TO THE GOOGLES!

The googles, they do nothing!

Yeah, I did the moon snapshot too. Kinda cool. In fact, I still have the picture so I'll attach it.

For those interested, the Orion Nebula is very easy to spot in you're in the northen hemisphere and you dont' even need a telescope. Binoculars will do. Look towards the south at around 9pm and spot the 3 stars that make up Orion's belt. Look below the belt star and you'll see a couple of faint clusters. The nebual is in that area. You should see a fainth glow when you look in that spot. Here's an image of the Orion Constellation. You can see the 3 starts forming the belt in the middle of the picture.

I bought a telescope a year and a half ago. I enjoyed it so much I decided to sell telescopes online. Now I am looking for writers. While I do enjoy the hobby, I'm no expert. My experience is limited. I hate the cold so I don't go out in the winter! Anyway, I don't mean to pimp out the site here, but it's a pretty geeky hobby so I figured some of you may be into it. Give me a shout if you are.

While eating at a restaurant this weekend

wife:Wow, this is really great food

Me: Yep, it's good shit.

Wife (frowning): It's not "shit"

me: It will be soon!


(I'm such a romantic)

Have you considered the binary route?

It would be interesting if you wore a pedometer and calculated how many unecessary steps you have taken in a month.

I can change that. 

Altough Ivan's number analysis was deemed way to advance for today's civilization, I find it interesting that there is another pattern in there, one which includes the number 31.

Ivan broke it down as:
13,25,29,21,41,45,29,57,61
14,26,30,22,42,46,30,58,60
15,27,31,23,43,47,31,59,63
12,24,28,20,40,44,28,56,60



I find it interesting that the 3rd number from each end repeats itself on each line, and that on the 3rd line, that number is 31.


13,25,29,21,41,45,29,57,61
14,26,30,22,42,46,30,58,60
15,27,31,23,43,47,31,59,63
12,24,28,20,40,44,28,56,60

Ivan's overthinking pays off! YES!

Interestingly, I could draw another conclusion that would be accurate IF the 18th number was indeed 62 instead of 60 as Ivan pointed out in his analysis. Had this been the case, then only the numbers that I have underline would be duplicated. Every other number would be unique.

Of course, it's all irrelevant, but thanks for reading!

No. I'm not sentimental. I purge stuff.

Copyright (C) 2011 Emhem

The cab was still rolling, heading towards the high end residential area of Toronto. Jim didn’t know what to do any more and in a trembling panicky voice he demanded to get out of the car. “Didn’t I tell you to relax Jimmy boy?” the passenger asked with a smirk on his face. “If I wanted to hurt you, you would already be dead. I’m here to change your life. But if we are to get down to business, you need to calm down and answer my question.” He paused and stared at Jim waiting for a response. Jim’s stress was somewhat diminished by that last statement. He took a few deep breaths and pondered on his situation. He didn’t know who he was dealing with, but clearly this was the strangest experience he had ever gone through. The stranger seemed to know everything about him, almost as if he could read his mind. He was somehow able to be at two places at once. As he processed these thoughts, the passenger was staring at him seemingly pleased. The car slowed down, took a left turn and entered a subdivision.

Jim looked out the window. “This is the Bridal Path area isn’t it?” he asked out loud. The man didn’t respond. He was just waiting, still staring at Jim with a grin on his face. “They call this place the Millionaire’s Row” Jim stated. The cab rolled by numerous mansions in every style from Georgian, Colonial, Greek and modern houses, all of which were worth millions of dollars.

“So Jim” the passenger calmly spoke. “This is where you answer my question. What’s it going to be?” Jim snapped out of the reverie he was entering as he stared with eyes wide open at these magnificent homes. He did feel a lot calmer by then. “Yes” he spoke. “Yes what?” the driver man asked. “Yes, I’m tired of being a loser” Jim replied. The car pulled into a driveway. The passenger got out and instructed Jim to do the same. They both started walking towards the house when Jim noticed the cab was backing up. “He’s not coming?” he asked. “No, I have to be somewhere else. This way please.” The strange man lead the way to the front door. As he walked up the stone steps, he waited on the front porch for Jim to join him.

