Bitchy

Please Note : This post is part of an academic research paper in progress

It will be published in NewThinking.info There are comments divided into social and a brief description of the technology used, where appropriate. Flat Facts ( a term coined in the movie AI) are taken from Wikipedia

Of relevance is that while at Brunel as an undergraduate I became good friends with the leader of the feminist movement. She was gay and, as far as I know, I was her only straight male friend. I wish I still had the photo of her holding a four pack of beer leaning back against my motorbike, smiling.. It’s in here … (Philip taps his head)


A Day In The Life of a Female Avatar in Blue Mars.

She arrives at work still dressed in her bunny costume, straight from the all night party she had been attending. She plays the company vid with the sound down (hangover) to orient herself. She had a presentation to give. She changed into her working clothes and did the presentation. Then back home to change. She had to practice her Golf which she sucked at. Bowling was her game, being a working class Londoner. Then off to swim and play with her pet mantas. She was feeling pretty good. She wanted to dance. She loved to dance so a quick change and off to her favourite disco. No one would be there but the management had told her “Anytime Bitchy, you are a Blue Mars Supastar”. She danced till the sun went down. Then bed I guess… or it was Halloween soon….

Social Comment: Bitchy , I believe, is mirroring the life style of a 20 something , intelligent, female, budding exec.

Technology and social analysis : The features in Blue Mars are wide and varied. We now have onland a business world. We have games which can be seen as a bridge between the social and business. Golf represents the middle and upper classes while bowling is more a working class pursuit. I grew up in a working class environment in London in the 1950s to 1970s . Class existed then, it still exists now.

The Evolution of Bitchy

I have been fascinated and intrigued by Artificial Intelligence since studying Psychology for my Batchelor of  Science degree at Brunel University U.K. in the first half of the 1980s. While assisting with the development of public access national networked touch screen computer systems, I undertook a side project evaluating Expert Systems.

Flat Fact :

An expert system is software that attempts to provide an answer to a problem, or clarify uncertainties where normally one or more human experts would need to be consulted. Expert systems are most common in a specific problem domain, and is a traditional application and/or subfield of artificial intelligence. A wide variety of methods can be used to simulate the performance of the expert however common to most or all are 1) the creation of a knowledge base which uses some knowledge representation formalism to capture the Subject Matter Expert‘s (SME) knowledge and 2) a process of gathering that knowledge from the SME and codifying it according to the formalism, which is called knowledge engineering. Expert systems may or may not have learning components but a third common element is that once the system is developed it is proven by being placed in the same real world problem solving situation as the human SME, typically as an aid to human workers or a supplement to some information system.

Expert systems were introduced by researchers in the Stanford Heuristic Programming Project, Edward Feigenbaum, PI, with the Dendral and Mycin systems. Principal contributors to the technology were Bruce Buchanan, Edward Shortliffe, Randall Davis, William vanMelle, Carli Scott, and others at Stanford. Expert systems were among the first truly successful forms of AI software. [1][2][3][4][5][6] The topic of expert systems has many points of contact with general systems theory, operations research, business process reengineering and various topics in applied mathematics and management science.

I evaluated the latest software and wrote a report. I also sat in on post-graduate classes on AI run by Dr Heinz Wolfe, an expert in pattern recognition whereby a program, through visual sensing of facial recognition , could respond to a persons mood accurately and appropriately. Exciting, cutting edge stuff in 1986. since then I have continued my research.

A Quantum Leap

A.I.

Why did Steven Spielberg and Stanley Kubrick want Spielberg to direct Kubrick’s A.I., the fable of a robot who wants a human mother’s love? Imagine the personals ad Kubrick might have taken out:

“YOU LIKE: sweetness & light, plucky kids, happy endings, ‘When You Wish Upon a Star.’ i like: a hope-free environment, leering homicidal teens, pitilessly ambiguous Gotterdammerungen, icy Gyorgi Ligeti melodies written ‘as a dagger in Stalin’s heart.’ let’s meet for a movie!”

Maybe they had a mutual case of genius envy. Kubrick needed Spielberg’s speed. Ever since 2001’s success freed him to do almost anything he wanted, Kubrick yearned to make a blockbuster as big as The Godfather or Star Wars or E.T. But he couldn’t, because he enslaved himself with research. “I usually take about a year [developing a film],” he said in 1968. “In a year, if you keep thinking about it, you can pretty well exhaust the major lines of play, if you want to put it in chess terminology. Then as you’re making the film, you can respond to the spontaneity of what’s happening with the resources of all the analysis you’ve done.”

After 1971, Kubrick’s spontaneity expired (if not his genius). He spent decades mulling movies more than making them. Most of what he actually shot was over-thought, emotionally parched. Spielberg once (according to critic Michael Sragow) compared watching Barry Lyndon to “walking through the Louvre without lunch.” Kubrick was all about making marmoreal masterworks, not pleasing mortals with morsels of wish-fulfillment fantasy.

But surely he knew, as the real 2001 approached, that he wouldn’t live long enough to fulfill his own fantasy: an A.I. movie starring real robots instead of actors (most of whom he treated like robots). And a child actor would age visibly during a year-long Kubrick shoot. He hoped Spielberg might whip up a computer-generated boy for the lead, or at least do his famous fast magic with a live child actor.

So what’s in it for Spielberg, in making a Kubrick movie? Perhaps to “eat at the grownups’ table,” as Woody Allen put it–to join the highbrow pantheon. Spielberg makes filmmaking look too easy, and makes too much easy money. We’ve all spent wild nights with his flying bikes and leaping lizards, but not everybody respects him in the morning. Many say Schindler’s List is sui generis and Private Ryan simplistically jingoistic; his serious-issue movies The Color Purple and Amistad suck dead eggs. But when he dares to swap DNA with uber-director Kubrick, you’ve got to give him credit.

