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  • It’s been a while

    It’s been a while

    Wow, this blog is seventeen years old, now.  It’s been on hiatus for about ten, eight.  It’s fascinating reading back through some of the older posts.  A few are a bit direct, you might say.  I think my attitudes are a bit more nuanced at this point, simply due to just living.  I’ll leave them up, even though they don’t represent who I am, now.  Funny how age gives one perspective.

    Highlights of the last eight years…
    I married the person I’ve now been with for nineteen years, and, not only do we love each other, we actually like each other.  That’s the secret to long-term relationships, in my opinion.

    Writing-wise, I produced a few more novels, although they’ve been sitting dormant for a number of years.  They will be exhumed, however.

    I took three years to study creative writing and screenwriting at Western Colorado University’s MFA program.  One of the best experiences in my life.  My growth as a writer accelerated.  A lot.  I met great people, many of whom I now count as close friends.  I stepped out of my comfort zone and studied screenwriting.

    I’ve had a few short pieces published (see the publications page.)  I hope to have some of my novel length projects published soon.

    On the work front, I found my way back into the Virtual Reality field, first at High Fidelity, then back at Linden Lab, where I now try to help others do their best work as an engineering manager.

    I won’t go into the challenging times.  We’ve all had them, with COVID, political strife, rampant hatred, and all that.
    Overall, live has been fulfilling.

    Stay tuned for hopefully more blog posts.

  • Eclipse 2017!

    Eclipse 2017!

    Eclipse
    Went eclipse watching this last weekend.  Some highlights include:

    • Coyotes laughing at us every two hours while we tried to sleep.
    • A cold cold cold night.
    • An epic 12 hour drive home.
    • Forgetting pillows.

    Sound horrible?  Not even close.  It was absolutely amazing.  Photos like the one above (my favorite), our little dog Bridget had a blast, and an absolutely beautiful camping spot in the middle of a cowfield in central Oregon.

  • It’s Alive!

    It’s Alive!

    “Throw the switch, Igor!”

    “Yes master.”

    Stitched together from the words of countless blog posts, the abomination twitches on the slab as electricity courses through the thoughts and edits, bringing something akin to life.  Or unlife.

    Some pieces may be missing, some changed to make them fit, but the creature animates none the less, in all its horrid glory.

    The blog is back.  May it live on.

  • Confessions of a Night Walker

    Confessions of a Night Walker

    Hello.  My name is Roxanne, and I’m a nightwalker.

    (this is where y’all say “Hi Roxanne” and clap).

    No, I’m not talking about being a vampire.  Or a sleepwalker.  I’m just nocturnal.

    Don’t get me wrong, I do like the sun.  I really do.  It’s a really great thing.  But…I’m really at my best at night, and I don’t mean a measly 11pm, when most of y’all daywalkers have turned in and are in the middle of REM sleep.

    Midnight to 4am are some of my most productive hours.  Heck, I’m mostly good from 2pm on, which gives me a few hours of daylight in the middle of winter.

    And this world is dead-set against me because of that.

    I can’t even tell you how many times It’s been implied that I’m lazy, sleeping in all the time like I do.  I mean really, how could I not be lazy if I sleep in to noon.

    So…how bout this.  All you early risers who start at 7am, and think you’re super hard working and ultra productive.  I’ve seen you take your hour lunch breaks, then leave at five to go home, and do non-work things.  9 hours a day, 5 days a week, at best, and you claim you’re super-hard-working dedicated people.  (I won’t go into the golf afternoons)

    If I go to work at 11am, more often than not I’ll leave at 7 with an hour lunch break.  And then I’ll put in 3 or 4 more hours in the darkness of night.  It’s not uncommon for us night-owl developers to put in 10-12 hour days.  Those extra 3-4 hours?  Those are the undisturbed hours, free of you daywalkers.

    Who’s the lazy,unproductive one now, eh?

    After 10pm, there’s no distractions from restaurants, shopping, and all that.

    After 2am, you can’t even go to a bar.  There’s nothing on but infomercials.

    There’s no traffic on facebook.  No news stories on the news sites.  The internet grinds down for the most part (at least for your region).  Plenty of time to be with your thoughts and ideas.

    There’s nothing else to do but express ones creativity.  Those are the best hours.

    Day people still get preferable treatment.  We still need to adjust our schedules to meet your needs.  But you’re stuck in the past, in a time when the sun ruled over the only work available…agriculture.

    We live in the future.  A time where productivity is not ruled by that glaring orb.

    Our only weakness?  We’re exhausted, stuck adjusting our schedules to the needs of day people.

    What if we, the night people, were well rested, living on our own schedules.

    The early bird may get the worm, but the night owl gets much more than measly invertebrates crawling through the dirt.  We hunt the early bird.

