Constant Box Theory.

We have Laws and constants in the universe that we accept. Humans sit around and try to figure them out, describe theories that later when well established become Laws to help us better understand and have a universal language about everything. It’s our science. But what about those weird things that we don’t put as much effort into? Did you know that someone actually was granted a PHD on the subject of why cookies crumble? This is important apparently–especially if you’re the cookie maker and you want less crumbles so that your cookies arrive at someone’s home intact. It means more business, so more money. And we all know money is the true driving factor of everything (or at least, profit). But again, what about the phenomenon that we experience but we have no clue why they exist? Weird things. Things that could be put to work in some way. Surely, if something is a constant, then we can use that to produce work. Right? That’s how machines work. That’s how science works. If we discover a constant then we can use that constant in some way to make work. Surely we can make some form of basic input-output system or engine of some kind.

So, I propose this universal constant: “Cats will always get into boxes.”

time(Cat + Box)=continuousWork

This must be useful in some way. Surely we can also get our PHD in something so extremely important here. I for one think that this is fascinating and absolutely vital information that we should know and spread to the world. We all already know this. Just like we all already know simple things and accept simple things like how every fart is stinky and things that go up, but don’t leave the atmosphere, inevitably come back down thanks to Gravity. Cats always get into boxes. This must be useful.

If a cat always gets into a box, and the box had some kind of mechanism in it to produce energy in the form of kinetically produced electricity or physical pump (pressure) energy, then all we need is something to produce work and we would have an engine. Examples would be if the box was elevated slightly and when pressed (producing pressure) it produced physical work elsewhere through a gear system, or it produced kinetic energy which resulted in electricity, like a turbine. A very simple engine concept. We just need a fuel source. And that source is the constant that we know to be Cats in Boxes.  We could easily generate a cat farm with thousands of boxes placed on pistons that depress under pressure. We simply then cycle the cats, or have them move, by having scheduled feeding times. The cats would leave the box, feed, then return to the box–because they do it constantly. This action would produce work. This work results in energy. And we have a hybrid bio-mechanical engine that would benefit everyone. The cats get fed and get their boxes that they so desire. And we get energy that we can use for other means, like electricity, which we can use to heat up our coffee makers.

Preliminary Trial, Constant Box Theory.

This phenomenon will surely be put to good use once I patent this technology. It could power small villages in countries without the means to produce energy by destructive measure (like coal, nuclear and hydro). It will even work in colder climates since cats already come with fur lined insulation. Plus, we know for fact that cats eat anything that moves and we know that insects and amphibians reproduce in phenomenal batches and with phenomenal speed. We could easily produce an atrium of food chain effect with them and the cats. Releasing the food to move the cats, then the cats would return to the boxes, to produce the work needed to fuel the engine to produce energy. If this engine was to be put to use in various tropical places, the cats could also eat coffee beans and excrete them to,  as a secondary product of the machine, produce the world’s most tastiest coffee. Straight from the cats’ colon. Think of the wealth potential. I’m looking for investors.

If Looks Could Kill.

People have long spun stories of prophesying and prediction of the future. We’ve just always had this inward wish that we were psychic and that we could manipulate the world and know things with nothing more than the will of our minds. It’s the basis for some religions, even popular ones matter of fact, since the information that was granted to the prophet came to him or her via telepathy by our vocabulary or through a vision that no one else could see. It’s also the basis for tons and tons of fantasy and science fiction stories that we all love. And of course, it’s the basis for some sub-cultures who believe they actually are psychic and perform rituals and make predictions and all kinds of stuff based on the idea of it. We are so hell bent on one day being psychic that we have it plaguing all of our history in nearly all of our cultures in one way or another. From the simple visionary to the prophet, or from the healer to the zombie master. We love the idea of expanded powers of the mind.

Charles, get out of my head! I'm the Juggernaught!

But it can never happen.

