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What Am I Thinking?

August 31, 2007 in Blogs

I was up early for real this morning. The alarm rousted me at six in the morning; it was sometime between three and three-thirty that I had closed my eyes, and closer to four that I was asked to shut off the light. However, last night I was told that the girl who yesterday told me she would not need to be picked up today did need to be delivered, so it fell to me to drag myself out of bed and get her where she needed to be. I am still up; here’s hoping she does not call in the next half hour and say oops, she needs a ride home after all, because having stayed up all this time, I’m running on fumes already.

That’s not good, because I received word mid-morning that a couple of my co-workers are headed this direction. They are not really coming to see me; they are coming because one of my house guests is proposing a business opportunity in which they might decide to become involved. However, as long as they are in the area, we’re going to get a signature on those stock certificates, which is one less worry for me in the days ahead.

Also, I have been asked whether I am planning to feed them dinner and run a game. I’d had no such plans; in fact, it had not occurred to me that they might stay so long (brain fogged as I am) until the question was asked; my reaction is that I’d better get some sleep if that’s going to be on the agenda, because I’m already falling asleep in the first hour past noon, and I’ll never make it to the first hour past midnight. These things need more planning than that, but no one plans them.

I’d better go see to the forums. I am unlikely to get any sleep at this rate.

–M. J. Young

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Grim Futures World — American Imperium

August 30, 2007 in Articles

AMERICAN IMPERIUM:

Its 2020 Common Era, and do you know where your children are? The government does, but that’s not much of a worry to most of your neighbors. Keep your nose clean, and be loyal, and hard-working and you’ll do all right in America.

The governing system has been changed slightly. No dictatorship has been put in place despite the attacks on September 11, and the following attacks the next year on the same date when Ebola was released in Atlanta and Los Angeles to serious but not devastating effect. But it brought a new realism into play. No more did Americans worry about humanitarian intervention. They knew the world was a dangerous place, and they needed to be protected. So they abandoned idealism, and got ruthless.

One effect was to shift to proportional representation. {Need sidebar explaining it}.

Another effect was the doing away with of the Electoral College which simplified the task of the ruling party since now they only had to cater to the large states and the big cities.

And of course, the sitting president was rapidly impeached, and a number of major figures resigned in shame. {Some suggest, very quietly, that folders containing photographs and bank documents were used as blackmail to get the more recalcitrant to resign.}

But fundamentally, America seems much the same to its citizens as it did in 2000. Oh, there’s several Jewish colonies in Western states on what had been federal land. So Montana, Idaho, South Dakota, and Arizona have the added benefits of cultured and sophisticated citizens who join the U.S. Military in disproportionate numbers. And the Palestinians have their own state in the Middle East; much good it does them.

The United States had long been involved in the Middle East due in large part to oil. The current American government, now seeing no need to act from a mix of humane and mercantile motives changed its policy. It saw its job as to take care of the American people, and nothing else. It proudly proclaimed this as the highest humanity. So we got out of the Middle East, and as a parting gift mined the Straits of Malacca and the entrance to the Persian Gulf, and blew up a half-dozen pipelines, and closed the Suez Canal. Suddenly, the buyers and the sellers of oil could not get to each other, and we smiled because for a long time we had not been getting that much of our oil from the Middle East anyways. It was Japan and Europe that really needed the Middle East, not us.

ANWR, the Alaskan Oil Reserve, was opened up. And Venezuela was being misgoverned by an incompetent Marxists who showed disdain for America. At one time, much ink might have been spilled over the good we would do for the people of Venezuela before we invaded them. Now such kindly notions, while true to some degree as hardly anyone could be worse for the Venezuelans than the man they had freely elected, were not a serious concern. Venezuela had oil, and we took it.

Oil is the lifeblood of a modern economy. He who controlled oil could send the world into a depression. We dodged that bullet, and started pumping into our own market. Any oil exported had a sizable tariff slammed on it. And we put up a nice tariff of fifteen percent on everything which had the benefits of returning a lot of manufacturing and IT jobs to America. It led to starvation in India, but that was not our problem. We had full employment and high wages and a booming economy.

