Real quick, I think my super hero is going to have the power to change his mass at will, and therefor be able to affect his own gravitational force. Kinda like being able to be telepathic, but not using his mind, using his pure body mass.
Guy at work told me that two objects falling, they'll reach the ground at the same time. I was so utterly convinced he was wrong.... Bah!!
I understand that the theory is that the two objects are acted upon by gravity in the same way regardless of their mass, but if a mass has gravity, no matter how tiny, and the earth has gravity.... How can it be that the forces acting between them , (gravity attraction) doesn't have any affect on free fall? Despite how insignificant the difference in the 3000lb object's own gravity may be in the fall to the 1 ounce object, seems to me it should still count for something. Even if they just recognize that there is a value to it in the "falling objects" laws.
Crap gotta go to work and admit I was wrong.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
HOPE
I seem to have great ideas, then fall asleep, and forget I ever had them. Tonight I will not let it fade away into another mundane day.
He looked into the tree lined web of orange night sky. If he was ordinary, if he was not extraordinary, then the passion, the fear, the anxiety, the sadness, the utter loss of all he was, the shear joy in knowing life, it too was not unique. It too was commonplace.
The very thought tore at his fiber. It tore into the thing that made him human as much as a surgeon's tools could pry open the very ribcage that held the life within his mortal skin.
As the idea ripped apart what this man was, something grew in it's place. Glowing embers sparked of good, righteousness. Smoldering from them were the evils, encrouching on the light. They mingled inside overwelming the thing that was man, and spilled about the fiberous being standing naked in the moons warming glow.
If he could not be more then just human. If he could not believe that what made him who he was could be an infinite singularity, then he could not exist any longer.
The ember's burst into a magnetic heat, drawing in his blood, his mind, every second lived from his first breath fed the fire.
He was tearing apart and rebuilding whatever it was that life had made him. The tree's swayed violently. They only new death when all providence of survival dispersed. They thrived until there was nothing left to sustain them, and this man wanted to drain from the very earth beneath him what those trees drank. He wanted to shed all mortal being, and have for even one moment the belief that it never had to end.
He could not journey what road lay ahead without knowing it meant something. The moonlight darkened the branches into outstretching wraiths. The stems and arms seemed to want to pull him from the ground in which he stood and crush him into the night sky above.
The man, ordinary, plain, not unique in anyway, had existed and wether or not history or mankind would ever record it, he would not let the crackling fire inside die from the suffocation smog that tryed to overwelm it.
A cloud moved, a perpetuous cycle in the humid sky shifted. Blue and gold flooded the ground about him and drove away the shadowy arms clawing at his feet. The smoke inside was replaced with the rich air in every breath he drew, and with each new breath the flames grew stronger.
He would not allow all the suffering, the loss, the passion, or even the ordinary memories of first season's day be lost by his own doubt. He was more then just a man. He was one man, who now knew what could be lost and gained, and grown from a shredded heart, a shredded mind, or even a body.
What wisdom does the great elm have, that he could not make a bed from? He closed his eyes only hoping that he would not wake and forget what it was that made him want to thrive. He dreaded that it was all a dream soon forgotten when awoke by the alarm clock. But most of all, he did not want to lose hope ever again, because so much greater is the loss of it, then any sustanance that kept him alive.
The trees sang in the wind, moaning a soft love song to the sky, and a great gospel to the ground.
He looked into the tree lined web of orange night sky. If he was ordinary, if he was not extraordinary, then the passion, the fear, the anxiety, the sadness, the utter loss of all he was, the shear joy in knowing life, it too was not unique. It too was commonplace.
The very thought tore at his fiber. It tore into the thing that made him human as much as a surgeon's tools could pry open the very ribcage that held the life within his mortal skin.
As the idea ripped apart what this man was, something grew in it's place. Glowing embers sparked of good, righteousness. Smoldering from them were the evils, encrouching on the light. They mingled inside overwelming the thing that was man, and spilled about the fiberous being standing naked in the moons warming glow.
