A sideways glance into the mind of filsmyth (previously Phil Smith), author of Virtual Dreamer.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

the state of fil


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the state of fil

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Relax -- I'm not about to declare a new micronation...

You know what, though, we might as well all be living in our own one-person countries. Everyone sees things from his or her own perspective, has unique experiences...

More than most, I live inside my own mind. While my social awkwardness continues to diminish with age, I still don't 'fit in', am still very much puzzled by the motivations of others.

Speaking of others, many over the years have accused me of a distinct lack of motivation. Ambition. Momentum. Work ethic.

To that last one? When I get focussed on something (like a carving project) I can doggedly pursue it for hours on end. Many reading this will have seen the results. Trouble is, something (call it life, if you will) always gets in the way. Thus my carvings most often get put aside -- for days, weeks, months, sometimes even years...

Would be nice if I had the space and other resources -- and more importantly, a lack of other responsibilities -- needed to complete my various creative projects.

Time. Space. Freedom.

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One of my favourite quotes is from, of all people, Teddy Roosevelt. He once said, "Do what you can, with what you have, where you are."

Well, here I have a computer (though I share it with the rest of my immediate family), and I can write -- so about 3 years ago, thanks to a then-new friend asking me what I was doing with my life, I decided to write a novel.

I keep saying that the time for me to jump into the process of the actual writing is imminent, after having built it in my head for so long -- and I still feel that way, more and more.

But, I need some things.

I need large blocks of uninterrupted time. I need a constant supply of cigarettes (made from additive-free tobacco), Twinings Earl Grey tea, dark brown sugar to sweeten it -- and at other times, beer.

Since I pretty much have those things, what I do not have is an excuse.

So, what I really need is resolve.

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But, how long does it take to write one's first novel anyway? It takes as long as it takes, and everyone's process is different.

I don't want to give away the story in this space, but the novel involves technology that could, if properly applied, transform our society and help us realize our potential. From very early on, after an intuitive leap, when I discarded the original premise of an unfinished short story I planned to extend, I realized my novel could potentially play an important role in our transition from the current paradigm of scarcity to a paradigm of abundance -- from the oppressive, fucked-up present to a prosperous, wonderful future.

My short story involved a solitary gamer who had been hermiting himself aboard a space yacht in Earth orbit. His physical needs were met by his ship, all the others via his holographic interface. Never mind what he was about to go through...

I was thinking about holography, you know, something like the Holodecks in various Star Trek episodes and films, wondering how anything artificial could feel real. What I realized in a sudden flash was that if a gaming system was ever going to successfully simulate real life in the way portrayed in Holodeck experiences, the gamer would have to enter a dreamlike state.

Virtual Dreaming! The possibilities began to open up, and an obvious title presented itself: Virtual Dreamer. My original short-story premise, in the light of what I began to imagine, seemed lame. The novel would have to center around the people involved in developing the technology...

Flash-forward to 3 years later (spoiler alert):

All this time I've been living with the idea of how Virtual Dreaming technology will change our world -- aware that it already exists on this planet, in secret, if not in the specific configuration envisioned.

It's like lucid dreaming, or a mushroom trip, except that you're in total control and things can be very concretely defined, recorded, broadcast, shared.

The system triggers an altered state of awareness, and responds to your thoughts.

It could allow us to simply hold a simulated telepathic dialogue with another person, or even more simply, commit thoughts directly to text.

For gaming, it would provide predetermined environments, objects, and scenarios, all shareable -- but possibly subject to change at the gamer's whim.

For design, beyond CAD we have VD/CAD, where you can build a virtual model of anything you want, assisted by artificial intelligence and possibly in collaboration with others. Technical specifications can be filled in for you, and all the while the thing is right there with you, in sight, touch, smell and sound (even taste, where appropriate). Want to design a car? You could sit in it even before it was finished, fully test it out during the design process -- and if you like, find out how it would feel to get run over by it.

Yes 'Virtual Dreaming' is shortened to 'VD'. Think it would be any less infectious? Yet, virtual sex becomes available -- the safest sex imaginable.

