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They've got their heads inside the echo chamber. There seems to be no hope that they will snap out of it. Don't get victimized by them, don't approach them with a counter-narrative while they are in the throes of the trance. They chant who they hate. They all agree, in unison, as if that makes lies true. And they pander to all worst case conjecture as long as it conforms to the on-message narrative that they dare not reject because they craft a world with this, weave the thin threads of lies into a giant tapestry of false narrative and accusatory talking points. They know how to bully.

Aren't you glad that they are just a fiction and their their minds can be touched, at any time, and become aware of the cesspool into which they have dove, having dived, having been dived upon by mosquitoes of delusive narrative while in an induced state of ejubbulation, brought about, no doubt, by the infamous, if only mythological, pill-pot, used within the derisively named pill-pot scrum, at the place of (political) emergence which, in some languages, translates into bawdy talking, a joke which the linguist may not have understood was being played upon them by the more clever than them , 'natives'.

More Conjecture

Yes, Snowflake Anthropology, it's a useful topic for bawdy, ribald fictions. Drink up! You never know what delusions are on tap at the Amillia Pub.

 
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Constitutional Crisis?

What crisis do they think it is? That the Constitution might start to be enforced for a change?


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June 6, 2017

You never know what delusions are on tap at the Amillia Pub.


 
 
 
   Hollow theories
   The hollow theories
   of hollow people.
   
   In fact, there are no 'hollow people'
   what they don't show you,
   you don't know.
   They may seem 'hollow'
   they may act 'evil'
   but, in fact, you are not their judge
   or jury
   in the court of final judgement.
   It is not for you to bloat their name 
   from the Book of Life.
   
   Hollow theories.
   the hollow theories of those who then seem to be
   hollow people, but we know that therer is only
   hollow behavior, or
    paganism: interaction without regard
    for morality.
    
  There are only hollow theories
  about hollow people.
  No hollow people actually have ever been proven to exist.
  
  In the end what does anyone know
  about the empty spaces of void
  within what seems to be a person
  but doesn't display significant behaviors
  that marks them as a moral creature.
  
  If you can't see the mark
  doesn't mean that the mark exists.
  You could only say, if it were true about
  hollow people (in some sense)
  that you can say you can see them
  as not hollow. They clearly show
  as being not hollow.
  They never would or should be marked as 'hollow'.
  Maybe juveniel?
  maybe stunted?
  Maybe alternative behavior.
  
  in the end
  it's those who make the lists and say
  hollow, hollow are you and you are now a special case
  marked for a certain kind of treatment
  against your liberty.
  those who make lists of others who they deem to be the 'less than' crowd,
  the 'hollow' or 'soul less'.
  
  If there were hollow people it is only for . . . to ascertain (I leave out The Name).
  If there were hollow people you must always imagine the idea of hollow people
  as being a hollow theory.
  I can't see how full you are. It's a dry gorge. It's hollow.
  When the rain comes
  the gorge will flood.
  better not be standing there when that happens.
  How would you get over there?
  You'd have to be standing there anyway
  saying
  this is a dry gorge
  I'm safe here where there used to be a rage rapid
  and a waterfall in full flood.
  It's dry here. I can stand here forever.
  
  But when it rains 
  way up stream
  thus it breaks
  your hollow dream
  
  When the gorge of someone else's emptiness
  floods in full
  with the rage of torrents,
  don't be standing around saying 
  "what a hollow fool is he,
  I'll stand where ever I F-in wanna stand."
  
  
  Hollow theories.
  the poeple, they never really are.
  If it seems to be empty
  maybe it's a channel
  when the rainy season comes.
  Maybe it's a waterfall
  a sight for sore eyes in a dessert.
  
  No person
  is actually a wasted-land,
  with deep river ravines burrowed down in it,
  gorges flowing in rivulets with sudden drop offs,
  no person is actually that
  in the physical world.
  but in my cavernous view of others
  I see these hollow spaces
  seeming to be void
  no flow within,
  no insight,
  no hidden concept,
  no secret message coded in ancient symgbologies
  no special meaning for the special people
  no free pass to the all-night fun-room arcade and bardo
  no runs left on, no more hits, no more errors,
  and not another man on base . . .
  
  there are no hollow poets.
  perhaps there are hollow poems
  like the inside of a crystal structure
  deep within a cave
  hydrologic processes carved it out
  the volcanoes spewed up their magmatic energies
  and thus we have these crystal things
  gigantic in mind
  where it seemed to have been hollow
  how could it have been formed?
  