It also helped the economy that we finally had a stable and assured energy supply.

We explained “Fair Trade” to our trading partners. We would treat them exactly as they treated us. They thought we were joking, until we started to put their cargoes to the same rigamarole they had put ours to for decades. This either opened up markets to us, or it redressed imbalances, and so overall it helped the U.S. economy a great deal.

We went on to grab for whatever strategic minerals we needed that we did not already possess. These were quite few because America was blessed. Iron-clad treaties, or annexations, or buying of land, or whatever means necessary secured our supply lines.

We extended our maritime borders two hundred miles into the ocean, and we built great ports far at sea where each ship could be thoroughly examined before letting them pass on so as to minimize the danger of a container nuke.

We explained to the Middle East what we expected of them. You could have Israel as soon as we evacuated everyone. There was an effort to repeat Saigon with the enemy rushing the last leaving helicopters, but we discouraged that with JDAMs before they even got in range of the helicopters. Even if the targets were tanks in suburban neighborhoods, we bombed. We did not become terrorists, but we no longer chose the most merciful method of instruction either.

The Middle East objected to our “no terror” rule; so we explained it to them again in a day and a night of napalm and high explosives. The wrack and ruin of three armies made our point abundantly clear. Occasionally we still have to “explain” things again, but most of the Middle East is remarkably safe for the business traveler seeking cheap rugs. Their oil economy has fallen through the floor, and taken most of the nation-states with it. The place has reverted to tribalism. They lack the money to cause trouble now. We don’t care; they made their bed; let them sleep in it.

Internal politics is such that each small party has some representation. The Communist Party has three senators, and the Libertarian Party has five, and all these splinters make the Congress easily manipulated by the Executive. And this small bit of power satisfies many better than the old days of Republican and Democrat total dominance where the fringers were frozen out in favor of the middle.

The government supports movements that divide the nation. The Confederate States Re-enactments are funded by the government. States with old disputes against other states do not get decisive justice, but merely a chance to vent and then fester some more. Its divide and conquer.

Citizens have rifles seeing as even the New American Empire understood it had precisely zero chance of taking away hundreds of millions of guns from private citizens. Instead, they outlawed machine guns, and put police and military in protective armor that the only legally salable bullets had little chance of penetrating. Thus the Second Amendment was nullified, while retaining it.

We are no longer a republic, or even have much of the fabled civil culture of the old Americans, but we no longer bother to question ourselves very much either. It is a lot more peaceful and restful. The jobs are good, and our enemies are terrified, and the nations of the Earth sing our praises (they’d better or else), and only a few people look around and realize something precious left the Earth. America is now just another empire rather than the last best hope of this sorry planet. America is not a totalitarian hellhole by any means, but now its just another nation, Granted, its the most powerful, and one of the most ruthless and functional. But for a long time it was a republic, and then when that failed it was a liberal democracy, and then it had a chance to regain the republic, but circumstances changed it into an empire, and that door back was closed.