If he could not be more then just human. If he could not believe that what made him who he was could be an infinite singularity, then he could not exist any longer.
The ember's burst into a magnetic heat, drawing in his blood, his mind, every second lived from his first breath fed the fire.
He was tearing apart and rebuilding whatever it was that life had made him. The tree's swayed violently. They only new death when all providence of survival dispersed. They thrived until there was nothing left to sustain them, and this man wanted to drain from the very earth beneath him what those trees drank. He wanted to shed all mortal being, and have for even one moment the belief that it never had to end.
He could not journey what road lay ahead without knowing it meant something. The moonlight darkened the branches into outstretching wraiths. The stems and arms seemed to want to pull him from the ground in which he stood and crush him into the night sky above.
The man, ordinary, plain, not unique in anyway, had existed and wether or not history or mankind would ever record it, he would not let the crackling fire inside die from the suffocation smog that tryed to overwelm it.
A cloud moved, a perpetuous cycle in the humid sky shifted. Blue and gold flooded the ground about him and drove away the shadowy arms clawing at his feet. The smoke inside was replaced with the rich air in every breath he drew, and with each new breath the flames grew stronger.
He would not allow all the suffering, the loss, the passion, or even the ordinary memories of first season's day be lost by his own doubt. He was more then just a man. He was one man, who now knew what could be lost and gained, and grown from a shredded heart, a shredded mind, or even a body.
What wisdom does the great elm have, that he could not make a bed from? He closed his eyes only hoping that he would not wake and forget what it was that made him want to thrive. He dreaded that it was all a dream soon forgotten when awoke by the alarm clock. But most of all, he did not want to lose hope ever again, because so much greater is the loss of it, then any sustanance that kept him alive.
The trees sang in the wind, moaning a soft love song to the sky, and a great gospel to the ground.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
super hero movies
I've decided why I love super hero movies so much. Well not just super-hero, but super-human movies.
I guess as a human I have a deep seeded need to be more then what I am built for. I want to give meaning to a short existence on a planet that has seen more human life then can ever be recorded.
If we had super strength, vampiric immortality, Feroscious abilitys that could set us above our own species, it would make us more then we were built for.
It seems to me, that that is what sets us apart from the rest of the animal kingdom. We are not content in what we are, never content in what we are supposed to be, and always desiring to be more then we've defined ourselves to be.
Maybe my next short will be a new super-human story. Now I just gotta figure out something that hasn't been done, or overdone. Who wants another Vampire, werewolf, or Mutant superhero? ... Well I do, but the point is to accomplish something that is original to me. Good grief it's going to be hard to think of something that is a new idea. I think super-human has been a part of our human culture since the beginning of time, how would I be able to come up with something new? Eh, might take a while to come up with, but I'd be cheating myself if I didn't even try.
I guess as a human I have a deep seeded need to be more then what I am built for. I want to give meaning to a short existence on a planet that has seen more human life then can ever be recorded.
If we had super strength, vampiric immortality, Feroscious abilitys that could set us above our own species, it would make us more then we were built for.
It seems to me, that that is what sets us apart from the rest of the animal kingdom. We are not content in what we are, never content in what we are supposed to be, and always desiring to be more then we've defined ourselves to be.
Maybe my next short will be a new super-human story. Now I just gotta figure out something that hasn't been done, or overdone. Who wants another Vampire, werewolf, or Mutant superhero? ... Well I do, but the point is to accomplish something that is original to me. Good grief it's going to be hard to think of something that is a new idea. I think super-human has been a part of our human culture since the beginning of time, how would I be able to come up with something new? Eh, might take a while to come up with, but I'd be cheating myself if I didn't even try.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
politics
I don't have a lot of time to write a short story, so I decided to give a go to a political post.
I think that Obama made an amazing move by telling the Fed's to stop prosecuting those who have license in their state for legal medical marijuana. People love to talk about what a 'gateway' drug it is, or how much damage it does in lives. In my opinion, if the plant was grown and processed, sold and taxed like tobacco is, then it wouldn't be anymore dangerous then aspirin.