  This giant bubble that we call awareness?
  How could it have been formed?
  Seemingly hollow,
  it's filled up
  with you
  reading this
  and wondering
  where does this idle poet
  get his idle hours
  to spew out this bubble web
  of hollowness?
  
  
   
   



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Headlines

Work on what has been spoiled

The ongoing situation

Supporint the on-going anticorruption efforts seems a priority. The constant slanders against our president continue. Some rumors include . . .

But I'm not interested in spreading rumors. What is news? That congress is holding on to a secret memo that details aspects of (alledged) efforts of . . . to . . . in a grand and slanderous fashion. Other rumors in clude . . .

And here is a priority: to support the on-going anti-corruption efforts which are necessary to smoke the foxes out of the chicken-coups of public governance (chicken coups of public governance)

Strange times. I hear the president needs to know that we have him in our hearts and prayers. of course we do. And those who are working with him. And we (I) know that he's a good guy and working with good people to clean up a great big mess that was an intentional defilement of the offices and stature of our nation.

here is another important point: the team involved with the delivery of the special requests for appearance, that kind that you can't refuse, does not want to jump the gun with the announcements concerning these aspects. As well they would like the public, at large, to have amuch wider understanding of what crimes might be possible. But it's very very dark. So many people are having a hard enough time dealing with the day to day gloom of defeated people walking around like zombiess and blaming other people for the individual pain felt, but it can't be their fault. I'm divigating.

Crimes so horrible that when people hear of them they loose sleep over it, and demand justice. That is what is alledged in some of these rumors.

The MSM is full of paid for liars for the cause of them getting paid. And if that funding is cut off, then a lot of the manufactured 'dissent' ought to also tapper down.

Logical and civil opposition is a tradition of American politics. That has always been the expectation.The problem that the liberal lie-writers (those who write their 'on-message narratives' is that those liars, having lived in the lap of the privledge of being a ward of teh ancient corruption, didn't really know anyone real, or deal with real pepole. They were raised in a bubble and fed marxist lies as education. And so they couldn't possible comprehend that after the election is over, and the Repbulican wins, or the Democrat wins, that they all go home and have a good meal, watch TV together, and then go to bed. And some of them slip away and cannoodle together. Because when they love you at the house because you are part of the family they don't care at all if you are a D or an R. And that is a fact in america for real Americans. So the manufactured hatred between the two groups, that shows up as a literary fiction in comments sections where ever chat bots are spawned off into, the young don't care about party affiliation. That was always a fiction and everyone always knew it was a fiction. In the mall, at the lunch counter, outside the library, along the avenue, camping along the Santa Anita River . . .If you are full of shit about politics they over look that flaw in you and love you anyway. And maybe don't even care to know if you are dem or repub

The propaganda war rages on. I think that those who side with truth and against propaganda of retchid dividers, those who side wiht justice, those who side with Liberty and Freedom of political expression: they, we, will succeed.

when it really is time to clean up the broken glass, most people are up for the task. They want safer environment for their families and communities. If we have to get the people motivated, we try to help them overcome obsticles so that they will be able to succeed too. For example in Orange county upwards of 500 people who have been living in a three mile long tent city, along a bike path along a dry river, are being evicted by the local authorities. It's a public health emergency with the Hepititis scare in that region, so the local authorities are enforcing the laws about public camping.

None of the social service people who go down there to help those homeless people find new localles is going to be asking about the poltical affiliaton of those who they seek to help. And if they did, they might face a civil rights law suit, and be accused of descrimination. That is America. Not the fiction of the 'on-message narrative' writers who are cuckold to the ancient corruptions, and fully piable willing liars for their overlords and masters.

So, ya, strange time. Nothing is going to be let go as far as the horid crimes go. If there were horid crimes . . . as has been alledged, those responsible, the narrative goes, are about to be exposed and charged. That is the narrative.

Yes that is the narrative. And the obvious fraud of the false-talking-point writers is now so widely known, and that cartel has been so throughly discredited that their crimes will be exposed and the frauds that they put forward will be revealed, and very much will be made correct, restitution as part of it too, is the expectation and a great big peace dividend as technologies held in culmony are made public, because they were essentially developed with public funding and then stolen by the cartel companies, the narrative continues.

