Weird.

Okay. Quantum ways of figuring out whether there are multi-universes.

If you end up detecting an event that is so completely unlikely that it would be insane for this to be a natural occurrence. So it's not. And you can that it's not. So you assume it is a deliberaate occurrence. Two universes link. And now we have the passkey, we can rebuild it. And that's how you make a wormhole.

The position you were in relative to the other event, would influence how many universes you can go to.

This is called quantic drift. Quantic Drift.



"Hate," Gwyn counters flatly. "You can't hide from me. I used to be you. Think about it. I gave you one look. One look. And you built a whole story around it. You packed an awful lot of assumptions into one look, honey."

^^^^THIS IS A LINE FROM A TERRIBLE NOVEL!!! SOMETHING NOIR-Y. FILM NOIR-Y

Ideas for Kaerwyn

Okay, so I have the barest inkling for a town, but I was discussing it in the OOC, and I think I'm going to see where I can get with it.

The history of this town has a pretty strong single dividing line, unlike Fegov Endai. FE has eras. Post-aliens. Post-hurricane. Post-Giant Chaos Dragon. Post-Pixie Invasion. The last really bad harvest or traumatic event defines where you came in. This town really just has one. Before and after They came.

They are a race of psions, and somewhat powerful ones. They lack language entirely, and communicate telepathically instinctively, being able to read the minds of those around them, and being able to specifically project emotion and concept. As a result, They never really develop as individuals, and instead form a sort of collective hive mind of sorts. Basic conditioning comes into effect quickly in their life, and the children learn to think like others think, and to seek Approval in their life, and shun Disapproval. It works well for them, and They grew mighty on their world.

Of course, then some of them came to Kaerwyn. I'm still trying to work out why, just yet. Perhaps there was a catastrophe of some type that lead the pioneer to bring as many as he could to this (comparartively) safe new world. Perhaps they rifted in as a large group, a bus of them accidentally getting rifted. Perhaps any number of things. As I said. I'm still working that out.

The point is that They saw these various species muddling about in their 'lives', and saw the relative (FE level) squalor they were living in. And they Approved of the idea of making Their new home here, and helping the others as much as they could.

So They reached out. To as many of them as They could, listening to their thoughts, and sending their approval and contentment at thoughts they considered good. Sending concepts to them that were Approved and Good, and then responding to Bad and Disapproved thoughts with negative emotion and stark Disapproval.

Of course, this didn't work as well as they would have hoped. But it did begin to work. For the weaker willed, attacking Them was right out of the question. That was bad, and not Approved. You wouldn't want to do that. For those of some actual backbone, they had these beings in their head, and they couldn't get them out. They didn't have much in the way of magical muscle like FE does, and so many of them in the face of a growing horde of people being conditioned succesfully, did one of two things. They either fought back, or they fled.

Those who fought back didn't fare so well though. They waited too long. They tried to reason with their friends, even as they lost them to Them, all the while, losing the will to fight themselves. In the end, their last ditch attack was frought with spies within their ranks, bringing it down from the inside. It was frought with hesitations that would prove disastrous, and it was a simple failure. Survivors who could, fled. Survivors who could not were either put down as unruly creatures, or conditioned more intensely, if they were worth the effort for some reason.

There were those who were immune. They're still around. There were those who had the strength of will, and still have the strength of will to just stand against Them. They're still around. But they're not in the town anymore. It's not even their town anymore. It's Their's. They took back the name of their town Hinsurt Naimahear, and left. And travelled far enough away that they would be able to be free of Their influence. Some left. But many, such as those in FE, simply weren't willing to give up their home so easily.

Turns out, They're pretty industrious, and effective. And efficient, too. They have a strong communist setup, farms providing what they need, minerals being mined to allow for expansion and invention, and their affairs are kept in order with a strong defense.

Those who left to refound the town have done alright for themselves as well. They were the strongest and the smartest, and culled of the weak, they've turned themselves into a fairly militaristic authority. They're fairly initially distrustful of outsiders, never being able to be sure of who is controlled by Them, and are incredibly distrustful of psions and telepaths of any type.

They though, the psions. They, are a somewhat insular community themselves. They're used to new species now, and attempt to bring new arrivals into their network, but as it is, their numbers simply can't support much more, and the strong willed will often make it away from the town before they lose themselves to the collective.

