We live in an internet age, where most anybody who's under 80 years old knows what the internet is, and anybody who spends any time on the internet, for work or play, will know what a domain name is.
You have to pay domain hosts to carry your name, etc, etc. It's all about money.
So in my typical fashion, I've transposed the letters again, and the image that sprang to mind was was _odd_ to say the least.
Mane > Lion's Mane. Follow?
Domain > Internet location
Domain Mane > fuzzy hairy bit around the selected domain? not really well defined and kinda hard to get past.
A fuzzy hairy internet, somehow it seems to work as an analogy.
Sorry, I'll go back to work now. Have fun with the image.
Andre.
April 20, 2010
April 13, 2010
A limerick in honor of my wife
A limerick, I thought I'd try to write a poem to my love, but, well, I'm not real classy, so here goes.
Self-Worth
There once was a boy from Burks Falls
Who didn't have near enough balls,
But he moved to BC
And there found his Sweetie,
Now he feels almost ten feet tall.
what do you think? I actually chuckled out loud when I read it back to myself. it's soo very bad, but it's a start,
Andre.
Self-Worth
There once was a boy from Burks Falls
Who didn't have near enough balls,
But he moved to BC
And there found his Sweetie,
Now he feels almost ten feet tall.
what do you think? I actually chuckled out loud when I read it back to myself. it's soo very bad, but it's a start,
Andre.
April 03, 2010
So, I find a need a plot outline.
Yup, I've caved, I need a plot outline, even in brief, to make this script thing work.
umm... not sure what or where to go with it all,
So far we have Jamie at the Dam realizing things are getting bad, and Mike in the tower, about to get a call from Jamie.
So, we have this little town Northfork, and the reservoir is boiling, and it's damaging the concrete dam, threatening the town, (this gives us two, or maybe three days tops to fix and resolve this issue.
Why is the dam boiling? two options, one is that there is an environmental catastrophe looming and the second is that aliens are trying to do something and it's not working right, (their aim was off?) Ohh.. how about merging realities instead of the ever popular divergent realities.
Now, where's the movie going to end? Jamie and his betrothed get married, Mike is retired, wonder who else will show up and what they're going to be doing?
Plot A is what to do about the issue at the dam,
Plot B is Jamie and his fiancées plans.
Plot C is about Mike's running for town council or local government to "make a difference in the screwed up priorities of the local government"
So, why is the dam boiling?
I am leaning towards either the convergent realities or aliens, rather than the environmental thing. If we have an environmental issue, it probably means moving the whole population due to dangers lingering after the fact. And I suppose the convergent realities is going to be a stretch for most to grasp, even those who are open minded enough to accept such a reversal of situations, that leaves some form of extraterrestrial intervention. Fair enough.
So it's aliens. Why are aliens making the dam boil and how can we stop it and save the town?
Here's what I've come up with so far. The Alien's cannot materialize on our level of existence yet, but they have picked up on our broadcasts (the nuclear explosions sent radiated pulses out that they picked up) so they're trying to communicate with us via radiated communications that are FTL due to having primitively punched through to subspace to transmit. But we don't have the receiver's capable to receive and if we did, they're broadcasting a directed beam, they're in a holding position over Northfork (which just happened to be where they stopped when they got to Earth) , and the dam just happened to look like one of their receivers to them (Large gelatinous mass, capable of absorbing the signal, coupled to a moderate amount of electrical technology *the power station controls* so that it can be rendered legible)
I have no idea beyond a local university student home from college for the summer, able to "help" Jamie, they're high-school buddies, but it's going to take some time (most of the first day) to get this even straightened out for these guys, then the next day to set up the receiver, and finally the crowning point, culmination is when they can get a message understood and sent back, (through a jury rigged sending unit) and start communications.
what means of communication? how about a generic computer code translation? standard math cross communication? Yeah, that'll work. and the college guy can call in a favor from the computer hackers from back at college, and they'll run in enough computing power to make it work. probably pull the staff and professors into this as well, we'll need them to authorize the equipment needed to make this work properly.