People are simple creatures. We lust. We war. In between, for brief moments, we make love and are peaceful. But once that’s finished, it’s back to lust and war. We want everything, so we war to get it basically. Once we have it, we’re peaceful for a moment. But our biology tells us that there is more to look for that is better, so keep lusting after everything you don’t have. And for those that have everything, they don’t have things that they cannot take, like love. So they lust for that. War for that. It’s pathetic. All our technological and academic might and we’re still to this day a bunch of heathens chasing sex, money and power. Even those who think they’re not doing anything of the sort and live good moral lives and go to church every Sunday are subject to this innate humanity that we’re built upon. The purest of the pure have thoughts. And if thoughts could kill it would only take a moment, an immeasurable moment, of weakness to slip up and slaughter everyone if you were telepathically inclined to do so. And this is why it can never happen.

We can never truly become a psychic race. We would implode. We’re too carnal. Too warlike. The moment someone truly telepathic comes along, we’re done for. Or at least a bunch of people are done for, and then that poor telepathic soul is done for as they get mobbed or cut into pieces and studied. Think someone telepathic could hide from everyone? They can’t. It’s pretty much impossible for a human being to not have a small amount of thought, even if it’s only in their dreams or in their subconsciousness where they don’t even know what they’re thinking, that could be a killing thought for someone who was telepathic. Assuming a telepath had control over the ability, absolute control, is hideously naive. We cannot even control our emotions. Even the most stead-fast cannot control everything 100% of the time through out their entire life. And for a telepath, they’d have to do just that their entire life or they could blip out every one around them. What happens when a telepath gets spit in the face? That reptilian side of their brain, deep down, says to fight. And that immeasurable moment is all it would take for a telepath to basically ruin someone’s life. So it cannot happen. And even if a telepath were to emerge, they would either kill themselves wishing they were normal at a young age, or they would end up under the scopes of a private high salary physician group or under a war lord’s command. Evolution will keep psychic people from ever being more than a story. They’ll kill themselves off, or kill all of us, or a mix of the two. We simply won’t be psychic for very long. So it simply cannot happen, nor will happen, unless we literally are to cease to exist or to simultaneously all transcend to something else. And we all know that’s just completely bogus. Unless you believe in that sort of thing. Which… well, most of the world does. Kind of like going to heaven. Or not existing. Which one is more pleasing to think about for an ego-centric human? I mean, we can’t help it after all. Even the most moral of us are only so staunchly moral because they’re thinking about themselves and can’t lose face to suddenly not be moral for a moment. It’s all ego. And if you add telepathy to that, it’s a death sentence to all.

A telepathic emo dinosaur killed them all, while crying.

Maybe that’s what happened to Dinosaurs. One of them became psychic. And that was that. Now, we burn their remains to fuel our automobiles while we drink our coffee.

We’re all Doomed.

We seem to be so preoccupied with the why’s of life because we don’t know them. No one knows our beginning. No one knows our past really. And I mean our real past, not just our conceived notion of a past–respecting that some people don’t believe we had a past before Adam & Eve mind you (and that being only a few thousand years old in their minds). But we just have this phenomenal need to know why we are here and what is waiting for us. It’s like we want to be special so badly that we will ignore everything around us and bind ourselves to a thought of importance. We build monuments to our will to exist and be important beyond our pathetic little lives–just look at the pyramids for example. It’s awesome and pathetic at the same time. We’ve been writing about it and creating religions about it since our known history records. It has to all mean something, right?

Well, what if it didn’t?

There are those people who believe that too. They believe in not believing anything. Atheism, as hard as it tries to not believe in something, believes in itself still. Again, simply showing that even an intellectual group still thinks of them selves so importantly that they should have a name (for others to know), a set of doctrines (that they’re willing to cite for you, why you’re beliefs are incorrect and founded on myth) and that they matter. So it’s just the same as any other religion when you stop looking at the technicality of it and get to the meat and potatoes. It’s a belief system, even if the system is based on not believing. It’s still all about believing that one’s self is so important that this question demands so much attention that even one who doesn’t believe in anything at all still must declare some kind of quest by even calling themselves an Atheist or equivalent. There’s no difference if you believe in something or not. The question is important here. And they both ask it. Why are we what we are and why are we here and when did it happen and who started it and where is it going, etc, etc, etc. Some answer these questions with their own stories. Others answer it with historical data to counter those stories, making their own little stories–which are just mirror images of the stories they seek to revoke validity from. Neither of them are doing anything different than the other. It’s the classic tale of belief systems at war. All centered around us being so important that we will wage war and kill everything around us to prove that we’re right that we matter more than something else. So really, there’s not really anyone who doesn’t believe that any of this matters. Not even the so called Atheists (they wouldn’t even have a religion if it were not for other religions, how sad is that?).