“Before I let you in, we need to have a serious discussion” the man said. “First, tell me what makes you a loser”. It was not a question that Jim was expecting at all, and frankly he was getting feed up of that theme. “This jerk is really starting to piss me off” he thought. “Oh is that so?” the man asked. “And what are you going to do about it? Punch me in the face I suppose?”. He rolled his eyes. Now there was no doubt in Jim’s mind. This man was in fact reading his thoughts. But that wasn’t possible! How did the man perform such a feat? The explanation came as quickly as the question “It’s because you assume I’m a man Jimmy boy.”

-I don’t understand
- Don’t concern yourself with that. You will understand soon. Perhaps.
- What are you?
- I have things to do Jimmy. Let’s get on with it. Tell me what makes you a loser, and stop being so sensible about it. I didn’t make you what you are, but I can change it.
- Well I don’t really have any money, or a good job, or friends, or girlfriends
- That’s true, but that’s not the reason. That’s the result of being a loser. What made you a loser?
- I’m not sure what you want to hear
- I don’t want to hear anything. I want to see.
- Woah, now I’m really confused.
- Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy. What am I going to do with you? Alright, I’m going to show you what I mean. Every person on this earth has a special power. You can change people’s lives forever. You can create a moment that will define another person, mark them for life. Let me show you what I mean.

Without warning, the man threw a punch at jimmy and hit him square on the nose. Jimmy fell off the porch, landed hard as his left shoulder hit the stony pathway. He was bleeding and the pain was intense. He was disoriented and a voice brought him back to the real world. “Get up!” it kept repeating. Jim looked around to get his bearing and saw the man casually leaning against a post on the porch. “Come on, get up.” he said. Jimmy slowly got up, holding his nose with his two hands. He was covered in blood.

-What the fuck was that? You maniac!
- Oh I think you’ll live Jimmy. Relax.
- Relax? You just fucking punched me!
- Right. So now you get it don’t you?
- No! No, I don’t get it and I think you’re mental! I’m leaving!
- You will do no such thing! Take a minute and try to process what just happened. Think about it, and tell me why you are a loser.
- I don’t know OK? I’m a loser. I’m a fucking loser. What do you want from me?
- That
- That? That what? What the fuck is wrong with you man?
- Oh for fuck sakes Jimmy! Do I really have to spell everything out for you?
- Yes! Yes you do because not everyone can read minds. Now tell me what it is that you want with me and stop playing stupid games.
- Games? You think this is a game? You’re pathetic.
- Leave me alone!

Jim turned around and started walking towards the driveway. He was walking past the 4 door garage and as he was near the 4th door, it opened and the man walkout out directly in front of Jimmy. He simply said “I thought we had already established that this running away thing wasn’t going to work out.” Jimmy turned back toward the porch and there was not a soul in sight.

- Alright Jimmy boy, I’m going to give it to you straight since you’re not getting it. Perhaps I knocked your brains out.
- Yeah, that must be it. Just tell me what you want with me so we can be done with it.
- Fine. The primary reason why you are a loser is this: You don’t act on your impulsions. I want to see you get mad Jimmy. I saw a bit of anger earlier, and I was pleased. You are a powerful being yet you block all that power. And for what? How many times did you think about punching someone in the face only to turn back to them with one of your silly grins. It’s pathetic Jimmy. You are truly a disappointment!
- Wow, so that’s your big secret? When you think about punching people in the face do it? What’s wrong with you?
- Nothing. Because I act. Let me tell you one thing Jimmy, and I really need you to wrap your brain around this one. Earlier, I made a decision. I decided to punch you in the face. In doing so, I created a moment that you will remember for the rest of your life. You don’t forget these experiences. In a way, I changed you. All of this happened because I decided so. I could have decided to let you walk out the geek shop today, and never speak to you. I made a different choice, and in doing so, I changed your world. You have the same power, you just choose not to act on it. Do you get what I’m saying?
- Sort of, but what’s the point of all this?
- The point is that I want to help you unleash that inner power. If you want to be a loser all your life, then keep repressing it deep down. If you want to be in control, then unleash it.
- OK, so let me recap the day if I may. You show up and tell me I’m a loser, fuck around with my brain with your mind reading shit and your teleportation act, drive me way the fuck out here, punch me in the face and tell me that the reason I’m a loser is because I choose to repress my anger?
- Finally! We understand each other!
-Oh my God! This is crazy! So, thanks for the advice. Are we done?
-Almost. Let me have a look at your nose.