Ok, that's enough to go on for me. I'll get back to the script.
When it's done, I have no delusions about being able to sell it, so I'll put it up here, and if someone with the skill can fix it and turn it into a movie, I'll pay good money to go see it. I love these kind of push the bounds of the comfortable and known world.
Take care and God Bless.
Andre.
umm... not sure what or where to go with it all,
So far we have Jamie at the Dam realizing things are getting bad, and Mike in the tower, about to get a call from Jamie.
So, we have this little town Northfork, and the reservoir is boiling, and it's damaging the concrete dam, threatening the town, (this gives us two, or maybe three days tops to fix and resolve this issue.
Why is the dam boiling? two options, one is that there is an environmental catastrophe looming and the second is that aliens are trying to do something and it's not working right, (their aim was off?) Ohh.. how about merging realities instead of the ever popular divergent realities.
Now, where's the movie going to end? Jamie and his betrothed get married, Mike is retired, wonder who else will show up and what they're going to be doing?
Plot A is what to do about the issue at the dam,
Plot B is Jamie and his fiancées plans.
Plot C is about Mike's running for town council or local government to "make a difference in the screwed up priorities of the local government"
So, why is the dam boiling?
I am leaning towards either the convergent realities or aliens, rather than the environmental thing. If we have an environmental issue, it probably means moving the whole population due to dangers lingering after the fact. And I suppose the convergent realities is going to be a stretch for most to grasp, even those who are open minded enough to accept such a reversal of situations, that leaves some form of extraterrestrial intervention. Fair enough.
So it's aliens. Why are aliens making the dam boil and how can we stop it and save the town?
Here's what I've come up with so far. The Alien's cannot materialize on our level of existence yet, but they have picked up on our broadcasts (the nuclear explosions sent radiated pulses out that they picked up) so they're trying to communicate with us via radiated communications that are FTL due to having primitively punched through to subspace to transmit. But we don't have the receiver's capable to receive and if we did, they're broadcasting a directed beam, they're in a holding position over Northfork (which just happened to be where they stopped when they got to Earth) , and the dam just happened to look like one of their receivers to them (Large gelatinous mass, capable of absorbing the signal, coupled to a moderate amount of electrical technology *the power station controls* so that it can be rendered legible)
I have no idea beyond a local university student home from college for the summer, able to "help" Jamie, they're high-school buddies, but it's going to take some time (most of the first day) to get this even straightened out for these guys, then the next day to set up the receiver, and finally the crowning point, culmination is when they can get a message understood and sent back, (through a jury rigged sending unit) and start communications.
what means of communication? how about a generic computer code translation? standard math cross communication? Yeah, that'll work. and the college guy can call in a favor from the computer hackers from back at college, and they'll run in enough computing power to make it work. probably pull the staff and professors into this as well, we'll need them to authorize the equipment needed to make this work properly.
Ok, that's enough to go on for me. I'll get back to the script.
When it's done, I have no delusions about being able to sell it, so I'll put it up here, and if someone with the skill can fix it and turn it into a movie, I'll pay good money to go see it. I love these kind of push the bounds of the comfortable and known world.
Take care and God Bless.
Andre.
March 25, 2010
Let me open this blog entry by stating that I have no idea where it is headed. That's why I am typing it in a wordprocessor, I'll upload it to the correct blogsite later on. (writing? higher thoughts on consciousness and life? or petulant whining?)
Ok, it's probably not the petulant whining, but the other two are open game right now. Although I'm leaning towards setting out a rudimentary outline for the script I'm supposed to be creating in April. (April? what!?!? I work in public practice accounting, taxation time in Canada, April is NOT a good month to undertake something like this. Oh well, signed up, too late now.)
So here's what I have so far on the storyline I was thinking of transmuting in to a script, (it might work better)
*********************
“Mike, we've got a problem!” Jamie's voice sounded panicked over the handheld radio they all carried as part of their park ranger outfit.
