I heart Robots

Have you ever seen Battlestar Galactica? No? That’s okay its not widely known outside of circles who own twenty sided dice. The quick rundown is it’s a TV series where people are flying around in Space looking for a new home while being chased by robots who are called Cylons . They look just like people but don’t look or come across very hardcore compared to Arnie asking for your clothes and your motorcycle. That said they are nasty nuked most of the human race.
An episode usually goes something like. OH NOES! Watch out the Cylons are coming in their fancy ships with wild dangerous lasers shooting all over. Run for your lives! Use your spaceships to warp jump throughout the universe as the evil machines chase your tail. Whose human? Whose machine? Nobody knows. Lucky everyone has a fancy spacesuit on and is hot.
The downside for me is the drama this entails. Emotions like hope and anger run high on this ship where the lesser of two evils sort of decisions happen constantly. Things blow up, people make out and the fate of humanity swings in the hands of fate.
I am torn. I love seeing robots fight people and explosions are great. The show could only get better if there were werewolves with huge jugs using light sabres to make delicious vegetable pastries. The thing I cannot stand is the sappy emotional 2 dimensional weepy wailing. Granted people do tend to get upset over things and being chased by hot robots in space would surely increase emotional vulnerability. Sure you are sad you have been dating a robot and she used a nuke to blow up your favourite planet. I understand, for my sanity and viewing pleasure please wipe away your tears and lead an air assault on the Cylon ore refinery.
So you got me Battlestar. I come back for more. You make me feel empty when you cry and touch yourself in the corner but your explosions are hot.
I have always sworn off soaps. Neighbours and Home and Away were avoided at all times. Battlestar has shown me something about myself. I like robots and space more than I hate shallow overacted drama.
Do the movies and TV shows we like to watch have to do with how much we relate with them. If you are into watching overweight people cry then you have options. There are lot of shows around at the moment that make me think people are just crazy about forensic medicine and finding out what is in the briefcase.
As our world changes the shows we love to watch change with them. Computers and technology are used to solve crimes unless they go rogue and try to take over the world where once they just shouted danger.
It will only be a matter of time before more and more technology and wild ideas seep into the most ordinary of shows. Backyard Blitz will consist of mechanised warriors controlled by hyper intelligent rats no doubt. It’s in the stars. Its not that I am all about the future. Dragons are rad also. I would probably watch more daytime soaps if Alf had to battle a bloody dragon every now and then.
It’s for the best there are not robots or space travel in more shows. I would be watching the international cyborg wife swap games instead of writing fresh words and revealing truths that make the Rosetta stone look like a poo smear on a take away menu. Excuse me now while I practice my maths in order to communicate to our robot overlords when they take over.

The quandry of misty wonton

The undeniable joy of challenge lurks forever in the background. It is lots of fun to do something hard and bask in the feeling of reward. 

I am in a position of feeling that feeling from small things like cleaning up or shopping. I may be easily sated but I feel this is just as well. This rising price of the feeling of reward can really be quite high. Climbing wild mountains or running to the bottom of the ocean really cuts into cake and tv time. So let this be a warning. Small joys can potentially be gateway activities for craziness. The next time you find yourself wearing flame retardant trousers on a motorbike. Know you have gone to far. 

The day of wild eyes.

The faces and questing of romantic eyed idea pants is full of glory and tasty feelings. Size does not matter. The place can be wonderful regardless of the social notion of what it is.

There is no right or wrong as to how things like this can roll. Be open and ready to give in the ways you know how. Be you and be real. No ghosts or cut outs of what you should be. Only your bones sitting in such a way that they cause thoughtful giggle attacks.

The dice roll well everytime. The numbers cannot be stopped.

Potatoe Flux

The powerful notion of how things are supposed to be is usually an illusion, a picture in our minds of the way we imagine they should be.

This week I was lucky enough to attend a wonderful dinner party. The food was wonderful and the table talk was also tops and super. Ranging from what would be the worst animal to be attacked by to the ideas of technology and its alteration of us and our world.

I have had a few conversations of late mostly with people I do not know about the dangers of the internet in its isolation of people and the degradation of the current social fabric and its general health.

Indeed we cannot deny that the internet has changed the world so dramatically. It has been around for something like 5000 days and it has really altered many things about how people interface with the world, this living machine that we are shaping is shaping us. Technology has really rocketed things along at quite a pace in the last 40 years. We have changed the way we approach the world and how we live very much continuously really. We are the products of the tools we build to alter our reality. They have altered us no doubt.