There could be deeper motives. Biographical critics Joseph McBride and Henry Sheehan trace a strain of father fear in Spielberg’s movies, and the father figures he seems fondest of are akin to movie moguls: Attenborough the proprietor of Jurassic Park, Schindler the factory “Direktor,” and in A.I., William Hurt as Professor Hobby, the entrepreneurial inventor of the robot boy David. (Professor Hobby is far kinder than David’s adoptive dad, played by Sam Robards.) The company Kubrick formed to produce Aryan Papers, the Holocaust movie he scuttled after Schindler’s List hit, was called Hobby Films. How better to honor a cinematic daddy than to finish his film in his style with a character named Hobby? What better way to transcend the anxiety of influence than to blend pastiche with one’s own stylistic voice?

Anyhow, now it’s finished: A.I., a film (as one producer put it) by “Stevely Kuberg.” It’s like no other movie, because it’s so much like so many other movies. In one brilliant scene, the robots scavenge spare parts for themselves from a dump of less fortunate fellow robots: a new jaw here, a forearm there. The parts fit together jaggedly, but the crude welds enable the robots to function. That’s the way A.I. is built: not just Spielberg’s style mashed into Kubrick’s, but characters and stories and particular shots from multitudinous movies (especially Kubrick’s), all stuck together at odd angles. It’s weird, but it works.

The primary source of A.I. is Brian Aldiss’s “Supertoys Last All Summer Long,” and two of his other very short stories about David, the robot with the mommy problem. Kubrick jammed David’s story together with the story of Pinocchio. This misses the point of Aldiss’s tale: Pinocchio wants to earn the right to be real, but David the robot doesn’t get it that he’s not a real boy. In the film, David (portrayed with sensitive precision by the eeriest boy actor on earth, Haley Joel Osment) has a more primal urge: to make Mommy (the generically cute Frances O’Connor) love him, no matter what it takes.

When David enters his human Mommy and Daddy’s house, he’s backlit to look like the tall, spindly extraterrestrials in Close Encounters. Then he’s revealed to be an almost perfect replica of a human: a bit shiny-faced and stiff, but convincing, even by the standards of the day (the usual futuristic post-apocalyptic Earth, whose advanced gizmo science produces what Kubrick used to call a “mechanarchy”). At first, sitting at dinner, shot from above through a circular lamp that echoes the War Room in Dr. Strangelove, David seems remote. When he emits a barking laugh and points at the strand of spaghetti dangling from Mommy’s chin, and then Mommy and Daddy laugh, it’s hard to say whose laugh is more mechanical.

After Mommy imprints herself on David according to the owner’s manual, however, his face melts into beatific rapture. Osment does a good job of conveying love at first sight. David hugs Mommy. Later, he’s shot from below, with a lamp granting him a halo, like the one that gives Strangelove a nimbus when doomsday arrives. David gets his halo when he becomes aware of death: “Mommy, will you die?”

It’s creepy, because of course Mommy doesn’t love David–he’s just a substitute for her real son, Martin (Jake Thomas), who must remain comatose for years until science can revive him. (The lad is stashed in a bubble bed like the ones astronauts hibernate in 2001.) At last, Martin is defrosted and comes home. It’s bad for David, an echo of the displacement of Alex by Joe the Lodger in A Clockwork Orange. The convincingly bratty Martin taunts David, a cold, Kubrickian echo of the domestic comedy of Spielberg’s enchanted suburbia.

Two scenes of mythic impact ensue. Martin tricks David into snipping a lock of Mommy’s hair as she makes like Sleeping Beauty one night; Mommy makes excuses for him. But at a pool party soon after, the real boys threaten David, who clutches Martin, begs, “Keep me safe!” and falls with him into the pool. Martin requires CPR after being fished out, and as he’s receiving it, the camera pans back from David, infinitely disconsolate on the pool bottom. He recedes, like the cast-off astronaut drifting into space in 2001 (the one who doesn’t get to be reborn as the Star Child).

David recedes yet again later in the film–in Mommy’s rearview mirror when she abandons him in the woods. This is palpable horror. It’s not a standard Spielberg kiddie-peril scene, though, because one uneasily identifies with the mom’s predicament–at least she didn’t send him back to the factory to be destroyed–and David’s monomania has begun to alienate our affections just a bit.

Into the woods goes David. He glimpses those scavenging robots–a folksy lot, like hobos in a 1930s Warner flick, though their busted-upness mainly alludes to the wooden boys hacked up by wicked Stromboli in Pinocchio. He meets his rakish new pal, Gigolo Joe (Jude Law), a robot with hair like a Bob’s Big Boy statue, built for sex with lonely human women.

Law breathes life into a clammy mise en scene–you’ll miss him when he goes. Spielberg made him nicer than Kubrick would’ve done, but it’s no sellout. It simply buries the weirdness deeper. Joe tries to tell David that his mommy doesn’t love him any more than Joe’s dates love him, but David won’t listen.

When Joe laments of his creators, “They made us too smart, too quick and too many,” he’s echoing Coppola’s quote about how his crew making Apocalypse Now had “too much money, too much equipment, and little by little we went insane.” The idea is to critique techno-culture, but the point is muddled, and the film’s heart isn’t really in it whenever it sounds the danger: technology alarm. Ominously, the woods are lit up by a false moon–an aircraft that hunts robots for the Flesh Fair, a demolition derby where humans take out their frustrations by burning and hacking up robots. The moon is a cruel parody of the kindly moon in E.T. But whereas abandonment by Mommy registers emotionally, violence against robots just doesn’t.

