Act as if you were a virus…

….because really, when you think about it, you are.  Well, not you in particular, but pretty much everyone in the planet.

Have you ever noticed that when someone is nice to you  that your mood lifts a bit and the chance that you’re nice to someone else in the next few seconds is a bit higher?  Notice that the opposite is true also?  (If you denied the second then I call “liar liar pants on fire!”…I’ll wait while you go get a fire extinguisher….

Back?  Okay, lets continue…

Those of you with a remote chance of winning that game show “Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader” are pretty much getting my main point right now, but it does require some amplification (I use that word because I know it drives a friend of mine nuts when I do 😉 ).

The whole idea for this post came to me when I was in the shower, for some reason thinking of a poster I once saw (one of those motivational ones with silly sayings underneath a nice but completely irrelevant picture).  It was something to the effect of :

YOU can change the world!

Well yes, everyone has the power to change the world in a direct  and global sense, given the exact right billion to one circumstances. But,  you can change the world by going out and planting a flower (or ripping one out by its roots too), but of course I don’t think that’s what the poster meant.  And honestly, I don’t recall if there was an abundance of new flowers around where I saw the poster (or a pile of dead ones).

What I am saying is that you have to decide what effect you want to have on the world, and then act to affect your local sphere of influence.

So, if you want the world to be sunshine and rainbows, be nice to the people around you. Some of those will go on to be nice to the people around them and so on and so forth.

If you want the world to be a place where people pretty much stick to themselves and try to go about their daily lives, then Good Job! You’re mostly there!

But really, I would angle for the sunshine and rainbows thing…because you never know…if there’s ever an invasion of zombies, one of them might just remember you were nice to them at one point and not try to eat your brains.

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If an apocolypse hits….

This generation is screwed…and the following ones, exponentially so.  Technology is pretty much borking our ability to survive an apocalypse.

I was in a convenience store the other day when I saw a little girl point to a map rack and ask what they were.
When she was told a look of pre-adolescent bewilderment crossed her face and she asked, “Why wouldn’t people just use their phones?”
That got  me to thinking, as I’ve been watching a few post-apocalypse movies and tv shows lately.  My favorite so far is Survivors…a show out of the UK.  I caught it on Netflix.
My least favorite is the News.  It sort of bounces around a lot and the plot line is all over the place.
We’ve become too dependent on technology.   Need to know where something is? Tap it into your GPS or your phone and viola…there it is, along with turn by turn directions. (Just a hint, if you’re hurtling along a highway at 120km/h and your iPhone tells you that it will take 27.3 hours to get to your destination…you’ve probably got your mode of transport set to “Walk”).
Back in olden times, if we didn’t know how to get some place we had to use maps.  This was quite involved.  The process generally started with the realization that you didn’t have a clue as to either where you were, or were you were going (or both).
The next step is locating a map.  The involves frantically tearing through your vehicle and locating a map.  (Note:  If you are ever in this situation ensure that the map is for your current city!).
If you didn’t have a map, you needed to find a place where you could buy one…and, if it was after 11pm…well, you were screwed because every gas station and convenience store on the planet closed at 11pm (if not before).
You could choose to hole up for the night in your car or drive around aimlessly, but either way at about 2-3am you would see the streets fill with people staggering about, dressed in bright lycra pink and blue camo, broad artificial shoulders, pink leg warmers and spiky hair.  Nowadays this would be mistaken as an alien invasion and would likely trigger a military response.  But back then, that’s just how we dressed when we went drinking.

Sorry about that.  Really, we are.

So anyway, you get your map.  And now this is where the hard part begins.  When you open it, there is no blue dot showing your location.  Any dots you see would indicate that this is a used map, and those are the remnants of someone’s lunch.
All that aside, first you need to locate the street that you wish to find in the Index.   It will give you a secret code, something like A15 which your must interpret in order to locate your target.
Once you locate where you are going, you must locate where you are currently.

Once you have both points A and B, you will note that a magic line will not appear between them giving you the shortest route.   You must then look at the map, whilst driving in order to get to where you are going.   You could have a friend do this, but if you have trust issues like me….you’re not going to want someone wearing pink camo leggings navigate for you.

That makes me wonder what people did before maps….and now there is a sickening sensation in the pit of my belly as I realize, many gas stations no longer carry maps.

And that was the mother of all digressions wasn’t it?

