Saturday, February 2, 2013

Why make things so complicated?

Here is the story the guy who had the idea of an almost stop motion picture story but he could not
 get it together before it was due. Scrambling, he was without his computer but had his phone and 
had one or two video apps on it. He did not have time to got home and do a storyboard type story 
with his cat Winks. While waiting for his lunch appointment he was going to tell stories of taking 
care of people's cats but with the pictures he had, that just was not flowing correctly. He felt all out of sorts just like this text alignment.
Then inspiration struck and he liked the simple concept of friendship. So, he spent entirely too 
long going through pictures but kept it simple and in the end it made him smile. After watching 
the video a few times and feeling happy he was thankful for simplicity and simple friendship. 
Here is the video hopefully you may smile as well.
Furry Friends

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Here is a random paragraph to something I am not too sure of....

       He poured more alcohol on the wound. Damn that was a relief. It just felt so good to bypass doctors and that whole business. The pain was pure in the fact that he knew he was doing right. He then thought of the times he heard his Father say something to the effect of: any doctor who does surgery on himself has an idiot for a patient. But that was okay. It was not like he was using anything like surgical tools anyway.
       Hello again people who may like stories. I would like to reiterate that the main focus of this blog is about stories even though I have managed to get off topic a bit. Also, it is not just about my stories but stuff I may like, and here is a book I like that I read awhile back. Now it can be found online for free. Best of all if you like it you can donate to the free library program (I hope some goes to the authors too).

      Without giving anything away it gets a little weird in the beginning and very nicely clarifies the stuff that did not make sense. This was the first book by Dave Freer and as far as I can tell the only one where he is the only author. Since reading this book I have read most of the books he has done with other authors but for some reason I like this one better. 

       Well, if you have the time, enjoy storytime. Thanks.

Friday, January 18, 2013

How to charge an Iphone on the go.

I am going to change pace a little for this post. Hopefully, this is more useful than any bits of any stories I am writing, but more bits may be coming as soon as they get slightly more of a polish. Camping is not as fun when your iphone dies and your wind-up charger just does not seem to be effective. Here is a solution for that:
My wish list would be a shockproof waterproof case with that battery / charger but no one has made one yet to my knowledge.

Also to clarify the best way I have found to wind-up charge a dead iphone is:
#1. Use your wind-up usb charger to charge the boost case (on any other extra battery device that goes light on the amps) while it is completely DISCONNECTED from the iphone for at least three minutes.
#2. Connect the case or extra battery to the iphone and wait for it to charge up a bit (again at least a couple minutes).
#3. Use the phone (I like to only use it after getting at least a 10% charge).

A Boost Case

Great Wind-up Flashlight / USB charger
The Eton Clipsray

A few links to purchase these items:

Lastly, I am not a representative or in any sort of cahoots with either of these companies so my results are completely independent. So, please if anyone out there finds better solutions I would love to know them. Thanks. Y.  

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Something from one of the novels I am writing

      He took a deep breath and stared at the thing. He didn't even have a name for it. Within a few seconds the machine clarified his identity. It finally made sense. It was the kind of sense that long periods of standing meditation on its own used to give him. John loved tangential thought. He was a decent student in school as a child but for one reason or another didn't get into the college he wanted to and decided to work. 

       The former major change in his life came from that first job. He remembered it like it was in slow motion. About a month into the job he went to work the machines to pack the pipes and one of them ran out of that high gauge plastic that it used for the ties. When they couldn't be packed the pipes slipped and fell on the floor. Instinctively he backed up and his right arm went into the machine that gathered the pipes, he still wasn't sure what that machine was called. Silencing that memory he visualized where his right arm should have been. To brighten up he then thought about his lawyer at the time, the $2 million settlement, and his life now. He was amused at the thought of after a couple decades of semi-seclusion on his land living his way and never needing to apologize to anyone for anything it may be time for him to brush up on his people skills.

       Again, he stared deeply into the machine. Maybe it was better if he never put a name to it. He thought about how this moment of realization was far more important than many of the other moments of his life, even the one when he lost his arm. The random knowledge and experiments and ideas he played with that he thought were fun but ultimately meaningless came to mind. 

       He remembered spending several months playing with the idea that the curves and straight-line ratios in all alphabets, pictographs, or any other type of written human communication could be distilled into designs that focused something he was not sure he could describe, but the closest thing he could allude it to was either turning thought into action or the manifestation of cognitive power. Neither of those descriptions quite fit though. 

       The machine with its outdated submarine batteries and powerful electromagnets originally intended to call forth ball lightning failed miserably. But when he made a better chamber out of it and connected all the things that gave and manipulated power in such a way as to reflect his research on all human written communication and the purest distilled essence of symbolism he could create everything felt right. Every device inside the machine that consumed power and seemed to do little else was placed and connected according to an opposite set of curves and straight lines that mirrored the other parts of the machine. While there was no logical reason to do this design it felt like a fun and frivolous flight of fancy.

       Now, he knew this machine was responsible for the added clarity of his thoughts and his interesting friend in his dreams. He did not want to think that the person he had been advising in his dreams was a real person because that would make his footprint in life too great for his liking. He did not want to affect the world too much till later. Now, it was time to open and explore with other people, just a little. He thought about the decision to write an invitation to anyone seeking clarity of thought through standing meditation done inside his machine. For the past few months he blogged about his machine and standing meditation as part of his method of extending this invitation to anyone interested. Also, he commented randomly on websites that would be used by the open-minded, experimental, possibly new aged crowd. It was only then after that moment of reflection he turned to the small crowd gathered behind him.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Ok, a true and boring tale of a crazy cat guy.

       So, I have discovered I am a crazy cat guy. I only have one cat but sometimes enjoy taking care of other people's pets as well. I have no wish for any other pets than my kitty. I also like to write and read a bit and even though I do not seek out any personal stories of the authors I like I have heard that some folks do. So, ahhh, without further typing jabber, here you go:
       One day I looked outside my kitchen window onto my deck and saw this speedy ball of grey fur. It caught my attention but upon engaging in a search of the deck when I went outside could find nothing amiss. The next two days the same thing happened but I managed to see the glimpse of what I thought was a cat's tail. The fourth day I got smart and set some cat food out. Sure enough it was the tiniest kitten I had ever seen but as soon as I went outside to reload the food she vanished.
       This became a routine for a few days until she popped out from under the deck to roll around a few feet away from me. It was cute, but if I moved too fast she bolted. She established this as her new routine at least once a day. Gradually I would hold out my hand and even though she looked like she wanted to sniff it she was way too scared.
       Then the breakthrough happened. When I was just looking up at the sky I felt a furry face against my hand, as I soon as I moved too much she bolted out of reach then did her roll around dance before hiding under the deck. I then made up my mind she deserved a real roof over her head.
       I soon as I gained her trust I then kitten-napped her the first time she let me pick her up. Upon entering my home for the first time she did not freak out as I expected. I sat down on a recliner and she fell asleep on my chest for two hours while I did a bit of reading. I thought things were great till she woke up and bolted. I could not find her for two days (she was probably hiding in one of my roommates' rooms, I think the everdrunk one but that is a different tale). After those too scary days she popped out and looked a little like a tiny monkey for some reason. I knelt down low, and she walked up to me with kind of a proper air. I said, "You know if you want I can take care of you for the rest of your life?" She then happily meeeeped and winked at me thus getting her name in the process as well.

       Winks is not the first cat seen in this video that seems to amuse cat crazy people but the second one.