  • Insomnia Sux

    Insomnia Sux

    Okay, I went and got my schedule all turned around.  Insufficient sleep for the last two weeks, and poor sleep at that.  I finally crashed last night, woke up at four, and here I am, almost five in the morning and still awake.

    Gah.

  • Sucker Punch

    Sucker Punch

    Taking a moment out of my NaNo writing for a little rant.

    I avoided going to see SuckerPunch in the movie theater as the reviews were an endless flood of ‘this is the worst movie ever made.’  I was skeptical that it would unseat Ulli Lommel’s “The Raven”
    or Highlander II : The Sickening.  Regardless, I decided to wait until it came out on video.

    So, we watched it tonight.  And…I liked it.  It was fantastic on the eyes.  There were some great visual storytelling moments, like the silent prologue.  The music rocked.

    And…well…  wait, let me tell you what I found when I did some exploration into the movie reviews, trying to understand why I was such an unsophisticated twit for liking this film.

    I went and googled ‘SuckerPunch review’.  I figure that’s a good way to get some links to a review of a movie, as google knows all.  And yes, the first three pages or so or results were scathing reviews.

    They concurred that it was ‘pretty’, but that the acting was flat and uninspiring.  And, they pretty much all agreed that the movie was made for 13 year old boys by people who were emotionally 13 year old boys.

    I see how it is.

    A movie about women fighting back after being abused, locked away, raped, beaten is a movie for 13 year old boys.  Well, good then.  I’m all about educating those boys about female empowerment.  About how it’s ok to go kick some ass if some jerk starts treating you like property, or worse.

    Just seems it’s not a movie for wannabe ‘progressive’, ‘sexually modern’ movie reviewers who want to   un objectify women by preaching that movies that show any female sexuality are simply doing so to appeal to 13 year old boys.  That…my friends…is objectifying female sexuality.

    Only one review by Scott Mendelson at Huffington Post seemed to get it.

    Oh, I should note.  All of those movie reviewers who panned the movie were…men.  Actually, I couldn’t find any obviously female movie reviewers in the first two pages of google search results.  There were a few reviewers that simply used their first initial (a trick you use when you’re writing in an area reserved for another gender).

    I don’t know about other places, but where I live, women cherish their ability to express sexuality.  It’s a form of power (as seen in the movie).  The Slut Walk, Burlesque, bellydance, roller derby…all of them are about female power and sexuality, at least in my town.

    I say good job on portraying female empowerment, SuckerPunch.

    Anyway…if ya got it, flaunt it.  Then kick ass with it.
    And if ya don’t got it…then go get it.

    PS: SuckerPunch passed the Bechdel Test  Good job on that too.

  • I’m Followin’ James Bond!

    I’m Followin’ James Bond!

    I rather like to travel.  Really, I do.  And I’ve picked up this lifetime
    goal of traveling to all of the locations used in James Bond movies.
    Not the exact locations, but the cities or general areas.

    Here’s what I got so far:
    London/England – pretty much every film
    Istanbul – From Russia with Love, The World is Not Enough
    Mexico – Goldfinger
    France(I drove all over) – Thunderball, Moonraker, A View to a Kill (paris), Golden Eye, Diamonds are Forever
    New York – Live and Let Die
    New Orleans – Live and Let Die
    Bangkok  The Man with the Golden Gun (I’ve also been to the island, which is in Thailand in reality)
    Austria – The Spy Who Loved Me, The Living Daylights, Quantum of Solace
    Scotland – The Spy Who Loved Me, The World is Not Enough
    Egypt – The Spy Who Loved Me (Cairo, Giza, Luxor, etc.), Diamonds are Forever
    Greece – For Your Eyes Only
    Germany(all over) – Octapussy, Tomorrow Never Dies
    San Francisco – A View to a Kill
    Vegas – Diamonds are Forever
    Los Angeles – Diamonds are Forever
    Amsterdam – Diamonds are Forever
    Switzerland – On Her Majesties Secret Service (I’m counting Geneva separate)

    While I have a few trips planned to places I’ve already been (New Orleans, Egypt), I think I should add Italy to the list shortly.  I’ll probably need to skip Uganda, North Korea and the like for the time being, but in a hundred years or so, who knows.

    And ultimately, I want to go to space…Moonraker.

    I’ve traveled to a few rather interesting places that aren’t related to the movies as well.
    Budapest, the desert southwest US, the northern US, Canada, Sweden, Denmark.

    Anyway, travel is fun.  I challenge people to do it, even if it’s only to a neighboring city.

  • Roxie’s Plan to Conquer Mars

    Roxie’s Plan to Conquer Mars

    I’ve been working on a plan to conquer mars for some time (if the zombie apocalypse doesn’t materialize).  I like the color red, and Mars is a really cool place.

    First, it’s gonna take time to conquer entire planets, starting with Mars and moving on to Earth (and maybe beyond).  Patience is a virtue.

