Foiled by a Simple Law

“I figured out how to shut the library computers down!” said my friend in a whisper though I could hear the exclamation mark.

I was an easily distracted York University student in the late 1980’s so I simply said “Wha?”

“We can shut down the library search computers!”

Short of unplugging I didn’t see how. So intelligently I asked, “Wha?”

“The programmers put in a secret code that can shut a terminal down. I’ve found it.”

“I don’t believe you,” I said.

“I can show you.” So we went to the nearest search computer in the library. No one was there.

“See,” said my friend,” if you press these 2 [or was it 3?] keys simultaneously, the terminal shuts down.”

Even seeing the blank screen I didn’t believe. So I tried some keys on the terminal to bring back the screen. Nothing happened. “What keys again?” I was getting as excited as my friend.

He told me and I went to the 2nd closest terminal and shut it down. Nothing would work on it. My friend and I were thinking the same thing. “This is cool. Let’s shut down all the terminals in the library.”

Perhaps my friend had already imagined it. Essays due tomorrow wouldn’t be completed. Research would halt in its tracks. This was Scott Library, the 5 floor monstrosity that Arts majors relied on. Without search it might be almost useless. Did they have accessible cards anymore? Probably not.

Perhaps the university would need to call in some expert who could only fix things late the next day. Perhaps the university would have to put a halt to deadlines the next day. Perhaps life would be so disrupted they would cancel classes the next day. It could be a party day. And it would all be due to my friend and I.

If we pulled this off, we could brag to our friends. The non believers could be shown what I had been shown.

There were about 20 terminals in Scott Library. We went around quickly, shutting each computer down as we went. We got all the upper floor terminals down. Most people did searches as they entered on the first floor which had by far the most terminals. Still there were empty terminals there, too and we shut those down.

We shut down about 15 of the 20 before we realized something. The remaining 5 terminals had lineups. With the other terminals down, the line ups would only grow.

Now we could stand in line and wait our turn to shut down the rest of the terminals one by one. But the law of supply and demand stated that the lines would only get larger. It was inevitable that there would be a person behind us watching as we shut down that terminal. Frustrated they would surely rat us out. And we had to go through this five times.

So we had to pass the rest of the year, knowing the code, but unsure how to wield the knowledge in anything but a nuisance fashion. Operation: Shut Down Scott Library was a fail.

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Mostest Burger

I finally figured out how to use ‘scenes’ in Bitstrips. Of course I had a problem with layering in the middle panel where Charles is in front of the fire hydrant but from perspective he should be behind it. Maybe he is in front, on the street, and jumped there!

I like it but the scene is a bit busy and there is something to be said for plain backgrounds.

Seriously if you have something to say but aren’t the best artist, try Bitstrips. You can do single panel cartoons or cartoons with many more boxes. Just saying.

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Don’t Worry, 2030 Will Come At Long Last

The saga of the baby boomers has filled the media for many of the last decades. Like no other group before them or since, they have been coddled. Except possibly in their most recent life milestone, where retirement ages have increased, since too many baby boomers were set to retire.

Of course the increased retirement age will affect me and younger generations, too. And those cushy jobs that demand seniority? My generation will be kept out of them even longer than anticipated.

So it is with a trembling feeling of happiness that I look forward to 2030 – when those lead year baby boomers are most statistically likely to die.

Oh, the baby boomers have seen it. That’s why we have two, not one daily shows dedicated to doctors and medicine. As more panic sets in, expect to see a doctor network on television.

The baby boomer great dying is not going to come about with poetic justice. That would only happen if the most coddled of all baby boomers – the lead years, those born in 1945 or 1946, would all die that year. Because dying is statistically random (if fated).

But for this case, the lead baby boomers are those who died young. Like Freddie Mercury, Patrick Swayze or Michael Jackson. So let these ones hog the glory and for once give none of it to the lead year baby boomers.

So what will we see in 2030? Maybe they’ll tear down high rises to put up cemeteries.

Cremation will be banished to far outside of city limits because of the damaging heat island effect processing so many bodies will take.

And in every other life milestone, the baby boomers have claimed it to be a new game. And basically baby boomers are the first generation to live as adults where cryogenic services were possible. Expect more and more baby boomers to try this service. Because what they truly thought would happen, huge life extension, probably won’t happen by 2030.