That includes all kinds of cool supertech/futuretech/ancient space alien tech. But we get to the incredulous part. And some of the posters of this kind of narrative do go to that whole whole-earth lumarian , highly evolved lemurs theory of ancient aliens, whihc is a narrative that most pepole rejects as fiction.

I am compelled to remind those who present conjecture as possible explanation of events that including the spiritual or the metaphysical explanation must be coupled with a non metaphyscial explanation that follows all the rules of logic, and also the laws, as we know them, of science. As well it ought to follow the basic rules of human interactoin. That is the part that makes so much of what the deviders publish so obviously fraudulent: they present charactures of real pepole behaving very very badely, and then create other charactatures who do battle with them. And they try to create conflict where there is none. Here is a clue third-world lurid tail writers (tatoo your reptile tail) lurid tale writers: if a white guy and a black guy in America disagree about politics they probably already knew that they would and they get along about everything else, so they have beer, smoke a joint, play some music, and talk about something else. It's not like it is back in your hellhole home where you keep the subjects as slaves. We don't have that here. and we actually care about pepole even when we have nothing in common with them. Because it is not about being an American. It's about being human. That's the way most people are everywhere if you let them. Or, you can do your whole domminance and supremacy bit and foment war and try to cause people to hate each other to give you soe sense of power. And who is really doing this? Well, revelations are that there have been ongoing divide and conquor efforts, by operators who have infiltrated our our government. That is the narrative. So maybe the statement that "if he wins we all . . . " was a kind of prophecy on her part. If you need to ask 'her who' then please find something else to read.

I was good with the idea of her just retiring quietly. But I guess that cartel or moiety, who paid for all of these cuckold to the ancient corruption to be, excuse me for using the term, 'groomed', for the position of secret master of the universe susceptible to the special sign/signal dominance transmission of submission: they get people to do what they want them to do through blackmail and intimidation is the narrative.

It takes time to make a good case. Sometimes in these issues timing is everything. Clearly it's time for people to read 'the memo'. Seth rich, michael hastings, Sean Collier, the thousand killed on n/11, all those people in Las Vegas , all of the dead of Syria, Libya, Eygpt, Yemen, and other places where the unholy alliance of cuckolds of the ancient corruption . . . mongered for dominance and met with opposition and went on a rampage of killing at the behest of . . . ? ? ? for the good of? ? ? to 'get the population problem under control???'

The portriot that these on-line presentations of 'intellegence drops' present, and their supporting narrative implies that . . . there were horific things in store for the world had the election gone to the loser. They make her out to be the incarnation of the worst kind of lurid pigish betrayer that is possible. Could anyone really be that horrible? Is this jumping the shark on the deep-state-take-out propaganda? Time will answer these questions.









Bad Jokes . . .

the old standby joke: what to do in case of a nuclear attack: put your head between your legs and kiss your . . . goodbye.

Worry about such things doesn't help you or anyone.

Work on what has been spoiled. But what about those who pretend that there isn't a problem?

If the forest service gives you fair warning about the impending erruption of the nearby volcano (Mt St Helens, was it 1980?) then who is at fault if the worst that can happen does? It's not about the government or authority. It's about the actuality of nature and how it really behaves. One volcano will destroy you suddenly. Or you will live through it and mourn for the dead. Let's hope for a third case, which should be for most things, adn the result of most events: the third case, the most importan6t and constant case: everyone lives through it and thus no one needs to mourn for any victims of the non-event. Like what happened in Hawaii. It was a not-happening. Maybe it was someone thinking 'hey, this is funny'. Or it was some psychotic finger on the button guy (unlikely) who 'pushed' the tizzy-switch. Everyone, OK, tell that old stock joke about kissing your . . . good bye. The punchline that was a non-punchline back in the early 1980's when that nuclear thing was a-hanging low: what are we all going to do, get in our cars and get on rt 3 north to New Hampshire? No, it wasn't going to matter. If it ever got that far, being 36th, we were told, on the 'this place is going to be destoryed -o- mometor' our town, not in a wilder way, was going to be 'blown up to hell and gone'. But that ended up being one of the third choice: that no , it didn't actually happened. We never had a nuclear event of that sort back in the early 1980s.

There were two nuclear events that did happen, and they were rather dire, back in the 1970's and 1980s: Three Mile Island, in Harrisberg, PA area. Cherynobel, a reactor of the old Soviet (and that's not an old-timesy folk-rockabilly band).

