Saturday, December 27, 2008

Who is Stealing the Time Capsules?

New Years is upon us and we all know what that means. It's Time Capsule Season! The odd thing about time capsules is that they have a tendency to disappear - an estimated 80% of time capsules are lost before their scheduled opening date. There are a number of convenient explanations - thievery, lost records, secrecy and ground water. But I have another theory - time capsules are stolen by time travelers from the future. Here are two possible explanations for why they would do this:

1. They know that most of the artifacts in the capsules will not survive, but wish to study them. Since many of the capsules are sealed and isolated, they can acquire them with less risk of altering the time line. Time travelers can retrieve the capsule before it is lost or destroyed.  Maybe the missing capsules contain lost items vital to survival in the future, but cannot the retrieved through time travel without accidentally creating a future in which we are enslaved by apes or robots.

2. Time travelers seek to destroy time capsules because they contain unholy artifacts from the past that could contaminate and destroy the perfect utopian (or dystopian) society they have created.

Or it could be a combination of both groups competing to steal time capsules to preserve or overthrow society without erasing themselves.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Season's Greetings!

Dalek Carols - 3dCritter

Daleks are terrible singers, but it's best to offer cookies and eggnog anyway. Holiday greetings to  Chris, Steve, Randal, Becca, Dean Wormer, Dr. Zaius and all the other thought criminals who endure.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Oh Great - I Caught A Story Virus

Dr. Zaius has tagged me with a Splotchy story meme:

Here's what I would like to do. I want to create a story that branches out in a variety of different, unexpected ways. I don't know how realistic it is, but that's what I'm aiming for. Hopefully, at least one thread of the story can make a decent number of hops before it dies out.

If you are one of the carriers of this story virus (i.e. you have been tagged and choose to contribute to it), you will have one responsibility, in addition to contributing your own piece of the story: you will have to tag at least one person that continues your story thread. So, say you tag five people. If four people decide to not participate, it's okay, as long as the fifth one does. And if all five participate, well that's five interesting threads the story spins off into.

Not a requirement, but something your readers would appreciate: to help people trace your own particular thread of the narrative, it will be helpful if you include links to the chapters preceding yours. Splotchy

The Apple

The bus was more crowded than usual. It was bitterly cold outside, and I hadn't prepared for it. I noticed that a fair number of the riders were dressed curiously. As I glanced around, I stretched my feet and kicked up against a large, heavy cardboard box laying under the seat in front of me. (Splotchy)

I couldn't believe my eyes. Surrepticiously, I tried to establish, without giving it away, if anyone else had seen what I had. For ten years I had been looking for that box. What looked like an ordinary cardboard box to most contained something most precious. Only by the small golden "P" was I able to identify what I was looking at. (Freida Bee)

My heart leapt into my throat with anticipation as my mind leapt to the inevitable conclusion as to the origin of the box, and so I decisively leapt to my feet to claim my newly found, long lost prize! Quick as a bunny I tucked the precious box under my arm and rang the buzzer to get off at the next stop. I could feel the warmth of the regurgitative quasi-pietic spandrels right through my jacket as my long lost apparatus' sinusoidal vaneshaft quietly trilled, "pocketa pocketa pocketa..." Finally, the missing device was mine once again! (Zaius)

At this point, I should describe the marvelous device contained in the box. When I was just a little lad, my daddy brought me a toy he'd made down at the lab. Joe Bethancourt wrote a song about it:

And now, once again I have my marvelous toy back. I have no idea how they caught it, but my son is going to be so excited this Christmas! (ThoughtCriminal)

I now infect the next chapter on: Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator and Dr. Monkerstein.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Superior Firepower

I think it would be cool to have a button in my home that when pressed,  opens a wall to reveal a massive arsenal of Nerf(tm) weapons. Sort of like the weapons room in  Men In Black. Also,  a shotgun rack for my pick-up truck equipped with a Nerf Bazooka and Super-Soaker.  Above: The Nerf Vulcan EBF-25

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Who Throws a Shoe? Honestly.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Charlie Chaplin's Speech from 'The Great Dictator'

Text from WikiQuote

Monday, December 8, 2008

Nuke the Blimps!

Nevada test Site, August 7, 1957. Airships were included in the Plumbbob/Stokes nuclear weapon test to see how close anti-submarine patrol airships could survive a blast after dropping a nuclear depth charge. But, I suspect that the real reason was that by 1957, they were starting to run out of "What can we blow up next?" stuff.

Friday, December 5, 2008

The History Eraser Button

Are you sure you want to erase history? [Yes] [No]