People could meet in a virtual space, and actually feel like they were there, and it would be the easiest thing ever to hold a telepathic conversation with anyone else in the 'room'. You would instantly comprehend any and all ideas offered. This would be extremely useful for achieving consensus for any public project or hearing. Such an event could be recorded for future reference, the 'reader' fully experiencing it except for the inability to interact.

Similarly, the memories of attendees of any past event could be pooled with existing footage, resulting in the ability for anyone to newly experience, say, Woodstock. The source memories would be far more explicit and detailed than what anyone could recall unaided.

For that matter, the technology could be used by any individual to revisit past experiences, in private. Just think of a moment, and you're there.

You could of course dream up anything at all, and live it, in private, or semi-privately, or as publicly, even virally, as the public allows.

Everything is connected, much more seamlessly than the experience of surfing the interwebs we enjoy today. This is the next step beyond internet, and it is a quantum leap.

Basically we would (will) become a telepathic society, with a little technological help.

This has many implications.

It changes almost everything.

It completely transforms governance. We will finally be able to have a government truly of, by and for the People -- everywhere. It will be completely transparent and nearly effortless, so that once we've got the hang of it it will be like having no government at all.

Eventually we will (re)gain the ability to access the altered states of conciousness necessary for all these activities without help, relying on the Intelligent System (IS) only to maintain virtual realms and supply connectivity with robotic devices.

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Maybe, after reading the above, you can see why it's been 3 years and I still have yet to really begin the actual writing of my novel. I've had to try and figure a LOT of things out, about how the technology is stumbled upon, how my characters deal with the implications, how they've made use of it, where it's all going -- and most of all, how to tell the story. During this time I've encountered several revelations that have blown the plotline to bits, leaving me with only a beginning reft with uncertainty.

Best I can do is present a character who is faced with explaining it all to someone else -- someone with a knack for producing video interviews. The reader, then, will learn everything largely through the interviewer.

I can only spoil the story so much, as it has not been written. My hope is that it will be entertaining, drawing the reader in. If it becomes popular enough, it would expose a segment of the population to the potential of the technology...

Perhaps that would spur (re-)development of the technology, turning fiction into fact...

...And THAT thought has been creating a certain amount of pressure on me over the last 36 months. Is this really my responsibility?!?

Could one man's first novel be that important?

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By the way, during this time I have also travelled 'down the rabbit hole' to a place where very few have tread. Using my intuition and discernment, I have acquired a worldview that would likely prove unpopular even amongst the most die-hard truthseekers.

I do not feel it is my place, at this moment, to reveal what I have learned. Too much of it flies in the face of what most accept as 'reality'.

Meanwhile, the veil continues to be lifted. Eventually, what I have learned will be evident to anyone not morbidly consumed by the non-reality fed to us over generations.

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I dream of creating music. I have carving projects to finish, and one to begin. Most of all I have this novel to write.

Wish me luck.


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filsmyth

December 26, 2010

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Saturday, October 31, 2009

Water for Fuel

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Since I named it after the ship from Star Trek -- Deep Space Nine,
maybe
it should be called the Defiant II...


I got it about 4 years ago and barely got to enjoy driving it. The starter motor housing would become magnetized, immobilizing the motor itself. A couple dozen taps with a ball peen hammer were required for degaussing before it would start, almost every time.

Then one day it acted like it was starving for fuel -- and I thought I'd just found the spot on the gauge that meant the tank was seriously empty, and felt lucky to be able to coast to a pump...

NO. It had been sitting for years before I traded it for a six-pack of Guinness and had it flatbedded to a shop where the fuel system was cleaned out. Apparently they missed something. My best guess is that there's a clog in one or more of the injectors...

AAAAAAAnyway so the 1981 Toyota Cressida I call the DEFIANT has been sitting on the street in front of my house since then, slowly deteriorating while I've dreamt of converting it to electric. As an electric car, it would never have fuel or starter trouble.

NOT SO FAST.

I don't mean it wouldn't be as quick after such a conversion. I mean, recently I've been rethinking this...

