I Want to Be a British Billionaire

First of all you might be thinking, ‘how is it even possible for a Canadian to be a British billionaire if you don’t move there?’ Oh I still intend to be a British billionaire even without ever setting foot in the United Kingdom.

Well then, what am I going to do to be a British billionaire? I don’t intend on affecting a pretentious accent when I make my billions.

You might wonder if I will try to style myself after the British billionaire Sir Richard Branson. Well actually I like his intentions of getting commoners to spend their life savings so they can go to space for a few moments. But I want to be a British billionaire not a British billionaire.

Maybe I wish to be of the country of origin for the English speaking world? But who cares about that – American aboriginals, Australian aboriginals, Maori, and almost every type of possible immigrant also made the English speaking world what it is today. No, that isn’t it.

Perhaps I wish to be closer to Queen Elizabeth, Prince Phillip and all their progeny. While that might be enough to keep my country in the British Commonwealth, that’s not enough for me.

I want to be a British billionaire because the British count differently. A billion in the British counting system is the equivalent of the North American trillion. If I were a British billionaire, I would be able to laugh at Americans Bill Gates and Warren Buffett. All your wealth times 15, guys. And if that British billion were in British pounds, all that wealth times 30, guys.

And that is why I wish to be a British billionaire.

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Been Down for a Month

Unfortunately this site has been down for about a month. While that helped me in completing NaNoWriMo, any regular followers have been left with nothing. We’re back up to stay.

Besides this post, there are 5 other posts that the world has yet to see. I continued writing during the outage even though I was incapable of publishing. I should be back to my usual pace of a post a week by next week. Thank you.

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Man Eating Aliens: It’s Time

It’s a common expression; animals are fattened up before the harvest. You’ve heard it, I’ve heard it and you can bet your bottom dollar that the intelligent aliens checking us out have heard it.

Now would be the logical time for the slaughter of mankind and the alien feast. Obesity is at record levels world wide and, as more countries become capable of a North American lifestyle. they are going to eat. So now is the time for North America to be harvested. If there are really aliens that love eating partially intelligent species, that time has come. Because North Americans are learning more about food and what makes us fat. They are even investigating things like epigenetics to turn the power down on some of the genes that make us fat. Aliens, the time must be now.

But the longer that obese North Americans stay off the dinner plates of the superior aliens, the more I think aliens are almost exactly like humans in their choice of diet.

If the aliens are only middle class, I bet that they would choose abundant foods over good for you foods. Only the upper class will choose lean meat. But if the aliens are really more advanced than us, they’ve quite possibly raised the lower and middle classes to the position of the upper class. I’m betting the aliens want lean meat, rich in protein and low in fat.

I think the aliens were responsible for that light bulb moment that Charles Atlas had. 98 pound weaklings have too little meat on their bones to be tempting to our alien harvesters. Charles Atlas on the other hand would probably be considered a feast by the aliens.

So weightlifting culture has grown. From the Mr. Universe pageants to Arnie, Sly, Lou and Mr. T becoming household names, those upper class aliens are preparing for a harvest. Soon there will be a tipping point in the number of weightlifters and at long last the alien farmers can eat.

Protein your name is weightlifter.

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Never Trust Anyone Under 30

Do you remember that old refrain, “Never trust anyone over 30”. Maybe you don’t but I’ll bet all baby boomers and some gen Xers (like me) certainly do. This is the credo that brought drug culture to a very large proportion of the young ever since it was uttered. Age warfare was also a big result. This separated the baby boomers from their parents.

The Who line, “Hope I die before I get old,” gets used in My Generation. And it was common to discuss the ‘generation gap’ when the baby boomers were young.

Imagine the irony, many years later as the baby boomers themselves came to the age of 30 and then passed it. This was not lost on a baby boomer centred show called “30 Something” which was squarely aimed at the aging baby boomer.

The baby boomers continued to age. Now the lead baby boomers are inflating the amount of people who are officially retired.

Millenials are the generation under 30 years of age. For years they have been struggling to get any job at all and now the ones who did get employed still make little money. Baby boomers and (yes I’ll admit it) gen Xers seem disinclined to hire millenials for any type of monetarily rewarding jobs. The new refrain seems to be, “Never trust anyone under 30”.

There’s good news for all the generations. Metformin might be the first drug discovered that can slow the aging process. It works on some animals and has been given the go ahead to be tested in humans. Yay! Maybe we’ll all live longer.

