Mercy

I had to stay late at work to get put a dent in my tsunami-shaped task list. When I decided that I’d made a big enough dent I packed up my stuff and hit the road. I stopped at the bank and the pet store and as I was driving back I turned from Gull Road onto Texel and saw something that broke my heart. There was a young adult squirrel that either had his tail flattened by a passing car or was paralyzed. The neighbor kids were surrounding it, and the best part of me wants to think they were protecting it, but the more cynical and bitter part of me suspects that they were basically torturing it. I don’t know exactly what they were doing, but when I got home I couldn’t stand the idea of this animal in pain, struggling and suffering so I resolved to go inside, fetch my Kukri Machete and head back out. I was looking for the squirrel and I had every intention of assessing its condition, measuring its suffering and ending that suffering. My mind was set, my heart was set and I was slowly inching my way back to where I saw the poor animal struggling. I couldn’t find it. I don’t know what happened to it. Perhaps it survived or perhaps it died and the kids surrounding it had an adult (I hope) remove the remains. I was, and still am, filled with this sad and grim emotion. I know I was headed to do the right thing and I couldn’t simply just blot it out of my mind.

Being filled with this emotion got the wheels spinning and I started to wonder if something like this is a mark of something more. That this overwhelming compulsion to provide a merciful death to something that is irreparably suffering is a mark, on some higher level of compassion and on a more basic level, sentience. I often times ponder the conditions of sentience and this is grist for the mill. What are the hallmarks of sentience? Is it consciousness, or is it a more complicated application of such a thing upon the world? Is it a measure of the value of a soul? Are people who shrug off this kind of suffering callous, somehow less human than others who something like this does bother?

One thing is definitely for certain, this feeling and these ideas are definitely going to dwell with me for quite a while.

When an EF10 hit DC

They say that God’s pinky is an EF5 tornado. It’s got the power to wipe away a whole city from the map. Yesterday DC Comics announced that this fall they’ll be resetting everything back to #1’s and rewriting the entire “DC Universe”. This I regard as an EF10. God isn’t satisfied with just scrubbing Keystone City off the map, he’s going after every bit that is DC.

So what does this mean? Could be good, could be bad. Nobody knows. Not even the writers know. The artists are in the dark as well. I suppose WB knows, and DC management certainly must know. Here we take a little tangent, and we hope that none of this is an emergent error! It would be something completely comic if someone misheard someone else at a WB/DC meeting and what was a lighthearted dalliance is now company direction! That it could be this way is absurd, but when a comic book company makes a 180 like this one, can you really discount any possibility?

That’s another part of it. It’s gotta be a marvelous thing sitting at the head of DC and watching everyone spinning in tight little circles as fast as they can coming up with possibilities and suppositions and blurting them out on Twitter. I’ve often thought that it would make for awesome marketing cleverness to seed a rich and passionate social network with something mind-boggling and then listening to what people are hoping for, what they are afraid of, and looking at all the outliers as the news causes certain tightly wound fans to figuratively explode all over the place. I’ve also thought about a wholly emergent marketing campaign. The company has no idea what the end-game is, nobody does. The company shocks the fans, the fans then blaze feedback to the company and the company follows a path laid out by the fans. Nobody is leading at all, there is nobody at the helm, it’s two groups dancing without anyone leading. I’ve always thought that could be exceptionally cool or utter disaster. I’m sure “Marketing” and “Business Types” have already modeled that and discovered Captain Trips at the end of it, so, whatever.

Getting back to DC and this EF10 storm that just hit it. One thing I can say is dumping history can be massively liberating. Many years ago I had my car and all it’s contents stolen in Chicago. Whoosh, gone, just like that. It left me with an odd feeling afterwards, I had lost everything, but there was a certain sense of cleanliness left over. That out of a massively unpleasant experience a nugget of pure liberation could spring out of it is marvelous to me. This could be a similar liberating thing for DC Comics. By hacking 75 years of history into kindling and setting it all on fire gives them the chance to tell new stories and free the characters from their pasts.

Who needs liberation then, when it comes to characters? Well, dumping the Hawkcritters is a great start, along with the sheer goofiness of “Power Putz” and “Shockingly Buoyant Girl” in the 45th Century! Both of those can just snap-crackle-and-pop to ash. Other characters can get some much-needed historical mopping up. Who needs a good and deep mop-job? Aquaman. The butt of jokes about a rather lame silly power set really needs to be pulled apart and reconfigured. He could shine if they draw on some cojones and fix his story to match.