More and more people around the world have been experimenting with GEET systems, and with 'HHO', with a certain amount of success. Some of them document their successes on YouTube -- meaning that these days, it's much easier to get an idea of how to take advantage of these alternative technologies.


A GEET system, simply put, adds water to the air/fuel mixture. With each combustion cycle of each cylinder, the water turns to steam -- and that expansion would be plenty, by itself, to run the engine. Of course you still need fuel, but you use much, much less (and emissions are greatly reduced).

Really, if I could just get my Cressida running again, without any starter trouble or fuel clog worries, that would make me pretty happy. Totally doable, and would have been done a long time ago if I didn't have something else to drive -- but I guess there hasn't been enough motivation...


'HHO' is simply H2O split into its basic elements. THIS IS NOT HARD TO DO, has in fact been done since the 1830s. If you make colloidal silver and have seen bubbles on your electrodes, those are bubbles of hydrogen on one and oxygen on the other...! All it takes is electricity and water, basically...

You may see fancy generators made with stainless steel cylinders arranged 'just so' -- but it doesn't have to be that complicated. I won't get into the details here, as I am not (yet) an expert, but I've seen a convincing demonstration (just search YouTube for 'HHO').

The result of the process is a gaseous mixture of hydrogen and oxygen. If you think that sounds dangerous, you're right -- potentially, it could be. However the volume of these gasses is kept low, the idea being to produce them just before they are consumed by the engine.

If you think you can't produce enough hydrogen to even keep an engine running, from an electrical system charged by that engine, you're just plain wrong. It's just, the technology has been suppressed (for obvious reasons, if you think about it)...


Now, especially if GEET and HHO are combined (meaning less 'fuel' would have to be produced), there really is no GOOD reason we can't all be powering our vehicles with water -- and the thing about it is, it's a lot less expensive than converting to electric.

Of course an electric vehicle still has far fewer moving parts, needs less maintenance, and is more reliable -- but I digress...


Ever use a dehumidifier? If so, you've seen how water can be extracted from the air. There are systems that use the same technology to provide drinking water, even some meant to be mounted in vehicles. Incorporating one of those, potentially you would never even have to add water...!



Summary:

Water contains hydrogen, which is highly flammable, and oxygen. There is no need to separate these gasses after the water is split, especially if they're to be combusted right away.

Water can be added to the air/fuel mixture in an internal combustion engine to increase its efficiency.

Water can be extracted from the air. There is a small amount of water vapor even in the air of desert climates.

The technology to do these things all in one vehicle is not complicated. Theoretically it could have been done a hundred years ago.


Having revised my plan of how to convert my old Toyota into something that doesn't use gasoline (and that moves) -- at a fraction of the cost of the previous plan, and without the range issue -- I find the epic road trip I've been wanting to take coming into clearer focus.

And, the car's nickname begins to make even more sense.




filsmyth AKA 'Phil Smith'
October 30, 2009

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Sunday, July 05, 2009

too much and not enough

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I have too much going on and at the same time, not enough.


Soon I may have my own website... Maybe you think I already have one, the Nation of Earth member site -- but though I've probably been treating it as 'my' site, it's supposed to be for all sentient beings on and near Earth.


The new site is to be for me and my novel, Virtual Dreamer, and the idea is to present the novel online as it unfolds. What I want is for it to be a member site like NoE, but with a lot of its content restricted to a select few friends -- obviously I want the novel to be secure, but I think it would help my process to be able to 'publish' my writing online, and maybe even write it right there on the site.

Meanwhile I would like to use one forum section as my personal blog (yes, what Phil's Mythos, right here, serves as for the time being), while another section would be for discussion and feedback.


There may very well be a way to offer subscriptions and/or a pay-as-you-go, chapter-by-chapter purchase. Am I being presumptuous? I may be an unpublished author working on his first novel, but if the first chapter or two can be presented free-of-charge, I don't think it's unreasonable to expect that a certain percentage of readers would be willing to pay a small fee to not only experience more of the story, but to be among the first to do so.