Jamie's voice snapped Mike out of the reverie he had sunken into while hiking to the top of the ranger tower on Madge's Hill. The old wooden firewatch tower loomed tall over the surrounding countryside as Mike broke from the treeline and started across the half mile firebreak line surrounding the tower. He hauled the radio out of it's holster and brought it up, “What's up kid?”
The only reply he got from the radio was a shriek of static and white noise. Odd, he thought, that almost sounded like deliberate interference. Making a mental note to try again from the top of the tower where there was a better line of sight to the dam where Jamie was supposed to be marking water levels and running the standard assessment tests on the resivioir that was the water supply for the town of Northfork down the valley.
*******************************
Not a bad opening, but obviously it's not in Script format. Hold on a few while I go and put it up in the right format.
Here's the next scene while we're at it.
********************************
Jamie had reached the top of the dam and stood dumfounded, looking out over what was supposed to be several miles of placid water. The reservoir was supposedly complete inert, collecting the watershed of the surrounding valleys into a single body of water, the dam holding it all back, directing the flows out to the town down the valley, as well as providing hydro-electic power from the sluice gates.
Placid?..The questioning thought flitted whimsically across his mind as Jamie looked out over cubic miles of lakewater apparently sitting at a full rolling boil. What the hell is going on here? He reached out to pull the sampling station up out of the water, and he yelped as his fingers made contact with the hot chain.
Nursing a sore left hand, Jamie eased his gloves on and once again reached out for the chain to pull up the sampling station, realizing as he did so that the evident heat in the water was likely to have completely destroyed any effectiveness of the test kit. As the plastic cage came into view, Jamie sighed in resignation, looking forelornly at the melted twisted plastic remains.
Gingerly extracting the only intact instrument from the tangled mess, he noted that the temperature was a solid 100 degrees celcius, so apparently the water was supposed to be boiling. But why? What could cause several acres of water to come to a boil?
Perplexed, Jamie stood and started to climb down the ladder to the base of the dam, on his way to check the power-substation before heading back to base.
*********************
Now I have to figure out how to use the program Celtx.
See you all later.
Andre.
Ok, it's probably not the petulant whining, but the other two are open game right now. Although I'm leaning towards setting out a rudimentary outline for the script I'm supposed to be creating in April. (April? what!?!? I work in public practice accounting, taxation time in Canada, April is NOT a good month to undertake something like this. Oh well, signed up, too late now.)
So here's what I have so far on the storyline I was thinking of transmuting in to a script, (it might work better)
*********************
“Mike, we've got a problem!” Jamie's voice sounded panicked over the handheld radio they all carried as part of their park ranger outfit.
Jamie's voice snapped Mike out of the reverie he had sunken into while hiking to the top of the ranger tower on Madge's Hill. The old wooden firewatch tower loomed tall over the surrounding countryside as Mike broke from the treeline and started across the half mile firebreak line surrounding the tower. He hauled the radio out of it's holster and brought it up, “What's up kid?”
The only reply he got from the radio was a shriek of static and white noise. Odd, he thought, that almost sounded like deliberate interference. Making a mental note to try again from the top of the tower where there was a better line of sight to the dam where Jamie was supposed to be marking water levels and running the standard assessment tests on the resivioir that was the water supply for the town of Northfork down the valley.
*******************************
Not a bad opening, but obviously it's not in Script format. Hold on a few while I go and put it up in the right format.
Here's the next scene while we're at it.
********************************
Jamie had reached the top of the dam and stood dumfounded, looking out over what was supposed to be several miles of placid water. The reservoir was supposedly complete inert, collecting the watershed of the surrounding valleys into a single body of water, the dam holding it all back, directing the flows out to the town down the valley, as well as providing hydro-electic power from the sluice gates.
Placid?..The questioning thought flitted whimsically across his mind as Jamie looked out over cubic miles of lakewater apparently sitting at a full rolling boil. What the hell is going on here? He reached out to pull the sampling station up out of the water, and he yelped as his fingers made contact with the hot chain.
