Nov 202019
 

Meh.

Watching Millenials/Gen Zers ripping on Boomers? Meh. We were doing that before you brats were born. Didn’t get us nuthin’.

Foamy here is right: the things that the more militant Millenials are cheesed off at the Boomers for are the things that the Boomers actually shared with the Millenials, and actually got: the friggen’ hippies gained political power and began enacting their utopian policies, and now that the check is coming due for decades of Boomer socialism and nanny statism it’s falling on Millenial socialists to pay it.

 Posted by at 11:40 pm
Nov 202019
 

Utah is a beautiful state, but it’s a bit lacking in the “critters” department. My cats have been dumbfounded and astonished by the change in environment. Here’s Buttons looking down on some fish, a thing he’s never seen before…

That there is a “ho-le-shee-it” look if there ever was one.

 Posted by at 9:06 pm
Nov 202019
 

As I continue the long process of unpacking, I’ve come across a whole lot of stuff that I forgot I had, stuff that I just shoveled into boxes before I left Utah. There are a *lot* of things that, now that I paid a painful sum of money to have shipped, I’ll have to get rid of. Hopefully via selling. A mountain of paperbacks that it turns out I don’t have the space for. A fat box of DVDs that I’ll never watch again. That sort of thing.

There are also things that I have no intention of letting go, including a small stash of vintage sci-fi. Included in that is a very small number of “Science Fiction Plus” magazines. One of them, the October 1953 issue, has cover art by Frank R. Paul. Paul was one of the more important sci-fi artists of all time, with illustrations gracing the covers of many pulps in the 1920’s and 1930’s. By the 1950’s the times had pretty much  passed him and his art style by, but he was still at work.

The cover below shows a  somewhat more graceful spaceship than he typically created. It honestly looks like the midway point between the movie-era Starship Enterprise morphing into the Protector from Galaxy Quest. Angle those pylons up some and greatly increase the diameter of the “bridge module,” and you have something *damned* close to the Enterprise.

As I come across stuff of interest during the unpacking, cleaning (you wouldn’t believe just how dusty things got after 15 years in the Utah desert, even things that had been reasonably effectively sealed) and dealing-with stages, I’ll scan and post.

 Posted by at 6:35 pm
Nov 182019
 

Sure, the idea of putting a helmet on an infant makes sense from time to time. But what do you make the helmet out of? Genius idea! Whack the noggins off other, larger and less popular kids, chop up their skulls, scoop out their brains and plop the skullcaps (with flesh still attached) onto the heads of the infants that you actually do like. Because, sure, that’s not at all morbid and creepifyin’.

2 Infants Were Buried Wearing Helmets Made from Kids’ Skulls. And Archaeologists Are Puzzled.

Normally I would suggest that this is a horrifying idea. But since this was found in Ecuador, it’s therefore a beautiful example of diverse cultures. Stunning and brave and all that.

 Posted by at 11:50 am
Nov 162019
 

“The End Of The World” is a vague concept. It can cover anything from society slipping into a dark age to global thermonuclear war to the sun exploding and a sudden universal vacuum collapse. Consequently your (“you” can be either a random individual or a major national government) response to a foreseeable End will vary considerably. When it comes to Hollywood, most Ends are preventable (send a team of badasses to fight the aliens or blow up the comet) or avoidable or just survivable. But for this thought exercise, assume a End is on the horizon that can NOT be avoided or survived. Options include:

1) The Sun’s gonna splode. Nowhere in the solar system to escape to.

2) Incoming neutron star or multi-solar-mass black hole will pass inside of one AU from the sun, tossing every planet, moon and asteroid out into the dark, while passing close enough to Earth to tidally disrupt it

3) Message in the cosmic background radiation is decoded giving a hard cutoff date for this particular simulation.

4) Whatever. In five years, humanity is extinct and there’s no avoiding it. No heroics or glorious programs will help.

So, let’s say The End has been detected, checked and confirmed. The experts have run the numbers every which way and there’s no getting around the fact that we’re boned. In fiction, the default position of a government that is aware of this sort of thing is that they will do what they can to keep the facts as quiet as possible as long as possible, to keep people from panicking and to keep the economy humming along. But in the latter case, the necessity of that is to allow The Messiah Project, whatever it is, to be funded and built. If society collapses, then the government can’t build the Mars colony ship or the underground bunkers or the planetary deflector shield or whatever. But in this case, everyone with sufficient clearance to know about The End knows that no Messiah Project will amount to a hill of beans. So in this case, what is your advice to the President? Keep the secret so that the public can go on for a little while longer in ignorance and relative peace, or spill the beans and let people know the truth? Does it matter if society goes down tomorrow if it’s going to be wiped out in five years anyway?

From the other end: you’re a regular schmoe, and the government announces that in five years, The End. The Russians concur, the Chinese, the Brits, the Canucks… every government has their experts check the data and they all conclude that five years and then that’s it. What do you  do? Go to work tomorrow or decide to retire (knowing that if too many people choose Option B, then the economy collapses overnight)? Go Purge and Festival? Or eat a bullet?

 

 Posted by at 6:53 pm