It's something I'm working on, like I said. I might do more when I get home.

I has a QR code

Take That!

I'm doing it right now! You can't stop me, muah hah hah hah hah!

Seriously, there's not a thing in the world you can do, and no matter how much I may be Wallace, you still have two G's in your name, Googly-Elmo!

Even more Magic

"Oh, there's a handful of these fake cock things in here!"

"So how's this girl on girl thing work?"

Couldn't even go two minutes. Not two minutes.

Life is Magic.

"Don't mind me while I sift through your sex toys."

"Did you cockslap yourself with the trans-cock yet? It's for stuffing your drawers if you were born a woman and don't want to be a woman anymore."

"I can get a nubbly head for it. I can get a penis head for it. I can get silicone."

"Rob, did you know you can get an e-stim kit on here for 125? Wholesale! There is any sextoy you can possible think of on here!"

"Someone made a homemade fleshlight."

"Christ! How many condoms did you get? Are these the ones you just toss to people?"

My roommates and friends. Keeping it classy.

A Topic Goes Here

You know what is awesome?

Star Trek. That's what's awesome. And anything in the roleplaying world that isn't star trek, but is trying to be like star trek. If it is star trek, and you're roleplaying, that may or may not be awesome. But if it's not explicitly star trek, then it is likely awesome.

Star Wars is good too.

Hmm. Maybe I'm feeling a bit better today. Helps when you have to have a version of yourself stop the flow of Trotulium, lest the ship be consumed by the matter/energy eating energy producing fluid.

This looks so crazy out of context. You'll have to trust me though. It was awesome.

Didn't think I'd hear that!

You know, as a child, imagining adulthood, and the conversations I would have... I didn't imagine a lot of the things I hear now.

Topping the list right now?

"I've got six pages of cock rings, right here."

Yeah... My life is a rich tapestry.

I am not a Heathen

I don't know what is with people. I don't understand them at a really basic level, but sometimes they are spectacularly insane. At work on Friday, a woman came up to me and asked me if I believed in the "power of Jesus, and his power to save my soul from eternal damnation."

I don't think it is much to ask not to be asked these types of questions out of the blue while I'm cashing people through, but this is actually the second time this has happened to me. I've been given religious pamphlets before, but usually they don't talk to me much.

Anyways, I said no, because as you may or may not know, I am an atheist. In response I was called a heathen. Then I had the angriest parts of Leviticus quoted at me. The parts of it that have stones being thrown at various sinners.

Now, I don't think I'm asking a lot for these people not to quote the Old Testament at me. They could at least quote New Testament at me, maybe John 3:16. That would at least make sense. No, though. Angriest parts of the angriest book of the angriest half of the bible. That and being called something I am actually not.

I am an infidel.

I am a very proud infidel, but one who isn't trying to convert everyone.

I am not a heathen. They are pagans who worship germanic or scandanavian gods or godesses.

I am technically a Pagan, but not really. I am only a Pagan in the sense that I do not worship the Abrahamic god. I instead worship no god.

I am not a heretic. I have been called this as well by the way, by someone who asked me if I had found Jesus. I said no, and pulled out my copy of The God Delusion to do some counter-proselytizing. At this point I was given a terribly dirty look, and was called a heretic.

Strictly speaking, a heretic would have to believe in a god to begin with. I would then be branded a heretic, and promptly excommunicated.

I am an infidel, I deny the divinity of Jesus, I reject the notion that there is any sort of god.

Frankly I think the politically correct term, regardless of what word may actually be correct is simply an atheist.

Until next time...

Answer My Question

Question:

0111001101101001001000000110000101110111011010000
11101000010000001101001011011010111010101101001011
0000101110100011101000110111000100000011001100110
111100100000011011010111001001100010011101010110111
0011001010010000001100101011101000110100000100000
011000110110110101110100011000010110111101101001

It is a continuous string of numbers, edited so it can fit cleanly on the screen. Solve it if you can.

Until next time...

Screw you, Hallmark!

So I think I've come up with a great plan to avoid giving Hallmark and Carlton Cards any further money. I figure that over the years I have spend four dollars or so on cards at least a few dozen times.

