August 1st, 2011

#2842: Since when the hell did AnimeIowa move to Coralville?

Slideshow with annoying Googe ads of nerdity on display. About 80/20 fat fans to skinny, more or less average.

...unless I misremember--it's been 4 years since I was last in Iowa--Coralville is near Iowa City. And that's a reasonable place for AnimeIowa to be, unlike frickin' Des Moines.

I can't afford to attend a con even if I had known about this in advance, so it's kind of a moot point; but if AI is no longer a six-hour drive from home it might behoove me to begin attending again.

Then again, it might not.

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Serious turn-off on the Diablo III front: it's "online only", meaning you can't play the game when you don't have an Internet connection.

WTF, if I'm going to play an online game, I'll play WoW.

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Is the universe a hologram? The idea of the universe being a projection of information stored in a two-dimensional surface--I don't know.

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The usual link to the daily Ace of Spades HQ DOOM! post.

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Bush tax cuts expire December of 2012. There is your "deficit reduction" from the Boehner plan.

*sigh*

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Last night I wrote eight pages of hard SF.

I blog too much. A writer must write, else he falls ill (read Heinlein's Expanded Universe) and I'm coming to realize that I satisfy this need almost entirely with the bloggeratin'. I write two, three pages' worth of material per day, usually, all posted here. But I steadfastly refuse to post the good stuff, the stuff I might be able to sell someday, because you never give away your "A" material for free.

Over the past week or so I've been giving thought to one of the alien races in my SF universe. There are four of them, and only one is really fleshed out because they're Mankind's primary antagonist in several wars over the course of the "future history" I've laid out.

No, that's not entirely accurate. Two of them, not one. The primary antagonists--a sauroid race, because SF guys can't get away from making bad guys of teh lizard men--and an insectoid race, though the latter is much less thoroughly developed than the first one. They appear in one story, the bug people do, and in fact I realized once the novel was complete that their inclusion in the story was entirely superfluous. (But I could pull that stuff out and make a short of it, I bet....)

There are a few others--a race of amphibians (frog people!!!) and a race of quadripedal bisonoids (cow people!!!), and it's the latter I've been thinking about.

My aliens are generally "funny-looking people" rather than truly alien, which is not a serious handicap considering that plenty of other writers do exactly the same thing. The bisonoids are taking some effort, though, because they lose their sentience for five months out of their seventeen-month year. It makes for an interesting society but it's taking some serious effort not to derail the story they're in, turning it solely into an examination of their biology, history, and culture.

My SF world is human-centric and the aliens do not play much of a part in it; but if this story pans out the way I expect it to, this particular novel may be a departure from that trend.

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Anyway, it's encouraging that I have the urge to write fiction again. I'm not sure why it strikes (nor why it leaves me) but writing fiction is usually a sign that I'm starting to get motivated again, and that's never a bad thing.

I do want to get this stuff written down, because you can't sell a story you haven't written; and in fact I need to start moving forward on seeking publication for some of this stuff if only because it's better than some of the crap that's out there.

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Miscellany:

This morning I couldn't sleep because my legs were hot, so I had to turn the thermostat down two degrees until it cooled off. Then I conked out. *sigh*

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I doubt I'll make it to cruise night tonight. It's too damn hot outside. I noticed, by the way, that the summer was cool and damp until I got the Fiero back on the road; at which point it turned hot and humid nearly all the time.

There are things that need doing on that car, and I don't want to do them when it's 90° and humid, because it's supposed to be fun. There's a car show this month in Beecher or Peotone or some damn place that I was thinking of attending, but if I can't clean the car I don't want to enter it, and I don't want to clean the car if I'm going to sweat myself half to death.

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I do get very tired of having songs constantly playing in my brain. Maybe that's why I don't need background music for everything, the way many people do; it's already too damn noisy for my taste.

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An image from the Fractale soundtrack libretto:



The world of Fractale is set hundreds of years in the future. Having only seen through ep 5 of it, I can't say for sure, but the setting appears to be Earth.

This image--which I think is gorgeous, BTW--shows a few bright stars showing through the blue sky of day.

