Category Archives: Random Musings

Legal Question of the Day

Say that I am standing on the Illinois side of the border.  There is another man standing a little way away from me, but on the Wisconsin side of the border.  I shoot that man dead.  Who has jurisdiction?

A murder definitely occurred, but on which side of the border did the actual physical crime occur?  Is the act of firing the gun with the crime or is the result of the act the crime?  Can you separate the two?    Or is this one of those jurisdictional nightmare situations where you have two district attorneys fighting for the prestige of getting a conviction for an unusual crime and all the press that goes with it?  I certainly couldn’t be tried for murder in both states because that would violate double jeopardy.

Never a lawyer when you need one.

Signs that you’re getting old

During the week, my alarm wakes me up at 6:30 in the morning to start my daily get ready for work routine.  Every day off for a few months now, I have been waking up at exactly 7:00.  It doesn’t matter when I go to bed or how much I had to drink the night before.  7:00 and *ping!* eyes open.  This can only be the inevitable shifting of time that occurs as one ages.  I see 5:00 PM dinners in my near future.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.  Partly, it’s because this is the the last holiday that the whole family usually all gets together in one place.  Partly, it’s because my (favorite) aunt makes an unbelievable Thanksgiving spread.

Mostly, though, it’s because Thanksgiving, to me, has always been the most welcoming of holidays.  Our family casts a wide net.  Friends with no family, come on over.  Friends who can’t make it out of town to be with family, come on over.  Friends who’d rather not be with their family, come on over.  I get to see familiar faces that I really only see on Thanksgiving.  I get to see faces that I may never see again.  It is a time of eating and drinking and talking in a safe, cozy, relaxed, crazy atmosphere.  It is a time of love.

And at the end of the day, when people are starting to head home and I’m drinking my last B&B (nectar of the gods) and my cousins’ friends start showing up to pay homage to their foster family, I can’t help but smile.  There is not a day that goes by that I don’t feel incredibly lucky, but on Thanksgiving, I feel luckiest.

You are a loser!

Have you ever used those lottery scanners to see if you can finally retire?  Sure, we all have!  When you do, it gives you the innocuous message, “Sorry, you are not a winner.” and you know that you will have to show up for your despairingly boring job for at least another few days.

Playing the lottery is a colossally stupid way to spend your money.  As my friend says, it’s a idiot tax.  This, of course, doesn’t stop me from playing every once in a while when the jackpots are large enough for my entire family to retire.  But it certainly isn’t something that we should be encouraging people to do.

Therefore, I suggest that we change the lottery scanners to throw up random discouraging slogans.  Things like, “You are a loser!” or “Man, I’d hate to be you!” or “Who has two thumbs and just wasted their money?  Point to yourself!”

Society offers way too many carrots to people to waste their money.  It’s time to start providing some sticks.

Eye graveyard

Ever wonder what happens to all the dust and dirt and eyelashes that get stuck in your eye?  Sure, most of it ends up falling out in a fusillade of tears and blinking, but what about the others?  Surely, some of it ends up travelling to the back of the eye.

The back of the eye must be an eye graveyard where all the micro-detritus is put to rest.  I wonder if there are little caretakers that make sure things are kept neat back there.  Or is it more like a mass grave with eyelashes stacked haphazardly together.

I hate you, Neal Stephenson

No I don’t! I take it back! I still love you!  Please don’t leave me!

This emotional freakout brought to you by the book “Reamde”, Neal Stephenson’s latest.  Neal Stephenson is, arguably, my favorite author depending on whether I’ve reread a Vonnegut novel recently.  Why?  Because he writes sentences like this: “The young woman had turned toward him and thrust her pink gloves up in the air in a gesture that, from a man, meant ‘Touchdown!” and, from a woman, ‘I will hug you now!”  Even his worst books have nuggets of gold like that.

So why am I so angry at Neal?  Because he stole my idea.  The main character in “Reamde” creates a new MMORPG where the world is based on advanced algorithms that actually mimic real life world creation with plate tectonics and continental drift, etc. instead of the human generated worlds with incongruous landscapes and massive creative liberties.  In this world, called T’rain, players can actually dig into the terrain (T’rain, terrain, get it?) and mine for gold.  The society is feudal and players pay based on how much fun their character is to play.  Miners and farmers are free, wizards and warriors cost money, etc.

Reading about the world of T’rain was like reading my mind.  It was freaky.  Almost every aspect of the world has been floating in my mind for over a year now.  I have been reading about how the Earth was formed and trying to come up with ways to mimic it for a computer generated world.  I have been thinking about how to create a world that is actually round and not demarcated by server boundaries.  I have been toying with simplistic economic models that would be usable as a stable MMORPG economy.  For over a year now, I have been thinking about T’rain!

Then I start reading “Reamed” and find out that Neal Stephenson has beat me to it.  I can only assume that Neal is a mind reader because there’s no way that hundreds of geeks the world over have thought of the same thing as me.  No sir!

Of course, there’s a reason why the world of T’rain doesn’t exist yet.  There are still lots of technological hurdles that Moore’s Law hasn’t quite allowed us to accomplish yet.  But Neal Stephenson’s putting the idea of T’rain to paper means that not only are there hundreds of dorks that thought of this on their own, but now there are tens of thousands who are now thinking about it.  Many of them are much smarter than me.  So I doubt I’ll be getting rich the MMORPG route now.

There is a certain smug satisfaction, though, knowing that your favorite author thinks at least somewhat like you do.  That little voice that is my id telling me, “Good job!”  Then there is that littler voice that is my super-ego telling me, “Why didn’t you write ‘Reamde’?”  I, like most people, spend far too long listening to my id.

I’ll have a review of ‘Reamde’ in the year 2214 when I finish reading it.  Like most of Neal Stephenson’s books, it can be used as a murder weapon.

I really need to start blogging my predictions

Just after the polls were closed on the east coast and a few returns had filtered in, I looked at how things were going and mentioned that it looks like Obama was going to win 330 electoral votes if the trend continued.  If Florida is called for Obama, he’ll have 332 electoral votes.  But now, no one will believe me.  #Cassandra

Oh, and compare the real results to Nate Silver’s predictions.  Nate Silver is a god.

Shame Hair

In the German language, pubic hair translates to Schamhaar, which literally means ‘shame hair’.  I wonder what that says about Germans.  But more importantly, Schamhaar is an essential word to know if you plan on going to Oktoberfest in München.

Wasabi Peas FTW

Oh, Trader Joe-san, why must your wasabi peas taste so good?  I once ate so many wasabi peas that I couldn’t taste anything for three days.  True story.  I guess you can say that I OPed.  Ha!