Anytime someone has caused major damage with THC in their system, the pot was laced with other drugs, they had taken other drugs, or they were drinking with it. I'd trust a pot head to drive me home before I'd trust a drunk. I'd trust a pot head with an important task, before I would someone taking a prescribed narcotic. Granted, I would not trust a pot head to remember information that could save my life, but if my choices were a drug addict, a boozer, pothead, or a jerk wad sociopath, my choice would be the pot head.
Imagine, a world were people who are angry assholes could get a prescription for some THC, and voila, half the assholes in the country would be less agitated people.
People suffering from debilitating illness's that cause an inability to eat properly, or even to thrive, would have a totally earth grown remedy.
Every drug, every bad habit, every behavior flaw has the potential to cause great harm to society. This one though, I think should be near the bottom of the list. If it were legal, regulated and taxed... I think there'd be a whole new kind of farm country. And a whole lot less Jerk-wads in the world.
On another note, imagine the space freed up in prison's and jails. Imagine the drug related crimes falling, Imagine the tax's that could be collected! I know some people who paid 5$ for one smoke... I doubt they could get that kind of tax on one cigarette, and Granholm seems to think just tobacco users could save Michigan's budget.
If my aunt could legally smoke pot, I doubt she'd be running to the pain clinic for those drugs. Eh, maybe she still would, but maybe if it was legal 20 years ago she wouldn't have destroyed herself so thoroughly. Because at least those narcotics are prescribed to her, at least those drugs are legal, at least she can get those for free... Somehow I think the big money runs our government, and not the people.
At least now I have hope one person in government isn't making decisions based on how much money a lobbyist can fork out.... Next post, How in hell is it legal for senators, any government official to take bribes from lobbyist to make decisions for our country!!!
I think that Obama made an amazing move by telling the Fed's to stop prosecuting those who have license in their state for legal medical marijuana. People love to talk about what a 'gateway' drug it is, or how much damage it does in lives. In my opinion, if the plant was grown and processed, sold and taxed like tobacco is, then it wouldn't be anymore dangerous then aspirin.
Anytime someone has caused major damage with THC in their system, the pot was laced with other drugs, they had taken other drugs, or they were drinking with it. I'd trust a pot head to drive me home before I'd trust a drunk. I'd trust a pot head with an important task, before I would someone taking a prescribed narcotic. Granted, I would not trust a pot head to remember information that could save my life, but if my choices were a drug addict, a boozer, pothead, or a jerk wad sociopath, my choice would be the pot head.
Imagine, a world were people who are angry assholes could get a prescription for some THC, and voila, half the assholes in the country would be less agitated people.
People suffering from debilitating illness's that cause an inability to eat properly, or even to thrive, would have a totally earth grown remedy.
Every drug, every bad habit, every behavior flaw has the potential to cause great harm to society. This one though, I think should be near the bottom of the list. If it were legal, regulated and taxed... I think there'd be a whole new kind of farm country. And a whole lot less Jerk-wads in the world.
On another note, imagine the space freed up in prison's and jails. Imagine the drug related crimes falling, Imagine the tax's that could be collected! I know some people who paid 5$ for one smoke... I doubt they could get that kind of tax on one cigarette, and Granholm seems to think just tobacco users could save Michigan's budget.
If my aunt could legally smoke pot, I doubt she'd be running to the pain clinic for those drugs. Eh, maybe she still would, but maybe if it was legal 20 years ago she wouldn't have destroyed herself so thoroughly. Because at least those narcotics are prescribed to her, at least those drugs are legal, at least she can get those for free... Somehow I think the big money runs our government, and not the people.
