A week ago I was away, in California, but this blog isn't about my time in Disneyland or even my humorous observations of Californians. (Californites?) No, this is about safety, pure and simple... because what can be simpler than:
April 29, 2013
April 23, 2013
Pond of Consciousness: Flying
Why am I doing another stream of consciousness blog? Aren't my posts random enough as it is... If you use the words, "emotional roller coaster," I am O.U.T... Deal I just feel like I am on this emotional... ride... Why am I even typing this again? I'm on cramped airplane, the laptop is half closed and my arms are shoved all the way into my chest like some stinted tyrannosaurus rex stuck in economy class… Tyranosaurus… I should have some kind of witty pun there. I’ll think of it later. I need to figure out how to disable this touchpad/mouse thingy. The cursor is jumping all over the page. What is that kid doing, marching up and down the aisle like a wooden soldier… toy solider... I'm a real boy... Where are his parents? Here comes the old woman and the inevitable meeting of the immature object verses the unstoppable (I need to go to the bathroom) force…. There should be another joke there. I’ll add it later… Tyrannosaurus Rex… Lex… Dex… Hex… Treks… None of those work… Is it kosher to be writing the jokes in my head as I am actually writing a story about my thoughts… This is getting a little too existential… Why did I use the word kosher? I’m not Jewish… What movie is playing? What’s that guy’s name? Leonidas? Burt? Why is he playing soccer with kids? This is the weirdest remake of 300 I have ever seen. Is that what’s his name? Why can‘t I remember anyone’s… Kurt Russell… no Dennis Quiad? I didn’t know he/they were in 300? Flashover… no Backdraft was a decent film. Why can’t I remember anything today. I feel so slow.. Maybe it's the altitude. From the looks of desolation and Amish we’re somewhere over Pennsylvania. Ouch… Watch it lady. Say excuse me. I never know if I like the aisle better or the window… Die-rannosaurus Rex… that doesn’t even make any sense in the context of the joke…. These are not the jokes you're looking for... Oh good, here comes the complimentary drinks and food. Yes can I have the one peanut and the small glass of water? Cthulhu forbid they gave you actual food on a six-hour flight that made us wait an hour and a half past boarding for take-off… Jessica Biel is in this movie? Gerard Butler… that’s it. This is Sparta… I am starving. I shouldn’t have skipped breakfast. Wasn’t it Dennis Quiad who played General Hawk in that damn awful GI Joe movie? What part of my childhood will Hollywood ruin next? Is Michael Bay still trying to make a teenage mutant... Of course he is. Why the hell are they aliens… Teenage Alien Ninja Turtles? Does he even know that spells TANT? Teenage Alien Intelligent Ninja Turtles... Are there even ninjas on another planet, or teenagers… or turtles… I'm sure there will be explosions… Is that Amy Acker. I love her... So What are you wearing... Blue overcoat. Fedora... You really stink at this... Orange Socks?... Angel was a good show.... They’ll probably try to make a remake of Ghostbusters with Justin Beiber playing all the parts… that was a horrible joke.... They'll probably try to make a remake of Ghostbusters with Bruce Willis... he was dead the whole time... What’s wrong with me today… A tyrannosaurus rex and a nun walk into a bar… something something… He was Catholic all along… That’s Uma Thurman… I guess she is playing the Persian king, Xerxes, in this version. She has the build for it….. Coke… Pepsi’s fine… Really, what’s the difference… How about giving me one of those sandwiches…. No for free. You left us waiting on the runway for two hours. Mardok forbid there is actually a company out there that wants to keep its customers happy or takes any sort of responsibility for their mistakes… I would have loyalty to a company like that. Fly United… because why not? We’re just as much of dicks as everyone else… except Air New Zealand. They were very nice that one time… Oh gods, that kid is crying now… Wah wah wah my ears are popping and there's no way to console me Wah! Maybe I'm teething, Maybe I'm hungry, who knows? I'm a baby!… No give me the blue chips… THIS IS the most Spartan meal I've ever had... So I guess Jessica Biel is the hunchback in this one... No don’t kiss her, Leonidas. She’s going to sell you out to the Persians!... Why are chips blue? Who thought that was a good idea? Who looked at potato chips and went… you know what will make this better… the color blue. I think that’s the same logic they use with… cars… M&Ms… t-shirts…. Annoying late 90’s pop songs… I'm really off on the jokes today. I’ll just add them in later during editing. A tyrannosaurus rex and Sam Waterson get into a fight… No, Sam Waterson is Jack McCoy on Law and Order… what was the name of the guy who played Dr. Grant? Also how did that T-Rex get into the Jurassic Park visitor center without anyone noticing? Were the doors made conveniently for tyrannosaurus proportions? And did anyone work there? I knew they were on a skeleton crew, but a few more people working security might have made it a very short movie. The only tech guys were Samuel L. Jackson and Newman… Hello Newman… You would have thought that with an experimental facility they would have brought on a few more staff, just to be one the safe side… or at least ran background checks on their employees. I wonder if the US Government had to bail out InGen after they lost all their money on the dinosaur tourist industry Whoa… this movie just got saucy… Run, Leonidas, she is trying to eat your face… Like a T-Rex that's too big to fail... and it all comes full circle. I’m a genius. Now Kurt Russell/Dennis Quaid is in jail…. This is just confusing. Are they arresting him for the GI Joe movie… they should… He deserves it… How can you make a movie that was even cornier than the old cartoon show and I loved the old cartoon show. Seriously. They kept everything they shouldn’t have and took away everything they should have. Don’t worry, I'm sure The Rock and Bruce Willis will save us from the giant Texas sized asteroid of suckage that movie was. All we need now is Areosmith... Turns out he was dead the whole time... and I mean that about Steven Tyler... Adolescent Extraterrestrial Samurai Turtles... AEST… sounds like a standardized assessment test designed to check for asbestos… What if Michael Bay remade Jurassic Park… Exploding dinosaurs, for no reason… They know how to open doors and set C4 charges… Clever girl... My arms are shoved so far into my stomach that I feel like a tyrannosaurus rex in economy class… business class... trying to play pool... That’s not funny… Oh blue chips?