Jimmy complied. “Yeah, that’s pretty nasty. Broken for sure” the man said. “You know what they say: Time heals all wounds”. As he spoke the words, the man slowly brought his hands towards his temples, then reached out toward Jim’s. He didn’t touch him, but his enthralling eyes were locked on Jim’s eyes. The man took a deep breath and concentrated, then slowly exhaled. For a brief moment, Jim experienced dizziness but as he came to, he was surprised to feel normal again. The pain from his nose was gone.  Jim touched his nose and there was no pain, and the bleeding had stopped.

- How did you do that?
- Do what?
- Heal me! How did you do that?
- I didn’t. I think you need some time to reflect upon the events of the day. I think you’re ready to enter the mansion now. Here’s the key to the front door.
- Who’s house is this? Yours?
- No Jimmy, it’s yours.

The man started walking towards the driveway just as the cab pulled up. It was driven by the same man. He got in the car and they both left. Jimmy was standing before the massive wooden front door staring at the key. He looked around. There was no one in sight. There was an eerie feeling in the air. “My house?” Jimmy said out loud. “Fuck it, what have I got to lose?” he said to himself.  He unlocked the front door, opened it and stepped in.

No, I'm cultured.




*runs*

Copyright (C) 2011 Emhem

“He’s here.” Alulim was looking towards the large chair across the room when he spoke. The chair was facing the opposite direction, looking out in the direction of what appeared to be a large abstract painting that took up the entire north wall. Alulim’s rugged face showed great concern. “He’s back, and he’s already made contact. Should I intercept the boy?”  he asked. “It’s too early." a voice responded. "Until we have confirmation, there is no point. For now, we’ll watch him. Besides, we can’t reveal ourselves. The fool still thinks we perished in the flood. Let’s not ruin the one advantage we have.”

Alulim didn’t like waiting. “It’s been 100 generations since we acted! It’s time for action!” He was visibly upset. “Be patient my old friend. We were lucky to remain undetected when we last claimed Goliath. I need you to focus, and stop counting time. I’m starting to wonder if our journey here has clouded your judgment. One might think you’re processing things in four dimensions. We may be trapped in these conditions, but you know better.” The man replied. “I… of course. It’s another reason why we must find our way out. Forgive me Enki.”

Alulim was thinking. How long had they been trapped here? “Nearly 2 Sars old friend” Enki responded as he read Alulim’s mind. He was still amazed that his theory of parallel time flow control proved to be accurate. It was one of the reasons he came here initially, to test the device he and Alulim were currently both wearing.

“This time, things will be different Alulim.” He paused. “This time… how ironic.” Enki said as he laughed at the absurdity of his statement. “It seems our reduced control of time has affected us both.” He paused for a second or two then spoke again. “You know what remains to be done. If we can’t stop Jushur, he will destroy everything we have created. He came to this moment with a purpose. We have less than two years left and two years is a blink compared to 2 Sars. You know what is at risk. We cannot fail this time. Our calculations are what they are. If we fail, it will be our end.” the man in the chair responded. There was great sadness in his voice. As he got up he waved at the painting. It vanished into thin air.