    2030 – Medical Science Extends Lifespan
    By 2030, stem cell research, telemerase therapy and genetic manipulation will have extended the average humans expected lifespan to at least 150 years. Of course, as time goes on improvements in medical technology as well as the technological augmentation of humans will extend life further, so its unclear what the true lifespan of humans could be.

    I jump onto these therapies early, resulting in a permanent existence with the health and appearance of a 30 year old.
    I do decide to keep my prosthetic arm, lost in an accident involving the upgrade of my home security robot to Windows 20, SP2.
    Hey, it’s nice and strong and has excellent dexterity.

    2035 – First Human Presence on Mars
    A collaboration of corporations led by McDonalds get the great idea of swinging asteroids from the asteroid belt into earth orbit in the form of giant corporate logos and advertisements. As Mars is an obvious refueling and provisioning stop for such an activity due to its large water reserves, McDonalds and Walmart fund the establishment of a settlement on Mars.

    2045 – First Children on Mars
    Hey, those colonists can get bored. At least the advertising executives. The water miners, pilots and such tend to have too much real work to do to have kids.

    2060 – I Go to Mars
    Due to an unfortunate incident involving a sheep and a congressman from the ultraconservative state of Washington, I’m forced to forge false identity documents including a long resume as a young advertising executive with an aerospace background. Coca Cola loves me and ships me out to Mars on the next flight.

    2062 – The Children of Mars are Teenagers
    As teenagers prone to do, they of Mars rebel against their advertising executive parents on the surface. They secretly study to become, ugh, engineers.
    I come out to them as a fugitive software developer with robotics experience and start teaching, in secret, in my ample spare time. Remember, I’m an advertising executive. I’ve a desk, some of those executive toys, and a bunch of administrative assistants to do all my work. I never installed solitaire 2058 on my neural implant so I actually tend to use my brain. They kids also rebel by secretly not eating fast food. They start underground hydroponics labs.

    2065 – War Breaks Out on Earth
    The fast food wars break out on Earth. The re-introduction of tasty trans fat by KFC drives their sales numbers through the roof. People are addicted. Heart disease becomes a factor in life span again, both for those with natural hearts and those with artificial hearts.  Those fats tend to clog the mechanisms. The other fast food companies begin a nasty advertising campaign against the now very powerful KFC. KFC retaliates with a tactical nuclear attack on the Dominos headquarters. McDonalds destroys the KFC trans fat factories. The 65% of the population of the US addicted to trans fat rebels. The government uses harsh techniques to quell them. The government is overthrown. Non trans fat addicts fear for their rights, and civil war breaks out. It spills over to the rest of the world.
    Mars is left to fend for itself.

    2068 – The Adults of Mars Go Feral
    As they’ve no shipments of frozen chicken nuggets, the advertising execs, space pilots and miners go feral and start hunting one another, frying up people mcnuggets. I take the kids and run for the hills.

    2070 – Martian Reconstruction
    The young engineers, scientists and other talented people under my care re-activate the robotic construction systems used to build the initial colonies and construct a new colony near the summit of Olympus Mons. The elect me colony leader.

    2075 – Migration from Earth
    Word leaks to the oppressed on earth who are sick of the corporate superculture, war, and so on. They hijack the remaining dormant space transports and begin to migrate to the mostly empty Mars. The colony grows to 10,000 in two years, and then another 2000 are born a year later. These migrants are so grateful they re-elect me.

    2080 – Construction of Migration Ships
    Millions clammer for asylum from the CSW (Consumer States of Walmart.) Walmart had absorbed the remaining fast-food chains and had pushed all other ventures out of business. We activate the space-based automated asteroid retrievers and drive numerous asteroids to Mars, converting them to migration vessels with the automated McDonalds logo conversion machines. We paint the giant M-shaped ships red, though. Red for Mars.

    2090 – The First Wave of the Migration Fleet Arrives at Earth
    And Walmart is not pleased to lose consumers. They launch numerous old ICBMs at the martian fleet and decimate it. Only 25% of the fleet remained, and was able to carry 5000 asylum seekers.

    2100 – We Create Military Migration Fleet
    We build new ships and arm them with nuclear weapons, biological weapons targeting those with high trans-fat content, and nanotechnology capable of targeting earth-based weaponry.
    I’m named supreme commander of the new military fleet.

    2105 – We Turn Towards Earth
    We begin our trek to earth, dragging numerous asteroids with us.

    2107 – Conquest
    We deploy our weapons, including numerous asteroids, which take out major military installations as well as corporate headquarters.
    We load the asylum seekers on ferry vessels and ship them to Mars, now with utopian colonies.