April 10, 2013
Fairly Tales
![]() |
| This was the best acting Stewart did all movie... lifelessness. |
I was watching HBO-Go the other day, catching up on the latest episode of Game of Thrones, and after its conclusion I found myself wandering around the site looking to satiate my need for more sword and sorcery fantasy. Unfortunately, the only thing I could find was the newest incarnation of the Snow White story, Snow White and the Huntsman. Also unfortunately, it was exactly what I expected.
Staring Kristen "What do you mean emote?" Stewart, maybe the only good thing I can say about the movie is that the resulting scandal/affair from it probably finished her career. It also starred, Thor, which means that every time he was on screen, the movie in my mind was much more interesting than what was actually happening in truth. The special effects looked unfinished and surprisingly insulting. For example, the seven dwarves were an amalgam of bodies and heads, as if the producers couldn't decide between going with the Lord of the Rings technique (and just using perspective to shrink the actors,) or the Game of Thrones technique (and actually cast an award winning little-person actor.) Instead, the dwarves were made up of the bodies of little people with the heads of average sized actors CGI imposed on them. This left lead dwarf, Bob Hoskins, looking like Super Mario before he found any mushrooms to eat... but I am digressing.
The point of this entry is not so much to point out the many flaws of the movie (many flaws,) but to try and understand the sudden resurgence of the popularity of fairy tales in pop culture. Take a look and the trend is all around you. Shows like Once Upon a Time and Grimm are bending these old stories to fit modern sensibilities and tastes, and movies like the aforementioned one, the new Jack the Giant Killer, and Hansel and Gretel are (unsuccessfully) trying to turn these stories into something they are not... blockbuster movies. I could also mention the comic book Fables, which unbeknownst to the general public was really one of the forerunners for this entire trend, (so much so that that many have argued that Once Upon a Time is really nothing more than a Disneyized version of Fables... but in all fairness Disney has been ripping off and homogenizing folklore and fairy tales since almost before cartoons were a "thing.")
So why all the fairy tale stuff? I suppose really that is a multi-part answer. The first and most obvious being, Nerd Culture is becoming prominent in the media. (I know I tend to argue this point... a lot.) With comic book movies breaking box office records, and comic conventions being more jam packed with advertisers than a broadcast by the NFL, Hollywood is looking for new (old) source material for which to keep things going. Fairy tales and mythology are actually a perfectly logical extension of this idea. After all, I have always argued that comic books really are nothing more than classical myths retold from modern perspectives. This brings me to my second point, fairy tales, like mythology, are the original source material for most of our modern stories, (I mean except for Inception whose source material was a Donald Duck cartoon.) So it makes sense to go back to the raw material and try to tell the old stories in new ways.
Lastly, there is something inherently dark about fairy tales. They are stories made specifically for children, in which people are eaten by wolves, (step) mothers try to kill their children, and the woods are always full of dark and sinister things just waiting to devour the souls of children. Ultimately, these stories were meant as cautionary tales from a time when the world was dark and full of dangers, and when parents could be just as superstitious as their children. Nowadays, we think we know better. We see the world with science and logic and take the old tales with a grain of pixie dust, but sometimes they prove right. Sometimes there are strangers intent on harm who have windowless vans instead of gingerbread houses, evil queens and kings who rule governments for power and personal gain, and a big bad wolf willing to crash planes into buildings. I don't know about you, but sometimes when I think about the world, it scares the hell out of me.
It is no coincidence that superheroes, zombies, and fairy tales all saw a rise in popularity after the events of the past decade. We have seen the face of monsters and super villains, so it is only proper that we would cling to the tales that caution us against their dangers and give us hope for heroes that offer salvation. These stories make light of our fears as a way to play out our nightmares in safe ways. Some scientists claim that dreaming has similar purposes. We are presented with fears in safe environments where we can have the time to figure out how to deal with them and maybe even face them, so that (when in the waking world) we are presented with an actual problem or normally terrifying situation we will be better prepared to cope. In other words, you watch a zombie movie not to prepare for the zombie apocalypse, but to prepare for stressful presentations at work or even being mugged on the streets. Stories like fairy tales allow us to conceptualize the dangers and maybe even reassure us that everything will work out. We want to know that it will be okay, and these stories are a way for us to put our deepest fears into a predictable box we can digest. This is no different than what our ancestors did when they first invented them, except today the stories are updated for the reality of war in the Middle East as opposed to something like the Crusades which were... well I guess war in the Middle East.... well it is a different war... but that is why updating these stories to better reflect who we are is a fairly good idea.
![]() |
| If you like folklore and fairy tale, check out the 10th Kingdom. I promise you won't be disappointed. |
And maybe that is my biggest contention with Snow White and the Huntsman, because ultimately the story is not really a modern adaptation at all. Yes, there are some new special affects thrown in and some kind of hint at a convoluted love triangle, but the story was nothing new. At least Hansel and Gretel tried to put an unexpected twist on an old classic (and we won't even mention the creativity of shows like Once Upon a Time and Grimm.) There was nothing new or exciting in the revised Snow White, no twist. They even had singing dwarves (Hi ho, Hi ho,) and worst of all, Snow White was helpless, (almost as helpless as she was in the other role she is so well known for playing.) The character spends most of the movie stumbling around with other people or even animals leading her one way or another. So by the end of the movie, when we are supposed to believe she has become a sword wielding warrior queen, the transformation seems a little unbelievable, considering two days prior she barely knew how to hold a knife.