It’s a relief when Joe leads David to Rouge City, a sci-fi update of Pinocchio’s Pleasure Island, with big bridges shaped like women’s gaping mouths, to evoke the Korova Milk Bar in A Clockwork Orange (which was much scarier). Rouge City is a letdown: It’s Blade Runner; it’s Judge Dredd’s town; we’ve seen it all before. Its plot function is to give David the Pinocchio prediction that a Blue Fairy will make him a real boy.

David heists an amphibicopter and buzzes off with Joe to Manhattan, flooded up to the Statue of Liberty’s torch (a nod to Planet of the Apes). He meets his maker, Professor Hobby (a nod to Rutger Hauer’s scene with his maker in Blade Runner), confronts the existence of other Davids and has an existential tantrum. Here’s where Kubrick would nastily stress that David has become a real boy in the sense that now he kills robots too; Spielberg makes it a friendlier reunion, just as he changed Michael Crichton’s sinister dinosaur-park entrepreneur to a jolly man in Jurassic Park. Either way, as a Kubrickian snarl or a Spielbergian coo, the scene would come off as abstract and unaffecting.

Arbitrarily, Hobby leaves David alone a minute, and soon we see him leap from a skyscraper (Radio City) into Manhattan’s briny abyss. This is formally a quote from Pinocchio’s dives to escape Pleasure Island and rescue his father at the bottom of the sea, but it has no resonance, because it’s not really part of an intelligible narrative movement. There is no sense of escape; it’s a slow fall, not scary at all. The whole movie is by this point as drifty as seaweed in a lulling current. David’s bed at home resembles Monstro, the whale that imprisons Pinocchio, and yet it’s snug and inviting. What does this mean? Plainly, this movie doesn’t work at the level of straightforward causality. It’s a troubling dream.

A.I. has two endings involving the Blue Fairy, and I guess I shouldn’t reveal either. Suffice it to say that the one Kubrick probably would have stopped with is clearly superior, colder, mysterious without being muddled. The second, Spielbergian ending is fuzzier, more redemptive and alludes to the cosmic ending of 2001 and Kubrick’s cuddly aliens and snug family feelings.

A.I. ends with a whimper (or two), but I got a huge bang out of it. It’s full of stunning images: sad, disintegrating faces, a robot boy’s strangely shining eyes, lively artifacts of humanized technology. Although it’s in an utterly different key, the blend of sensibilities is not an adulteration but an improving alchemy. A.I. effectively combines the moody indeterminacy of Kubrick, especially the Kubrick of 2001, and the addiction to happily-ever-aftering of Spielberg. There’s also the merest flavor of what William Everson once called “one of the screen’s supreme moments of horror”–the scene in Pinocchio where the boy, in midtransformation into a donkey, shrieks, “Mama!” until he’s deprived of human speech and his mama can’t hear him anymore. When you’re not a real boy, no one can hear you scream.

Tim Appelo, former video critic of Entertainment Weekly, has written cultural criticism for the Los Angeles Times, the Washington Post and the New York Times.

I blogged about this:

Social Comment: Forever Young is a video explaining much. It also mirrors the social divide, it is a street video. Again it is about Class: In the original video Jay Z says smoke some weed, drink some wine. In the official video “weed” , marijuana has been removed.

Flat Fact: In 2005 the cost of alcohol dependence and abuse was estimated to cost the USA economy approximately 220 billion dollars per year, more than cancer and …. The number picked up by paramedics rose by 32% between 2002 and 2007, with 36 children a day taken to hospital because of alcohol abuse. … In countries such as Ireland, the UK and Denmark, what is termed “binge” drinking is common. This refers to reserving drinking alcohol for a few days a week – usually from Thursday and then consuming 4 or more liters of beer or 7 pints of beer in an evening. The intention of some younger drinkers is actually to get drunk/merry when heading out on an evening to drink…. [The report] provides strong evidence of the impact of alcohol-related illness on hospital services, according to Dr Deirdre Mongan, Research Officer at the HRB and lead author of the report. The number of people discharged from hospital with alcohol-related problems or injuries increased by almost 90% in the ten years between 1995 and 2004. In 2004, people with alcohol-related illness used 117,373 bed days in hospital – more than double the figure of 55,805 bed days in 1995. AND :

…Add it all up, and marijuana prohibition costs the US $42 billion every year. ….. Pot smokers on average are more adjusted to society and better …This week, over 500 leading economists, led by conservative icon Dr. Milton Friedman, called for a national debate about whether prohibition of marijuana is worth the cost. The occasion was a new report by Harvard University economist Dr. Jeffrey Miron estimating – probably conservatively – that replacing prohibition with a system of common-sense regulation could mean $10 billion to $14 billion per year in reduced government spending and new revenues.

“Smoke some BLANK, drink some WINE…” The video has had over 30 million views.