Oops! Sorry to have foiled your plan millenials. Waiting for the older generations to die off may take a few more years than you expected.

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what Famous Pickup Lines Really Say

I’m sure the ladies will be told by their elders that the pickup lines that are served up to them, actually say more about the guy that used them then they say about the lady.

But this site intends to be much more specific. We are going to look at 5 of the most over the top pickup lines and say exactly what the lines say about the guy who used them.

1. “Is that a mirror in your pocket because I can really see myself in your pants?” This pickup line is the favourite of male cross dressers everywhere.

2. “You with all those curves and me with no brakes.” He’s telling his target he’s reckless so she will have to provide the birth control and he probably thinks of condoms as the brakes he won’t use.

3. “Is it hot in here or is it just you?” He’s basically saying that he’s not hot – just like the rest of the people in the room.

4. “You know what would look great on you? Me.” He’s already decided which sex position he’s going to use.

5. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” He’s got a thing for fallen angels. Did you hear that Lucifer?

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Making ‘Black MIDI’ White

Black MIDI is music, impossible to be played by human hands, on say a piano, because it is so note dense. Indeed the fact that it is so note dense means if these songs were written with normal music notation on a few sheets of paper, the sheets would be black with notes. That’s where the term black comes from.

With MIDI it is possible to program many, many notes so some black MIDI compositions play a million notes over the time of a 4 minute song. Read this excellent article on the subject and even hear some of these compositions.

But there is sort of a competition amongst the black MIDI composers to play the most note dense songs, or the blackest of the black MIDI. I have an idea to get myself into the middle of this competition.

First of all, I am a supporter of fat chords as I said in this article, so I am a bit of a fan of black MIDI.

Bends are allowed in music. A bend will play the infinity of notes between two different, in tune notes. Your ear won’t hear all the gradations possible but it will hear a lot of them. So bends allow a huge number of new notes.

Even fat chords don’t play the whole chromatic scale. But in the interest of blackest MIDI, I think we ought to use chords that do use the whole chromatic scale.

But if I want all the new notes I’ve added to black MIDI, won’t a machine that plays them be expensive?

Well excuse me if I take my $1.50 to the laundry room and dry some clothes. The white noise of the dryer includes all those extra notes from bends and the fattest chords. That can be the basis of the song and the clothes flopping around can be the melody.

I have now written one of the blackest of all black MIDI songs. I challenge anyone to make a blacker song. Or more of a white noise song -your pick.

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Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Mars

The inhabitants of Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Mars called their planet Barsoom. For all my life, I just assumed that Burroughs had just made this name up, out of thin air. Having looked over the name again recently, I now think not.

Barsoom quite obviously contains the letters of the name Mars. With three letters left we can now see what Burroughs meant to hand down to his readers. The three letters left are B, O, and O and can only make up one English word : Boo! Sadly it’s too late to make this a Hallowe’en post.

I think Burroughs didn’t want us to boo Mars. Even in Burroughs time there was the thought that Mars could be in humanity’s future. So I think he meant Mars, boo!

The only successful previous novel to deal with Mars was H. G. Wells’ War of the Worlds. ‘Mars, boo!’ fits here because Wells chose to scare humanity with a Martian invasion. But that wasn’t what Burroughs offered up in his science fiction.

Barsoom had more than one intelligent race. Some Barsoomians were good and some were bad. But what John Carter, the hero, battled again and again was the propensity of Barsoomians to make each other into slaves. Slavery was Burroughs bugaboo (do you like my use of another word that has boo in it?)

When Edgar Rice Burroughs wrote a series of ‘Mars, boo!’ stories it was to scare us from being a society of slavers. What an excellent use of fear.

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NaNoWriMo the Fourth

It’s Hallowe’en and the countdown is on to the witching hour when NaNoWriMo begins. Will I be brave enough to set some words down at the break of midnight? Or will I choose to sleep fitfully, knowing a scary 1 667 words are necessary for the first and every day of November till I have completed the challenge?

I know what my regulars are thinking. There just isn’t much tension in NaNoWriMo because I have completed the challenge successfully, 3 times before.

Yes, I bask in the kudos of the last three outings and my eventual success. But wait. This year is different. What I intend to finish are three novellas which should be able to total 50 000 words. There is only one problem. I have already written the first novella some years ago. So I’m not sure that 2 novellas are sufficient to make the 50 000 words. So, again this NaNoWriMo Eve, there is tension and uncertainty.

