I remember having wondered...

...given my utter lack of relevent scientific knowledge, but supposing that a given country DID possess a stockpile of world-ending doomsday machine weapons, IS it safe to drop huge and horrible explosives all over, on, and around said weapons? Maybe factories and processing facilities can be razed to the ground for the Good of All, but isn't a powerful explosion the first step in detonating the contents of an atomic bomb?

Could one reasonably infer that such a device ISN'T present if a sufficiently horrible bombing campaign is being undertaken? Could bombing runs on other lands NOT known to have such incredible weapons accidentally trigger something that our politicians would suddenly have to object to and explain, long and loud, was not our direct doing...kind of like stepping on a mine, except orders of magnitude greater?

Just curious.

Pacific Time

(first things first) It never occurred to me, until last season when I was actually in the pacific time zone myself, that the ticking clock seen on 24 wouldn't be EST (or EDT, depending).

Spinning around in my chair with my eyes closed in order to be surprised when I opened them by how far I did or didn't travel (despite the audio clues of the computer fans) made me dizzy, which is something I can't remember the last time I experienced. That's not unlike the summer, oh, maybe 15 years ago, when I couldn't remember the last time I coughed. Aren't blogs great?

The only thing that would make this entry even worse would be to include a link to some tired wannabe meme. So of course, I did, but I put it at the top of this entry so that you'd hit it first and be compelled to hit the back button to read the rest of this, which triggers an especially loathesome series of events. Thanks, internet!

Wrong holiday.

As I recall, and can piece together from historical fact. I got the NES title Dragon Warrior for Christmas 1989. My dad and I played that one together a lot, and more accurately, he completed the game and I watched. Fair enough, I may have been too young to properly grasp everything going on in there anyhow. On New Year's Day, I recall us spending the entire day down in the basement, where the NES lived, chipping away at that game. At least all during the day up until dinner, which was a turkey-and-all-the-trimmings kind of spread, which my mom cooked while she watched the Macy's parade and we hid out in the basement, hitting slimes with a stick, hoping to earn enough money for a copper sword in case a wolfman showed up on our way to Ridmular for keys.

Anyhow, just thinking of that. I hope everyone's having a SpooooOOOooky ThaaaaAanksgiiiviing!

Vindication!

This went well. Comrades and strangers alike told me so. And then there was cake.

(FYI: A machete is not a liquid.)

What to do, what to do...

I would estimate, if I had to, that my apartment contains something on the order of 1500 hours of media that I have not yet consumed. That's in terms of physical objects: books (hardback and paperback), DVDs (films and TV series), video games for various consoles (PS1, PS2, Gamecube, Wii). Factor in ISOs of PC games (those would be images of the CDs, because storing them as data is more convenient than lugging CDs around) and ROMs (which would be similar data, ripped from old videogame cartridge formats (2600, NES, Genesis, SNES, GBA, etc) and that number skyrockets. And still, corporations keep churning out more of this stuff. ..I wonder what kind of sponsorship deal I could get to start really tacking the load. Nike? Everlast? Craftsman Tools? Are you listening?