I like to be inspired. Humanity is so wonderful. The title of this song is Forever Young. Kurt Vonnegut wrote a story called Breakfast of Champions. He loves America but he laughs at it’s Arrogance. The book expresses RVR [Real Virtual Reality] because, he, the author, goes into the book and meets the characters. [virtual Reality’s original medium was the book] He is God. The hero Kilgore Trout doesn’t believe him so with a few strokes of his pen The Author whisks the hero around the world. The hero gasps and falls to his knees. The Author says “Do you want something?” The Hero says “Make me young” The last page is a hand drawn picture of Kurt Vonnegut, a single tear rolls down his cheek. I think we have a Universal Truth here. Humanity’s deep rooted desire to leave a legacy, to have a raison d’etre. So much of the universe we inhabit appears chaotic. I tie it in with “The Day The Earth Stood Still” where Human Beings are to be wiped off the Earth because their Arrogance is destroying it. But they are saved because they are special. I am reminded of the Aliens in “Artificial Intelligence” [AI] The Aliens tell the robot child that Human Beings are Unique in the universe. They also say Nothing Ever Dies. Your Engram remains as part of the web of the universe for all time. But the aliens become The Blue Fairy to grant the robotic child, an avatar, Humanity’s greatest accomplishment and to give Humanity’s Greatest Gift: Unconditional Love. But warn him that once brought back the engram of his mother will disappear from the space-time continuum. The Love is that of A Mother for her Child, Like that of The Creator For His Creation. The Sacrifice Is Ultimate. Jesus did it. And At The End of Days , We Sleep

In September 2009 I created an Avatar in Second Life called Dude Starship. I gave “him” , no, forget the inverted commas, I gave him or rather he developed a persona or rather his persona expressed itself in the virtual world, second life. He moved to Blue Mars. Here is a taste with another Blog post :

Dude Starship sat quietly ruminating in the space port coffee shop. “The bars won’t be open for another few hours” he ruminated. His Starship was being re-fuelled with new ion-rods in The Soldering Iron workshop. His iPhone was ….somewhere, his Nokia wouldn’t upgrade, his Lap Top was getting Ubuntu installed. “Ho Hum” he sighed. He could “Read-A-Book” whatever that was. Nope, boredom set in. The other virtual worlds held little attraction these days. They were good but they were not Blue Mars. He finished the dregs of his coffee, grimaced, stood up and , eschewing the teleport he strolled towards The Soldering Iron. Scotty would be there, Scotty was always there. “If he says “She Canna Take it Jim” I’ll beam him up. Jim?….Jean-Luc would turn in his grave.” The Condo door they had recently installed whooshed at him. Dude smiled “Gotta love that door” he smiled. “Best thing I ever stole from Blue Mars. ”

  • “Hey Scotty! “How’s the Starship? Got those rods installed yet?”
  • Scotty, paunch wobbling, looked up from the console ” She canna take…..” Dude threw a monkey wrench at him. Dude was always throwing monkey wrenches somewhere….. “Hey Dude” Scotty smiled ” looking good, still taking Forever Young meds?”
  • “Where’s my fucking ship Scott?”
  • “Hey, language! A dudette might hear and you know how sensitive THEY are, especially that 176432 etc chick. It’s nearly ready. Hey I found this early vid of your ship watch that while I finish off” Scotty turned back to the console and spoke into the pretend mouse he kept for nostalgic reasons “Computa : Play Archive YouTube ref : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqShHy1eiLE

They watched the vid in awe. “Wow man, that was so long ago…………..”

The Soldering Iron shuddered and Dude’s Starship appeared in the launch pad. He patted the sleek Blue Metal hull. “How’s my Girl”

“Ready Dude, Ike ma sho!” The cute Japanese voice never failed to delight him. He keyed the lock and was inside the command module. It looked new, not a MacDonald’s wrapper in sight. “Ok kid Ike Ma Sho! ” “Straight To Blue Mars? Shall I use Full Power?”
Dude looked around, wow this was some ship, Not even Beeblebrox had a ship like this. “Ok Hun. Make It So!”

Space bent. And there was a great shudder through the length of the ship. Dude scanned the plexiglass. he looked at the sign hanging in space. “WTF?”

WTF?

Flat Fact : Kilroy Was Here : One of the first sightings was at a Grainger Branch in Baltimore where it was rumored to have been drawn by Kilroy himself. False accusations suggest One theory identifies James J. Kilroy (1902–1962)[2], an American shipyard inspector, as the man behind the signature. During World War II he worked at the Fore River Shipyard in Quincy, Massachusetts, where he claimed to have used the phrase to mark rivets he had checked. The builders, whose rivets J. J. Kilroy was counting, were paid depending on the number of rivets they put in. A riveter would make a chalk mark at the end of his or her shift to show where they had left off and the next riveter had started. Unscrupulous riveters discovered that, if they started work before the inspector arrived, they could receive extra pay by erasing the previous worker’s chalk mark and chalking a mark farther back on the same seam, giving themselves credit for some of the previous riveter’s work. J.J. Kilroy stopped this practice by writing “Kilroy was here” at the site of each chalk mark. At the time, ships were being sent out before they had been painted, so when sealed areas were opened for maintenance, soldiers found an unexplained name scrawled.

And:

Flat Fact : Monkey Wrench: n.

1. A hand tool with adjustable jaws for turning nuts of varying sizes.
2. Informal. Something that disrupts: He threw a monkey wrench into our plans.

[Origin unknown.]

Social Comment : The word “Fuck” is seriously frowned upon in speech in Blue Mars, not so much in Second Life. This is a little odd to my way of thinking : Scarface, Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs to mention extreme cases use the vernacular. In modern times the F Word is normal. I posted a poem called “The Day The Word Fuck Disappeared” which may be googled.