For those people who bemoan a lost 75 years of history, you can always go back and relive the glory days anytime you want in the back-issues aisles of a con or your own basement. Much of comic book history is self-contained anyways and you knew that everything was malleable when you grabbed your first comic! What’s the difference between Hal Jordan resetting the entirety of existence in Zero Hour compared with this? Instead of Hal Jordan, it’s just Dan DiDio, or Geoff Johns, or since Brightest Day came along and plotzed on us all, why not just peel back the layers and show Alan Moore underneath it all, as it really is? Is what DC is doing now any less upsetting to people than Kyle Rayner, as Ion, re-igniting the Power Battery on Oa and creating a bumper-crop of new tiny-blue-guardians and then pulling a whole Book-of-Genesis-Surprise on us all by creating male and female pint-sized-guardians at the same time, only years later to have someone else write about the Zamarons, who apparently are Shaq-sized? One has to wonder how Sayd feels when she looks at a Zamaron. I’m just saying. The fact that DC changes things, creates bits and eliminates others, retcons with sheer gleeful abandon and treats time like it’s silly putty – something like this isn’t really anything worth getting upset over. They’ve done this in the past, they’ll do it again, because it’s not about some sort of romanticized tradition but just about storytelling. People accept new actors playing roles they love in soap operas all the time, this isn’t anything different from that. The characters change, the history is binned over and over, but you’ll keep on paying because the stories are compelling and frankly, that’s what you’re really paying $2.99 for. You aren’t clinging on to Adam West as Batman, so just let go and enjoy the ride!

I’ll leave you all with a great little aphorism that fits here really well “The more things change, the more they stay the same.” Enjoy.

Top 3 Historic Events I've Experienced

Challenger

The three events that come to mind, out of a tangle of so many are:

1) The Challenger Accident – 10 years old

2) The fall of the Soviet Union – 16 years old

3) The Chernobyl Accident – 10 years old

Each of these events changed the world. I remember that I was walking in the hallway of my school when the news struck. It was just the start of that whole disaster which led to the discovery that an O-Ring had failed and it pretty much stunned our space program and slowed down subsequent space missions to a crawl. I can remember seeing the explosion pattern on the TV news for weeks after the event.

The fall of the Soviet Union was next. It, in some ways, began with the fall of the Berlin Wall and lead to it's final death years later. When the Soviet Union went to the great beyond, so did the Cold War that had raged between the United States and the USSR. It was a pivotal moment in world history as two enemies suddenly stopped fighting because one simply ceased to exist. The Russian Federation appeared in it's aftermath and we never really got the Cold War started again after that. When the Soviets failed, they left a huge number of nuclear weapons floating in a sea of doubt. I still personally doubt that the Russian Federation has control over all the Soviet missiles that they established. A part of me even thinks that someday some Ukranian goat herder will blunder into a mobile ICBM trailer and wonder if the rusted out hulk is still dangerous.

The third bit was Chernobyl. It pretty much sealed the fate of nuclear power on Earth after proving that a really bad accident is really bad for everyone. Of course, we never learned our lesson with Chernobyl and so we had to learn it all over again with Fukushima.

There are other events, I"m sure, personal events that meant more to me, but these were the best world-changing events that I could come up with on the spot. These are the sort of events that you never forget. I don't put September 11th, 2001 on this list because frankly, that event upset a lot of Americans but it wasn't as vast as the events I detailed above were. Challenger, the Soviets, and Chernobyl affected everything from space travel, to global politics and safety. So for those wondering about 9/11, that's the order of importance for me.

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2011 Surprises

Sculpture of Students

The most unexpected thing that has happened so far is in my workplace. We recently picked up some new leadership and an infusion of really active people who share my distaste for heel and knuckle dragging. Watching our Operation: Historic Moment unfold was very nice and the response we got from our work was utterly delightful. We've picked up some new talent recently and with luck we can keep the pace that we've set at the beginning of the year. I'm looking forward to seeing what's next.

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What's Worth Waiting in Long Lines

Queue

Three things that are worth waiting in long lines for are: Certain movies, Certain Comic-Con events, and saying goodbye to loved ones that have died. Without a doubt the longest time I've willingly remained in a queue is the entry line for Comic-Con's Preview Night. Sitting on hard concrete for two or three hours is a testament to my passion for the event and my gross stupidity for waiting so long for something that on retrospect isn't ever really worth it afterwards.

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Snail Mail

write you a song

I haven't seen one of those, or sent one, in any of my conscious memory. Everything that comes in the post now-a-days is printed matter and it's either complete crap or bills. I don't think that people actually handwrite any longer. I know that unless I concentrate very hard, my handwriting is utterly incomprehensible. My cursive script is utterly abominable. I suppose it's a lost art and we can lament it's passing, but in this day and age people value the message over the way the message is sent.

