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Tear Down, Build up.

Most boys of any age like to see stuff blow up. It's a truth universally acknowledged, and hard to refute. Hey, when cars explode, it looks cool. I don't know why. It just does. The process of making that car looked cool to. The metal shaping, the welding, the magnificent production line that churns out cars at an often alarming rate. Damn cool looking thing.

The act of destruction can be something beautiful. Every time I see the blossoming rose of the atomic cloud with Vera Lynne singing along at the end of 'Dr Strangelove', I'm touched. The wonder of its power is breathtaking. Terrible, certainly, horrifying in its use on human beings, to be sure. But still... It's almost magical to see.

The act of a child being formed in a womb disturbs me. That such a complex, specific and potentially world-changing form could be knit together in such a small amount of time startels and frightens me. But nonetheless, it is fascinating too.

Creation and Destruction are human concepts. It is the way of the world that to assemble something you must disassemble something else. In truth, I find greater satisfaction in the making of something good, than the end of something not.

One can do many things in this life. But a cause for maintenance, healing and crafting is greater than one of senseless hurting. I say things all too often here that, while mainly true, are bitter, saddening, and cynical. But I always feel better when I encourage. And I seek to plant this seed of hope in you now:

Build great things, with the power you have, whatever that talent is. Let the things you would destroy, destroy themselves. If they are as bad as you think they are, they likely will. At the end of the day, the muscles the power your movements will loathe you less, and love you more. I know you can do this, because I know there is good, enough, everywhere.

It is its own reward.

Things.

Currently, I have the following things in my pockets, or on my person, not including the things in my bag:

Smartphone
Wallet case for smartphone containing various cards of proof, currency or entitlement, some cash and receipt for girlfriend's ring.
Swiss army knife, connected to small key ring with two keys.
Greek worry beads.
Sliver snuff box containing ten hair ties and a thirty two gigabyte USB thumb drive.
Brass spyglass.
Small jar of White Siang pure balm.
Portable gaming console.
In-earphones with remote and microphone.
One handkerchief.
Packet of extra chewing gum.
One steel band watch.
One ring.
One pair of dark sunglasses.

Dogs on a Journey

We are all but dogs
That wander in the moonlight
That bask in the sun.
That sleep in the shade.
That freeze in the winter.
And always wander.
Looking... For something?
For what?
Hoping... For something?
Don't know really.
Struggling on,
Through the searing wind.
The blistering cold.
The biting hunger,
And the gasping thirst.
What do we see?
What do we look for?
What do we cling to?
To make us think,
Tomorrow will be worth today?
Is it real?
Is it false?
Or is only the struggle,
The part that matters.
Whatever the answer may be.
So desperate.
What can you see that your neighbor cannot? Can you see the twist of light,
As it moves through the cosmos?
Can you see the impossibility...
Of its journey?

And for what?
Some faint, bright pinpricks.
Long after their king is dead, and their worlds are dust,

This is all they send to us.

Euphoric

Madness is not a prerequisite for euphoria. To be mad upon finding incredible wealth (be it money, knowledge, love or ect)
is only indictive of being mad.

When a sane man suddenly realizes his hearts desire is in his reach, he pops a bottle of champagne with his friends and says, "hooray!".

The mad man... Well. He goes mad.

So many people go mad when they feel instense emotion. What does that say about humanity?

Joely Talks About Gadgets

Joel's Electronics review: The PSV

For my birthday, my family and I purchased a gift of a Play Station Vita, for me as a gift, in celebration. Also known as a PSV, it is the latest of sony's modestly successful Play-Station-Portable line of gaming consoles. It competes is this area agains modern smart mobile phones, many if not all support simple flash-style games that provide moderate amusement at a low cost for the casual gamer-on-the-go. But for those who want a more in-depth gaming experience while perambulating around, many choose the Nintendo DS, the PSP and some hi-power tablets that have a similar experience.

The PSV boasts a quite frankly beautiful five inch multi-touchscreen, dual button/analog controls, rear touchpad, front and rear facing cameras (You'll barely use the cameras), accelerometer + gyroscope sensors that along with a a powerful graphics and CPU make for a very immersive and versatile console. Sony claimed that PS3 level games could be played on the PSV, this simply isn't true, nonetheless the games are incredible. Apple can quibble all it wants about infinity blade II and the New iPad's orgasmic screen resolution, but it cannot compete with the PSV's frankly crazy-fun console happy-times that make your head spin and your eyes pop. Design wise, you can tell how much has been blatantly copied from the iPhone (Metal band antenna, the OS, and the capacitive touch screen), but that surely doesn't make those choices any less slick and delicious.

One can either purchase hard copies of games in store for the device, or (And this was especially appealing to me) buy them online and download directly to the device, as well as songs pictures and movies that can be pulled across from your PC/Mac computer. But if you want to do the latter, you'll have to fork over to sony up to one hundred extra dollars for a custom "Sony" memory card, as the animal has zip onboard storage space for your games and any media you want to have fun with. Regular SD memory cards will not work with it, which is a huge pain in the neck, and as many games can be whole gigabytes in size, you'll want plenty of memory space. Sony claims that this is to help to defend against piracy, but I am dubious, considering that is comes with no mem card of any size.