Technology : Here we see a blend of the futuristic with a real concept on the drawing boards. Dude has placed himself at the front end. However incorporated is the popular TV series Star Trek and the glorious Hitch Hikers Guide To The Galaxy (The Infinite Improbability Drive) which in my view has had an impact on the way technology is moving on. Scotty picks up a mouse and speaks into it for “nostalgic” reasons. This was mooted in an episode where the team was transported back to the late 20th Century. Scotty was told he could use the computer. He immediately addressed it in speech. The 20th century person said” Use the mouse” Scott picks up the mouse and thinks its a microphone!!! Glorious comedy but indicating how the old is just a myth. With the advent of Touch Screens and Voice control the mouse will be an anachronism. The “monkey wrench” is both figurative and literal

Bitchy, too loved to throw monkey wrenches into the system. Her first video a late teens scenario for her sees her playing the whore and dancing to her favourite rock band, The Chemical Brothers:

Social Comment: This video and related post was removed from the Blue Mars Forum. It was deemed pornographic and / or encouraging prostitution; using sex for blackmail purposes and impersonating an avatar Reality employee. The forum post is on one of my blogs:

Technology : The use of a dual screen being captured. Many people run their applications full screen. I have a 21 inch wide-screen HD monitor. Running multiple windows and capturing multiple windows is not a problem.

She was a Feminist and had a love / hate relationship with men, prissy ungenuine women pissed her off and she was not enamoured of hbs (Human Beings). Once in Welcome Area a male avatar was chatting to a very nice, intelligent attractive female avatar, having an intelligent conversation.. Bitchy turned up in her French Maids outfit, the male avatar dumped the “nice” lady and started chasing Bitchy. She flirted, acted cute, giggled and then kicked him in the balls. Bitchy and the “nice” lady avatar would have done a high five but they don’t have that animation. Yet. She could be thought of as a Bitch by either gender, at times. She starred in this vid with some gfs.A Letter from God for all the hbs and Jimi’s Red House to typify the males bottom line attitude to women:

Social : Girls chatting Vs boss is mentioned. A male avatar gets a little frisky.

Technology: This is really important.I have used the screen capture facility in Microsoft Word 2010 to out line and capture any on-screen area. This can be formatted in Word and then pasted into such a program as Microsoft Expression Design. Multiple captures can be done as can be seen on the very first picture. I did a multiple capture, arranged the captures in a line in another word document, captured the word formatted word document into the first word document copied the capture into Expression and saved it as a png file. Sometimes, when I want a particular effect I capture in word, format in expression, capture the expression picture in word and re paste into expression. This takes about 5 minutes. Here is an example :

In word you can create a reflection. When this is pasted into Expression and then exported as a png file the reflection is transparent. This can then be pasted on top of another image preserving the reflection as being transparent.

As this shows see also the final picture:

…..THE QUANTUM LEAP occurred in ARAF in Blue Mars, I made this video and it begins with me singing to Bitchy, then in a serendipitous moment Bitchy was singing to me. Mad?  :

Technology : Notice how in Blue Mars the eye of the Avatar follows the mouse. I little point but I believe a very effective camera technique : Before Bitchy climbs the first slope she glances at us the looks to see where she wants to go.

Yes, I am. Diagnosed Manic-Depressive. I have had chats with friends in Blue Mars. I am not the only one. Neither am I the only one whose Avatars have a “life” of their own. A persona (Greek : Mask). Nor am I the only person whose Avatar’s actions spill over into the real world. Below is an animation of the pages. The length of time for each image is long to facillitate reading. You may need to use your browsers zoom features.

The book needs updating, to account for Blue Mars. Here Is The Preview:

http://www.lulu.com/viewer/embed/EmbeddablePreviewer.swf?version=20101019131253

Blue Mars has moved the goalposts Jeff, virtual and real are getting very blurry.

Technology : This is a micon, it is an animated gif. Micons.org explains. Note Well the use of Sticky Notes in my videos

Philip Finlay-Bryan

Special thanks to BBC 6music who get up totally relevant music from 4 am to 10 am, how long it took to write this post:

Epilogue

When Bitchy got home after dancing she checked her mail and checked the Blue Mars Blog. Horatio Au a second life blogger who was a bit of an idiot had done a piece. He had done a piece on Micons which was good, he seemed a bit in awe of Micons Paraconsistency, not a bad thing, but he was so second life.   O! Halloween! Bitchy already had her outfit sorted:

And Jasmine an employee of Avatar Reality had made a vid! That MUST be watched in HD. He is such a jerk! oooOOOooo Jasmines made a vid Jasmines made a vid! oooOOOoo Mars Shaking Event. View in HD! O_O HD JAS! Omg it was a wmv! Dont these guys know anything about video formats? WMVs are huge! Jasmine was Ok but a bit girlie… Right! Bitchy thought.. Ill make a Video! Hah! I’ll show that Manblog and AR and silly Jasmine whose vid is far too dark and really quite boring!  OK Ike Ma Sho!

The Last Words: Micons Paraconsistency is coming…. Please Note I unashamedly advertise my web sites at every opportunity. I call this Marketing. If you cannot remember one of my sites. I have failed. Sex Sells Stuff.

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It all began in June 2009, there was an upgrade, It ended in December 2009
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Bye

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The Story of My Life and welcome to it.
Flat Fact: Have to share this. Its about skiing. I haven’t been skiing for ages. I was 21 my girlfriend was 20, Hiya Jill Billard, still luvya. We were engaged and had been saving, in our bottom draw. I said to Jill, “I know, lets go skiing with our bottom drawer money!”. It took a while. But I talked her round. The idea of 10 days in a beautiful hotel, in the snow, the mountains, a double room, A DOUBLE BED…well she couldn’t say no. It cost a fortune, we bought all our own gear, only hired boots and skis.