Snow White as a weak female character may have worked in the 1550's or even in the 1950's, but in today's world that no longer reflects the reality we live in, (Unless you live in a reality of sparkling vampires, which I guess Stewart kind of does.) For a really good adaptation of the a strong Snow White and stronge female characters in genreal, check out Once Upon a Time, or even my favorite modernized fairy tale (from way back when,) The 10th Kingdom. As for everything else, I am enjoying this new resurgence of folklore, and I am looking forward to see in what new and creative direction it continues... as long as you leave Kristen Stewart out of it.
April 2, 2013
Do Androids Dream of Electric Lawyers?
![]() |
| Side Prediction: In the future Supreme Court Justice is going to come with nicer robes... and a golden throne of dragons. |
When last we met, we talked about the horrifying truth of how humans are really going to become nothing more than machines, or at the very least some sort of demon spawn that is half human and half microwave. In summation, expect to have microchips implanted basically everywhere... I mean everywhere... but there are scarier consequences to this trend than simply giving me legs that will let me jump like Super Mario on shrooms.
The real question of all of this is not how it will happen, but what will we do when it does? What kind of new legal consequences will there be? If my body is 51% robot, am I still legally considered human? or robot? Can I be owned by another person? And what if I break the speed limit while just going out for my morning jog? Will the law of the future even be able to keep up with our coming technological advances, because let's face it... we don't now.
If you are a frequent reader of this blog, (and the answer to that is, you're not,) you might remember when I made an argument a while back that, Sometimes politicians just make sad and useless laws just to justify their jobs. Well in the future, our elected official may not have that problem, because there will be so many new problems cropping up that they won't be able to keep up with even half of them. I mean there are future problems we can't even begin to think about, and they are going to require some pretty hard and fast legislation to prevent society from descending into a scene straight out of Terminator or Ratatouille.
That last movie reference, by the way, was not one of my usually flippant off-kilter jokes. I am serious, in the future humans will most likely possess the ability to give a rat human-level intelligence and Gordon Ramsey-level cooking abilities, (the British accent will cost you extra.) So how in Hell's Kitchen, do we classify such an abomination against God under the law? Is that rat considered human? Does it get all the same rights that are entitled to my newborn grandchild? Would it be allowed to continue cooking or is that a violation of sanitation laws, (even if it frequently washes its little hands?) And if so, is it entitled to equal pay wages? Health insurance? Pension? Death Benefits? (Because rats live on average 2 to 4 years, and can have litters of up to 24 babies at a time.)
Okay, maybe that last example is a little ridiculous. I mean who would ever increase a rat's intelligence level to human proportions... oh wait, that is exactly what humans will probably try to do first. Rats are prime laboratory experiment animals (lab rats if you will) for a few reasons. Not only have they showed a keen ability to learn quickly, but their brain chemistry closely resembles humans. So any experiments made to learn how to increase human intelligence will most likely start on rats, (before they move up to apes and then we're all screwed.) And don't think this isn't going to happen. Humans have proven time and time again, that if it is possible for us to do something (no matter how bad of an idea it is,) we will do it. Everything from the nuclear bomb to disco has made that crystal clear, and humans have been trying to find ways to increase our intelligence since the time of your grandparents. With new genetic techniques, projects launched to map the brain and human genome, and a sizable pharmaceutical industry... it's only a matter of time.
![]() |
| Side Prediction: According to the Droid Regulation Law of 2043, all androids must resemble David Bowie in the creepiest way imaginable. |
So how do you regulate this kind of stuff? Is it fair that the rich will get to afford all these sorts of upgrades to themselves, whether it be robotic or genetic? Is this covered by my health insurance? (Which could really be a whole other blog by itself, because the crazy weird world of HMO's and health care providers will probably either collapse or see a profit boon like never before, under the weight of all the coming advancements. On a side note: I can't even get my Lasic eye surgery covered by health care... so take that into consideration when you ask your representative if they will pay for you to get a higher IQ, stronger muscles, or that third limb you've always wanted.)
However, those are all after market upgrades, what about when you start from scratch? Designer babies are not something of the future, they are something of the present. I know everyone is more preoccupied with arguing over the cuteness of their duck face photos and listening to your New Kids On the Block CD, (or whatever it is you kids listen to these days,) but while you were sleeping and looking at Internet cat pictures, companies like this one, have begun to offer options to parents who want to determine the sex of their baby. The company had even planned to offer more designer options, like hair and eye colors, but pulled the idea at the last minute because I guess someone realized, Holy crap, that's the plot of an Ethan Hawke movie, and I guess the company didn't want to be the first one to venture into a dystopic future plot line. Rest assured though, someone will, and we're going to need laws to govern that bleak gray-and-blue-tinted future.
Think about a world where the rich will be genetically and technologically superior to the poor. Should we just make laws restricting how much genetic modifications the rich can have, or should we pass laws that state all babies born in America must have a standard level of genetic manipulation to weed out diseases and birth defects? You think the argument over welfare is acidic, wait till you have Republicans calling Democrats, "Gene Socialists," but even if we weed out diseases and birth defects, we can still go deeper. What about designing a baby to be a star football player, rock star, scientist, or maybe the perfect soldier? You can start to see the ethical and moral difficulties that might arise.
With the human genome mapped, doctors and scientist will even eventually be able to tell us if our child will be predisposed to being a dancer, a mathematician, or a violent criminal. If a child is born with a genetic imperative to be more violent than others, should we treat it any different? Or should we just put it down Spartan style, because it could be the next Hitler, and move on? Does free will enter into the equation for our little Charles Manson? Should we weed out these tendencies if we can? But aren't they there for a reason?... Go even deeper with this... What if the doctors can tell you if your baby is gay or straight? Would it be right to change that, if you could?... Maybe you're starting to see how complicated this is going to get.