Nursing a sore left hand, Jamie eased his gloves on and once again reached out for the chain to pull up the sampling station, realizing as he did so that the evident heat in the water was likely to have completely destroyed any effectiveness of the test kit. As the plastic cage came into view, Jamie sighed in resignation, looking forelornly at the melted twisted plastic remains.
Gingerly extracting the only intact instrument from the tangled mess, he noted that the temperature was a solid 100 degrees celcius, so apparently the water was supposed to be boiling. But why? What could cause several acres of water to come to a boil?
Perplexed, Jamie stood and started to climb down the ladder to the base of the dam, on his way to check the power-substation before heading back to base.
*********************
Now I have to figure out how to use the program Celtx.
See you all later.
Andre.
March 04, 2010
Refocusing the past
October, 27, 2009.
That was the date of the first post on here. I just reread it and realized that while my conscious intentions of late were to use this place to air my creative jaunts, the original stated purpose was to give those pesky little voices in my head somewhere to be heard. Nothing to do with my super-ego at all, but rather a sandbox for Andre Nonymous' back brain personalities to get up, get out and play.
I have to go re-read some other things as well, if you read it and it's missing later, I've nuked it. If you really wanted to see it again, e-mail me I'"ve got it stashed around here somewhere in an archive.
Anyhow, not into typing right now, gotta get to work.
Until later.
Andre.
That was the date of the first post on here. I just reread it and realized that while my conscious intentions of late were to use this place to air my creative jaunts, the original stated purpose was to give those pesky little voices in my head somewhere to be heard. Nothing to do with my super-ego at all, but rather a sandbox for Andre Nonymous' back brain personalities to get up, get out and play.
I have to go re-read some other things as well, if you read it and it's missing later, I've nuked it. If you really wanted to see it again, e-mail me I'"ve got it stashed around here somewhere in an archive.
Anyhow, not into typing right now, gotta get to work.
Until later.
Andre.
February 22, 2010
The Wrimo Report
Hey y'all, since I can't justify submitting this to the actual NaNoWriMo site, so I thought I'd put up my wrimo report here for the edification of.... well.... ok, who am I kidding, it's for me. I had to put it in perspective so that I can get on with my life, and with my story.
maybe after this I'll put up the next chapter, first draft anyhow, it'll likely get completely cut and re-written before I feel it's good enough for anyone else to read.
So, the WriMo report.
I have a crazy relative, she's my mom. Now, don't get me wrong, it's not like she rants and should be locked up. After all, doing so would deprive so many of us of a much needed and loved crazy person in our lives. But, see, the thing here is that she has always been not normal as defined by society. I blame her for the voices. The voices made me do it! I realize that that sounds like a lame excuse, but those same voices that took root in my mind early on in formative years are still there. And no amount of social programming appears to be able to drive them into submission.
And so, come late October life is stressing, children are teething (after both toddlers wrapping up the most recent influenza bout), and the voices in my head are starting to sound saner than I am feeling.
Time to round up the good old boys and hit the bars, ... , umm, nope, they've all grown up, moved away, and had kids of their own, that ain't gonna work.
How about ... Nope, that's out as well,
Then from the next office a little voice starts arguing with itself,
"you don't have time!"
"But I want to... please?"
"No, we agreed to be sensible, besides you already have three on the go and your publishers want the first two in by the end of November!"
"I don't care, I"ll just do it behind my back, see if I care. And besides, I can't stop me anyhow."
Realizing that I had followed that entire conversation without once losing track of what was happening, I began to worry, really worry. However, being less conservative than I should sometimes, I poked my head around the corner to ask if everything was alright.
The answer came back, as sane as you please, "Yup, just trying to talk myself into/out of NaNoWriMo this year."
"Oh, fair enough. I'll leave you to it then."
NaNoWriMo? Time to get Google online, ...., Ahhhh, there it is.... ohhhhh ... a place for those voices to burst out of my head, and if I do it right, they'll hit the page and it'll all be ok.
The rest is history as they say, late nights, early mornings, kids were sick throughout, family life was even more demanding than usual, and of course it didn't help that my wife and I were having troubles at the beginning of the month.