Work on what has been spoiled. The first thing a hotelier needs to do to get his staff to make a place sanitary for public inspection and eventual guests is to identify the problem. Permission to speak freely ought to be the rule for bosses and head directors, presidons, and other strange creatures of upper management. We ought not censor the one who is acessing the fate of things at that hotel chain, club Hell? Or something else? If it's a hellhole, then they say it's a hellhole, or a different type of hole it be, the other kinds. A house of that. A mouth like that. A person with that as their main feature: to give out the hell for anyone with whom they disagree. Instead of hearing the message, they pretend to a fowl message. This does not help.

The first step is to recognize that it is something that has been spoiled. It has become a hellhouse (not a hell house but a s__thouse). If you don't see it that way, then you don't rush for the bleach and the hazmatt suit. If governance is at the point of being so poison as to need a hazmat suit, then we are in a sad situation indeed. If you disagree with his choice of words, at least you can understand his emphatic request for a mop and bucket, a cup of bleach and a few gallons of water. Or how about cleanup robots, that spray the sidewalks with bleach like they have to do in San Diego now because it's turned into a hellhouse. Well, not a hellhouse, a s__thouse. It's Choloric. antiseptic activity is required.

Or the place should be abandoned. You can't do that to a whole country? The reason that you would 'take in' people from such countries is simple: to help them. But is it better to do something else instead? to give them the bleach and the mops? But then maybe someone says 'oh you busy bodies, imposing your theories on antiseptic livestyle upon a foreign nation. What if we say 'you can come and visit but only after you clean up your own room. But they are not our children ad we are not their parents and the interaction doesn't have a sitcom quality parent child explanation of events. We live in the real world.

Let's choose the third case

The third case is the boring non-click-bait story. In the third case story there are not casualties. There is no sense that anyone ever felt any sesne of peril. Whatever harmful event might have occured was mitigated quickly, if any such possibility even existed in the first place. Management will be notified. The situation will be handled. And if it were somethign caused by some unknown players, or whatever (whateva?) then they will be added to the watch list, and life will go on as normal.

The third boring case, about which no spy movie is ever made. The giant icecle of doom hanging over the heads of the citizens is removed before it ever became an issue. threats are noticed. Most of the times it is found to be nothing, but just caution of the watchers. If real peril is possible, the third solutin says 'this is a nothing.' It is not even a burger. It isn't even a burghar. Well, if it is a scoffing burghar, as novelettically this kind of creature is possible in a story, if not in the real world (like the Barrymoore character in Its a Wonderful Life), if such a creature is possible, and such a creature is out to do harm, the third solution is that they do not succeed. And they are known. And they are not allowed to keep being creeps and stealing. But that kind of person is a fiction, correct? I say yes such a person is actually a fiction and no such ultimately evil person even does exist but if they did . . . and there were heroes of the unknown who fight for the comic book ending of everyone is safe and supermensch catches all the fallacies before they ever get published, and there are no misspellings, and there are so many edits that its all perfect, and all inequality is solved forever just from the words. How far fetched.

So the better solution: if the road is icey, it is salted and made safe before anyone gets hurt. If the icecle hangs above the halls of governnace, it is removed safely so that non of the halls and walkways that the people need to be safe ever come under any kind of architectural distress from falling ice.


Jan 14, 2018



Montecito

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An old proverb:

Those who say do not know. Those who know do not say.



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where does the time go?
I wish I could say
but I never really know.

It's so dumb, though
they say they love you
the storm is coming
now they say you can't stay.
Pick up the phone.
Isn't anybody home?
I'm here alone
and the car won't start.

The third dream is the one she'll tell
scented candles and a 
big bay window
where does the time go
she says she know
but she just can't say.

Pick up the phone
isn't any body home
I'm here alone.
and I'm locked out side.

The next thing I'm driving away.
I'd charged up the car and drove down the long drive way
the car slid and slided along
but I was alright
just singing this song.

It's so dumb though.
He pretends to be humble
He doesn't know what
he just won't say.
He'd pick up the phone
but he's not there alone
He's not just high, not just stoned on a bone.

If you're going up
to forgiveness farm
better not go
if you're going to carry on.
If you've got all
kinds of mean thngs to say 
don't go there
any day.


In Wicked Need of an Edit

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Political and Media Inanity
by Truck-u-later

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

Work on what has been spoiled.

If you have to spray bleach, you have to spray bleach.

have to?

Or have unsanitary areas.

Read the hexegram.