Let's revist the subject of bad dystopian movies, instead this time let's talk Justin Timerblake, because if we discover the Fountain of Not Dying, (which we will,) is it right for the government to make a law preventing extreme age? Would our government dare put a cap on age the same way the National Football League puts a cap on salaries? After all, don't people kind of need to die? Not only would we quickly run out of food, room, jobs, etc, but humanity could very well stop moving forward. Again I turn to Congress, because... well just look at them... They're a bunch of old (mostly) white (mostly) men who are so stuck int their backward Baby Boomer ways that they can't even get off their assess long enough to keep the economy afloat, let alone see the reasonableness of something as simple as gay marriage. However, it is not entirely their fault. With age comes a certain recalcitrance to change or for anything new. Its a natural sort of survival mechanism hard wired into all humans (though in the future we may be able to change that too,) which is why human society needs old people to die so new people with new ideas (who are less afraid of change) can step up and continue driving us forward... but what if we never die? I mean John McCain has been in Congress ever since he fought against the Japanese with Commodore Perry in 1852, so his old ideas still hold power. Yet, is it right to mandate some sort of Logan's Run solution?
Speaking of Congress, that brings up another problem in this whole thing... Congress is terrible at their job. (You had one job!) They can't even make any laws that effectively regulates the sale of firearms, and that technology was invented before the United States was invented. Most officials in Washington barely know how to program their VCR (that they still have for some unknown reason,) let alone know anything about how to make laws that actually deter file sharing, hacking, or the million other problems that dominate the wild west of the Internet. Make no mistake, the Internet is not only here to stay, it will become the end all and be all, so they had better figure out how to get a grasp on it, quickly, or they are going to be left even further behind than they already are. In fact, their inability to keep up with future demands is hindering us right now. Currently the lack of regulation over space transport, means that less private companies are willing to risk creating their own cargo/transport vehicles, because if something happens while a ship is carrying cargo from the ground to the International Space Station, (or some near-future space station or Moon colony,) there are no laws protecting that company in case of an accident. That means if something happens insurance will not help mitigate the loss of the vehicle and cargo, because they are not compelled to, even though they do it now when companies transport hundreds-of-millions of dollars across state and international lines with trucks, trains, planes, and cargo ships.
In the future, we can easily foresee how this trend will continue and Congress' ineptitude and slowness will not only will mean that they get left behind, but that they could potentially hold the rest of us back, as well. As government stands right now they will not be able to meet the demands of the future, (that is not an opinion that is an obvious fact,) which means we may not able to rely on them. I'm not calling for anarchy or any sort of rise to imperialism, but quite the opposite. I am asking us all to remember a quaint old idea called morality... I'll give you a minute as you look it up on Google.
You see, before the invention of laws, (which are a man made invention,) humans had to find other reasons to not kill each other or just generally be total assholes to one another, which is what the Greeks called ethos, or character. A lot of people, especially in America, don't understand that morality and laws are actually different things. When the United States was formed in the 18th century it was unique in the fact that it was founded upon a principal of laws, which at the time was great. It is part of the reason why our revolution was one of the only ones in history that did not swiftly de-evolve into a power struggle between would-be dictators. Unlike Britain, France, Spain, or all the rest, who added rules of law much later after their formation, America had laws and universial rights from the get-go. That meant there was never a time in American history where, we as a people, could not turn to a list of prescribed rules that told us what was right and wrong. Unfortunately, over the past 200+ years that has turned into a mentality of, "If it's not illegal, it's not wrong." You can see how this would be a problem.
Adultery is not illegal, but it sure as hell is immoral. There was a time when owning people as property was not illegal, but you better believe it was immoral. In many states a man who wants to marry another man is illegal, but it is not immoral. You see what I am saying? Now going forward, this attitude of "legal = moral," is going to get us into a lot of trouble, because the gears of Congress (especially this Congress) can be clocked with a calendar, while the gears of progress are clocked with a stop watch. If we continue to equate legality with morality, then nothing will ever be immoral. You want to have a sex-robot that looks like a 12-year old Selma Hayek? You want to clone yourself and keep that spare person alive for body parts? You want to weaponize your dog, (I mean as long as you get the proper gun permits and dog licenses)?
Look at it in terms of today. It is not illegal to Facebook stalk anyone, nor is it even that hard. However, is it right? Personally, I don't think so. In the future where privacy will be an even bigger issue than it is today, I think we are going to have establish our own set of moral standards about what is proper or improper when it comes to Internet stalking (a term which hopefully everyone gets started as negative and as a felony.) as well as many other things... However, that brings us to the next problem, morality is subjective. What I believe, may not be the same as what you believe, which is why we always have so many debates over Pro-Life versus Pro-Choice. That is also why Rick in the Walking Dead winds up having such a hard time, because in his lawless world he must face his own and subjective morality. Without law or religion there is no black and white... I mean, other than the episodes they are airing in black and white on AMC.
Maybe this is what worries me the most. In the future we aren't going to be able to use the whole religion-thing, (where God and Gordon Ramsey says you will burn in Hell if you don't do what's right,) to keep people in line. It will be entirely up to us. Things like laws are comforting because we don't have to think or judge for ourselves about the consequences of our actions. They are like the instruction books that come with Lego sets. You just have to follow what they say, but in a world where the instruction book tells you to how make a dinosaur and you want to make a rocketship, what do you do? I would like to think that we, as humans, will come to understand the destructiveness of our selfish decisions and try to actively take a stance against it, not just publicly, but in our own lives... but I have to be a realist... I am worried. We've lost our sense of right and wrong and put more and more faith in the easiness of paper laws made by less than stellar elected officials. I mean go onto any Internet forum and read the comments, they're not written with any sort of moral imperative (or even basic human decency) in mind. Humanity has lost a lot of its decorum, especially in the face of anonymous technology. From where I am currently sitting, this trend will probably only get worse.