But ... with 3 days remaining, I hit 50,000 and didn't notice. At about noon on the final day I uploaded the whole manuscript and verified at just over 51 thousand, with about 25k left to wrap up the book.
So yeah, it was crazy, it was demanding and draining, and nobody else understands why in creation I would undertake such a pointless task, but to me there was purpose, and the voices that refuse to behave..? Well, at least they're mollified with being able to be heard, and from that they've agreed not to try to twist me into a lunatic. So I guess it's a wash.
Goodnight,
Andre.
maybe after this I'll put up the next chapter, first draft anyhow, it'll likely get completely cut and re-written before I feel it's good enough for anyone else to read.
So, the WriMo report.
I have a crazy relative, she's my mom. Now, don't get me wrong, it's not like she rants and should be locked up. After all, doing so would deprive so many of us of a much needed and loved crazy person in our lives. But, see, the thing here is that she has always been not normal as defined by society. I blame her for the voices. The voices made me do it! I realize that that sounds like a lame excuse, but those same voices that took root in my mind early on in formative years are still there. And no amount of social programming appears to be able to drive them into submission.
And so, come late October life is stressing, children are teething (after both toddlers wrapping up the most recent influenza bout), and the voices in my head are starting to sound saner than I am feeling.
Time to round up the good old boys and hit the bars, ... , umm, nope, they've all grown up, moved away, and had kids of their own, that ain't gonna work.
How about ... Nope, that's out as well,
Then from the next office a little voice starts arguing with itself,
"you don't have time!"
"But I want to... please?"
"No, we agreed to be sensible, besides you already have three on the go and your publishers want the first two in by the end of November!"
"I don't care, I"ll just do it behind my back, see if I care. And besides, I can't stop me anyhow."
Realizing that I had followed that entire conversation without once losing track of what was happening, I began to worry, really worry. However, being less conservative than I should sometimes, I poked my head around the corner to ask if everything was alright.
The answer came back, as sane as you please, "Yup, just trying to talk myself into/out of NaNoWriMo this year."
"Oh, fair enough. I'll leave you to it then."
NaNoWriMo? Time to get Google online, ...., Ahhhh, there it is.... ohhhhh ... a place for those voices to burst out of my head, and if I do it right, they'll hit the page and it'll all be ok.
The rest is history as they say, late nights, early mornings, kids were sick throughout, family life was even more demanding than usual, and of course it didn't help that my wife and I were having troubles at the beginning of the month.
But ... with 3 days remaining, I hit 50,000 and didn't notice. At about noon on the final day I uploaded the whole manuscript and verified at just over 51 thousand, with about 25k left to wrap up the book.
So yeah, it was crazy, it was demanding and draining, and nobody else understands why in creation I would undertake such a pointless task, but to me there was purpose, and the voices that refuse to behave..? Well, at least they're mollified with being able to be heard, and from that they've agreed not to try to twist me into a lunatic. So I guess it's a wash.
Goodnight,
Andre.
January 11, 2010
Poetry? Yeah, nope. Sorry, not poetic. I tried.
I was going to try a shot at poetry this morning, a sonnet to my beautiful wife? a limerick to my 12 year old son who keeps getting up each morning, with only a minimal amount of procrastination, I don't really know. but poetry is just not in my purview today. Sorry.
I don't look like a poet, I don't have the angst to be a good poet, it's supposed to be 5-10 degrees all week, sunny and raining in turns, it's January for crying out loud. In Canada! a week of positive temperatures? that's nuts, where is the world going?
I'm going to blast through a quick short on this later on today and post it next. later on this afternoon.
I've gotta get to work in order to justify the time for it tho. Until then, stay cool. *grin*
Andre.
I don't look like a poet, I don't have the angst to be a good poet, it's supposed to be 5-10 degrees all week, sunny and raining in turns, it's January for crying out loud. In Canada! a week of positive temperatures? that's nuts, where is the world going?
I'm going to blast through a quick short on this later on today and post it next. later on this afternoon.
I've gotta get to work in order to justify the time for it tho. Until then, stay cool. *grin*
Andre.
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