蠱 work on what has been spoiled


Jan 14, 2018

tell us how you really feel . . .

. . . well . . . Truck-you-later!




delight in the delete.




Dude
you wrecked my truck!
you got it stuck
on a highland sholder
perched atop a bolder
at a mountain pass
you'd stomped on the gas
and went rolling over
the mountain clover
in a mountian pass
stomping on the gas
at three AM
in the blizzarding wind
in the blizzarding wind
in the bilzzrding wind

At 3:15 the cell phone rang
it was your boss telling you you've gotta come in
the storm took down at least 33 polls, 
and that's the story, just how it goes.
You said no way I'm stuck up here
my green bean buddy is full of fear
he says I got him stuck by jamming a gear
So we can't be coming anywhere near.

Dude
you wrecked my truck!
you got it stuck!
perched atop a blouder
near the mountain clover
by the mountain pass
you'd stomped on the gass
and popped the gear
which we had to hear
the tires chirpping loud
the metal scraped the ice
and it shrieked out loud
and then you hollared thrice
"Dude, you wrecked my truck! . . . "

At 4 AM the cell phone rang again
it was the boss saying we gotta come in
how much sooner or longer will it be?
Did you get my call at quarter past three?

In twenty minutes he was calling again
You said what's his problem, he's been phoning it in.

At 3 Am
in the blizzarding wind
in the blizzarding wind
in the blizzarding wind












Remember the Sultana!

April 27, 1865

The Sultana. from image free to use. The original image is in the public domain. This has been modified and so it is not public domain. you are free to make one like this by finding the original image and doing your own transforms on it. So . . . it's all good., 2014 © APC ditto, 2014 © APC The Sultana. transformed image ditto 2014 © APC ditto 2014 © APC © 2016 © 2017 ©




  Praise     Praise     Praise
   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord
  for his    for his    for his
 unfailing  unfailing  unfailing
   love!      love!      love!



  well, little else now.

Bill writes all these columns.

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The Right Column

Blizzard

is over




MERRY
Blizzard



Jan 5, 2018




Somethings never change
nothing need stay the same
ah, but on a website the constant change is kind-of the point . . . 

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My moonie moon moon . . . 

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A butterbean, because the baby likes them. Buy a, poppa, poppa, The people said.

A butterbean,
a butterbean
because their good
because their good
and the baby likes them.
You're the best dad
anybody every had.

My daddy's
really strong
and he's never wrong.
dude!
Buy a . . .
Father,
dad,
something different for me.
Poppa
pagga
Poppa
pagga
Poppa
pagga

A bob'n'bob dad!
You're the best dad
any body ever had
It's always a special day
when you're coming my way
when I think of you
I can't be sad.
But it's making me sad.
My dad had.
Like my dad had.
and it's making me sad.

Poppa 
pagga
can you pay?
Won't you come around
on Christmas day?
Poppa
pagga
A bob'en-in' dad
You're the best dad
anybody every had.

Baloppa daught dad . . .

Derrick dreaming lyrics
at the dance rave.

My moon said to your moon
"reason escapes me
let's not take too long
to resolve these serious issues"

Your moon said to my moon
"Reason dictates
that  I suggest you
have a nice show. 
Now I'm going to dance over here."

My moon
danced off
and forgot all about your moon.

no issues really ever needed
to be resolved.

After that Derrick never went
to another dance race

. . . only four weeks from today . . .

East Woodstock, CT,  Dec 22, 2006, Copyright 2006, 2010

Mertle and a Red house Christmas! This house is in East Woodstock, Conneticuit. Photo taken Dec 2006

The raging ocean at Bear's Neck, Rockport, Massachusetts, during a NorEaster.  Jan 5, 2010, Copyright 2010
oh how the sea will rage in a Cape Ann Nor'Easter

Don'cha know my mommy needs ya?
Don'cha know my grand da needs ya?
Doe own't leave my grandma needy.
Half way back from Sausa-lee-ta
Dough ount leave my dear mother alone.


snow


don't you know my momma needs ya?
have way home from Sasulita
California rain, and thunder rolling.


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    Rain
    Mist
    Snow
    

 


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Praise the Lord!

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Poem Shards

just who reads, who writes these poems?
off a mountain road the poet roams
but only in a poem.