At least now I have hope one person in government isn't making decisions based on how much money a lobbyist can fork out.... Next post, How in hell is it legal for senators, any government official to take bribes from lobbyist to make decisions for our country!!!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Mulligan
People don't usually know this, but the Earth is governed by two fates. Two all-knowing and mystical beings that are surrounded by a glittering veil of threads. Innumerate dangling pieces of life. The sequences of tangled lines in most points web together, or knot and end. There are glittering golden pieces, and there are gray almost invisible threads. There were even a few that among all the chaotic interwoven streams glow so brightly they light up pieces of the deep dark void.
Now even though these entities could ultimately decide to wipe out life, create it, or even ignore it all together, they were in fact bored. They had lost interest in the delicate and intricate masterpiece they had made together, and were now discussing how to change it. Now changing something of this magnitude took many years, but years in their standards could seem like seconds to a species such as human kind.
In a manner of speaking they had let the dinosaurs roam the spherical canvas for what only took them the time to realize the creatures could not form the curtain of thread they had planned. When they could see that the animals on the planet could only contribute delicate cobwebs disturbed by a hushed thought and blown into darkness, they wiped them out and started a new species. One day, or 5 million, time did not factor. Time really never existed until man decided it so, which was one of the things they loved about us.
It would seem to us, that they had merely flipped a coin to decide, but really it had all come down to a single idea. Free-will. It was the one element that had justified everything.
On this occasion the two had decided that one thread, one singular thread would use it's free will to make anew their creation.
Since his life line ordinary was picked out of the billions of mediocre threads, it was an even easier choice to use him for the free-will experiment being that his name was Joe Shmoe.
They plucked him off from the planet as he was in the middle of stacking product on an assembly line, ready to doze off from the monotony.
Joe immediately decided that he was dreaming, when upon opening his eyes for the second time he was still surrounded by nothingness. The voices he heard must be also, a dream.
Speaking in two infinitesimally different voices, Joe somehow still knew there were two, as much as he knew he breathed on a daily basis. For a moment that thought had made him question if he in fact did breath and he had to stop and check, inhaling and exhaling. He heard the voices say, "Are you sure this one should decide?"
Joe choked out, "decide what?"
"Do you want the Earth to exist with or without man? With or without life?"
Joe shook his head, sure that the weird dream would end soon. "no no no."
"Is that your final answer?"
Joe checked to see if his heart still beat. "Wait, don't take life away!"
The voices stopped. Joe was almost ready to start exploring the darkness, afraid they had left and he was in a coma in some hospital before they spoke again.
"You are right Joe, but it is your choice."
"We can not decide this, or our masterpiece would be lost. "
"We only wish it to... change."
Joe laughed at the idea. "Change?" He tried standing afraid that somehow he would fall and never stop. "What are you guys?"
There was a pause. "Call us Fate."
Joe wanted to laugh, but became scared of the idea that it might be real. "You are the ones screwing with my life! I hate my job, my family could care less, and all I have to show for my life is a stupid collection of packaged star wars toys."
"Decide."
The other one echoed. "Decide."
Joe smiled, if it was a dream or even if it wasn't, he should make good on an old promise. "I want Rebecca Filtmore, you know who she is right?"
"Yes."
"Yes, and?"
"decide."
"Her and me, we'll start your Eden for ya, and give the planet a whole new go, wipe the rest out for all I care."
There was a blinding flash were Joe thought he could see the void ripple. Utter darkness was shifting in minuscule lines like waves. It intensified, a shock wave of color and brilliance, Joe dared not close his eyes, but could not stop them.
When Joe opened them again, He sat alone in an apple orchard. He sighed, 'what a bizarre dream'. Then he looked down and could see he was naked. Behind him in a soft 'Poof', a naked woman appeared. "Rebecca?"
She opened her eyes and disoriented slapped at him wildly. "What the hell! Get away!"
Joe waited for her to calm down and then told her what it was all about. She laughed.
"Well if we are dreaming, which I'm sure YOU are, then that makes you the last man on earth right?"
Joe nodded proudly, no longer hiding his nakedness.
She plucked an apple out of the tree and threw it at him as she walked away. "Guess I better start checking to make sure you really are the last one. It's a big planet, might be awhile."