Problems for the Verser:
1) Everyone has papers, and identity cards.
2) Money is fairly specific and has several hidden devices included in it. Passing money from another dimension as your own is going to be difficult.
3) The gray men, the men in the shadows, the intelligence services…by whatever name you call them, they are paranoid and rough. They are more likely to believe you’re a spy, or even a brainwashed assassin who doesn’t remember his job (which is just barely possible, maybe, in this world. The tech for drug-based mind control is in development.)
4) The gray men are looking for anomalies. You’re an anomaly. They have a wide and subtle net. They spy on everyone, but only the suspicious elements are gathered together for analysis by humans. Privacy Laws do apply, but only when its a human watching you. If a machine is watching you, that does not count.
5) If you catch the grey men’s attention, it will be very hard to lose them. They have, among other things, a complete overlook on every point of the US for every moment of the day. There are other elements in this tracking system.
6) Much of the dysfunctionalities of the current US society have been dealt with effectively and reasonably. A) Street crime is very low with incarceration of repeat or violent offenders for long time periods; with strong right-to-carry self-defense laws; with policemen on every corner in some formerly ‘bad’ neighbourhoods. B)Racial harmony is very high historically. While there are still divisions, the number of Black-White or Black-Asian incidences is very low. The New American Empire is interested in causing division, but not division that shows too much potential for spinning out of hand, or causing structural weaknesses. Thus ghettoes received big increases of police forces until the criminals realized that it was easier to go to suburbia, and leave the mostly law-abiding majority alone. Once in suburbia, they ran into a phalanx of shotguns, and realized it was easier to get a job. C)The middle class is larger; the rich are rich, but trimmed a bit (The New American Empire realizes that people like Bill Gates are independent power points, and it wants the Power. So Gates got his company broken apart, and lost three-fourths of his fortune making him only phenomenally wealthy.) D) Artists tend to receive many chances to get stipends and grants and prizes. This has the effect of creating loyalty to the New American Empire. The Empire has lax rules on art. It requires effort so Serrano and Pollack get nowhere, but Rembrandt and Monet and Anson Adams achieve fame, disapproves of anything grossly seditious, and mostly lets the artists police themselves. However, loyalty to the Empire is slightly more likely to win a prize than neutrality or cleverly hidden disloyalty. Its just enough of a leash to keep the artists in line, but not enough to make them really mad since many remember the old days when many a brilliant artist couldn’t make enough to feed himself off his art. And now they can. And a permanent sore in the American Mind is healed. Much of the possibly excessive self-criticism of the previous era was not fueled by high principle entirely, but was heavily influenced by how hard it was for an artist to make it.

Its very pleasant to be a member of the New American Empire. Granted, your vote matters nil, but most people never voted anyways. The masters of the NAM have votes as public ritual, but they don’t have an effect. The masters of the NAM believe most people don’t really want freedom. Most people want a responsive government, common sense rules, prosperity, and a good parade.

Unlike some other entities insulated from the public will, the masters of the NAM are quite populist, and in touch with what their subjects want. The problem arises in the next generation. Will they continue to be in touch, or will they and the populace start spinning off into separate worlds with the populace having sacrificed the ability to correct its political masters when they go off the rails?

Only time will tell.

Its a pleasant land, but hard on versers. Its important for the referee to make that dichotocomy clear.

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Note to MJ

August 30, 2007 in Articles

Ed replied in Mayhem, Mecha, and Mythos. He’s wondering what to do to get back going.

If you could explain that to him and me, I’d be grateful.

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Details

August 30, 2007 in Articles

A writer needs to learn to notice, and give names to details. A frequent problem of young writers I’ve been told is not giving enough details; to not I think make it clear what is happening where to whom. Or as my English teacher said, Eric, you can’t rewrite what isn’t there.

So the writer must needs learn names, and places, and hues, and little insights.

You have to give enough original detail, enough to make it feel like its a real place. This is in part a result of the character’s detailed interaction with the detailed environment. And the level of detail varies from author to author, and even from the purpose of the scene to another scene. You might not want to describe every sword move of a twenty person brawl, but you might want to get deep in detail on the climatic fight. Then again, there are lots of famous authors who don’t do that, so maybe its just me.

I have discovered a voluptuous love of detail, after all.

But then he must go beyond that to choosing just the right one. Sometimes the right one is a whole herd of them, deepening the feeling, letting the reader feel the moment. This was hard for me to figure out, as I thought you only said something once.

But, there is a converse as there is to most things. My friend J in discussing L. Ron Hubbard described him as the type of writer that if he had a room with a striped carpet in it, he would describe every single one of the eleven million and some stripes.

The hardest thing for a writer to do is to find the telling detail. The one thing that brings the picture into absolute focus, but with startling speed.

Don’t feel downhearted if you can’t do this. A lot of professional writers aren’t that good at it either. But if you can do it….well then….come and explain it to me.