Technology has already outpaced laws and will exponentially continue to do so. Cloning, genetics, nanotechnology, the Internet, and all sorts of new frontiers are waiting for us in the future, but these angels of our advancement do not come without their demons. The examples I gave above are only the most generalized and obvious of them. What happens when we have the ability to start breeding any animal we can think of, extinct or otherwise, do poaching and conservation laws go out the window? Can I hunt a saber-tooth tiger if I am willing to pay for breeding it?.. Even scarier, what if I want to develop a weaponized version of the common cold in my basement, and use it topple governments? How do you stop me?
I know I have asked a lot of questions in this entry (more than in any of the others,) but that is because I don't have any of the answers. In truth, only time will tell the outcome of all this. I want to believe in the positive, but I fear the negative more than anything. I don't want to say laws will become obsolete, but I do believe that in the future the burden of determining what is right and what is wrong will ultimately be placed on our individual shoulders. I would like to say that such a thing shouldn't be considered new or novel, since it is a concept older than the written Bible, but every time I see any of the programming on MTV or TLC, my doubt increases... So maybe, (just this once,) we shouldn't try and look ahead, but instead look back to a time when we let our principles govern us, because if we can use our science to resurrect a woolly mammoth, maybe we need to also use our conscience to resurrect a culture of ethos, before we all go extinct.
March 28, 2013
Nerd Oath
In brightest day and blackest night,
I will keep my nerd flame bright,
To be the sword in the darkness,
To be like Captain Jack Harkness,
To be the watcher on the wall,
With one ring to rule them all.
I pledge to always do my best,
To respect life, choice, and the rest.
May we all live long and proposer,
May we quadrille like a lobster,
May we all learn to fight and cuss,
May the Force always be with us.
To respect life, choice, and the rest.
May we all live long and proposer,
May we quadrille like a lobster,
May we all learn to fight and cuss,
May the Force always be with us.
I pledge to keep my heart young,
And never forget to have fun,
I will fight a Death Eater's curse.
I will always try to shoot first.
I will find a princess to save,
Even when I aim to misbehave.
I pledge to always be myself,
Whether Klingon, Jedi, or Elf.
With dungeon's key, I'll open the chest.
With great power... you know the rest.
With great skills, I'll beat any DC,
But with my Doctor, it's allons-y.
And never forget to have fun,
I will fight a Death Eater's curse.
I will always try to shoot first.
I will find a princess to save,
Even when I aim to misbehave.
I pledge to always be myself,
Whether Klingon, Jedi, or Elf.
With dungeon's key, I'll open the chest.
With great power... you know the rest.
With great skills, I'll beat any DC,
But with my Doctor, it's allons-y.
These things I pledge with all my nerd heart,
I swear my oath to do my part,
To increase awesome, and fight suck,
To fight with bo, sai, or nunchuck,
To always find my dragonball.
This I swear, so say we all.
To fight with bo, sai, or nunchuck,
To always find my dragonball.
This I swear, so say we all.
March 15, 2013
Eddie
![]() |
| Picture courtesy (sort of) of Graham Smith |
The small beams of light tickle as they hit me. I laugh, but the little man just keeps pointing his gun and firing like it’s going to do something. When I reach him, that’s when the fun begins. I grab the small space weapon and I feel it crunch under my fist along with his fingers.
I let go. I didn’t mean to hurt him. I never want to hurt anyone, but I always do. It’s just part of being who I am. You get used to it, I guess, but the guy just keeps crying and screaming about his broken hand. The rest of the bar is starting to look now and the tiny man is on his knees begging me not to kill him.
I don’t do that, at least not anymore.
I let go. I didn’t mean to hurt him. I never want to hurt anyone, but I always do. It’s just part of being who I am. You get used to it, I guess, but the guy just keeps crying and screaming about his broken hand. The rest of the bar is starting to look now and the tiny man is on his knees begging me not to kill him.
I don’t do that, at least not anymore.
I reach down and pick him up by his silvery backpack and toss him through the front the door of the bar. I wouldn’t want JJ getting mad for annoying his other customers. Of course, JJ never gets mad at me. He just gets disappointed, and that’s always worse.
I walk outside and the spaceman is slumped up against the wall of the building across the alley. I hadn’t meant to throw him that hard. He doesn’t look like he’s moving.
I bend down next to him and I hear the door open behind me. “Leave him, sugah. He’ll be fine.”
“He’s not moving,” I say in that lumbering way that seems too slow, even to myself.
Georgia kneels down next to me. When she leans forward to unhook the man’s space helmet, I notice I can see down the front part of her shirt. I look away. I don’t want to be rude.
“He’s only stunned,” says Georgia. She has her fingers on the man’s neck. “He’s still breathing.” She stands up. “For heaven’s sake, Edward, you got to learn to worry less about good-for-nothing-scum like Retro Rocket, here. He deserves a lot worse than this.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt him…” I say, feeling frustrated.
“Don’t give me that bull, sugah. You used to run for the Atello crime family. I’m sure you hurt plenty of people worse than this back in the bygone days.”
“That was a long time ago. I was just doing what I was told to do.”
“Oh, now there, there, don’t get all defensive,” she pats me on the shoulder like a child, but it does feel nice. “I only meant we’ve all done things in the past we regret. Trust me I got enough regrets to fill a grain silo the size of Arkansas. Now, come back inside, sugah.”
I look back at the spaceman.
“He’ll be fine,” she leads me back into the bar by the hand. “He just needs to sleep it off.”