Really, I don't have much of an understanding of what motivates people to spend, and the only motivation I myself have for even considering the sale of my work in this manner is that the possibility of even a slight income might help to get my family to allow me more computer time (we all share one device).

Just having a site on which to publish, I think, will help my process immensely. Money be damned.



Of course I could just write it all offline, with a file for each chapter in a folder, but what I've become accustomed to is composing posts ONline, out there and accessible. Even if I just copy & paste from an offline composition...



Anyway, back to the subject line: My mind writes checks that I as a physical being in this chaotic world have trouble covering. I have too many ideas and projects for me to be able to deliver on them all, and this problem is compounded every time I think of something new. Too much to do, not enough actual doing.

Yet the novel incorporates many of my daydreams, so it becomes an ultimate expression.



Is there a complete thought above?

I like beer. In the early stages, I'm loosened up and ready to share. As my writing progresses, with beer as my beverage it gets more and more difficult to remain coherent.

Regardless of whether any of this post makes sense, I've reached the point where making sense takes second banana.

Wish me luck in sleeping this off.



filsmyth
05July2009



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Sunday, June 28, 2009

yep, I still want one

File:'09 Honda Ridgeline.JPG


I have my reasons. The Ridgeline:
  1. meets my passenger requirements
  2. would put me at eye level with all those SUVs, minivans, and other trucks people are driving
  3. has all-wheel-drive and decent off-road capability
  4. has an open bed -- not full-size, but big enough
  5. features a locking trunk under the bed, just forward of a tailgate that swings to the side as well as folding down normally
  6. gets reasonable fuel mileage
  7. is a Honda.
In short, it is the vehicle that would make the most sense for me to be driving, AND I happen to like it.

Don't get me started about how I'd modify and accessorize one...



filsmyth
28 June 2009


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Saturday, May 02, 2009

beltane

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Today (May 1st, Beltane) we got a pair of kittens, a brother and sister, bringing our cat total back up to 4.

Our impressive black tom, Velvet Jones, is now officially out on his own. Monterey Jack, who came with the house, lived to be about 20 but couldn't hang on. He got thinner and thinner, then sort of faded away, last year.

That left us with Mr. Sushi and Princess Leia. Two cats are plenty, but we knew someone with kittens. Kittens are hard to resist. These were the last two, and we thought they should stay together...

The black male, our daughter named 'Pope Emo V' on the way home. While I insist on at least approving new cats' names (unless they're already named, like Mon and Leia), I eventually had to admit that POPE EMO the FIFTH is a damn cool name for a tiny ball of fuzz.

This left me to name the female calico, the only one in the litter with extra toes, two on each side, inner. The innermost are very small and the outer ones normal-sized, making it look very much like she has thumbs (or as if she's wearing mittens). After getting to know her a bit, I could tell how adventurous she is, so I named her Avanti (Italian for 'forward', or 'ahead').


Enough about cats.


Also, recently I bought four little 'Mr. Stripey' tomato plants (my favourite variety) and have been thinking about how to go about hanging them upside down...

I'm not about to go out and buy some expensive planting system, or for that matter whatever relatively inexpensive hanging planters may be available. I don't even want to look for them. No, I'd rather make my own...

I've got quite a bit of black plastic sheeting, and we always seem to have wire hangers that we don't use. I can do this.

Where to hang them? There isn't enough light on the porch, and the eaves of the shed don't quite reach out far enough...

That leaves the trees.


Stay tuned. I might take photos...



filsmyth
Beltane 2009



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Wednesday, March 04, 2009

changing my name

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...Wha?

Wait -- let me explain. It's not a change as such, more of a refinement...

I am Phil Smith -- but then again, so are many others. I need to distinguish myself from all the other Phil Smiths out there (including the one who played saxophone for Haircut 100).

In recent years I've never had a problem registering 'filsmyth' as a username, anywhere...

I really have no use for 'Philip' (and people spell it wrong half the time anyway), let alone my middle name, 'Daniel'. I'm really not 'Philip Daniel Smith' anymore, if I ever was. I'm Phil Smith.