We went to five travel agents, not one would give us a double room. we weren’t married you see. Well long story short, we lied. We flew off to Westendorf via Innsbruck. Wow, Wow and Wow. It was so beautiful, it was dark but everything was white. OMG. Our hotel was a dream, our double room was lovely, OUR DOUBLE BED promised heaven covered with giant fluffy clouds. (I later learned that they were called Duvets, but imagine your duvet on your bed, triple it in thickness with goose feathers, I called em clouds). We cuddled, we fooled around a bit, we slept.

The next day. I got up.The sun was rising. I was 20, never seen mountains before, I realised I’d never seen snow before either not sure I’d seen a blue sky before either. I walked out on to the Balcony. “Wow its full of Christmas trees and huge, giant touching-the-sky pointy rocks, my nose hairs are freezing” That’s what I remember. Shook Jill awake. Took a shower. Got dressed and looked in the mirror. “Oh, so this is what looking “cool” means” and my mothers hand-knitted, pure white with different browns circling the neck , one-of-a-kind, fair isle sweater suggested “supa cool”.

long story short: Have you been skiing? No? Go, before you die, once you have been you will be able to ride a motor cycle and turn it without moving the handlebars. You will be wearing your sunglasses, you always have a pair.

After 3 days, Jill is struggling…”But Phil we have another 4 days of nursery school….we’ve paid for all the lessons…” …”Fuck that, I’m going to the top of the mountain.” ooo ow shit jesus help christ no-way stupid chair lift omg its so beautiful nobody-saw-me-skiing-so… I drink hot chocolate with all my skiiing buddies looking pretty damn fine in the lodge high up in the mountains. The sun blazes, the sky is deep blue “and we are wearing sunglasses” Check the schedule. What time is the first lift? What time does it get dark?

Day 6. “Hey Jill, there is a sleigh ride tonight and its a full moon, lets go.” “Won’t you be too tired? All you do is ski and sleep” We went. Now you know why I like running in Grid Rock when the moons are high in the sky. It’s Mono Chrome. Like under a full moon, high up in the mountains of Austria with 10 foot snowdrifts. Some people were skiing. They were wearing sunglasses, polaroids. O btw I discovered what sparkling was, and added “glistening” to my vocabulary.

The blue run was a disaster. Nearly killed myself, thank god halfway to the nearest village (it wasn’t mine) I found a road. It was dark. I took off my sunglasses.

LTS : We made love once. We broke up three months later. My favourite windows 7 theme is the Ducatti . I am not wearing my sunglasses because its 9.10 am GMT I am in my pyjamas at home, …….aahhh…. I’ll get them….

Nostalgia

….and I’m wearing sunglasses… John Belushi Born :January 24, 1949 ~ [he was two months and two days older than me] Died: March 5, 1982 RIP

Flat Fact : On March 5, 1982, John Belushi was found dead in his hotel room at the age of 33. The local coroner gave the cause of death as a lethal injection of cocaine and heroin. Several years later, John’s drug dealing/drug user companion during his final weeks, Cathy Smith, was tried and sentenced to three years in prison for supplying John with the drugs. Close friend James Taylor sang “That Lonesome Road” at a memorial service at Martha’s Vineyard cemetery where John was buried.

One of his children invented silver iodide. Silver iodide can make it snow.

“A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”

Kurt Vonnegut called mirrors “Leaks”. Where he came from if you were going ” to take a leak ” It meant you were going to steal a mirror. Kurt Vonnegut wore Mirrored Sunglasses.

Philip James Bryan

aka Philip Finlay-Bryan, aka pjfbncyl, aka Dude Starship,

The Bog of Allen, Sunday 27th December 2009

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It Was Christmas Eve babe

It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me: won’t see another one
And then they sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away and dreamed about you

Flat Fact: Kirsty Anna MacColl (10 October 1959 – 18 December 2000) was an English singer-songwriter.

MacColl scored several pop hits from the early 1980s to the early 1990s. During this era, she often sang on recordings produced by her husband Steve Lillywhite, notably those of The Smiths and the song “Fairytale of New York” by Pogues.

MacColl was killed in a controversial boating incident in Mexico.

Still Love You Kirsty, You left a legacy…..

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I´ve got a feeling
This year´s for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
Where all our dreams come true.

They got cars big as bars
They got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It´s no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold christmas eve
You promised me broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome you were pretty
Queen of new york city when the band finished playing they yelled out for more
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night.

And the boys from the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for christmas day.

You´re a bum you´re a punk
You´re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse I pray god it´s our last.

And the boys of the NYPD choir’s still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day.

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can´t make it out alone
I´ve built my dreams around you

And the boys of the NYPD choir’s still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For christmas day.

To byl předvečer vánoční babe s opilá nádrž starý muž řekl mi: neuvidí jiný a pak jim zpívali píseň the vzácné staré horské Rosa I zapnuta můj obličej pryč a snili o vás máte o některou ze štěstí Came v 18 na jedno I´ve dostal pocit tohoto year´s pro mě a budete tak Šťastné a veselé vánoční miluji baby vidím lepší čas, kde všechny naše sny přicházejí PRAVDA. Jejich dostal automobilů velký jako pruhy, kterým získali řek zlata, ale větru přechází právo prostřednictvím vám It´s místo u starého při první následovala mé ruky na studené předvečer vánoční, vám slíbil mi broadway bylo čekání pro mě jste byly hezký jste byli krásná královna nový york města po dokončení kapela hraje jim yelled další Sinatra byl Kyvné všechny drunks, které jim byly zpěvu jsme zalité na rohu pak tančila přes noc. A chlapci z sbor NYPD byly zpívající Galway Bay A zvony byly vyzváněcí vánoční den. You´re zadek you´re punk You´re staré šlapky na nevyžádané ležení zde téměř mrtvé odkapávací v tomto lůžko je scumbag jste maggot je levný bídné faggot Happy vánoční váš zadek I naše poslední modlit boha it´s. A kluci NYPD sbor zpívající stále Galway Bay A zvony byly vyzvánění pro vánoční den. Mohl jsem byl někdo dobře tak, aby mohl každý, kdo vám trvalo mé sny ze mě když jste uložili je se mnou babe umístíte prvních nalezených jim s vlastní Can´t dělají mimo samotné I´ve postaven mé sny kolem vás a kluci z sbor NYPD’s stále zpívající Galway Bay A zvony jsou vyzvánění pro vánoční den.