And all these groups are bickering over who’s right, except the Doomsday people. And specifically, the astronomer and astrophysicist Doomsday people.

Space Dust Collision: Doom

They pretty much have it nailed that we are absolutely doomed and we’re done for before we even begin. And they have proof. They can give you a wild tale about how we became, but you have to give it some belief for it to make sense (after all, where did all this matter come from and why would the big bang even go bang if it was all nothing and nothing started it?).  But they can tell you and predict very accurately just how it’s all going to end. They have it down to a science.

These guys are watching through satellites, all around the heavens. They’re sending probes in every direction to just record data to give us information to form new questions to seek answers to. It’s the ultimate boredom. They see things destroyed daily. They see solar systems crashing into one another. And they see where we are headed. Based on all the stars around us, the solar system, the galaxy, the surrounding galaxies, and how they’re just whisking around the universe, they have pretty much calculated several different points in time where our galaxy is going to get close to another one and it’s going to be a cataclysmic event. The stars will collide. And we cannot survive it. And to make this Doomsday message worse, it doesn’t matter because our Sun is going to fail before that even and we’ll all die without the radiation to keep us from turning into space-cold, it’s gravity will change and we’ll lose orbit and just be space dust again to be sucked into another star that is eagerly eating up matter to form itself. Either a big asteroid is going to slam into us and do us in. Or our sun is going to burn out (or explode). Or we will eventually collide with another solar system as two galaxies merge. Something really bad is going to happen and we simply will not survive it. We are simply doomed.

But, we have a savior.

You had to realize this was all about realizing that even a Doomsday believer had an out. We can build space ships that leave this solar system. We can leave the galaxy. We can create things and live in space in crafts. We can change planets so that we can jump from star to star. Surely we can make this happen. We’re such a young species right? If it’s another couple of billion years before a truly serious problem happens, planet-wise, we are surely not waiting around for it. Look at our space station. Look at the Mars missions. Look at the ridiculous amount of research going into teraforming other planets. If this galaxy is going under, by God, we’re going to another one. That’s the human spirit. Even if we’re doomed, which we are, we can still escape this doom because we can just move from one planet to another, from one galaxy to another, and maybe from one universe to another as we figure these things out. We’ve got a lot of time to do it.

Coffee, Hot.

So naturally, the Doomsday folk are saying that we’re all done for. But they have the technology and theory to get us out of it. And that leaves plenty of time for religious people with all the questions about why to keep on fighting over their beliefs, killing each other to be right, whining and writing about what the truth is and all that nonsense to keep on doing what they’ve been doing all this time (a whole lot of nothing). All that time filler that we do. Funny how the ultimate pessimist is actually the savior of us all. And I bet they drink coffee.

The “G” Word.

Often times there seems to be this weird separation of science and religion, as if they were opposing forces, constantly butting heads and trying to out-do one another to gain the upper hand in being right about their belief and theories.

But what if science and religion are simply two different languages trying to say the same thing.

On one hand, religion expects you to believe almost magical phenomenon blindly for the sake of your well being and guide you spiritually to understand God, which is simply a way of explaining why you’re here and why things are the way they are. On the other hand, science expects you also to believe near ludicrous Laws which are actually just accepted theories which tell you about the universe and why things are what they are and why they work how they do. Well, isn’t that basically the same thing?

Gravity is the driving force behind the Universe.

Here’s something to think about. We cannot explain why God is what God is, but religion says that we at least know how God works or the function of God. Each religion states the function is a little different, but in the end, it’s all the same theory. God is the beginning, the creation, and the ultimate answer to everything. They don’t know why God did that, but just that God does. Science has another take on the same subject–the beginning of everything, the creation and the ultimate answer to it all, but they say it’s Gravity. If you follow astrophysics, theories of Gravity (there are two main ones), space-time continuum, and Special Relativity, you’ll find that the responsible force behind everything we know to be true in Science is actually just the force of Gravity. But, Science cannot explain why Gravity works how it does, only how it works. And they can predict it and calculate it very accurately. So here we have two languages, both describing the creation force behind everything, and they both seem to know how it works, but they don’t know why either of them work. That’s the same thing to me, simply told different ways. Some of us accept and believe what God represents. Some of us accept and believe what Gravity is, but perhaps don’t realize just how profound it is in terms of importance of the entire universe and how anything is even possible. But no one knows why either of these forces even exist nor why they work as they do. We all blindly accept it. The funny thing is that some people will blindly believe one, but not the other.