Or, filsmyth. Check it out -- it sounds just the same (click for audio): fil + smyth

Maybe there's a numerologist out there who will tell me I'm making a mistake with this change (haven't done anything 'legal' about it yet), but it feels right.

By the way, please don't capitalize it or separate it into two names -- but you can still call me 'fil' for short.


Stay crunchy
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filsmyth
04Mar09

PS The old me can now be seen in a video (smoking)...


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Saturday, January 24, 2009

spoons delayed

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The trip was delayed, indefinitely, so no -- the spoons aren't done.

These carvings can be difficult to let go, and that plus general procrastination partially explains why they take so long. I could go ahead and finish them, but seriously want to start getting decent images before they leave my hands. My friend has a camera that not only takes good macro, but does DVD-quality video...

Again, the moment of first oil is magickal. By shooting video I can share the moment and retain an excellent visual record of the carvings.

Patience...


Phil Smith
January 23, 2009

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Thursday, January 01, 2009

Is it 2009 already?


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Having a hard time wrapping my mind around the idea that it's been almost a year since I decided to write a novel.  Okay, so maybe I can't be called a novelist until it's done, and maybe only ONE person out there has an idea of how much work I've put into it -- though I have no permanent text to show...

Should I make a resolution?  FINE.  I will make just the one this year, to finish this thing.  I think that ought to be enough.  It's not like I'm a natural storyteller, or an accomplished liar, used to making shit up -- if I can finish this at all, it will be an accomplishment.

Things keep coming to me, that alter the overall story enough to keep me thinking the time is not yet right to begin the actual writing.




Virtual Dreamer is a work of near-future science fiction.  I just about have to finish and publish it within the next year for it to mean anything -- plus there's the expectation that print will cease to matter, even within the timeline of the novel itself.  If I'm to write it at all, yes, it needs to 'drop' before the end of 2009.


Within the next 2 weeks or so, I have to make sure I have half a dozen spoons ready for oil.  The plan is to use a friend's video camera to capture the moment of first oil on several carvings, on the weekend of my 42nd birthday.  Each of these carvings takes more hours than I can count, from raw hunk of wood to finished piece, some more than others...


At some point I need to pick up my bass again and work on my technique -- and find time to jam...


Nothing like the beginning of a new year to make you examine your work.  I look back at 2008 and realize I've been slacking, even more than a confirmed slacker should.


By the way?  The SLACKER button I have as my profile image was procured for me by a friend who has now passed.  I don't have the actual button, probably never will.



Like many others, I guess, often I find myself in front of a monitor and keyboard, wanting to express myself -- and sometimes there's no one specific to e-mail...  Here's hoping I get 'into the groove' enough with the novel, over the next few months, that my blog posts will become sparse...



Phil Smith
January 1, 2009


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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

another death, and an accidental shooting

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The two (or three), by the way, are unrelated.



In August, a friend of mine passed unexpectedly.  Last week another friend passed, and it was way overdue.

Frank Winans was an extraordinary man, to say the least.  Quite a while ago he found Mark Wolfe left for dead in a ditch.  The rest, as they say, is history...

Mark was never quite well, after that.  Frank told me he had been clinically dead at least 6 times, and for some reason my intuition tells me it was 9.  There was a certain amount of brain damage, and he had circulatory problems along with a host of other medical issues.  Doctors couldn't explain how Mark remained among the living.

Frank kept him alive.

They were best friends.

In 2005, having known the two of them only online, I met them for the first time in person to go on a weekend trip -- to meet someone else we had only known online.  Even though "Kortron" (rest his soul) turned out to be an aging punk, the trip was, overall, quite enjoyable.  Despite how annoying Mark could be at times, he was very open and loving.  There was something pure about him, and like Frank he possessed psychic abilities.  He could see auras, told me mine was multicoloured, "like a rainbow".

On that trip, for which I did all the driving, I played a cassette from a local Parkersburg musician.  One of the songs was Let Your Dog Out.  On the night Mark passed, one of our mutual friends was awakened by her German Shepherd pup licking her feet.  This puppy had been locked in a kennel as part of her training to become a K9 (police) dog, and could not have gotten out on her own -- and all the Humans in the house had been asleep.  Mark had a K9 school dropout German shepherd, by the way, up until Frank's passing (Frank had moved Mark in to live with him, and when Frank passed Mark was put in a hospital, then moved to another, faraway hospital after Frank's funeral).