Georgia was right, because when I went out later to check on him, he was gone. He must have flown off using that stupid jetpack of his. She was always right, and she was always decent to me. I like Georgia, but she didn’t seem to like that spaceman. After we went back inside the bar, she said something about how he liked small boys a bit too much. That seemed strange to me. I mean like boys and girls and puppies, though they tend to not like me. I guess I am kind of scary looking.
Georgia was right about something else too. I did used to hurt people, a lot. That was when they called me Two-Ton. I hate that name, but my brother gave it to me. Well, he wasn’t really my brother but we grew up together in the orphanage. We stuck together because we were both born “different.” His real name was Carlos, but most people called him Stone, on account he could turn his body to rock.
Carlos was the smart one. He watched out for me, and told me what to do. We made a group together, that we call The Heavies. We worked for a lot of people and did a lot of bad things, but Carlos always said it was for the best. “We were just earning a living,” he’d tell me, but then he up and died. So, I had to go to work for the Atello family.
Mr. Atello, he liked it when people called him Don but that wasn’t his name, said Carlos was killed by a rival crime family because he was late. At the time I didn’t know what he meant, because I was always late to get to places, and Carlos was always the one waiting on me. I’m very slow. I understood later that Mr. Atello meant Carlos had been killed because he owed some very bad people a lot of money.
So, with my brother gone I had nowhere to go. Mr. Atello gave me a job, but it wasn’t like working with Carlos. The Atelloes didn’t treat me nicely at all. They always called me names, just like the kids in the orphanage used to do. They always wanted me to hurt people too, even to kill people. I did it, but I didn’t like it. Mr. Atello's favorite was when he had me squeeze people till they didn’t move anymore.
It was the only life I knew till I met JJ. The Atello family wanted him to pay something called protection, for his bar, but JJ refused. Mr. Atello said I needed to teach him a lesson, but it was JJ who taught me the lesson. He showed me a better way. I know it sounds kind of sappy, but it’s true. Then he offered me a job. I still have to hurt people sometimes, but usually they deserve it.
I always thought that it’s kind of funny how you get reminded of a thing and then it keeps popping up over and over again in one day. It was like the time when I was telling JJ how much I liked peanut butter and on that same day I found half a peanut butter sandwich waiting for me in the backroom. JJ called it good luck, but today it wasn’t good at all. It was bad, very bad luck.
It happened when I was outside checking people waiting to get into the bar. I have a list of people I am supposed to watch out for. Most of the time I am looking for any villains that have been banned by JJ, but sometimes I have to make sure no one is a superhero or some kind of cop. JJ says letting them in will make the customers nervous, “and when these customers get nervous that’s when things go bad,” he always says, but I’ve messed up a few times. I’m fine with admitting that.
One time I let this gumshoe in because he was dressed up like a giant honey bee or something with a black mask. He started taking pictures for some court case, and when the other customers figured out who he was, they almost killed him. I was able to stop them, but not before they had beat him to a pulp. I had to carry him to the hospital and leave him in the emergency room. I felt bad about just leaving him, but JJ said it was for the best.
Now the list JJ gives me has pictures of the people I am not supposed to let in. It helps. A lot of people try to disguise themselves to look like something else, but I’m really decent at recognizing faces. I hardly ever let the wrong people in these days.
One of those people I’m not supposed to let in is Antonio “The Painter,” Atello. He’s Mr. Atello’s son and he’s a certifiable psychopath. Someone once told me they call him Painter because he likes to paint walls red.
“Well if it isn’t Too-Dumb,” says Painter as he walks up to the door. The two men standing behind him in suits start laughing as if it is the funniest thing they’ve ever heard. I hate that name even more than Two-Ton.
“I’m not supposed to let you in. JJ wouldn’t like it.”
“Forget that old has-been, Eddie. I’ve come to talk to you. My old man’s not feeling too well these days, you know.”
“Mr. Atello is sick?”
“Not sick enough,” says Painter. “I’m next in line to take over the family business…”
“Not if Vinnie the Octopus has anything to say about it,” says one of the men behind him.
"Would ya shut-up,” says Painter. It looks like he is going to hit the man, but instead he puts his arm around me, well as much as he can reach. “Listen, Eddie, I know you and me haven’t always been pals, but I could use a man like you in my new operation. You have a particular set of talents that I always valued. Who knows you might even become a made-man one day, if you play your cards right.”
“I work for JJ now,” I say proud of my new job, but I Painter still make me nervous. Most people called him unpredictable. Sometimes he’d be your best pal, then sometimes he’d be your worst nightmare. You never knew what mood he was going to be in.
“C’mon, it’ll be just you and me, Eddie, all the way to the top, once my old man is out of the picture. In fact, I was hoping you could help with that too. Dear old dad isn’t feeling quite himself, but the doctors say there is a chance he might recover. Now if a certain old disgruntled ex-employee were to pick this moment to exact his revenge…” he put his finger to my chest. “Such an occurrence might all but ensure my place at the top. Once I’m there, I’ll make sure you’ll be there right with me. I promise.”
“I’m done with that kind of work. I don’t hurt people like that anymore…”
“Suddenly you’re going soft on me? Who cares about the old man? Think about it, Eddie, my father’s not a very nice person. He deserves this. Then it’ll be just you and me.”
I hesitate. “I don’t know, Painter…”
“I thought I told you never to come around here.” The door to the bar swings shut and JJ is standing there looking angry. He’s using his cane today because he said the cold weather was making his leg stiffen up.
“Beat it, pops.” Painter laughs. “This is between me and my old friend, here.”
“Edward, I need your help bringing a new keg out from back. Gill broke the handcart again.” JJ looked at me as if he expected me to come inside with him.
I start to move, but Painter puts his arm in front of me. I obediently stop and put my head down. I can’t look at JJ.