So from now on, rather than do that, I will spend five dollars, and do the following:

1. Get a crisp five dollar bill.
2. Get a small square envelope.
3. Write on the five dollar bill "Happy [occasion], Love [Your Name]". Do this preferably with a Sharpie.
   
4. Fold it neatly and put it in the envelope.
5. Seal the envelope and give it to them with the envelope.

See, now there is a few reasons why this is inherently a good idea

1. You aren't giving money to Hallmark, you are instead giving it to someone you care about.
2. They will think it is a neat idea.
3. In some cases, it costs less than the card.
4. They will get some use out of their "card"
   
5. You get the added satisfaction of wondering what the next person getting this five dollar bill will think when they read the message.

So yeah, try it. I find it works quite well, and I haven't given a card in a few months.

Until next time...

Take That Chemistry

Take that chemistry! You think you're so tough, what with your chemicals, and your acids, but in reality you've got nothing. You pale in comparison to the pure might of physics and math. You try to act cool by throwing in some math in your balancing of equations, but you are in reality, a hard science wannabe.

So I say, do your worst, give me the worst midterms, the worst exams, the hardest questions. I'll ace them all, just like I probably did this one. So I say again, I shall win over you. You will not be victorious. When all the dust settles, and only one emerges in a cloud of pride and knowledge, it will be me.

For all your initial trouble you gave me, you were really nothing.

Until next time...

Pseudorandom Numbers

I have just engaged in a particularly pointless debate with one of my friends, on the relative randomness of varying small numbers, picked from the natural set. The debate primarily consisted of us attempting to determine what truly made a number more or less random.

Obviously, larger numbers seem more random, when taking into consideration the vastness of infinity, but in the end, when looking towards the end of infinity, one billion seems just as far away from it as one does. This is where my assertion comes in that some numbers 'seem' more random than other.

I maintain the following points:

1. Odd numbers seem more random than even ones.
2. Prime numbers seem more random than composite.
3. There should not be an abundance of any particular digit.
4. There should be a odd:even digit ratio of slightly over one.
5. And finally, it should have that ring of just having been pulled out of thin air.

These to me, are the five tenets of what makes a number random.

This of course is a load of malarkey, as truly random numbers cannot be generated, due to humans having bias, and computers not being able to produce anything but pseudorandom numbers.

For those that do not believe that they cannot produce random numbers, I challenge you to do the following: Begin saying random digits; at some point a pattern will form, or you will favour certain digits. While of course those pseudorandom numbers are sufficient, they are not ideal.

Pseudorandom numbers usually have all the characteristics of a random number, but it still begs the question, of how one would truly acheive a random value.

Until next time...

I Don't Know

I will level with everyone tonight, I don't really know what I am writing about here. I just felt the need to try and hammer something out.

It seems to me that no matter how hard I try to prod my brain into producing something intelligible, I am completely unable to come up with anything of substance. Meanwhile, the second I do come up with something, I'm in no situation whatsoever to either post or make note of it. It is really quite frustrating. I want to be able to get all of these thoughts out of my head, but it just feels like there is this nagging feeling that something isn't right, and it's distracting me.

Well, I guess instead of having an intelligent posting about my thoughts, or a well thought out but meaningless guide to chair leaning, I shall give you all the normal updates into my life.

Not much is happening on the social front, I have been going out less as of late, trying to keep up with the schoolwork. I'm hoping to do something next weekend, but time will tell, as it frequently seems to.

On the academic front, I'm keeping up. After a few minor blips in physics, I think I'm going to be alright, and with regards to calculus, I only wish I had paid attention the first time through.

On the home front, my uncle has returned from Vancouver, and is temporarily staying with us. I don't see the problem, but there seems to be an general feeling of tension in the air. I'm sure it's just normal family stuff, it is just that I am unaccustomed to having my uncle around this much, so it is more just the 'weird newness', to quote Corner Gas.

And on the western front, all seems quiet.

That's all I suppose.

Until next time...

Wisdom

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.
You’re out on your own, and you know what you know.
You are the one who’ll decide where to go.

This one life is yours. It is yours to be had.
You must find your way through the good and the bad.
So you see, you must see it through to the end.
Cause no one can know what is just 'round the bend.