There are still some things that demand handwritten messages, but none of them should be delivered by post. Mostly love letters and poetry. Those should be hand-delivered. I can't think of any other reason why you would send a message over the post in a handwritten way other than to perhaps stroke some sense of nostalgia.

The world has moved on.

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If I Could Have Dinner Anywhere…

Paris Exposition: Eiffel Tower, Paris, France, 1900

I would return to Paris and have dinner there. I would seek out a delightful little nowhere place in the Marais district and we would order a roasted chicken and a nice bottle of wine. Then we would walk from the Marais to the Metro, and take it to Montmartre. Where we would order a crepe from a crepe-cart wandering around the base of the butte.

Visiting Paris, and dining there is a wonderful experience. The language difference is a problem and the waiters are gruff, but the way the French dine is delightfully civilized. It was the one of the many things that I missed when I returned to the USA, and dined here in this country. French waiters don't buzz you regularly and ask you impertinent questions. They practically ignore you until you flag them down and frankly, that's the way it's supposed to be! I'm taking in the experience, I'm talking with my partner, I don't want to be interrupted! I miss it a lot. There is something utterly perfect about sitting down at a table, disassembling a roasted chicken by hand, drinking half a bottle of fine French wine and then walking across the city and treating yourself to a Nutella-filled fresh-made Crepe and a bottle of Evian.

What do I miss about dining in the USA that I can't get in Paris? Complimentary water. You can trust the tap water in the USA with your life, it's crystal clear and squeaky clean, but you cannot anywhere else. In Europe you have to rely on bottled water. It's not terribly expensive, but it is a glaring difference.

I sometimes muse about starting a restaurant that is designed and run in a truly french style. The waiters aren't gruff, there aren't any language barriers, the water is from the tap and free, but the way the waiters conduct themselves and the pace of dining, that's what I'd like to bring back. What the French have over us is this one thing. It's clearly superior and I wish the American dining experience could measure up.

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April Fool's Day 2011

Jester

April Fools Day for an IT Admin in my position wouldn't be practical. I have access to too much and it would undermine many of my professional relationships. One of the most important foundations of what I do is built upon trust, so if I were to pull a prank, it would damage that trust.

April Fools is pretty much the day that you take absolutely no interest in the operation of the world. You assume everything is a lie and sit back and enjoy all the machinations of pranksters as they try to get people's goats. It used to be that April Fools pranks would flow through social networks like a mighty river, but for the few years we've been using these systems, most people have developed a natural resistance to what April Fools day delivers. It's fun for people who have much more lighthearted jobs, but not for me.

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My High School Reunion

Chinese Punishment of the Rack

I graduated from high school in 1993 and so my ten-year reunion would have been 2003. The twenty year is coming up in 2013. Either way, I can’t see myself actually engaging in any kind of reunion with those people. I regard that time of my life like everyone-who-wasn’t-in regards theirs, a daily trudge through some of the most unpleasant experiences of my life. I was different, I was an outsider, and from the very start I knew it was going to be four years spent where the most important aspect of my life was endurance. I just had to live through it. High school taught me lots of things, the school component of it wasn’t difficult and I did well academically, but the social and emotional aspects of it were vastly different. It’s been so many years and the experiences were so incredibly unpleasant that a giant majority of the time is lost to me. I simply do not remember it. I have redacted my own memories in order to protect myself. I left that situation and those people behind and out of six billion people on this planet high school helped me identify a certain set of people who I never ever want to see again for the rest of my life. The whole experience, from 9th to 12th grade in high school harbor the most unpleasant and painful memories that I have in my life. Like unwanted guests, I do everything I can to not think about them, that time in my life, and I am very happy that it has receded into the past. With each passing breath I am further and further away from it.

I don’t need a reunion with these people. On Facebook I friended those people who I actually were friends with but those connections didn’t get anywhere. Recently in a fit of piqué I decided to browse the web-of-friends that some of the people who I had established a connection with had with people I dimly remember from that time in my life and it was cathartic. What did I discover? What everyone discovers. That those who were in aged just as disastrously as everyone else, but what really struck me is how many people never got anywhere. I think that launching yourself somewhere very different is good for you in the long run and many of these people are stuck in their little lives in their little towns and they never see anything of the world. I have pity more than anything else for them. Perhaps it was all the unpleasantness that encouraged me to range so very far from where I started out, but I can say that I am better now than I was, I’m happier far away than close by, and if I never think about high school again I could die a happy man.

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