christmas イブ ベーブ、老人が私に言った酔っぱらって戦車であった: もうひとつ見当たりません And 彼らは歌を珍しい古い山は私の顔を離れたまわってきたものにエイティーン I´ve でこの私と、そんな楽しい christmas は year´s 私たちの夢が実現 Where ほうが時間を確認できます赤ん坊大好きな感じだが、幸運なもので、「夢露歌った。 それら川の金をもらったバーとして大きな車をもらったが、風が右に行くところ、私 broadway 私には、待っていたを約束の冷たい christmas 前夜に手を最初にかかった場合、古いはハンサムないたは、It´s NEW YORK バンド彼らについて・ シナトラ We Then を通じて夜をまって、角にキスを歌っていた酔っ払いをすべてゆらぎいた yelled の再生が完了すると都市の美しい女王をしました。 少年 NYPD 聖歌隊席からゴールウェイ湾を歌っていたし、鐘が christmas 日は鳴りいた。 You´re、浮浪者 you´re、パンク、古い男の子がほとんど死んで、点滴でそのベッド、scumbag で、maggot、安い悪いファゴット Happy christmas 私は最後神 it´s を祈り、arse 係り迷惑メールで You´re。 少年たちの NYPD 聖歌隊席のまだゴールウェイ湾を鐘が christmas 日は鳴りされたとした And 歌います。 私が Well 人がそうはまず、私が私と私を置いてベーブつづけたが見つかった場合、私の夢からかかったすべてのユーザーが自分の Can´t で、私の夢、回避を構築するだけで I´ve をするし、少年の NYPD 聖歌隊席のまだ歌ってゴールウェイ湾を鐘が christmas 日の鳴っているとしたとします。

Caledonia Blue Mars

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling
‘Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
‘Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an “Ave” there for me.
And I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
For ye shall bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

Http://CaledoniaBlueMars.com

A Voice From The Past, An Excellent Tutorial

CryTek used to make war. They made peace with Blue Mars. Watch Out For : Ynys Wydryn

Dude Starship Woz ‘Ere

Dude Starship sat quietly ruminating in the space port coffee shop. “The bars won’t be open for another few hours” he ruminated. His Starship was being re-fuelled with new ion-rods in The Soldering Iron workshop. His iPhone was ….somewhere, his Nokia wouldn’t upgrade, his Lap Top was getting Ubuntu installed. “Ho Hum” he sighed. He could “Read-A-Book” whatever that was. Nope, boredom set in. The other virtual worlds held little attraction these days.
“Hey Vanethica, Put on my song ok?” “Sure Dude, but put the mop down ok? You can hear it in the side bar”

Starship Trooper started up

They were good but they were not Blue Mars. He finished the dregs of his coffee, grimaced, stood up and , eschewing the teleport he strolled towards The Soldering Iron. Scotty would be there, Scotty was always there. “If he says “She Canna Take it Jim” I’ll beam him up. Jim?….Jean-Luc would turn in his grave.” The Condo door they had recently installed whooshed at him. Dude smiled “Gotta love that door” he smiled. “Best thing I ever stole from Blue Mars. ”

  • “Hey Scotty! “How’s the Starship? Got those rods installed yet?”
  • Scotty, paunch wobbling, looked up from the console ” She canna take…..” Dude threw a monkey wrench at him. Dude was always throwing monkey wrenches somewhere….. “Hey Dude” Scotty smiled ” looking good, still taking Forever Young meds?”
  • “Where’s my fucking ship Scott?”
  • “Hey, language! A dudette might hear and you know how sensitive THEY are, especially that 176432 etc chick. Its nearly ready. Hey I found this early vid of your ship watch that while I finish off” Scotty turned back to the console and spoke into the pretend mouse he kept for nostalgic reasons “Computa : Play Archive YouTube ref : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqShHy1eiLE

They watched the vid in awe. “Wow man, that was so long ago…………..”

The Soldering Iron shuddered and Dude’s Starship appeared in the launch pad. He patted the sleek Blue Metal hull. “How’s my Girl”

“Ready Dude, Ike ma sho!” The cute Japanese voice never failed to delight him. He keyed the lock and was inside the command module. It looked new, not a MacDonalds wrapper in sight. “Ok kid Ike Ma Sho! ” “Straight To Blue Mars? Shall I use Full Power?”
Dude looked around, wow this was some ship, Not even Beeblebrox’s Heart of Gold was a ship like this. “Ok Hun. Make It So!”
Space bent. And there was a great shudder through the length of the ship. Dude scanned the pexiglass. he looked at the sign hanging in space. “WTF?”

WTF?