...in his book Time Line Michael Crichton mentions that--back in the Medieval era, before industrialization and widespread human habitation--the skies were so clear that you could see the planets and a few of the brightest stars in daytime. It's because there was no pollution; the human population was thinly spread across the land because it took so many acres to feed a person. (No pesticides, no artificial fertilizers, no real scientific knowledge of agriculture; just "we always did this and it worked well enough.")

It stands to reason that once we get our collective head out of our collective ass and start using truly clean power sources (nuclear, both fission and fusion, comes to mind) our atmosphere will naturally clean itself up, given time, and return to that pristine state.

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I'm totally out of words, smart or otherwise, so I think I'm just going to stop wri

#2843: Kyarii Pamyu Pamyu - PONPONPON

'Cause I can read hiragana!!!



Various people:

Tam

Shermlock, who found it.

Weerd, which is where I learned of it.

That first link, Tam says in a comment, "I swear to Vishnu, at one point she farted a rainbow. I'm surprised Barry didn't make her SecTreas when that happened."



That ain't a rainbow. She looks happy, though; then again if I had that rumbling around in my colon I'd be glad to let it out, too.

Anyway, so everyone is saying things like "ZOMG Japan is weird!" and "ONOES TEH LSD FLAZHBACKS!" and such. All the comments I've seen about this are all in that vein, more or less.

Pikers.

If you think this is weird, if you think this is bad, you have not yet experienced the true horror of Japan.

...in any case, this is an extremely kawaii girl and a very fuwafuwa song, even if the video is kowai rather than kawaii.

(Cute, fluffy, scary, cute.)

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Another busybody group is saying that hot dogs are as bad for you as cigarettes. There's nothing in the article about secondhand--or third-hand--nitrates, though.

How can something be as bad as a cigarette if it doesn't devastate a two-kilometer radius the way a single lit cigarette does?

And then there's this:
But the [Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine] isn't just a group of doctors. They've got an openly pro-vegan agenda. Which isn't wrong.
Trust me: it's wrong. It's very, very wrong.

The article is highly skeptical of these wingnuts even while it preaches the party line about salt causing heart disease. *whimper*

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Here at Ace of Spades HQ is a bit more DOOM! first talking about how MSNBC is the first mainstream media outlet to say, "Uh...double-dip going on?" and then proceeding to say that productivity and production are both in the crapper.

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The second image in This Wonderduck F1 post shows an exploding nitrogen bottle. The nitrogen is used to actuate the variable cams in the engine.

The car caught fire, and was hosed down, and when a safety official hit the other, more-burned part of the car with some water to cool it down, the extremely hot aluminum nitrogen bottle blew.

The nice thing about aluminum is that most alloys of it tear rather than fragment. If that had been a steel bottle, the guy would have been in the hospital getting surgery rather than picking carbon fiber out of his legs and applying band-aids. You can still get hurt when you're next to an aluminum pressure bottle that blows out, but usually it'll be because of the contents rather than the bottle itself.

Aluminum! It's good stuff!

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When I went shopping on Saturday, I actually got out of the store for less than $40, which is pretty hard to manage. But I only needed a few things, and didn't have to replenish cat supplies (for once) so that's how I did it.

I did buy a 24-pack of popsicles, but it was $1, and I only got it because my taste buds were trying to convince me to buy a key lime pie because cool and lime and tasty!

Don't get me wrong; I love key lime pie. I could buy one and sit down and eat that damn thing until I was full to bursting, put the rest in the freezer, and come back later and finish it.

That's the problem.

I'm not being terribly draconian about maintaining any specific diet, but I am trying to reduce my caloric intake, mostly on the carbohydrate side. An entire key lime pie is just right out.

And it would be the whole thing, over the course of perhaps a week (if I was lucky it would take that long). I don't need an entire key lime pie. The grocery store also stocks it by the slice; but I don't need that either.

So I bought the box of popsicles solely for the lime ones. It was cheaper than even a single slice of pie would have been, and you know I'm just going to eat all the popsicles anyway. I'll just have to limit myself to one or two per day.

I'm not turning into a carbohydrate nazi, either, and eliminating them from my diet entirely. I just want to reduce the intake to sane levels, you know, and give my pancreas a rest. That's why I jumped on Pepsi Max as soon as I discovered it tasted halfway decent; if I can wean myself off fizzy sugar water (and substitute fizzy aspartame water or, y'know, just water) it will help considerably.

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Pon pon way way way....