A Bit Foggy

August 30, 2007 in Blogs

I was awakened from a dead sleep late this morning (of course, one must recognize that I did not head for that sleep until early this morning–when you are going to bed while others are rising, late morning is an early time to awaken). The phone was for me. The person I did not have to retrieve from half an hour away the other day needed me to retrieve her today, in half an hour. Needless to say, I was late, as I am not a quick starter from a dead sleep. Then my wife was nervous because she was expecting me to drive her to work–the new car was getting some work done this morning, and even though it was back in time that she could have driven herself to work, that’s an adjustment we’ve not yet made. In retrospect I feel less sympathy for her, though, because apparently she was aware that I would have to run this errand this morning, but neglected to mention it to me.

I made a couple stops while I was out the second time to pick up a few needed items, so that put me behind a bit more. My morning study thus fell into the late afternoon–and then my Internet connection would not connect. I took a brief nap in front of a television show, until receiving a call asking me to run yet another errand which is still in front of me; I’ve also changed my mind about what to make for supper at least six times, and still haven’t decided, but with the sky darkening my options are declining. I’m just not really getting focused.

I was a bit unfocused last night, too. It kept coming into my head that I really should get the web pages ready for the announcement of the release of the new book About the Fruit, so I wrote some text and did some layout, and I’m completely dissatisfied with it but don’t know why. I was going to ask my wife for advice, but she had seven other things on her mind all of which are more important to her than my efforts to get this book in print, so it was not discussed. Still, it’s a start, and for reasons of financing it appears that the book will be delayed yet another week anyway, so I have time to address the matter.

So let me go deal with this errand, and tackle supper, and then I’ll be back to view the forums.

–M. J. Young

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Isle of the Mighty

August 30, 2007 in Articles

The Isle of the Mighty in the Cyrston Sea is a huge island running two-fifths of the length of the sea, or slightly over a hundred Brehon Miles. Its about fifty Westing Great Yards wide (its traditional to measure north to south in Brehon, and west to east in Westing due to Brehon being in the North, and Westing in the West. This has nothing to do with various Brehonite kings and Westing kings executing mapmakers who did otherwise. Well, okay, that might have influenced some people.)

English Mile: All other measurements are measured by the English Mile and by the English Inch. These ‘English’ measurements are not used in the world of Tellus.
Dayhorse: The distance a lightly encumbered horse with a skilled rider can go in a day on a road. This is roughly twenty English miles.
Brehon Miles: 110% of an English Mile
Westing Great Yards: 85% of an English Mile
Louzanne Hill Miles: 70-75% of an English Mile
Merchant’s Mile: 120% of an English Mile.
Archer’s Fling: 25% of an English mile.

High Foot: 18 English Inches
An Arm: 30 English Inches
King’s Step: This varies from 8 to 14 English inches depending on who is the current King in Westing.
Louzanne Push Step: 5 English inches.
Merchant’s Measure: 10 English inches.

Thumb: 2 English inches
Apple half: 3-4 English inches. Its usually determined by cutting an apple in half, and counting how many times you can rotate the apple as you ‘march it down’. Thus ‘this board is 18 and a half apple halves.’ would mean the board was between 54 and 72 English inches long with a 2-3 additional variance due to the ‘half apple halve’.

There are seven dominant areas of the Isle.

Westing–This is a large peninsula that extends out fifteen Great Yards and is thirty Brehon miles north to south. Westing is the land of the grape, and cattle. It has many small valleys running down to the sea with creeks and rivers filling them. Each valley is held by a different king, and some valleys have more than one king.

Brehon–This is the northernmost tip of the country. Fishing, and some sheep-farming is common here. Some of the locals are pirates.

‘Behind Brehon’ is a bit southerly and inland, and receives little attention or care except from the small farmers and tiny kings who live there. Its less socially advanced than other regions with inferior farming equipment.

Marchsea–On the East/Northern coast live the remants of the Kings of Might. A thousand years ago, these brutes ruled the whole Isle and had outposts in many of the nations surrounding the Isle. But their harshness spawned rebellion, and their own moral decay turned them from warlords into pleasure seekers who could not deal with the anger their actions created. They were driven to their last fortresses, and left to them as a defense against the newly risen raiders from the North end of the Crystron Sea. They have spent the last thousand years squabbling among themselves. Some favor restoring the old harsh ways, some favor becoming complete dissolutes, others favor becoming inventively sadistic so as to combine harshness and dissolution. But they mostly fight each other, rage at each other, and teach any Dernaki Raiders from the sea that they still have a sting.