“You want to spend the rest of your life working as some sort of glorified doorman in a dive bar that caters to lunatics in costumes or do you want to make something of yourself.” He rubs his fingers together. “I’m talking big cash, Eddie. Stick with me and you can afford the finer things in life.”
“There’s nothing fine about where that life leads. I’m not going to let you bring him back down this path again.”
“What’re you going to do about it, throw a calendar at me?” Painter shakes as if he’s scared, but I think he’s just pretending. Then he starts laughing at JJ. I want to say something, but I’ve never been able to stand up to Painter. He was always so scary.
“You’re a spoiled child who cares more about getting his own way then the consequences of his actions. One way or another that will catch up to you, and I won’t let you drag Edward down with you,” says JJ quietly. His eyes have this look like I’ve never seen before. It makes me feel cold inside.
“Choose your words carefully, old man. I don’t take no disrespect from anyone, especially senior citizens such as yourself. You don’t want to see what I do to guys who cross me. They say I’m crazy, you know.”
“I’ve known plenty of people like you in my day. You claim to like the mayhem, the chaos of it all, but it’s a cover. The truth is that you’d rather burn the world than face it. You’d rather kill your own father rather than confront him. When you come right down to it, you’re nothing but a coward.”
Painter is suddenly angry, so angry that he turns red. “Teach this has-been a lesson.”
One of Painter’s guys takes out a small club and laughs as he walks toward JJ, but he stops laughing when JJ’s cane breaks his teeth. Then even as he’s cursing JJ uses his cane to knock him from his feet. He places the end of it on the man’s chest and presses some kind of button. Painter’s goon screams again, like he’s being shocked by electricity.
“I had this cane built special for…” The gunshot is so loud in the alley that it hurts my ears.
JJ falls to ground, and blood is starting to stain the sleeve of his flannel shirt. I start to move toward him to check if he is okay, but painter’s voice stops me.
“Stay right where you are, Too-Dumb.” He’s still pointing his gun at JJ. “Actually take a few steps back.”
I don’t know what to do. I wish Georgia would come outside, she would know what to do, but she doesn’t. JJ once told me he had the walls of the bar soundproofed so no one outside would be able to hear what was going on inside. I guess it works the other way around too. No one inside heard the gun shot.
I look at Painter. Part of me want’s to rip his head from his shoulders. Instead, I step away from him and JJ. I can’t stand up to Painter. No one ever could.
“That’s a good monster,” he says. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to pay my father a visit and afterwards, I better hear that he ain’t breathing no more. I don’t care if you shoot him or hug him to death, but I want him dead, because if he ain’t…” Painter motions with his gun at JJ. “He will be. Coppice?”
“Stay right where you are, Too-Dumb.” He’s still pointing his gun at JJ. “Actually take a few steps back.”
I don’t know what to do. I wish Georgia would come outside, she would know what to do, but she doesn’t. JJ once told me he had the walls of the bar soundproofed so no one outside would be able to hear what was going on inside. I guess it works the other way around too. No one inside heard the gun shot.
I look at Painter. Part of me want’s to rip his head from his shoulders. Instead, I step away from him and JJ. I can’t stand up to Painter. No one ever could.
“That’s a good monster,” he says. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to pay my father a visit and afterwards, I better hear that he ain’t breathing no more. I don’t care if you shoot him or hug him to death, but I want him dead, because if he ain’t…” Painter motions with his gun at JJ. “He will be. Coppice?”
“No…”
“I’m not playing.” He takes a step toward JJ and cocks the gun. “That first bullet just grazed him. I won’t miss a second time. You know I don’t miss, or at least your old friend knows I don’t miss… What was his name, Juan?”
“Carlos?”
“That’s it. He was in some heavy debt to us. Normally we’d just break a guy’s legs if he owed us that much money, but with your buddy’s powers my father thought it was just better to cut our losses and make an example out of him.”
“You killed Carlos?” I look at JJ still lying on the alley pavement and I think about what it felt like to lose my brother. I don’t want to lose JJ too. They say I’m slow to do most things and that includes getting angry, but not this time. I feel my fists tighten so hard that they’re shaking. Suddenly, it starts to get hard to see anything else but Painter, and I don’t feel afraid of him anymore.
I don’t think he even notices as he keeps talking. “My first shot took your friend in the head. He never even saw me. I couldn’t give him the chance to turn into that rock form of his, now could I? Now, I’m going to do the same to your new boss, unless…”
I run at Painter and now it’s his turn to be scared. He points his gun at me and starts firing. The bullets tickle as they hit me. I ignore them. I am usually so slow, but now I move faster than even I thought I could. I grab the gun and most of Painter’s hand. I squeeze till I hear something break and he starts screaming. It’s the second time I’ve broken someone’s hand that day, but this time I don’t feel so bad. I toss him against the alley wall with a yell. Part of the brick crumbles when he hits.
His last goon in the suit drops his own gun and holds up his hands. “I weren’t thinking of doing nothing,” he says as he helps up the man JJ took down. Together they run off down the alley leaving Painter where he is.
“Are you okay, JJ?” I ask JJ as he stands up.
“It’s a scratch.” He picks up his cane. “Take your friend over there and put him in the dumpster behind Constantine’s Bakery on the corner of 8th and Helios. It’s owned by Vinnie the Octopus. I’m sure he’ll be very interested in the discovery one of his employees makes tonight when they go out back to dump the stale bagels.”
“Okay, JJ.”
“And, Edward,” he hesitates as he opens the bar door, “hurry back. I still need help with that keg.”