This dog (puppy) being let out was not only a message to our mutual friends, but to me.

While I was in college my father passed, and so did my girlfriend's grandfather.  Dad's passing message came to me as a news announcement on an old-time radio in a dream:  "Kenneth Smith, dead at 51..."...  I woke up and took a shower, which my roommate interrupted with an important phone call.  It was my oldest brother, and when he told me the news I said "I know...".  Heather had a watch her grandfather had given her, and it stopped.  When her grandmother pried the crystal off, the watch started running again.  It had stopped because the second hand had somehow been curved upward until it met the crystal.



I have questions.

Mark, an ex-Marine, was left for dead in a ditch.  Why?

Frank, as it happens, had a heart condition he didn't let on about.  The official finding was that his body succombed to a myocardial infarction, and that was the cause of death -- but he also suffered a massive head trauma, and bled out.  Did the heart attack cause him to slip and fall, as we are led to believe, or did the hit come first, and cause the heart attack?  And, was it an accident or a blow from an intruder?

Frank, long ago, was one of the 'Nasty Nine'.  They were a group of hackers who, back in the day, caused a lot of trouble.  Frank was always on the right side of things, so I'm sure any trouble he caused with his hacking was well-intentioned.  Later on he became a paralegal, and helped a lot of people win cases against a corrupt local system.  I'm not pointing any fingers, but I suspect foul play.

With Frank gone, it was only a matter of time before mark was gone too.

Of course they're not really gone.  They've merely shed the 'jackets' of the corporeal beings by which we knew them, and are now flitting about in the spirit world much as they used to, when they would indulge in astral travel -- but now without the burden of having to return to a physical body.

If I miss them it's because I'm not very well tuned-in to their plane of existence.

No, I'm stuck here in the 'real'.



Here in the 'real', on Monday my wife decided to go to a shooting range for the first time -- while I was sleeping.  Text from our local TV station's website:

A woman was taken to an area hospital after being shot in the stomach this afternoon.

It happened at the Mountwood Park shooting range around 3:00.

The Wood County Sheriff's Office believes the shooting was accidental.

Officials say someone was putting a gun into case when it went off.

Officers say the bullet shot through the case and hit a woman in the stomach.

The victim was taken to Camden Clark Memorial Hospital.

Her name and condition have not been released.


Her stomach was not hit.  That would have been bad.  The bullet didn't hit any organs at all -- and today she's back at work, with large Band-Aids over her three little GSWs and a little .22-caliber bullet riding around inside her (it wasn't removed, and she may carry it for the rest of her life).

We don't have any firearms in the house -- the .22 pistol (a rather silly piece, if you ask me) was someone else's.

As an Army veteran I have a certain amount of experience with firearms, but have never fired a handgun and don't (really*) plan to own one.  For that matter I've handled and set off explosives.  Should I keep those in the house?

I believe in the Second Amendment.  It's just my personal choice not to exercise my right to keep and bear arms.  I don't hunt, and if I did I'd have a high-powered crossbow.  Handguns?  No thank you -- unless...

*If I had some extra money and was bored enough, I might like to get a Magnum 500, which is a five-shot revolver that fires .50-caliber rounds.  It's the biggest, meanest, most ridiculous handgun on the planet, and I kind of want one.  Sort of.  Not really.  Never wanted to own a firearm before...


"Violence is the last resort of the incompetent."

      - Isaac Asimov


Phil Smith
December 18, 2008

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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

quitting cigarettes, but not tobacco

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I've quit before, once for six months, then about three months later, for half that...

Yes, I'm a smoker, and have been for about 17 years (got a late start, at 24).  Nasty habit, but it was a certain time in my life and...  Well, let's not get into how I started (or why I started again, after quitting).

Funny thing about tobacco is that it's not as addictive as we are led to believe -- or even as detrimental to health as you might think.  It's the additives that are the real culprit, on both counts.

