1. A government must strive to protect its natural resources and wonders through preservation, smart tactics, and strict regulations.
2. A government must strive to maintain a stable population which can live safely and comfortably WITHOUT violating the 1st law. If the first law must be violated, the population has become unstable.
3. A government must strive to offer freedom, liberty, and justice in all situations, UNLESS doing so would require the violation of the 1st or 2nd laws. Freedom should never endanger the public or the nations future.
4. A government must strive to be Economically and Politically independent, and self sufficient, UNLESS doing so would require violating the 1st, 2nd, or 3rd laws. Sustainability, Stability, and Liberty are more important then money, and alliances may become necessary to protect the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd laws. No alliance should violate the 1st, 2nd, or 3rd laws.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Me a the Lynn Woolsey Town Hall!
Here's the video. Skip to the 8 minute mark to see me. Notice the cheers? I'm so proud of myself!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The incredible true action filled story of me losing an eye (based on real events)
I added a little flare to the story, but this is basically what happened. I decided to write it like Dan Abnett, so, sorry.
It was warm outside. The sun was setting behind the clouds, spreading a reddish glow across the sky. Although the temperature had been unbearable just a few hours earlier, it had now cooled down enough to venture into the overgrown jungle that was my backyard. I grabbed a spade and some newly bought plants, and headed out to the far corner of they plot.
I had a wide selection of things to plant: A dahlia, rich and white with dark purple at the ends of the petals, which weighed at least 3 tons; some lilys, which although admittedly unmanly had such a rich fragrance that I had bought them on the spot; and an assortment of small annuals, who remained blissfully unaware of their impending death. They were bright, colorful balls of happiness that literally exuded joyous charm. All in all, it was such a beautiful array of flowers that it seemed nearly impossible that anything bad could happen. I hummed as I dragged it all out to the corner.
I started by digging a hole for the dahlia. The huge plant required an equally huge hole, and the ground was a hard packed clay which was quite resistant to any attempts at digging. After almost 15 minutes of prying, I got the hole big enough that the plant could fit. Only 5 more holes to go.
As I slammed the spade into the ground to dig for the lily, I noticed something on the ground. Brightly colored, it glittered back at me, inviting me to throw it out of our clean yard. I bent down on my knees to examine it. It was a sort of firecracker, or maybe the end of a bottle rocket. It had clearly not been set off yet, the packaging still intact and shiny. I hesitated for a moment, then picked it up. It had been weeks since we'd set off fireworks here! Nothing could remain live that long, what with the sprinklers and the dirt. It was perfectly safe. I held it up to examine it more closely...
The pain was so sudden that at first it didn't even register. I was abruptly in a different place; in an instant, my perspective had switched from almost 6 feet in the air to lying in the grass. Was it grass? I couldn't tell, everything looked fuzzy and flat. Something was wrong with my vision, wrong with my eyes. My eyes...
I let out a soft whimper. The pain flooded in like a tidal wave, overrunning everything else in my mind. My eyes! My fucking eyes! I rolled over in a state of fear and confusion, my hand instinctively reaching for my head. What it found was pain. Lots of it. Everywhere I prodded felt like it was on fire. For all I know, it probably was.
The rest of the story is pretty predictable, I guess. Swearing, running inside to swear somewhere else, swearing on my way to the hospital, swearing as I passed out under the anesthetic, swearing as I woke up to the ever encouraging word "liquefied", swearing as a man in a white robe looked me in the face and told me that I wasn't going to get the eye back for a while. There wasn't much blood, because the fire had cauterized the shrapnel wounds so quickly, but I still had to change the bandaging every few hours. I guess it's an acquired skill, because my first attempt the next morning looked horrible. It gets the job done, though.
Since yesterday, I've been getting used to my new vision, with its flatness and ever present pain. The dull throbbing resisted even the heaviest of the prescribed pain killers. I'm still pretty woozy from the whole experience, and I hope for all the world that I'm awake enough to enjoy Glacier National Park. "Take it easy" my ass. I'm going to have some fun.
It was warm outside. The sun was setting behind the clouds, spreading a reddish glow across the sky. Although the temperature had been unbearable just a few hours earlier, it had now cooled down enough to venture into the overgrown jungle that was my backyard. I grabbed a spade and some newly bought plants, and headed out to the far corner of they plot.
I had a wide selection of things to plant: A dahlia, rich and white with dark purple at the ends of the petals, which weighed at least 3 tons; some lilys, which although admittedly unmanly had such a rich fragrance that I had bought them on the spot; and an assortment of small annuals, who remained blissfully unaware of their impending death. They were bright, colorful balls of happiness that literally exuded joyous charm. All in all, it was such a beautiful array of flowers that it seemed nearly impossible that anything bad could happen. I hummed as I dragged it all out to the corner.
I started by digging a hole for the dahlia. The huge plant required an equally huge hole, and the ground was a hard packed clay which was quite resistant to any attempts at digging. After almost 15 minutes of prying, I got the hole big enough that the plant could fit. Only 5 more holes to go.
As I slammed the spade into the ground to dig for the lily, I noticed something on the ground. Brightly colored, it glittered back at me, inviting me to throw it out of our clean yard. I bent down on my knees to examine it. It was a sort of firecracker, or maybe the end of a bottle rocket. It had clearly not been set off yet, the packaging still intact and shiny. I hesitated for a moment, then picked it up. It had been weeks since we'd set off fireworks here! Nothing could remain live that long, what with the sprinklers and the dirt. It was perfectly safe. I held it up to examine it more closely...