    2107.1 – The Corporate Boards of Earth Concede
    The resources of earth are now ours. Taking a queue from previous invasions and occupations (The Roman Empire, The Ottoman Empire) we build schools, hospitals and so on. The remaining people who were reluctant to get involved in the corporate consumer culture gladly attend them. I break up the corporations and try to start democracy, but retain supreme command of the Martian fleet.

    2108 – Famine
    Distribution of chicken mcnuggets has ceased. food is running out. people are in trouble. We establish factories making food based on soy spliced with kelp as the land can support no farming.

    2110 – Meat
    The trans fat addicts refuse to eat healthy food based on kelp-soy. We establish meat factories using the only remaining source of meat, the malcontent residents of earth.

    2115 – Return to Dictatorial Rule
    After attempting democratic rule for a short period, it becomes obvious that the previously consumer culture simply cannot make good decisions. I start a silent coup and regain control of the governments of earth, placing the educated in charge under the Martian military. I become supreme commander of Earth as well as Mars.

    2118 – A New Royal Movement
    A royal movement starts in Britian, with people wanting to return to the old ways. It spreads quickly and they elect me regent. As I am also supreme commander of Mars, I’m elected Empress of the solar system.

    2125+ – Equilibrium
    Due to the very large population of earth, we need to control growth. The death rate has increased since the return of trans fat, but it’s still quite low. We also need good planning as to roles in society. Breeding is controlled to produce those more suitable for work in the algae pits, those more suitable for administrative duties, etc. The new generations become content in their roles, as they are bred to be.
    See Brave New World by Aldous Huxley for details.

  • Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse!

    The zombie apocalypse is coming.  It might be tomorrow, or it might be next year, but it’s definitely coming.  Are you prepared?

    I’ve been working on a plan for survival for some time now.  I think I’ve got it nailed down pretty good now.  We’ll see in the upcoming year or two.

    First, my assumptions.  I’m going with the worse case.

    Yes, some folk may sneer at fast zombies.  They prefer the old-school George Romero style leg draggers, but why simply assume those stupid lumbering fragile corpses will be the worst thing you’ll face.  I’m preparing for fast zombies.  The Left 4 Dead I Am Legend style zombies.  Ones who were turned while alive and still have zoom left in those bones.

    I’m also going with the infectious zombie paradigm.  Get bitten and you turn, simple as that.  Even a scratch could give you the nasty.  The epidemiology of zombiedom would be rough.  It’ll spread far and wide, with very few left untouched.  And those will be the smart and quick.  No immunity get-out-of-zombie free card around here.

    And, worst case, the surviving people go a bit feral.  More than a bit.  It’ll all be survivalist rednecks and the like.  They may actually be worse than the zombies.

    So, here’s the plan.

    Soon as the outbreak gets a bit real, there’ll be an increased military presence.  If y’all see more than, say, ten military choppers in the sky, it’s time to bail.  Until then, hide in your basement, or in your neighbors basement.  Gather food, water, fuel, clothing, guns, and tools, both power and not.

    Once the choppers show up, and I’m picking choppers as an arbitrary sign that y’all should be able to see, well once they show up, I’m making my way to Shilshole Bay Marina.  There are plenty of boats there, and we’ll need the biggest sailboats we can find.  If you can’t sail, well, you’ll have to learn.

    We’ll nab the biggest few we can find, load up all of our supplies.  Hopefully the diesel tanks will be full, but if not, we may need to fill up.  Water too.

    We’ll then head north.  Don’t look back, stay in the middle of the sound, and head north.  Up past the San Juans, past Vancouver Island, almost to Alaska.  There are a lot of small islands up there.  A lot.  And Fjords.  Plenty of remote places to hide and set up a lair.

    We’ll find a nice abandoned island, possibly with a few structures on it, and a fjord with a dock.  Good for hiding.

    Once we make set up, we’ll use that as our home port for….pirating.  Yes, the plan is to become pirates.

    It’ll be tough at first, as most of the water traffic will be motorboats, faster than our sailboats, but once fuel becomes a bit scarce, the tides will turn, so to speak.  We’ll mount cannons on our deck (that’s what the tools are for, to make cannons.)  We’ll have cutlasses.  We’ll be good old-fashioned pirates.

    Water traffic will die down, so we’ll need to do what all good pirates do when there’s not much fair game on the open seas.  We’ll pillage.  We’ll head to small towns here and there, chop our way through any zombie hordes, which should be easy ’cause you only get tens of thousands of zombies in small towns in the movies and video games.  Any survivors?  We’ll need to deal with them, but we’ll have surprise on our side.  Who expects real pirates.  And hey, maybe they’ll want to join us.

    There should be plenty of ale and rum to be had.  Zombies don’t drink booze.  We’ll of course go after that first.  And salt pork.  And lemons.  Don’t want to get scurvy.

    I think good old fashioned piracy is probably the best strategy for zombie-end-days survival.  Well, it’s at least the most stylish.

    Yarrrrr!

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