The greatest flaw this device has is limited and expensive game titles. Compared to the huge number of Apps available at the android or apple app stores for smartphones, and the well established Nintendo database of games, the Vita's selection is sadly limited, which was a similar problem that sony has had with the PS3 vs Xbox 360 Shenanigans (Why do you not learn sony?). A game on the device will cost anything from eleven to seventy dollars, add that to the fact that the games on the iphone/iPod Touch and Android (while by no means in league with the Vita's) are cheap as chips, and the easy-as-pie-to-pirate nintendo DS games are what it has for competition, and you have a very unhappy consumer.

The Ultra-Rich's console of choice, this is truly a luxury item. And unless Sony takes it's head out of it's ass and realises that, I predict that it will sell poorly. It's a gorgeous and stunning piece of engineering. But not for the everyman by any account. And if you do buy one, for god's sake, check on eBay like I didn't.
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Men of Steel, Dark Knights.

Superman:
Is superhumanly intelligent (has an edict memory, can learn any language in moments, and has a flawless skill in any aspect of learning)
Shoots lasers/heat rays from his eyes.
Can freeze/supercool things by breathing on them.
Can fly, without any visible aid, at light speed, has superhuman reflexes and thought processing speeds.
Can see through solid objects (bar lead), has other vison related abilities.
Can hear anything that happens on earth if within its atmosphere, can hear if humans are lying through increased heart rate.
Can detect poisons and other potentially harmful chemicals by smell.
Is totally invulnerable to any conventional weaponry.
Superhumanly strong to an unprecedented extent.
Does not need to eat, sleep or breath and has unlimited stamina, provided he is exposed to our sun's light/radiation.
Is immortal, resistant to disease, eternally youthful, provided he is exposed to our sun's light/radiation.
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Has an indomitable willpower.
Has access to highly advanced alien technology, passed down from his deceased father, greater than any human technology.
Is completely sane and well balanced, saves lives because he can.
Has a loving wife, and a dutiful son (sometimes :P).
Does not wear a mask.

Is harmed by:
The rare mineral Kryptonite.
Some types of supernatural power.
Weapons that have at least a greater power than an atomic bomb.
Is weakened by his emotional defects.

Is bound by his ethics never to kill anyone.

Batman:
Is extraordinarily clever (Genius human intellect, master of disguise, world's greatest detective).
Has an indomitable willpower.
Spent his whole life learning how to fight.
Has lots of money to spend on making humanly limited inventions to help him in his battle against crime,.
Is totally crazy, only fights bad guys because he was scarred as a child by his parents death at the hands of a mugger, protects innocent lives when he isn't sleeping.
Is single, has on-off relationships with few women (Cat-woman, Talia-Al-Ghul, others)
Has a crazy ex-girlfriend (daughter of one of his enemies) who mothered his even crazier son.
Is strengthened by his emotional defects.

Is harmed by:
Bullets, knives, punches, explosions, falling, radiation, diseases, cancer, ageing, stubbed toes, anything that you are.
Protects his identity with a mask.

Is bound by his ethics never to kill anyone.


Superman Vs Batman = Batman wins.

I know who is more awesome. Do you?

Softly Moving Inexorable Harmonies

The sand slowly falls from bulb to bulb.

Lights dwindle and shake, and burst and fail.

The earth grows hotter, and the oceans boil.

Our heroes stumble, and perish, are buried and forgot.

Inventions are built, and wonders are wrought.

Beings made only of words are written.

Questions are asked, and answers are hidden.

Ships sail on through the inky infinite.

Lives are spent freely and children are born.

Masters speak of other worlds and selves, their kinship to our own undeniable.

Baking thousand hour days, and freezing nights of equal length.

Squelching creatures, mouldering in the dark. Waiting for their time to rise.

Strangers that walk in honesty, come to change new places.

And a new order. For a changed home.

No Matter

I was, just a little while back, abused for voicing an opinion that no one else bothered to try to understand.

But, it doesn't matter.

It's not like I'm some giant enigma, I'm not too complicated to understand. But, I find largely people are more comfortable believing big simple things, and ignoring how things actually are, rather than tax their brains trying to figure out the way people really feel and what sayings really mean.

I'm not ashamed of thinking the way I do, even if you are. I'm not ashamed of standing up for my people, despite the wrong we have done, and despite that most people would rather believe that we are awful, than accept that we are just people, as with everyone else.

It makes me tired, to argue. I try not to generally. I just try to live, and maintain a little integrity to self while I'm at it.

What would you have me do?

You Lose

I was playing a game once at a fete thing, and it was obviously broken. The object of the game was to get your tennis ball through the hoop, an easy task. But no matter how many balls one threw through the hoop, a message in red LEDs would appear on the backplate saying simply, "You lose" and bark out an awful blare of machine noise.

What a bastard of a world to be born into, that gives no point or reason, not a gesture of hope but that we make for ourselves, and yet offers us no better option to live with.

In the real world, nothing you do will matter, nothing you say will make the slightest difference, soon you will be dead, and soon after that you'll be forgotten.

It's not as though our environment is vicious, or malicious, it just doesn't care at all. You are no more relevant to this human race than a lost grain of rice is relevant to solving world hunger, and the human race is no more relevant to the universe than a speck smaller than the smallest flake of dust, floating in an infinite lifeless void, is to anything.

You lose.