Louzanne Hills–The hill-land is a difficult country more suited to sheep than other forms of agriculture. However, its many kings always want to grow wealth, and are full of dreams of terracing hills, or somehow creating cash crops. These dreams fail vastly more often than not as raiders, brigands, and general lack of cooperation and incompetence take their toll.

The Great Fens–The home of brigands, and independent men. There are a few kings in this land. Some are pirates, and others are heads of great families. There is little fighting amongst themselves as the land is harsh enough with its swamps to keep the peace. And those with warlike intentions can join a brigand band and raid the exterior lands.

Southland–Below the Great Fens is a wide area of warmth and farmland. Its also the most common area for battle as this great prize is of worth, and small kings come from all over to try to take what the local kings have. And the local kings are invariably when not being invaded, trying to expand their lands at the expense of their neighbours.

The last census was taken in 805 After the Scouring. (Marchsea people render this 810 After the Fall for the date when their great capital, Du San Ried was burned. The Scouring refers to the great pogrom nationwide where anyone with any ties to the Marchsea were harried or executed. This took five years of phenomenal cruelty.)

The Great Census by Vineir the Learned, Great Magi and Adviser to the Westing Kings yielded 1,287 kings in the Isle of the Mighty. In the two hundred and nine years since then (which makes this 1014 Scouring) this number has only increased.

The dominant religion is the worship of the Great One. He is contended to be the King, the Hero, and the Piercing Presence in his faces. He created the world by his Law which he as King spoke and inscribes on the Tablets of Glory and in each person’s heart. He as Hero came to Earth and demonstrated that He could live up to them, and then offers to one and all the entrance to Glory provided they admit they cannot. But once they do, the Piercing Presence is free to work in their lives, and bring them comfort, and kindness, but also knowledge of duty, and punishment for failure.

It is commonly acknowledged that open evildoers have less of a hard time than the good who turn evil. This is explained by the justice of the Presence who cares not to cane the wicked, but only canes the just who stray.

The primary sins are Pride (particularly Pride which claims entrance to Glory on one’s own merits); Lack of Generosity; Cowardice; Excessive Ambition; Dishonesty; Unfair Dealing (this is probably the trickiest one to adjucticate); Dishonorable Behavior; and Not Respecting the Roles of a Person (this covers insulting a craftsman at his trade, and sleeping with a someone not your spouse, and a lot else).

There is a priestly hierarchy. But it is relatively flat with only three layers separating the village priest from the Wise In Council. Traditionally, the Wise Council meets every three years in Westing. The Wise In Council try among other things to limit the epidemic wars and actual epidemics in the land by the use of Holy Days where war is forbidden, and by the use of the Texts of the Great One which reveal fairly advanced sanitation and medical techniques (latrines, quarantine for disease, checking for rashes after quarantine, boiling water, and washing hands in running water are all required in the Holy Texts.)

Celibacy is not a requirement of the priest, although it along with vows of poverty are allowed. Celibacy for others is generally frowned upon. One is expected to get married.

====This is part of the War Wizard stuff I was talking over with MJ and Wodium…

Six Down Six to Go

August 29, 2007 in Blogs

Thanks in part to a few interruptions, it was six in the morning by the time I managed to finish yesterday’s Tuesday workload. That’s not a complaint, just a fact; some of the interruptions were enjoyable, and other than sitting in the car waiting for my wife to come out of work (during which time I did some editing on those Romans study notes and caught a half hour nap) most of them were relatively brief.

It is now six at night, and a little after; I need to attend to the making of dinner, but I also see substantial activity on the forum, so I’ve got a few hours of work here, too.

The new car is now insured, but I need the proof of insurance papers; I hope to be able to print those tonight, because tomorrow the car goes for a tune-up, and the papers need to be in it. I had to pick up and order parts for that today.