So these huge cryogenic storage facilities will allow baby boomers to waste electricity just as they did while they were alive. Expect rolling blackouts everywhere else, because even in death, baby boomers will be catered to. Ask the media.

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Survivalist Tipping Point?

Survivalists and their ilk are probably more common right now, what with the rumoured Mayan end of days coming up (the official story is that just the Mayan calendar runs out – it’s not really an end of life on Earth). And with attempts to find the “God” particle in Europe, I can see how the Survivalists might multiply.

They might multiply so much that a Prepper (one of the Survivalist’s ilk) might live beside a Survivalist. If that Survivalist has been tricky and put most of their bomb shelter under the Prepper’s land, extreme animosity might result. The Prepper might try to solve the problem through the courts but when their court date comes out as being in 2013, can you blame them for resorting to using the guns they’ve been hoarding?

And what if a Rapturian group, who personally believes they can aid and abet the rapture coming to Earth by starting the judging and maybe the killing now, comes across people preparing for a Zombie Apocalypse? The Rapturians will believe their view comes from the God side of things, while the Zombie Apocalyptics’ view comes from paying attention to the dark arts. The Zombie Apocalyptics might be judged and some even killed by these misguided Rapturians.

With more and more of these assorted groups, plus the always present paranoids of human society, wouldn’t it be more likely that these groups will cross each other and take up armed conflict. The Zombie Apocalyptics might find the Preppers wrong. The Survivalists might wrong the Rapturians. The Preppers might hold a grudge against the Rapturians and the Zombie Apocalyptics might war against the Survivalists.

With tensions rising, especially near the Mayan end of days, it could lead to a tipping point where all these groups will bring about the very thing they fear (except maybe the Rapturians who for their own twisted reasons will welcome anything resembling the Rapture).

So be prepared at the Mayan end of days. Uh oh. It looks like I’ve let on that I’m one of those always present paranoids of human society. Did you notice how I didn’t spell out my own group’s plans? We won’t be found out. Let’s just say we’ve always been here, we always will be here. And some of us use medication.

Maybe they’ll find medications that work for Survivalism, Preppism, Rapturianism and Zombie Apocalypsism. Then we wouldn’t have this tipping point to worry us. Let’s put that on the slate for December 22, 2012.

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The Curse of the Cyclops

Since Bitstrips has a cyclops available for use, I couldn’t resist joking about the one thing I know about a cyclops. There’s lots to play with at the Bitstrips site. I’m going to post a cartoon with that site’s help every Thursday the rest of this month, and maybe even further.

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Rush Limbaugh Gets Cartoond

Rush Limbaugh gets cartoond for calling a female university student a slut and a prostitute. So why didn’t I put any specifics about Rush in the cartoon? Well you see I have this feeling about Rush. This cartoon remains general so I can repost it as easily as Rush can say something stupid.

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Polymath as Remedy

I hate novels about writing.

I hate songs about music.

I hate movies or television about Hollywood.

I hate art that asks “what is art?”

The first three of these were developed by me as a simple member of the audience for these art forms. I don’t want in jokes when I don’t have a hope of knowing all that the in crowd knows. All three of these are fiction anyway and if I want more, I’d rather hear the more honest appraisal of non fiction.

The “what is art?” thing is something I heard in defence of modern and abstract art. I once heard a critic say that this modern art dares to ask the question “what is art?” My opinion? That’s a stupid, navel gazing thing to ask, as with the other arts, I’d prefer my art to be about something. Since we’ve been pummelled with “what is art?” pieces for over a century, is it too much to ask that artists look elsewhere?

Everyone knows I loved Seinfeld, but in that long run they had those stinkers with the television show about “nothing”.

Paul McCartney, I don’t want to hear your comments about silly love songs. Does anyone remember the band M anymore and their Pop Music?

If I see one more writer obsess about the blank page in a novel, I will read no more books by that author.

There are two possible remedies to these things. The artist can take journalistic curiosity and apply it beyond their own narrow field. Ask questions, conduct interviews and above all research. I’m sure some of the best art has been developed this way. If the statue David had laughable anatomy, wouldn’t we think of it as being quaint and not at all representative of the Renaissance? The quest for perfect anatomy is one of the hallmarks of Renaissance artists.

The second remedy is to be a bit of a polymath. Look what John Grisham does by knowing law and the craft of writing. My favourite two authors of science fiction are Isaac Asimov and Larry Niven. One had training as a chemist and the other as a mathematician.