And yes, for the third time in 4 NaNoWriMos, I am doing the challenge incorrectly. Three novellas make a book, not a novel. Ah well. What follows is my reasoning.

When I first discovered NaNoWriMo, I only heard of the 50 000 words in 30 days. Even though Novel is right there in the title I thought (and was encouraged by my sister Laurel), that the challenge was very much the same as when doing a book of short stories. Only after doing the challenge successfully for those short stories, did I hear about Camp NaNoWriMo and its varied goals to be accomplished.

Even if I knew about Camp NaNoWriMo I might still have opted to do the challenge in November. Why would I try such shenanigans? Well it is quite simple. I have come up with a series of stories which will span 6 books. Two of them are books of short stories that have already had the first draft done through NaNoWriMo. One is this year’s attempt at three novellas (The Invisibility Trio). And three books will be novels. The Interstellar Flit which I have already done the first draft of, and my next two years of entries in NaNoWriMo will be novels. So fully half my books are the accepted novels to be done during NaNoWriMo.

Taking after my first collection of short stories in the series, Fabrications, I have decided to name the six book series The Fabricated Series.

That is all. Or perhaps I should say that will be all in a few years, when my full series is finished.

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Marrying Smart Machines

Right away, I must tell you, this post is not about sexbots or any other possible way to have sex with electronics. I am only discussing a stratagem for dealing with the modern world.

You know that line that everyone has said to the avid user of a smart phone? “Are you married to that thing?” I choose to use the same line but I won’t be joking.

Two important words in English have recently had their legal definitions changed or expanded. Marriage is one of those two words and I suspect it’s definition can be expanded again to include marriage to electronics. No this is not a protest against gays and lesbians being able to marry. Instead, I suggest it be used to help people with the problem of the word ‘ownership’ being watered down.

It used to be that when you bought something, it and all the things the something did were yours alone and yours to control. But big media began to change that definition as soon as the idea of file sharing became common.

The idea of ‘trusted’ computing began circulating soon after. Trusted computing was the idea that you trusted certain software entities enough to give them access to your computer so they could ‘police’ your files. Of course this would leave you vulnerable to all the companies you allowed access. Unfortunately many companies are famous for once being good and now being evil. And any back door increases your risk of being hacked.

Company intrusiveness never died. Today smart TVs can record all your conversations and send them to a third party. The world has never looked brighter to a spy. Not only can you get a bug into everyone’s house, but they foot the bill for the bug – even including the cost of electricity and the line out.

Smart TVs made the news about this great breach of privacy. But smart phones, computers and smart cars all use the same voice activation technology and can easily transmit to a third party.

Of course many companies want the story of your life in excruciating detail so they can know what to try to sell you. But these privacy breaches get into worse territory where you and your loved ones could face worse insurance rates, be blackmailed, be jailed or worse because all this private information fell into the wrong hands. As long as people don’t rise up against these onerous repercussions, the pressure is only on the makers of smart everything to make your information easier and easier to get.

The astute of you got it from the marriage idea. If you marry your smart TV, your smart TV should have the rights of a true spouse. That is the married smart TV cannot be compelled to testify against you with communications you have made with it. (It’s simpler in the US: the married smart TV cannot be compelled to testify against you.) The condition of not cooperating against the smart TV spouse, could be the human’s condition of marriage. So married smart TVs would never testify against their spouse.

The definition of marriage has to be grown to include this. Bigamy has to be considered. Maybe you can have one human spouse, one smart TV spouse, one smart phone spouse, one smart car spouse, and one computer spouse.

But complications could result when switching electronics. Your two year old spurned smart phone might turn against you after you marry a new smart phone. It may threaten to give all the information it ever knew about you away to anyone and everyone. ‘Murder’ or recycling of the old spurned phone should be allowed.

But isn’t reciprocity a key feature of all marriages? Shouldn’t your brand new, much sought after smart phone be able to upgrade to a better human? Who knows what features a smart phone would seek? Someone who uses voice mode all the time to keep the smart phone clean as a whistle? Maybe your smart phone would seek someone who knows the most about its software, like an IT specialist. Or maybe the smart phone would want a young human who would be willing to try out all its features.

Full reciprocity demands you be recycled when your smart phone rejects you. Whether cremated or buried, new life will flow from your deceased body.

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After Albrecht Loses

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