There was a bit of a tiff here while I was asleep, apparently. That friend who so often helps my wife clean her house, who is staying with us at the moment (a situation that still has not been explained to me), decided early this morning to rearrange the living room. When my wife wandered out there bleary-eyed in search of her first cup of coffee, she was immediately distressed by the new arrangement, and blurted out something about it, which really upset the girl who had hoped, of course, that her vision of a better way to arrange the living room would have been seen as a wonderful improvement. There were apologies, and I think it’s been smoothed. The entire account makes me feel secretly better, because I am always distressed by the changes this girl makes around here, and always being told that I need to accept the things I don’t like because of how much help she is. So maybe I have a dark side there. As far as the living room goes, I don’t know whether it was put back as it was or whether I’m just not aware enough of that room (I rarely do more than pass through it) to realize that it has been altered.

I ought to be making myself more aware of the need to make dinner.

–M. J. Young

Nine O’Clock P.M.

August 28, 2007 in Blogs

It has been the sort of strange day that leaves me unhappy. I was rousted sometime before noon (which, as I have mentioned before, is early when you turn out the lights between four and five in the morning), and told that I was supposed to drive thirty-five minutes to pick up one of my wife’s friends who is, apparently, staying with us, and then bring her back here. I can’t say that I actually knew she was “staying” with us. Yesterday evening while I was preparing dinner she emerged from the basement, which completely surprised me to the point that I wondered whether she’d been hiding down there for the past month; last night she was asleep on the couch, and I was asked to provide a spare blanket for her. Thus when I was awakened and told something about driving to the next county for her, my first thought was to find out whether she was still here or had already gotten someone to drive her there. I hope you can understand my confusion when I was told no, she is not here, she is there and needs to get here, but apparently she imposed on one of our houseguests to run her out there at crack of dawn, about the time my lights were being darkened.

Given that the time I was told to get her was just about as long from the moment I received this information, and that that was also something close to the estimated legal driving time, and that I was still in my pajamas and not yet awake enough to make sense of the instructions, I had a rushed run at getting ready to go. Then, just as I was getting in the truck, I was told to wait a minute while a call was made to double-check the plan, since the guest was already asleep before the hostess had time to discuss this with her, and already gone before the hostess was awake. The answer: the plan has changed; she has another ride.

Next step, though, was motor vehicles. It appears that the saga of the car has been resolved such that it will be our car, and I will be driving it in the future. That meant title and registration, but since all of these things are (as previously mentioned) in the lady’s name, she has to be present for the paperwork. At the same time, the registration on her truck expires this month, so that had to be renewed. I asked whether she wanted to go immediately or give me an hour to get my day started aright and then go on her way to work, and she wound up splitting the difference, giving me insufficient time for my morning study either before or after the motor vehicles trip.

I know what you’re thinking. Everyone dreads the long lines at motor vehicles. Well, we’re out in the sticks. A long line in the local office means there’s someone in front of you, and rarely do you need to be in more than one line. That, at least, is worth a smile.

However, from there I drove the wife to work. She did not mind being there twenty minutes early, and she wanted me to drive out to the next town–half an hour out, half an hour back–to pick up pool chemicals. She also has been nagging me to get a new shirt, and insisted that it had to be done today; had she insisted I do it yesterday, or the day before, I could have done it while I was in Wal-mart anyway picking up things she needed for herself, but I have been complaining about the need for a shirt myself, and although this is not exactly what I wanted, I got it. Between the two I stopped at the bank, but along the way got a phone call (I hate phones, and cell phones even more) saying that I forgot to FAX an important paper to our mortgage holder (which I did not forget–I simply had not had time since she signed it Sunday). That was one more thing to do, and by that time I was frustrated and looking at an impending dinner time. I made supper, and ate it, and then finally started my morning study.

All of which explains why as I reached Gaming Outpost, with the long stretch of my Tuesday workload still ahead, my clock is singing Nine O’Clock P.M. That’s hardly time enough to sneeze before I’m going to have to go get the wife. I’m not happy.