Realizing that the empty 
is empty
and not needing anything there.

just who shows up and for what?
I'm lonely or am alone or what does it matter?
driving off towards the nothing
walking along the nowhere path
up high
sure, it's a pretty view
but seen it, done it, jaded, back to the air port
he flew
his fantasy of happy vacation was through.


The deep snow.

The deep snow. She doesn't know how deep. She didn't think about it. Depth of snow no one know in rills and hollows where you shouldn't go when the storm is fierce and the night is cold even you shouldn't be so bold. poem is from 2012 short story titled Blizzard Baby The morning light is hued in cold awareness. Warming in the sun the bunny explores the snow covered lawn. The tracks melt by mid morning. Bunny doesn't know what the song means, anyway. This giant bubble that we call awareness? How could it have been formed? Seemingly hollow, it's filled up with you reading this and wondering where does this idle poet get his idle hours to spew out this bubble web of hollowness? 🚦 🚧 🚨 🚩 🚪 🚫 🚬 🚭 🚮 🚯 🚰 🚱 🚲 🌛 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . . 🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛 Sprongg . . . onng . . . ongg ga Her tired morning seems more like poetry than anything you can find on a blog. Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Tree Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Dog 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 Woof and woe🌝 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 Space Ship snowman floats off towards Billy Perilli, writer of all of the things on this blog. 🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛

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Coders Edge

Code Review

Purpose of such a review?

I would take new work, but I don't know how to get back into the job market.

I've got these ideas about . . . and if I tell you I won't actually do it.

to be said in a robot voice, with a sound effect quality from the 1990's: "Bitcoin is crashing, crashing"

But who am I to talk? I used to collect stamps.

I read in an article that people make upwards of $100,000.00/month running a . . . drum roll . . . MineCraft (TM) server. The article was about how three students at Rutgers . . . invented the world's worst computer varmint (mole? weasle? worm? viris?) so that they could take down rival MineCraft servers. It's a real story.

I don't do MineCraft, but I do minetest, an open source version of the same thing. I think such 'infinite world' topography simulators and gameish environments are a very lot of fun. I tend to use the world builder commands and loving the stack and stack2 commands (stack2 is the most useful). But really minetest could go to a higher place if they would . . . and I have a list of different ideas that would need to be better presented. Think like Einstein: don't just map in 3-D. Don't just allow only six directions. Allow for other orientations. Allow for importing in fragment matrices to use as templates (that is kind of . . . what the saves are.) have a better sand box. The pieces are all there, you jsut have to allow for rotation of elements and also that htey need not conform to having to live within that particular matrix.

In life, as in video games, it's better to avoid the battle. In a video game if you 'like' the battle, well, that is your thing. In the real world if you like the battle, you might not be suited as a peacemaker, but instead maybe a pretty good football player, some kind of wise quarterback.

I like playing minetest without having to fight off the dragons. But the dragons still show up occasionally. I'm doing something like building stairs between the levels, or stacking glowing bricks into a pyramid, and the figgging dragon shows up and starts shooting me with fire. How annoying. It's just a process, really. So, instead of a 'kill', one instead can defeat this . . . .creature of the game by blocking it in (so it can't move and withers away. OR. You lay down a couch and sit in it. The dragon will attack, but the couch always restores all your health, so the attack has no effect. As long as you have an adequate weapon, you just sit there with your finger on the hit button, or tapp it repetiviely, and eventually the dragon will die. Yet a third way is to remove the dragon mod, and then it won't show up any more but they are cool when they don't attack, so I leave them in the game. Plus if anyone breaks into my world (how could they?) and wants to hang around they'll have to face dragons (but I don't network my worlds, though I could, couldn't I).

I like blender better for precision. It would be awesome if there were a blend of minetest and blender (a single application) minetest-blender-neverball-civ-browswer. Each block with 6 faces can have 6 different feeds . . .

On anohter note: it is said that quantum computing will disrupt the whole crypto chain dream-space and the byte-con (byte-console?) bit-cion (bye coin?) phenomena. A few years ago I heard how gold can be faked in many different ways and that even getting a slapped coin didn't really mean that you actually had the real thing. That sounds a bit paranoid, but . . . buyer beware. Seriously if you are just starting to by metal today, thinking that bitcoin is crashing, you probably are just a desparate person anyway, unhappy in any case, and one who doesnt' plan well for storms and rain. It's going to rain sometimes. If it's a storm, that is why there are root sellers. Root-kit sealers? Nave sealers? Face-crock sellers? ROOT Cellars. Where you go when there is a tornado. Other than that you can hunker in and pray.

