad, or should I just not care?

Thursday, April 10, 2003

[TB] Day 2 Blues

So its day two, and allready I'm feeling the pinch. This morning I got up, brimming with ideas for articles, wondering if I could keep myself from burning out to soon from writing. However now its the afternoon, and all those same ideas have fled. In this case though, I blame work. No, really, I blame work. Still don't believe me, allright how about I blame having worked on the webpage a lot more then I had intended today? Satisfied, then let's continue.

At this point I freely admit, that drained me of all creativity was the work on the webpage. Coupled to the fact that I'm a wee bit tired from having stayed up to late and this blog has just become a liability. However, I made a deal with myself, and a deal is a deal. So here I sit, writing something for today.

Hmmm, what should I write about then? The War going on over in Iraq? The game I'm in Beta testing with right now, that I really want to talk about, but can't cause of the NDA (such are the hassels of being in an Exclusive Beta. Luckily Open Beta will begin shortly.) How about my Big Fat Greek Life? Course, I'm neither Big, Fat, or Greek, but this is a column on life, and the general quirks, so I guess it'll do.

As Forrest Gump would say, "Life is like a box of chocolates."

Aaaannnnngggg.... Wrong Forrest, life isn't like a box chocolates, but tell him what he wins as a consolation prize Johnny? Well Chris, how about a meaningful life, full of surprises, sadness and happiness.

On the other hand, life trully is a strange thing, and a lot of times, you never know whats going to happen next. Whether you get a rich cholocate piece that puts a smile on your face, a carmel filled drop core, that sticks to the roof of your mouth like a bad aftertaste. And like a box, you have to take the good with the bad, till all is done with.

The silver linning in all this, is that over time you learn to appreciate the good with the bad, and the good becomes just that much sweeter to grab hold of. For example, right now...

Right now, it's cold and it's raining outside. It has been raining for four days and I'm starting to feel like I need to go out and found two of each animal, and get them on to the nearest boat. I'm tired, I'm cranky, I spent to much time awake last night, I forgot my checkbook, I'm just one straw short of breaking that camel's back. But then I take a step back metaphorically and look at what's really going on around me. I take measure and my optimistic streak kicks in and I smile.

Why? Cause I'm writing. I'm bloody, balls to the wall writing. I sat down at this computer with nothing to say, and yet now I've written out an editorial. Admittedly it may not be my best, and it may tend to repeat itself, but I have written several paragraphs worth of semi-meaningful stuff. I've actually accomplished another day's worth of creativity and in the process kept my outlook going on this life.

Even more then that, I feel good about myself.

Wednesday, April 09, 2003

[TB] Why Can I Never Leave Well Enough Alone?

As you may have noticed or not, this page has been updated. Ahem, as I said, as you may or may not have noticed, this page has been UPDATED. Spooky, ain't it?

So Two years, 8 months, and something like 25 days later, I finally get back to update my personal webpage. You'd think I was lazy or something? Au Contraie monfeit, not lazy, just nothing to really update. In its previous life, all the webpage had been, was a kind of world bookmark. Now some of the subpages could and should have been updated, but a very busy work like, plus an up and down social life, lead to a such a gigantic case of writer's block that, well, you get the idea. Hmmm, maybe I should watch those run-on's, ney? Sidetrack time boys and girls!

As Robin Williams once said, "F*** It!"

I'll give you a warning, as part of this mega web update that is going on, I'm also forcing myself to write once more. Since this is part carthesis, part training myself again, a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes will appear in what I write. Thats not to say this will continue on forever, just while I working myself into this, expect some odd sentences, gramartizations, and plain bad spelling. 'Cause the whole point of this, is not to be a perfect writer, but to write. To write anything, every day, at any hour, and force this voodo block out of my fingertips. Also, eventually I will want to pride myself on a good story, and thus will get myself a spell checker to help out. As for today, "F*** It".

Alas, don't be surprised to see a few four letter words in these columns. As rants are primarily based on emotions, cuss words are sometimes the only thing to properly expound the emotion. And frankly, even I need to cuss every now and then.

Anyways, getting back to the thing at hand. A few days ago I was reminded that I started a webjournal a year ago, and never followed through on it. I'm not quite sure why, but I never did. Lately, I've also begun to read a few, very well written and interesting blogs. Thus on the way to work today, mulling over a possible columnist position with a website, I was struck dumb by an idea (Yes, yes, not far to go for me to be dumb). Why not update my personal page, updating and indexing the subpages I have and want to build, put up a place to archive my columns, and even further my personal blog. Hey, you doing the raspberry, pipe down!

As I said, this was an idea, and one I particularly like. And as stated above, it also produced a goal I had really, really, been wanting to obtain for most of my life, that is to finally become a "Writer". Not a hack, not an amatuer, but a real honest to god writer. So here we are.

Each day I'll be back to write something, anything at all. And just to be fair, the four major subjects will also be indexed seperately to provide a little spice (that and another simultaneous goal of learning a new html programming feature). As I move along, I might also adjust this main page to reflect the different columns. However, right now, I'll just use it as the springboard, and archive the rants/editorials/columns in there sub-sections.

For now, Pip-pip and all that jazz!