What helped me quit in the past was gradually switching over to high-quality cigarillos.  Eventually I was still smoking but not getting the additives, and if I never completely got away from tobacco, at least I wasn't smoking every day.

I simply forgot to smoke, because I had successfully weaned myself away from those addictive chemicals.  My advice to anyone who would like to try such a technique is to never let yourself be around cigarettes when you've been drinking and/or in a foul mood, without a decent supply of better tobacco on hand.

Tobacco can be a habit instead of an addiction.  No, seriously.

It is one of those things that is meant to be enjoyed in moderation.


So, aware as I am of how much I suck down the product of a cigarette industry run amok -- and as much as I may enjoy it -- I'm just about ready to quit again (or switch, if you want to look at it that way).  Why now?

When I drink, I tend to pay very little attention to how much I'm smoking.  A hangover is one thing, but several minutes of hacking up phlegm and as much as an hour of laboured breathing aren't fun at all.  No, I don't enjoy feeling as though I need to be treated for smoke inhalation...

...and that's the thing:  Tobacco smoke really shouldn't be inhaled, at least not very much.

It all started with pipes.  Okay sure, no doubt it took the natives a while before they fashioned pipes to enjoy it in, but it was with pipes that it was introduced to the rest of the world.  Anyway, I think I'm going to get a pipe.  Might even carve one for myself, later on...


As I've been typing of course I've been smoking my Camels, and I haven't started switching over yet.  Maybe the goal should be to be cigarette-free by the time I turn 42 (a couple of days before the inauguration).  Sounds like a plan.



Phil Smith
November 10, 2008


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Friday, October 24, 2008

more Spore silliness


Created a creature I call the Sabre-Toothed Alicorn...



There was nothing to use for a tail that looked natural, so I left it off -- and there wasn't a mouth that looked horsey enough, so I used one with tusks (hence, 'sabre-toothed').  An Alicorn, by the way, is an obscure cross between a Pegasus and a Unicorn.  The story behind my beast, if there has to be one, is that it's a throwback from an earlier stage in Alicorn evolution -- or (more likely) a mutated version, adapted to survive in an 'extreme' environment...




Goofy, but fun to have around.




Had to revise what has become a favourite, in order for it to appear more as intended during gameplay (axle extensions are ignored, for one thing, in the necessarily lower-detail versions you see collecting spice):





It's a cross between The Car (a modified Lincoln Mark IV from the movie, The Car) and a lowriding  pimpmobile -- and that's exactly what I wanted (and the simplistic, boxy body is intentional, as are the Impala-esque taillights).  Spore won't let you save a creation without naming it, and it took a while to decide, but eventually a certain Ludacris song came to mind...

During revision the flamethrower exhausts got moved outward, because they were attached to the same 'chassis' as the wheels.  Had to widen the chassis (and un-extend the axles) because the wheels were showing up inboard, like the thing was fully skirted.  Tweaked it here and there (sorry, no 'before' images) and while I was at it, added the 'Nebulizer' weapon as a hood scoop -- this is also attached to the chassis so that only the upper portion appears above the body.

I may revise it again, adding a narrower element for exhaust mounting, so they can be farther inboard where they were originally placed (and where I think they looked better) or a wider one so they can be half outboard (which I also thought looked good, or bad) -- and I might change the grille.



Other Spore creations of mine will not be shared here, and it is likely that none of them will be shared with the Spore community.




I'm Phil Smith, and I approve this post.

October 24, 2008



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Thursday, October 16, 2008

sporadic Spore addict


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Took some screenshots...



Was building a City Hall in the Civilization stage, decided to give it the shape of one thing that is very, very important to civilization.



Discovered the 'Horseshoe Flyer' body when I went to build a land vehicle, and couldn't resist.





Carrying on with the theme, used it for aircraft as well...




...and yes, even for my spaceship.




Later, decided to try my hand at other land vehicles.











Of course during gameplay these are not seen with anywhere near this level of detail, but it's still fun to see them.

Will get bored with it before long...


Phil Smith
October 16, 2008



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