The pain was so sudden that at first it didn't even register. I was abruptly in a different place; in an instant, my perspective had switched from almost 6 feet in the air to lying in the grass. Was it grass? I couldn't tell, everything looked fuzzy and flat. Something was wrong with my vision, wrong with my eyes. My eyes...
I let out a soft whimper. The pain flooded in like a tidal wave, overrunning everything else in my mind. My eyes! My fucking eyes! I rolled over in a state of fear and confusion, my hand instinctively reaching for my head. What it found was pain. Lots of it. Everywhere I prodded felt like it was on fire. For all I know, it probably was.
The rest of the story is pretty predictable, I guess. Swearing, running inside to swear somewhere else, swearing on my way to the hospital, swearing as I passed out under the anesthetic, swearing as I woke up to the ever encouraging word "liquefied", swearing as a man in a white robe looked me in the face and told me that I wasn't going to get the eye back for a while. There wasn't much blood, because the fire had cauterized the shrapnel wounds so quickly, but I still had to change the bandaging every few hours. I guess it's an acquired skill, because my first attempt the next morning looked horrible. It gets the job done, though.
Since yesterday, I've been getting used to my new vision, with its flatness and ever present pain. The dull throbbing resisted even the heaviest of the prescribed pain killers. I'm still pretty woozy from the whole experience, and I hope for all the world that I'm awake enough to enjoy Glacier National Park. "Take it easy" my ass. I'm going to have some fun.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Velociroflcopter©: You saw it here FIRST
The Velociroflcopter©. Only from Thedurka.
Velociroflcopter© 2009 by Alex Allen-Hyma. All rights reserved. Any Variations or Derivatives created without the express written permission of the author are strictly forbidden by US copyright law.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Digiterms
Hey everyone, I just wanted to let you know about our new thing, Digiterms. Some associates and I are going to do reviews about new products and breakdowns of how the modern world works. I hope you'll find it usefull.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Google Analytics sees the world...differently?
Take a look at this picture. Notice anything missing?
Yea, it appears Google has forgotten several important things, like the U.S. and most of Africa. Huh.
And for all those who are yelling "Photoshop", here's the full image.
Yea, it appears Google has forgotten several important things, like the U.S. and most of Africa. Huh.
And for all those who are yelling "Photoshop", here's the full image.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Pixars Up
Wow. Pixar has never messed up before, and they sure didn't this time. As a man, it is rare that I publicly admit to crying, but if the first 15 minutes don't make you, there is something seriously wrong with you mind. I went and saw it with 3 friends, and all but one of us cried at the beginning and the end. The middle? Amazing. It was like an animated Planet Earth combined with some of the most exciting, moving, and hilarious moments in film. The most important thing about Up, however, is that is not mainly a kid movie. It is also a complex adult drama that will leave you thinking about some of the most important questions in life. The 3D was also amazing, mostly because there were no pointless gimmicks. It just added to the film, making it easier to care for all the people. I cannot recommend this film highly enough.
What has animation come to?
I just saw Pixars Up, which may be their best film yet. The plot was complex, the characters enjoyable, and the humor sophisticated. But there was a problem.
Before the film, their was a trailer for an animated movie, called "G-Force". It was horrible. It's about animals in the CIA, so you would think they would have a lot of options, but given the plot they went with, it would appear not. The trailer was a 3 minute long series of fart jokes and sexist/racist. undertones. I would have preferred to have cancer for 3 minutes rather then watch that trailer again. Thinking back, most animated films recently have been like that. Which raises the question: when did animated films fall to the level of action figures, quality wise?
Sure, there will always be Pixar, who have never turned out a bad film, but everywhere else the films are almost always pointless. The fact that there are rarely Pixar action figures and other merchandise released with the film may be worth mentioning.
Animated films in the last few years have slowly fallen in quality from entertaining films to one-off, cheap items that studios push out all the time to appeal to kids. Why did this happen? What can we do to stop it? I don't know. Regardless of how many people actually see the films, there always seem to be more of them. I think the most worrisome thing is how bad ths will be for the next generation. If their directors are brought up thinking fart jokes and sexism are hilarious, what hope do they have? I'm not calling for an end to free speech, but I think that it's about time studios started putting as much effort into animated films as they did into live action ones.
Before the film, their was a trailer for an animated movie, called "G-Force". It was horrible. It's about animals in the CIA, so you would think they would have a lot of options, but given the plot they went with, it would appear not. The trailer was a 3 minute long series of fart jokes and sexist/racist. undertones. I would have preferred to have cancer for 3 minutes rather then watch that trailer again. Thinking back, most animated films recently have been like that. Which raises the question: when did animated films fall to the level of action figures, quality wise?
Sure, there will always be Pixar, who have never turned out a bad film, but everywhere else the films are almost always pointless. The fact that there are rarely Pixar action figures and other merchandise released with the film may be worth mentioning.
Animated films in the last few years have slowly fallen in quality from entertaining films to one-off, cheap items that studios push out all the time to appeal to kids. Why did this happen? What can we do to stop it? I don't know. Regardless of how many people actually see the films, there always seem to be more of them. I think the most worrisome thing is how bad ths will be for the next generation. If their directors are brought up thinking fart jokes and sexism are hilarious, what hope do they have? I'm not calling for an end to free speech, but I think that it's about time studios started putting as much effort into animated films as they did into live action ones.
Friday, June 5, 2009
JJ Abrams was right after all...
This is footage from a Japanese moon mapping satellite. Notice all the lens flare? Confirming what we all knew already: Star Trek was right!The image is taken from a you tube video which I found embedded over at Gizmodo, although they seem to care more about the footage then the lens flares.
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