We, as a society are increasingly bred to be dependent on technology.  Take the Dennis Weaver move Duel for instance.   Dennis Weaver plays this guy who gets chased by a maniacal trucker through the desert.
When I was a kid, I thought this was a great movie!  As and adult I thought so too, but as I watched it I kept thinking, “Why don’t you just get your cell phone out and call 911?” Of course, I grew up in a society where cordless phones weren’t around, let alone wireless, so suspension of disbelief was easy.  But this illustrates my point.  We are training ourselves to rely on technology.

If I, a child of the 60’s and 70’s have to actually remind myself that cell phones didn’t exist in 1971,  how would today’s generation adapt to a sudden loss of technology.  Hell…how would I adapt?  I’m a computer programmer!  “Oh, I’ll just write a series of scripts that will monitor our security and grow crops so we can eat.”

I envision a few hours after the apocalypse, millions of people running around the street with their phones held high in the air asking each other if they have any bars.   Millions more will be sitting at dead computers, trying to get online to find out what to do.

It is we older ones who will survive.   Take season 1 of The Colony as an example.  A reality show where they throw 12 strangers together to survive for 40 days (or something like that).   The most useful guy there was in his 60’s and he built a freaking solar power array that tracked the sun….out of crap he found lying around!   He built a few other things too, very cool stuff!

You know, my parents are in their 60’s.   With all this 2012 BS everyone’s talking about I’m going to pay more attention to them, maybe this weekend dad can show me how to build a working water purification system out of a few tin cans and some rusty rebar.

 

 

 

 

“Gossip Reporter”: An actual job title..

Well, it’s 3:26am.   I’m on vacation and am something of a night owl.  Heh, I remember back in Halifax, someone called me ask what I was doing.  I told him we were still sleeping (somewhat churlishly).   He says, “Its 2 in the afternoon! You’re missing a beautiful day!”.
I tell him that he missed a glorious night and hung up.

But I digress.  After the raid I went to watch True Blood.  I’d recorded the episode.  It was pretty good.  I watched Hiccups after (a weird little Canadian comedy that I enjoy…the humour is quirky which is probably why it appeals)….and I’m digressing again.

I PVR everything and tend to skip commercials, but I was slow at one point and caught half of an endorsement for toothpaste by…get this…a “Gossip Reporter”.   Wow…our world is so shallow that not only do we have people who will say, on television, that they are gossip reporters, but these people are sought after by toothpaste companies for endorsements.

Seriously, if someone held a gun to my head and told me I had a choice of going on national tv and telling people I was a gossip reporter, or…or…actually you know what. I’d just take the bullet.

I just googled “Gossip Reporter” (24,500 returns).  Kim Cattrell apparently agrees with me!

“Gossip Reporter” and “Job Postings”  had 53 returns.

Anyway, I’m going to try out that sleep thing everyone’s talking about.

 

 

"Gossip Reporter": An actual job title..

Well, it’s 3:26am.   I’m on vacation and am something of a night owl.  Heh, I remember back in Halifax, someone called me ask what I was doing.  I told him we were still sleeping (somewhat churlishly).   He says, “Its 2 in the afternoon! You’re missing a beautiful day!”.
I tell him that he missed a glorious night and hung up.

But I digress.  After the raid I went to watch True Blood.  I’d recorded the episode.  It was pretty good.  I watched Hiccups after (a weird little Canadian comedy that I enjoy…the humour is quirky which is probably why it appeals)….and I’m digressing again.

I PVR everything and tend to skip commercials, but I was slow at one point and caught half of an endorsement for toothpaste by…get this…a “Gossip Reporter”.   Wow…our world is so shallow that not only do we have people who will say, on television, that they are gossip reporters, but these people are sought after by toothpaste companies for endorsements.

Seriously, if someone held a gun to my head and told me I had a choice of going on national tv and telling people I was a gossip reporter, or…or…actually you know what. I’d just take the bullet.

I just googled “Gossip Reporter” (24,500 returns).  Kim Cattrell apparently agrees with me!

“Gossip Reporter” and “Job Postings”  had 53 returns.

Anyway, I’m going to try out that sleep thing everyone’s talking about.

 

 

Initial Thoughts

Well, its 12:05am on the 29th August 2011 (meaning it was the 28th 5.1 minutes ago).
It is Sunday, a raid night for my World of Warcraft guild, so that’s what I’m doing….raiding.  We’re running Blackwing Depths right now.  An alt run. Kinda fun…very low pressure.

So, what is this place for?  I wanted a place where I could post things of interest to me.  The web makes it easy to share things, there are lots of sites for that, but I wanted something that would allow me versatility and control.

I won’t prattle on much longer.  I just wanted to say hello.

So…”Hello!”

David