Haven't written any creative type stuff in some time, so I thought I'd try my hand at something again, and here is what I came up with.

Until next time...

The World is Making Less Sense than Usual Today

Hello, faithful bloggers and blog readers, today I will be referencing something that would appear to have no sense whatsoever.

Now, I have never claimed that the world is a rational, logical, or sane place to reside, but usually there will be some sort of cosmic explanation behind the weird crap that is thrown in our collective way. I will point out now, that I have been known to engage in some highly random behaviour, which includes searching for some highly random stuff.

Due to its nature, I love Wikipedia, highly editable, easy to learn its format, and for the most part, credible. Today however I take issue with its search function. I am currently using Mozilla Firefox, just because of its search function and tabbed browsing, as well as its heightened security, and I typed into the search bar at the top of my page "The ironing is delicious".

This was a reference to a conversation my friend and I were having at the time, and mostly done randomly. I wondered if it would pull up something on the Simpsons, or possibly an entire topic, possibly devoted to some sort of internet meme.

It pulled up as its first link, Marshmallow Alpha-Bits.

...

Yeah. At this point, I'm imagining that all of you have either seen that, and done the search yourself, or have just sat there thinking 'What the hell?'. Trust me, the feeling is mutual. It makes no sense whatsoever.

Just in case you are in doubt, here is a link for you all. What the hell is Wikipedia thinking?

Well there you go, if that is not proof that the world gets stranger by the day, I'm not sure what is.

Until next time...

Damn!

Damn, I did not win the forty-two million dollars! What insolent freak took my money? Give it back! I know what you did, you took my ticket, which was clearly the winner, and switched it with your own. I don't know how you did it, but I'm sure you did.

That's call theft buddy, and of forty-two million dollars. Give it back, or I will find you. I do not know how I will, but I will track you down, and I will find you, no matter what it takes.

I frankly think that it was someone at the service desk, or perhaps an inside job from the OLGC. I vow that I will not rest, until I either have my forty-two million dollars, or at least enough money to pay for my university tuition.

Again I say... DAMN!

Until next time...

Journey to the Centre of the Computer

It was a mistake that lead me to the centre of the computer, let me tell you my story... It all started when I offered to help my youngest brother in his trials with his music. I was to supplement his collection... It was then that I realized that it would not be as simple as I would have hoped.

It was a perilous trek, there were many wires to pull out carefully. It took much time to safely remove them to delve deeper into the realm of the digital. Once these were dealt with, it was simply a matter of moving the box to a safer location.

Now, in what may have been the most labour intensive part of the job, we removed the side panel from the box. This took careful turning of the keystone in order to access the inside of the digital fortress. After an ingenious solution pulled from my brother's trusty leather pocket pack, we were in.

As we slid of the metal coverstone, we were in awe at what we saw. It was like a different world. I cannot even begin to describe the wonders of what I saw, wires of all sorts leading everywhere. It was breathtaking. After several minutes of searching we found what we were looking for, and after a small faltering, we were on our way to fixing the problem.

We traced the problem back to its source, reinserting the wires where they should lead. It was at this that we slid the coverstone back into place, sealing it once more. We reconnected the wires and slid the box back into place, now working.

I am happy to inform you all that my brother now has the music he needed, and now he will have no future problems.

Until next time...

LT3M

Well, I have never actually included an image on this blog, but I thought that this website deserved it. As I type I am listening to the electronic style of LT3M. It is an internet radio station that delves heavily into electronic music, one of my favourites being trance.

LT3M is short for less than three music, or <3 Music. I recently started listening to this station, and since then have grown to love the electronic style. I highly recommend it to all that read this.

In conclusion, I now like electronic music. It is amazing.

Until next time...

Natural Light, it Burns...

I learned a very important lesson yesterday, the lesson having to do with the harshness of nature. The lesson was, wear some sunscreen when you will be outside for the better part of seven hours.

I now have first degree burns to my face, neck, hands and arms. To top this all off, I had to work with those burns last night, and I have to again in a few hours. I have taken an advil and used the sunburn first aid spray I bought and it still burns like hell. I do not know what I am going to do once those two things wear off.

Damn you, ultraviolet rays.

Until next time...