March 8, 2013
Suceeding at Seceding
I know I am a little behind on all of this, but I have recently come across a few facts that have brought the debate of secession into new light for me. If you don't what I am talking about, or if you have forgotten about the issue (because it was from a few months ago, and let's face it, in today's world your memory is only as long as it takes to click a hyperlink or set a microwave,) I am talking about the rather stupid and short-sighted temper tantrum that many Americans threw after the re-election of President Barrack Obama. There was a sudden rush on secession petitions as if they had just gone on sale at Wal-Mart. Everyone in America started signing petitions to secede from the Union, (because that has worked so well in the past.) Speaking of the past, you can revisit it by checking out this article, on the issue I am discussing.
However the truth of the matter is that even if they were serious, most attempts to secede would fail miserably even without government intervention. States like Louisiana and others rely more on the Federal government than most people realize. Without the yearly influx of cash that the Louisiana receives from Washington every year, their poverty problem would quickly spiral out of control and the new country of Louisiana would be bankrupt within months of declaring its independence. However this is not true of all sates signing petitions. In fact it turns out that my state, New Jersey has a pretty goo chance of not only succeeding as its own country, but maybe even flourishing.
Now, during this unadulterated hoopla of moronic fervor my own state, New Jersey, had more than 10,000 signatures on a petition to secede. Now that may seem like a lot, but take into account that the population of New Jersey is almost 8.9 million people. At the time I didn't pay much attention to this display of idiocy because I knew it was just people being people being reactionary. As Newton said for every action there is an equal but opposite overreaction. (I think that was Olivia Newton.)
So let's for a minute do a thought experiment and investigate the state of the new nation of New Jersey. Now, of course to buy into this, we need to suspend a little bit of disbelief, logic, and the fact that if NJ tried to leave the Union we would be swarmed immediately with death drones raining destruction from on high, (because the United States is a lot like the mafia or a college fraternity, once you're in, the only way out is through drone strikes or alcohol poisoning.) So let's ignore those factors for now and just look at the straight up facts.
New Jersey pays more into the Federal budget than it gets out. For instance, in 2005 New Jersey paid $77 billion dollars to the Federal government and only received $55 billion back. That means that (on average) for every dollar of NJ tax money that got sent to Washington the state only received $0.61 back. It's the largest Federal tax disparity of all the states in the Union. When it comes to the Federal funds, NJ, as of 1981, has never been higher than 48th in rank of Federal per capita spending, with the majority of the time NJ ranking 50th in the US. That means we tend to be last in consideration for any sort of Federal money, (apparently even for hurricane relief.) Yet, along those lines, NJ has one of the highest tax burdens in the nation, partially due to the fact that Federal Tax liability is not adjusted to New Jersey's higher cost of living.
This actually means that if New Jersey were to become its own country, the NJ government would have more money to use for its budgeting, and could set fairer and more balanced tax laws that better represent the average New Jerseyan instead of the average American, (who right now is standing in a field in Iowa.) This of course seems good on the surface, but on the flip-side the government will need that extra money to fund matters of the new state, such as printing money, military defense, and of course the NJ Space Program, (NJASA,) all things typically handled by the Federal government. So, for now, let's just say the gain is detracted by the new costs and it roughly equals out to about the same.
Now we need to take a look at how Jersey, as a new independent nation, would stack up against the world. The results are surprising:
Area: New Jersey would be a relatively small country in terms of land mass with only 8,721 square miles., but not the smallest. It would rank as the 152nd largest country coming in as only a few miles smaller than Belize (8,867 sq mi), but still larger than El Salvador (8,124 sq mi.). It also means that we are still bigger than countries such as: Trinidad and Tobago (1,980 sq mi), Jamaica (4,244 sq mi), Kuwait (6,880 sq mi), Israel (8,020 sq mi), and (ironically) Jersey (45 sq mi) (Our original UK island namesake)
Population: Despite our small size new Jersey has a population of 8,864,590, which means we have roughly 1189 people per square mile. That is the highest population density in the US. As an independent county, that means we would be the 91st most populated country, falling between Azerbaijan (9,235,100) and just inching out Burundi (8,749,000). There are more people living in New Jersey today than there are people living in Denmark (5,602,628), in Finland (5,432,100), in Norway (5,075,100), and in New Zealand (4,458,500)... We have better food too.
Gross Domestic Product: New Jersey's current GDP is $497,000 per year, which is the 7th highest in the nation. If we were independent it would mean we would be ranked 23rd in the world with a GDP higher than Iran (488,300,) but not higher than Norway (499,800.) Of course this number can't be accurately predicted because the very act of becoming an independent country would send our GDP into flux according to the market and either devalue or increase the value of our exported products. By the way, we have a lot of exported products.
![]() |
| Pictured Above: 8 illegal immigrants to the Nation of New Jersey. They will have to be captured and sent back to the US. |
We also have vast tracts of agriculture in the state (more than even the average New Jerseyan realizes,) and that make us one of the second highest exporter of blueberries in the United States. We are also third in cranberries and spinach, and fourth in bell peppers, peaches, and head lettuce. New Jersey also harvests the fourth-largest number of asparagus acres in the US. We are also the only place to get Jersey Tomatoes and Jersey Corn.
However, our biggest export (you may be surprised to hear) is refined petroleum. NJ has the largest oil refinery industries outside the Middle East. We also have one of the largest pharmaceutical industries in the United States. Jersey also has success exporting jewelery, airplane parts, perfumes, and printed books.
Now, I am not advocating seceding, in fact I would recommend against it. First off it is treasonous, and illegal. I have always considered myself an American citizen before a New Jerseyan and nothing will change that. Also, New Jersey only has 9000 National Guardsmen. In any sort of meaningful conflict with the United States Army, we would probably get stomped flat, but it's fun to think about what the country of New Jersey would be like. It would probably be a rough transition at first, but once we settled down everything would actually turn out fine, at least until the New Jersey Civil War breaks out between North and South Jersey.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)

























