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Saturday, February 24, 2024
Realization
Saturday, February 17, 2024
What Does «Written In Stone» Mean?
Everyone can make copies, backups of their phone, laptop, tablet, books, music, anything, but the thing about that is we can only access that data for as long as we have the methods to read the data. Sure, I still have some (several) 5¼” floppies, but without a 5¼” drive, I can’t access the data. That’s nothing to say of the fact that, unless they’re read from a compatible system, I’d simply get an «Unformatted Disk» error, or possibly the raw data, though it would certainly be scrambled and, likely, unreadable to humans. Sure, the data is there, but we can’t unlock it. The notion we have of preservation, I believe, is a somewhat inaccurate one, based entirely on the assumption that whatever we archive can always be retrieved, but that's not always the case. Linear-A, Hurrian Hymn №6, even the supposed VGA copy of the Windows 3.0 PC World Test Drive… so far, they’re lost to history. We don’t know how to read Linear-A, we don’t know the notation that Hurrian Hymn № 6 was written in or the frequency the notes and instruments were tuned to, and I have yet to see a copy of that software (believe me, I go down many a rabbit hole in my search for old software). Data retrieval and archival is much more complex than, say, making an extra copy of a piece of sheet music. Yes, it’s archived for the short-term, but things change over time. We do have the internet, nowadays, which helps with preservation (though modern technology is also a double-edged sword, primarily when DRM and copy protection become involved), but that’s only been existent since… if you wanna stretch it, ARPANET in the ‘60s.
True preservation, I believe, not only encompasses preserving the source, but making copies to adapt and be readable as time progresses as well, including making the data publicly available. For instance, if I were to make a language for a character to speak in (assume the character is an alien), and something happens to me, well… good luck getting any of the passwords to my computers, and I don’t generally put very much into the stories about such projects (with few exception), so that would likely become lost to time. On the other hand, if it were publicly available and had copies made continually over time that adapted to society and technology, we’d always have that data, as well as providing a gateway to learn or recreate the source materials, technology, or languages that would, otherwise, be lost.
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Saturday, February 10, 2024
The Craziest Idea That I Feel Like I’ve EVER Had.
It’s not really something that would be open-facing to the internet, just something here on my home network that I can screw around with from time to time, although if it ever does get open to the rest of the World Wide Web, then I may decide to post a link here. Again, don’t know when (or even if) it’ll happen, but fingers crossed. As for my ability to go for thirty seconds without mentally checking out right now? Eh, the jury’s still out on that issue. Right now, I’m giving myself a bit of a break from anything that I really have to think about… probably another reason for me to be glad that most of what these blog posts are is just me letting my thoughts ramble away into the computer. Seriously, though, I’ve gotten over the hump of The Golden Record, and the section that I’m at right now is a few “Slice-of-Life” chapters, something that’s hard for me to write on a good day, but it's still coming along. I also haven’t forgotten about Aleks meets Inga, but, while I’m quite a bit jumbled, I do, thankfully, have some downtime and some quiet where I can start do get some cleaning here done, so it’s possible that I could just have words flying onto the page when I get back to it.
Sorry about the shorter post, but like I said, last Saturday, I had so much happen that I was literally drained for a couple of days in a very short span of time. I should be back up to full capacity by next week, though. Until then, I’ll see you around!
Saturday, February 3, 2024
What If?
Do Roy, Moss, and Jen exist? Yes, but only within a painfully-funny British comedy. Does the insufferable duo exist? Yes, but only within the writing pieces I have on my computer and DoK. Do Steve & Alex exist? Yes, but only within the game of Minecraft. I could go on, but I believe this illustrates my point.
The next step is to ask «What if?».
I wanna cut to the chase now, and explain what prompted this particular «What If?», and that’s a story that I started writing, thanks to Writer’s Block on The Golden Record (more specifically, a scene where there’s very little going on in it, leading my thoughts to be jumbled like crazy), and the premise of it is that my other Aleksey (Penelope Turner, aka Tan Pingning, still not released to the public yet!!) not only doesn’t get enough of my attention, I feel, but also because I wanted to see how she’d do in a violent vampire story. Basically, what happens is that another universe’s version of Penelope, after being turned into a vampire, is sent into Penelope’s universe, and her original goal, after finding out that both universes have similar versions of the same people, is to kill and replace Penelope, though that changes with the death of a nurse in the hospital later on when the doppelganger realizes just how similar they are, so she adopts the pseudonym Si Syueguei and lives as Penelope’s sister (making for a dangerous duo, in all honesty).
Cliché? Yeah.
Deranged? Probably.
The point is that, by definition, the act of creating fiction is at least analogous to proving that different universes exist. I’m not gonna lie, I spend so much time pondering what might be going on in a parallel universe that it might’ve caused some of the scatterbrain issues I have, but that’s a good thing, because it can open up a debate for, if nothing else, a model of how such a principle might somehow exist. Being completely honest here, I’ll admit that, actually, it’s pretty neat to know that, in a reality that’s parallel to our own, aliens might have visited Earth in 1995 or that humans and beastmen might coexist together, or even in some far-off reality, a loner falls for a cute vampire girl, marries her, gets turned, defeat an evil vampire king, and rule over that land as king and queen together for eons.
Limitless possibilities means without limit, and if it’s true from a scientific standpoint how we can interact with it, that can also bring about the question «If every possibility exists, each within its own realm of reality, does that mean our fiction is… nonfiction?» As I sit here, typing this and wondering if I’m coming off as deranged, it never leaves me, the idea that it’s good to ask these questions, to go down these rabbit holes, to explore these trains of thought. Of course, they’re not the most logical… you’ll never see a horse person with bat wings come about naturally (and some experiment in a lab doesn’t count! No cheating!) in what we know, but what if what we know is just a limited scope? What if it’s all proven wrong at some point and we do see a bat girl with ice-blue hair speaking Mandarin, Japanese, and Korean while hacking from a computer the same age as both of the vehicles I own (‘97 and ‘96… the first was given to me by my late grandfather and the second is a cheap worktruck that I tinker with on good days.)? Does that mean that we’ll have to start from the ground up and throw everything away? Not likely, but it is something to keep in mind as a thought experiment, if nothing else.
With that, I wish you all a good day.
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Link To My Books On Kobo The text on this page isn't important, just the link above this line. Reading it, however, might open you to a ...
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My Kobo Bookstore Okay, so I want to start by saying that I’m shocked I was able to make the trip, primarily because of everything that hap...
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My Kobo Bookstore Okay, so I feel like Reagan Ridley right about now, seeing as how I’m already on my umpteenth cup of coffee (I’d go for th...