Yes, I think that bitcoin mining is interesting, but a far better use of a hybirdized processor array video system, with very many cores, a better use: is design. Design of scenes. Design of toy-things. Design of video game objects. Website design. For the lookup and presentation of complex data. But not just for that but actually do that with it. You have a super computer that can do it well, and instead you heat your house and mine bit coin and waste a very lot of electricity for something, that as soon as the quantum computers are actually annonced, something that won't be worth that much anymore if it['s all just cracked, first thing, but willful operators and their spiffy new cmputer system. My guess is that someone might already have them and the only reason they haven't done it yet is . . . they are just being nice.

hey, I don't know how block chain works. Maybe it will stand up to the test of dysruptive technologies such as quantum computers? I don't really know. So if you know that your purchase is a good one, and it's not just a way to launder your crooked money, or to try and hedge against the meanness of the cartel world, then go pay your 10000 dollars per bit coin, which used to be 10 cents when it first started. I've been wrong about commodities in the past. But at least if you buy a box of silver eagles, for about 10,000 american dollars (Ampex today), at least then you actually have a box of silver. Better would be a box of Rhodium.

If you could convert all of that to Rhodium, how much would that be worth: approximately 500 ounces of Rhodium! That would be a very very lot.

Now I'm just plugging my Spaceship Snow man fable, that I add to every year starting in November, or so, and post it during hte Christmas and giving season. And in the stoyr the guy who owns the giant carosel place, in the piney-marshlands of the Piney place (NJ what exit?) had invested in bitcoin back in the day and got it all out and took delivery in silver wire (which he purchased from a place in Bergan County, in view of the bridge)

But later, after the storm that hit suddenly just the week before Christmas, when all the lights came on for all the stuff and he didn't know how, he did a test on his wire, because he's got all the rock-shop gear (he is a rock-head. They called him Geometry Bob, back in the day, when he was in it). It was stupid to take deliver all in silver plates. but he figured betst thing he could power up all the gear that he also purchased (first from china) and set up on the turned over Ferris Wheel (that was a Ferris/Tesla hybird. In this fiction Tesla and Ferris are buddies, secret buddies, and Ferris was working secretly with Tesla behind the backs of the cartel, but isn't that a grand fiction!

So in the story he tests his silver and finds that it isn't silver any more and that it's turned to something else but before he actually tests for what that something else is . . . he . . . has an episode of sadness and introverted rage, when he withdraws from the world for a while and retreats into what he calls his Bee-at cave. With a little superbee emblem next to the door like a mizzuzza on a house (not made of Rhodium, but of Silver) that a lot of people won't use anymore because they fear those who don't like the ones who do that. And the back seat of an old Coronet next to the wall in the hallway. The sumer comes and all the rides are tested for safety and the seats are made clean, and they might even put on new paint. But in the Winter, the place is usually left alone. He lives there like a hermit at times, down within his broken dreams. All his millions and millions of bitcoin winnings, on which he had failed to pay even one sliver of taxes on any of it . . .

But if it's all been lost? He ponders that. He retreats into his collection of super movie heroics and animated television worlds, ignoring his new quantum 8 infinity, double infinity update super computer, wiht the coolest and most precious LED lighting system surrounding the case and controllible on an ap on a tablet, that simulates it all in a three-d space, and allows him to control all the lights on all of the holiday display bots that he keeps adding onto, year to year, but he's just never turned it all on himself. Ya, it did come on by accident the night of the storm, and then he was afraid again. But not to be too gleeful, because that might call attention. He wasn't going to have any problem declaring a profit and paying the taxes because on further look, with his expensive geologist the ready dude hiker equipment (it was all 12 and 24 volt gear and easy to maintain as well as to hauol around wiht you.

by then dad is saying that the web page is causing yawns, even for me. Who can keep up with these made up stories of false histories? Tesla? Edison? Ferris? New Jersey? Pennsylvania? Ohio?

Yes. when it's time for bed dad maybe picks a famous story. He reads it till they tucker out. If they have questions he answers them. Then he goes off and thinks about how . . . just how mayebe . . he could figure out how to make silver into Rhodium. And if he does he might not tell anyone. What would his kids think? "You won't even tell us, daddy?"

"Yes, of course. Tell you, and the whole world."

"That's a better ending."

"It would also be a begining."

By then the children were sleeping. The story had put them to sleep.

Jan 17, 2018






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