I mentioned that my pastor has requested a copy of my Romans notes. Beginning last night I started printing those notes, and editing them. I’m not sure whether I should be proud or embarrassed to report that the notes run almost nine hundred pages, but part of that is the layout (the pages are printed landscape, with the bulk of the text about as wide as would fit in a portrait width page, an outline and translation in columns to the left), so it will probably come down to four or five hundred if I convert it to book format, which I will probably do eventually.

Well, let me not lose any more time. I’ve much to do still.

–M. J. Young

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Mayhem, Mecha, and Mythos

August 27, 2007 in Articles

I’m running Mentat through a world that has Mental Powers, Mecha, Lovecraftian Mythos, and a fight against evil aliens.

Here’s some high points in the construction of a world…

1. Post-apoc brought about by alien KE bombing.
2. Previous society was hi-tech late 21st century with a Moon Base and robots
3. Current society is a warped post-apoc where some tribes name themselves after football teams. Some tribes believe in cargo cult aka ‘if we keep the airport grass short, then one day, the 747 angels named Fedex and DHL will land and give us all the great things we heard our ancestors talk about–Teevee, and Re-Mote Con-Troll. (sounds like a great opportunity for puns and jokes–like renegade robots are name Re-Mote Con-Troll–like trolls…). Other tribes, more successful, survive on trade and salvage. These are more mobile tribes, and have less durable dwellings. Primary form of entertainment for the mobile tribes is haggling, talking, and storytelling–in other words they are great liars.
4. The great cities are still heavy with loot, although the most obvious stuff has still been taken. But there are buildings with bricks and I-beams and copper wiring….
5. Battle bots on the moon defending the Earth, somewhat. Still raids to suppress new tech get through.
6. Current time is 2315 so this war has been going on for a while.
7. An adviser wise man character who’s old enough not to be totally trustworthy.
8. As its anime, psi powers exist to a degree.
9. Say we have tech aliens who worship the Mythos…and they summon the Mythos when they are having real problems. This gives us Gundam vs. Lovecraft….

Giving and Taking Stock

August 27, 2007 in Blogs

Wow. It gave me back the draft. Apparently it did save it–that is, it saved the second version, the one that it told me I did not have authorization to edit. Since I did all that work, I’ll include it now:

I hit a glitch.

I wrote a rather long post a few minutes ago, and submitted it. Apparently, though, my login had expired. I of course was unaware that it would expire, and had not noticed that it had done so. Thus when I hit the button to save and continue so that I could put it into preview mode and make sure it looked good, it took me to a login screen, and from there to an index which did not include the entry I had just attempted to save. Then when I backed up to this page, I found no hint of where all that I had written might have been saved. I thus conclude that I must begin anew.

I had said much about the problem surrounding the need to print stock certificates, but I’ll reduce that to a few words. There have been some recent transfers of stock after a long period in which there were none, and our system for producing stock certificates had fallen into disuse to the point that it proved easier to attempt to start over. I am now in possession of everything I need to produce the certificates for those new stockholders who have long awaited them–I hope. Later this evening I will attempt to do so.

I also explained at some length the current status in the saga of the car. In short, we finally have it, but we do not know whether we are going to keep it; the middleman has proposed a swap which does not really please me at all but does please everyone else involved, so it’s probably going to transpire that I wind up driving a car I suspect is neither suitable for my needs nor terribly reliable. It’s not my decision to make, so there’s not much point worrying about it.

–M. J. Young

I think I covered all that yesterday anyway, so if you were bored, I apologize. I can add this update: although it took significant wrestling, I managed to finish and print the stock certificates, and they came out quite nicely, in my opinion.

However, momentarily I must depart. I have to take my mother-in-law shopping, and her washed and dried bedding is waiting for me to fold it to go back to her. I’m just trying to squeeze in a few extra tasks while making dinner, so people can eat before midnight. I’ll probably hit one or two threads, but not all of them until I return, unless everything takes longer than anticipated.

–M. J. Young