Flat Fact : Kilroy Was Here : One of the first sightings was at a Grainger Branch in Baltimore where it was rumored to have been drawn by kilroy himself. False accusations suggest One theory identifies James J. Kilroy (1902–1962)[2], an American shipyard inspector, as the man behind the signature. During World War II he worked at the Fore River Shipyard in Quincy, Massachusetts, where he claimed to have used the phrase to mark rivets he had checked. The builders, whose rivets J. J. Kilroy was counting, were paid depending on the number of rivets they put in. A riveter would make a chalk mark at the end of his or her shift to show where they had left off and the next riveter had started. Unscrupulous riveters discovered that, if they started work before the inspector arrived, they could receive extra pay by erasing the previous worker’s chalk mark and chalking a mark farther back on the same seam, giving themselves credit for some of the previous riveter’s work. J.J. Kilroy stopped this practice by writing “Kilroy was here” at the site of each chalk mark. At the time, ships were being sent out before they had been painted, so when sealed areas were opened for maintenance, soldiers found an unexplained name scrawled.

And:

Flat Fact : Monkey Wrench: n.

1. A hand tool with adjustable jaws for turning nuts of varying sizes.
2. Informal. Something that disrupts: He threw a monkey wrench into our plans.

[Origin unknown.]

FYI:

Flat Fact: Infinite Improbability Drive

The Infinite Improbability Drive is a fictional faster-than-light drive. The most prominent usage of the drive is in the starship Heart of Gold. It is based on a particular perception of quantum theory: a subatomic particle is most likely to be in a particular place, such as near the nucleus of an atom, but there is also a small probability of it being found very far from its point of origin (for example close to a distant star). Thus, a body could travel from place to place without passing through the intervening space (or hyperspace, for that matter), if you had sufficient control of probability.[1]

The Heart of Gold was the prototype ship for infinitely improbable travel. The principle is that as its drive reaches infinite improbability, the ship passes simultaneously through every conceivable and inconceivable point in every conceivable and inconceivable universe (in other words, when one activates the Infinite Improbability Drive, the ship is literally everywhere at once). It is then possible to decide at which point you actually want to be when improbability levels decrease.

GOTTA NEW BLOG. ITS SOOO PRETTY & KOOL ITS CALLED : No Magic Necessary. Oh Free WordPress blogs are ok but u gotta go pro for da impact

Blue Mars Blog Links

OK EVERYONE: I AM MAKING A DIRECTORY OF TWITTER NAMES LIKE @pjfbncyl @whyroc @bluemarsonline @vanethica @onlydragons (?) please leave yours in a comment. Yes I know I am daft but the links work don’t they? Well except one…..I Wonder why? lol……@4throck
Real Flying , Wel Virtu..Well Re well…is here
PLEASE CALEDONIA MARS CONTACT ME re: http://CaledoniaMars.com

AlphaKlata’s blog http://alphaklata-marsdev.blogspot.com/
Blue News http://blue-news.com/
Caledonia in Blue Mars http://sites.google.com/site/caledoniamars/ (City!) This is too important to let someone else get so I am holding the dot com in trust.
Dudestarship’s blog https://bluemarsonline.wordpress.com/
GridRock City http://gridrock.com/ (City!)
Lizzie Lexington http://lizzielexingtoninbluemars.wordpress.com/
Martian Mouthpiece http://bluemartians.ning.com/
Metavercity fan site http://www.metavercity.net/
Rock’s blog http://rock4throck-vacirca.blogspot.com/ you are so funny Dude. Ficus Two Planks rotfchuklingmao cause of da hemmeroids

Remember HE was the one talking to a bush!

Rock’s fan site http://life-on-mars.proboards.com/ Save As You Go Be Patient
Rock’s FAQ http://4th-rock.blogspot.com/ OI! He’s in Twice so:
Dude Starship Dude Starship Dude Starship
Shiny Iceberg http://www.virtualmagazine.cz/kategorie/153 (Czech)
Tertius Prime http://tertiusprime.ning.com/ (future City!)
Wild West Games http://blue-news.com/showcase-wild-west-games/ (future City!)

VSE http://marsdevcorp.com/ (creators of New Venice City!) Under Construction o like the most amazing site on Blue Mars and what do they call it ” Under Construction” Why? Because when you fly thro waterfalls your camera gets  wet.Real Flying , Wel Virtu..Well Re well…is here

SECOND LIFERS VISIT http://SLOB-M.com

Flickr Groups
Official Blue Mars group
ohttp://www.flickr.com/photos/bluemarsonline/ If I am not in it I am taking this link down

Flickr Fan Groups
http://www.flickr.com/groups/blue_mars/
http://www.flickr.com/groups/bluemars/
Got These Flickr Lickr Links Mixed up now

How did he get in?

http://www.flickr.com/groups/1238508@N23/ Catchy Name …need a vowel?

Who me? You Merchant Banker!

http://www.flickr.com/groups/blue_mars_video/
http://www.flickr.com/groups/1180650@N25/ see the one above and do the math. Do I have to do everything?

Phew, Dear Readers, If You missed anything Please Google pjfbncyl you will find a few extra links

Of Course THE BEST BLOG IS AT :

BlueMars dot

DudeStarship dot

com

But its really difficult to remember

What’s a tautology?

Just Included this because its important

Blue Mars dot com

Just Download it NOW!
I Am So Proud Of Blue Mars
我是那么骄傲的蓝火星
Soy tan orgulloso de Marte azul
I am tak hrdý Blue Marsu
شعر بالفخر حتى المريخ الأزرق
Я вот гордостью голубой Марса
Je suis donc fier de Blue Mars
Sono così orgoglioso di Marte Blue

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