Most authors don’t reach their stride till their thirties. I suspect the majority of them need training in another field to become interesting. The journalistic method can be used if you have your eye on the earlier, in your twenties, success. I demand this branching out and I know I’m not alone in my opinions.

So I take some pride in my sister, Laurel L. Russwurm, and her 1st novel, Inconstant Moon. I personally know that she used the journalistic curiosity thing in writing this book. Also I know she is skilled in more than one area of knowledge as evidenced by the troop of university students taking disparate majors. Laurel already serialized the book and now it is available as an ebook at the link. It is a crime thriller. I take pride in that, too, as I’ve always liked thrillers more than horror stories.

So be a good artist and be a polymath. If no one else, then I will like you better. But usually if there’s one in a whole society, there are others. I just heard there are two girls named Unique in Alberta.

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Vegan

Again, try bitstrips.com . This cyclops is close enough to a generic alien for my tastes.

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Spam So Wrong It’s Ironic

The most annoying part about blogging is dealing with all the spam I get as comments. I sift through more than 100 spam comments every day. Still, it is my belief that spam wants to be caught and not distributed. There is usually at least one telltale sign per spam that lets you know you are doing the world a service by not allowing it on the web.

And some spam makes me laugh. Because it has done such a poor job of getting past your radar it is obviously the opposite of true and thus ironic. Below are 6 spams I caught in just 3 days that were this kind of ironic.

The first one is ironic because my about page is just two pictures of me. There is no paragraph and there is no article.

The second spam is ironic because it refers to other comments of this article. The 0 below the title “Obese and Wonderful” is the total number of comments that appears with that post.

The 3rd spam wants pics with my article. The article is 5 political cartoons and their explanation.

The 4th spam wants a follow up post. There is a follow up post to “The Horny Shower Curtain”. It is “My Shower Curtain is a Slut”. If the spammer had only read a handful of the comments they would know this.

The 5th spammer talks about video for a post that doesn’t even link to video.

And the 6th spam is from someone named Gabriella saying hi to me as a family member. I’ve never met anyone named Gabriella and if you were some distant relative, why not say how we are related? Instead, I just deleted this spam.

I’ve made it my golden rule as spam detector that real comments will mention something specific in my post. Something that triggered the comment. Notice that none of these spams does.

And I humbly apologize if I’ve gotten you to read some spam.

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A West Centred Canada

For many years western Canada has complained about being out of the loop when it comes to national politics. Formerly the best their politicians could do was win an election by banding up with Quebec (see the Mulroney government). But for the longest time it seemed that Ontario was the area of Canada that decided elections.

Not so, this time. The west has been growing with population and combined with more rural Ontario ridings, last year Stephen Harper managed to win a majority with a definite western bent. It now looks like the west is the power of the country.

As an Ontarian this has taken quite a bit of getting used to. It is only now that I see the country in a more western light.

First of all Alberta is by far the most loyal province of the sitting government. Harper’s insistence on getting the Keystone XL pipeline (which would go to the US) done or maybe a pipeline to BC (to ship oil to China) seems to be his priority. Might I suggest a third option? Perhaps he could build the pipeline to have not part of the country like northern Ontario and have Canadians doing the value added jobs of refining and processing here. Then we could ship finished product to the US or elsewhere. If only Ontario voted in a bloc enough to remind Harper that he is the prime minister of the rest of the country, too.

Indeed, now that there is a western centrism in Canadian politics I think Ontario should reposition itself. Thunder Bay, the port that links the west to the Atlantic via the Great Lakes-St. Lawrence Seaway should become more important, shipping grain and potash and oil products and minerals from the west to Europe and other markets. In fact, Thunder Bay is so important to western Canada that maybe Ontario could make it the new capital.

And the name Ontario chose for itself was that of the first great lake you would encounter from approaching from the east. Now the approach from the west is more important so the first lake you encounter is Lake Superior. Perhaps Ontario should change its name to Superior. I like that. I can say that I come from the province of Superior.

Of course if things digress like some think it might, Superior might become a have not province. It’s hard to coax other provinces, however big and western their hearts might be, to give transfer payments to a province whose name belittles you. Ah well. So it might not last.

Maybe we could split the difference and say that we’re the Erie province. Maybe we could all become goth. I know the youngins might like this what with the recent successes of vampires and werewolves.

Still, as long as I live in Ontario, it will always be the province Superior to me.

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