About that hiatus? I half-lied.
Congrats D.C. and M.C., and happy birthday to S.C., June 13, 2008!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Random Scribbling
Things are about to get busy at work, so I'm going on hiatus again. Well, that and I've been half-assing this for the longest time.
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Some leftover text from my novel that didn't fit in anywhere right now. Some of it is good, some of it is not. Most of it doesn't even really apply to the story proper. Maybe it will fit somewhere later.
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sometimes, when you’re about to pass out, you just gotta hold on to something familiar.
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When you wake up and you haven’t opened your eyes, everything seems that dark grey, even during the brightest day.
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The problem with answers was that he wanted the solid, unambiguous answers, like what you’d get with a mathematical equation. And though our universe is based on these mathematical equations, there’s an emergent diversity that leads to complexity. As a result, there are few, if any, simple answers. Thus, none of the answers he would get would satisfy his craving.
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“We have to become greater than the sum of our parts.”
“Seven, then.”
“What?”
“Two arms, two legs, one head, one torso, that’s six. So, we have to become seven.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I guess you’re right. We have fingers and toes, ears and noses. Give me a second while I count.”
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You have to hurt before you can empathize. That’s why children are so cruel. They’re the prize of their parents, and now little, if any, pain. That’s why rich kids are such pains in the ass, because the’ve never hurt. Of course, you go too far, and people just hurt too much, and don’t care about how other people feel, they’ve hurt too much themselves.
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remember when you fought because you thought you were right? Because you thought you were doing good? Then you got older, and realized you were fighting more to prevent yourself from going crazy, by realizing there was nothing special about your life.
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Some leftover text from my novel that didn't fit in anywhere right now. Some of it is good, some of it is not. Most of it doesn't even really apply to the story proper. Maybe it will fit somewhere later.
***
sometimes, when you’re about to pass out, you just gotta hold on to something familiar.
***
When you wake up and you haven’t opened your eyes, everything seems that dark grey, even during the brightest day.
***
The problem with answers was that he wanted the solid, unambiguous answers, like what you’d get with a mathematical equation. And though our universe is based on these mathematical equations, there’s an emergent diversity that leads to complexity. As a result, there are few, if any, simple answers. Thus, none of the answers he would get would satisfy his craving.
***
“We have to become greater than the sum of our parts.”
“Seven, then.”
“What?”
“Two arms, two legs, one head, one torso, that’s six. So, we have to become seven.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I guess you’re right. We have fingers and toes, ears and noses. Give me a second while I count.”
***
You have to hurt before you can empathize. That’s why children are so cruel. They’re the prize of their parents, and now little, if any, pain. That’s why rich kids are such pains in the ass, because the’ve never hurt. Of course, you go too far, and people just hurt too much, and don’t care about how other people feel, they’ve hurt too much themselves.
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remember when you fought because you thought you were right? Because you thought you were doing good? Then you got older, and realized you were fighting more to prevent yourself from going crazy, by realizing there was nothing special about your life.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Mecha Approach
Let's say walking robots did ... walk ... the earth. What would I pilot? I'd need a "light" mech (if such a thing can be classified as light), under forty tons. It would need a lot of speed, and modified jump jets to act as a speed boost while running.
I'd need an advanced sensor suite and electronic countermeasures, as well as chaff and flares, so I'd have a better idea of what was coming, and be able to dodge it. The cockpit would also be kitted out with some truly advanced targeting systems and information layouts.
Weapon-wise, I'd need mostly long-range weapons. Twin light missile racks, to explode on impact, in case I needed a close range desperation attack. As for pecking, either some sort of sniper rifle/rail gun, or twinned long distance lasers if I needed to engage.
I'd need an advanced sensor suite and electronic countermeasures, as well as chaff and flares, so I'd have a better idea of what was coming, and be able to dodge it. The cockpit would also be kitted out with some truly advanced targeting systems and information layouts.
Weapon-wise, I'd need mostly long-range weapons. Twin light missile racks, to explode on impact, in case I needed a close range desperation attack. As for pecking, either some sort of sniper rifle/rail gun, or twinned long distance lasers if I needed to engage.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Melee Approach
In a pinch, if I ever needed it, my weapons of choice would be a short crowbar and a hammer, with a Leatherman tool as the backup. The main reason for this is because I actually own all three of these things, and they are all within arm's reach as I type this.
K.C. gave me a great idea for the approach: tear out the throat with the crowbar, then smash the head with the hammer. Or, in the alternative, I could bust out with mad carpentry skills. Who doesn't need a credenza in eight hours?
Of course, note this is all moot should mecha combat take over our society. In such an event, I become a mechanic, and carry around a pipe wrench and screwdriver. I stay in the repair bays and become the crotchety, well-respected mechanic who alternates between trash talk and subtle advice.
K.C. gave me a great idea for the approach: tear out the throat with the crowbar, then smash the head with the hammer. Or, in the alternative, I could bust out with mad carpentry skills. Who doesn't need a credenza in eight hours?
Of course, note this is all moot should mecha combat take over our society. In such an event, I become a mechanic, and carry around a pipe wrench and screwdriver. I stay in the repair bays and become the crotchety, well-respected mechanic who alternates between trash talk and subtle advice.
Monday, June 02, 2008
Picture Time
L.C. mentioned that my Gtalk icon needs to be changed, because I've never been that happy. And maybe this is true for the most part, but when that pic was taken, I was having a great time.
What does it say about me that I don't often have a big goofy grin on my face like that (which some people have interpreted as maniacal)? What does it say that I was playing football, and probably getting knocked around?
I probably am lying a bit, and need a new pic, but I also subscribe to the Amish (Pennsylvania Dutch?) belief that pictures steal your soul. There really aren't that many pics of me, though maybe I should throw up the pic of myself when I graduated from school?
What does it say about me that I don't often have a big goofy grin on my face like that (which some people have interpreted as maniacal)? What does it say that I was playing football, and probably getting knocked around?
I probably am lying a bit, and need a new pic, but I also subscribe to the Amish (Pennsylvania Dutch?) belief that pictures steal your soul. There really aren't that many pics of me, though maybe I should throw up the pic of myself when I graduated from school?
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Random Running
Twenty-two minutes, forty-nine seconds for three miles. I think I ran each mile at the following: seven minutes, twenty seconds; seven minutes, fifty seconds; seven minutes, forty seconds. Yay incremental progress.
I need a rabbit when I run. There's just something about being able to chase someone down from behind that does it for me. Whenever there's a lot of people, I find myself just chasing down the next, and the next, and the next.
Just got a new pair of shoes because I'd worn a hole through the canvas of my old shoes with my toes. It was getting kind of uncomfortable when I'd start running on the balls of my feet, and my toes would slam against that hole.
I need a rabbit when I run. There's just something about being able to chase someone down from behind that does it for me. Whenever there's a lot of people, I find myself just chasing down the next, and the next, and the next.
Just got a new pair of shoes because I'd worn a hole through the canvas of my old shoes with my toes. It was getting kind of uncomfortable when I'd start running on the balls of my feet, and my toes would slam against that hole.
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