What I want to point out is that we have been constantly changing. In dramatic and wild ways for a long time. We are nothing like the monkeys we used to be. The industrial revolution really altered our day to day. Changing our social networks from villages of 150 people to cities of millions is a big change.

So think twice about history and our rise from the oceans strange men with funny hats on trains when you come at me with this blab about facebook being the end of humanity. It is another signifying landmark that points towards the way we are changing but I doubt it will make us tumble into extinction.

We have been tumbling up the ladder for a while now and it seems we will continue to do so.

noob.

TIme over the window lord

One day in Paris I will confront a golden wild cyborg of my desire and we shall fuse into a borg collective like beast and all will be well and merry in the land. No pancake or laser or errand crossbow bolt will break the bond of joy and perfection. No chicken breast with a fine layer of cheese and tomato paste and doom will darken our skies.

This is my dream. This is my pursuit of happiness. I intend to attack this mountain with the vigour of a wild beast in search of the ideal meal.

Frowny Beard arms.

Beards have been getting a bad rap. It's true they have been in the public eye more than usual of late featuring in anything from homemade terrorcasts to fancy magic movies with genius owls and flying brooms . The downside is beards have been attached to wicked men who intend to bring down the west for the whore of civilisations or something along those lines. (clearly they have not had the joyful experience of choice that a food court can provide, the choice is wonderful and can create panic and doom)

Indeed beards have been associated with terror. Planes in buildings and angry guttural whispering for Allah do not like facial grooming to involving shaving or cutting of hair on the chin. Let's be honest here people really do associate ways of thinking with what you look like. Hippies get pinned as free thinkers who want to change the world into a green place. While the truth may be that people who wear lots of natural fibres along with shaggy manes are considered hippies. They are most likely bang up for fire twirling, trance and beans while changing the world might be in the same position as most compassion filled merchant bankers. The old saying about judging books by their covers seems to ring true. If you give people a chance they will usually surprise you (lets hope pleasantly). We should know by now our preconceived notions of reality are poorly put together at the best of times.

So people do not always appear as they are. Thanks for the powerful wisdom laser in my eye Bart but what are you really getting at?

Well what I am really getting at boils down to beards once again. The beard has been a noble addition to faces since enough hair was lost off of them that the addition of hair was with noting and naming. Yes thats right since we were not monkeys we have grown beards to be rad.

Kings, Wizards and Santa Claus are a few of the great champions of beards and my what a great gang to look up to and hope to be like one day. Caring, magical, benevolent and radical in the face. No wonder some ladies cultivate a moustache. It is just a wonderful thing.

It makes me wonder if those with terror on their minds are getting at with beards. Do they want to be the wizards. Are they angry at the West for holding them back in becoming old fashion Kings or is there something about the USA's foreign policy and the restriction of wizardry?

I think it is a shame that a few dudes can bring such a wonderful and ancient facial code down.
Let the beard roam free and do not judge it. Its a great creature and should be allowed to hide chins as it sees fit.

Lets remember all the good things beards did.

outside the golden quadrant.

Inside the city like a ghost. Eating chips and wandering the busy streets. Rain and cars mixing the air into a storm of mist and smells. Some kind of great sky taco ready for a gastronomic god to sample and smite.

Partaking in the bogan arts. The giggles and disinterested chatter from tables of men all big and strong in their relaxed sweat pants and hoodie attire. The world is turning quicker than we can fathom. Foolish and dull eyed we scramble for the outer suburban chicken shack churches.

There is this dream that fashion magazines and music television creates of a world full of beauty, love, passion and togetherness. A well fitting design that wants to buy watches and sunglasses for the purpose of getting to the slopes on time, with the idea of fighting the glare of the sun and perfect while enjoying a perfect body and company.

We all know its a lie. I feel it eating away my pants as I sit on a crowded train leaving the heart of a wild all over the place city. So many stations with strange names and treelined streets. So many people caught in their smart phones shuffling on and off the steal serpent to watch TV and eat and talk about the latest movies.

We are touching the sky no doubt. People are exploring places we have only dreamed. Glorious moments of focus and truth crystalising into love that is then bottled and used to cure apes with cancer. However these things are rarer than we believe. They are on the fringe of what we do but the focus of our dreams. We reach to touch the stars with food caught in our teeth. With stains on our pants. Pockets pulling out pants down due to excessive change.

I suppose what I am saying is.... the suburbs are a bit of a drag at times.