Joe's jaw stiffened and he threw the apple into the sky. "How is that even fair!!!" He yelled up at his supposed gods.
They answered simply. "Free will."
Now even though these entities could ultimately decide to wipe out life, create it, or even ignore it all together, they were in fact bored. They had lost interest in the delicate and intricate masterpiece they had made together, and were now discussing how to change it. Now changing something of this magnitude took many years, but years in their standards could seem like seconds to a species such as human kind.
In a manner of speaking they had let the dinosaurs roam the spherical canvas for what only took them the time to realize the creatures could not form the curtain of thread they had planned. When they could see that the animals on the planet could only contribute delicate cobwebs disturbed by a hushed thought and blown into darkness, they wiped them out and started a new species. One day, or 5 million, time did not factor. Time really never existed until man decided it so, which was one of the things they loved about us.
It would seem to us, that they had merely flipped a coin to decide, but really it had all come down to a single idea. Free-will. It was the one element that had justified everything.
On this occasion the two had decided that one thread, one singular thread would use it's free will to make anew their creation.
Since his life line ordinary was picked out of the billions of mediocre threads, it was an even easier choice to use him for the free-will experiment being that his name was Joe Shmoe.
They plucked him off from the planet as he was in the middle of stacking product on an assembly line, ready to doze off from the monotony.
Joe immediately decided that he was dreaming, when upon opening his eyes for the second time he was still surrounded by nothingness. The voices he heard must be also, a dream.
Speaking in two infinitesimally different voices, Joe somehow still knew there were two, as much as he knew he breathed on a daily basis. For a moment that thought had made him question if he in fact did breath and he had to stop and check, inhaling and exhaling. He heard the voices say, "Are you sure this one should decide?"
Joe choked out, "decide what?"
"Do you want the Earth to exist with or without man? With or without life?"
Joe shook his head, sure that the weird dream would end soon. "no no no."
"Is that your final answer?"
Joe checked to see if his heart still beat. "Wait, don't take life away!"
The voices stopped. Joe was almost ready to start exploring the darkness, afraid they had left and he was in a coma in some hospital before they spoke again.
"You are right Joe, but it is your choice."
"We can not decide this, or our masterpiece would be lost. "
"We only wish it to... change."
Joe laughed at the idea. "Change?" He tried standing afraid that somehow he would fall and never stop. "What are you guys?"
There was a pause. "Call us Fate."
Joe wanted to laugh, but became scared of the idea that it might be real. "You are the ones screwing with my life! I hate my job, my family could care less, and all I have to show for my life is a stupid collection of packaged star wars toys."
"Decide."
The other one echoed. "Decide."
Joe smiled, if it was a dream or even if it wasn't, he should make good on an old promise. "I want Rebecca Filtmore, you know who she is right?"
"Yes."
"Yes, and?"
"decide."
"Her and me, we'll start your Eden for ya, and give the planet a whole new go, wipe the rest out for all I care."
There was a blinding flash were Joe thought he could see the void ripple. Utter darkness was shifting in minuscule lines like waves. It intensified, a shock wave of color and brilliance, Joe dared not close his eyes, but could not stop them.
When Joe opened them again, He sat alone in an apple orchard. He sighed, 'what a bizarre dream'. Then he looked down and could see he was naked. Behind him in a soft 'Poof', a naked woman appeared. "Rebecca?"
She opened her eyes and disoriented slapped at him wildly. "What the hell! Get away!"
Joe waited for her to calm down and then told her what it was all about. She laughed.
"Well if we are dreaming, which I'm sure YOU are, then that makes you the last man on earth right?"
Joe nodded proudly, no longer hiding his nakedness.
She plucked an apple out of the tree and threw it at him as she walked away. "Guess I better start checking to make sure you really are the last one. It's a big planet, might be awhile."
Joe's jaw stiffened and he threw the apple into the sky. "How is that even fair!!!" He yelled up at his supposed gods.
They answered simply. "Free will."
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