So who’s right? Maybe they both are. Or maybe neither of them have a clue at all about anything and are simply using two different languages to describe the same thing–which is basically our inability to know why anything is what it is, just how it is.

"God" Particles colliding to make Gravity wells.

Oh, and if you have no idea how Gravity and God have anything in common, maybe read up on some astrophysics and theories involving the birth of the universe. Gravity is essentially the driving force behind how everything is created and comes together to force the universe as we know it. That’s basically the same concept of God if you can think about it. Religion gives us details about how everything was created, how long it took, and how we came into the picture; each religion of course having a different take on it, but ultimately, the same thing. Science gives us details about how the universe was created and why it’s still expanding and ultimately it’s because of the power of gravity wells, Black Holes, that draw everything together and by doing so, brought the right elements together to make everything under immense pressure caused by Gravity.

So maybe they’re just the same damn thing and we should stop wasting time with it and go have a coffee and whine about the wait in the line.

Jiggawatts.

I’ve become nearly obsessed with electric meters and finding ways to lower energy consumption, regardless of whether it’s going to make my electric bill less or not. It just hit me one day that we pay our bill and we look at it sometimes and actually pay attention to what all that mumbo jumbo even means on that silly paper. It turned out it was more interesting than I thought. It lead me to find out what my local utility provider charged for electricity and how it’s layers of charging worked. They sell it in kilowatt hours. That’s bizarre if you think about it. Every piece of junk that you can plug in says generally how many watts it takes. We’re used to that. We can handle that concept. But we don’t have products that come along and say that they take up an amount of kilowatt hours. And unless you actually read all that stuff the utility company gives you, you won’t really know what the watt rating even means to you.

Funnily enough, that watt rating simply means that the device is rated to use that many watts at any given moment. If we were charged by the moment, we would all implode, because it’s like diving by zero since you could theoretically have an infinite number of moments within a single moment–it’s just special relativity physics. So naturally the utility folk figured they just make us pay by the hour (you know, since a lot of us get paid by the hour, it’s something our feeble minds can understand).

So we pay our electric by the kilowatt hour, which is expressed as kWh. It’s how many kilowatts you use in a single hour of time. So for every 1,000 watts you use, you’ve used 1 kilowatt. And you pay by the hour based on the number of kilowatts you’ve used. That’s a lot of watts. So that’s what it means when you look at a light bulb or something and see that it says 60 watts and you have no idea what that is really saying. What it’s saying is that if the electric company charged you $0.10 per kWh (kilowatt hour), and you had that light bulb shining bright for 10 hours in a single day, every day, of every week of a month (31 days), then you’d have had the light using 60 watts at every moment during 310 hours. But we measure and pay for it by the kilowatt hour. So 60 watts is equivalent to 0.06 kilowatts, and in the above example, we used that every moment for the bulb over the course of an hour. So we basically used 18.6 kilowatt hours. And at the cost of $0.10 per kWh, it cost us $1.86 to basically keep that bulb shining 10 hours every day during a month.

That makes you really appreciate how much money a huge office or university is pouring into simply lighting the place, only they do it 24 hours a day, every day, all year. Imagine having 1,000 light bulbs, burning 60 watts all 24 hours of the day, 365 days out of the year. That’s $52,560 at $0.10 per kWh. Seems like a lot of money for only a thousand light bulbs.

Electromagnetic Radiation Emission Devices.

Anyhow, the whole point of all this? It made me rethink energy use when it comes to my own electric bill because I like computers, a lot, and I like to keep one on all the time, 24/7, as a FTP server, camera server and backup system for hundreds of movies and hundreds of music albums and all my pictures. So naturally making it as low power as possible, and redundant, is my goal to keep the cost foot print down. And the really interesting thing that I discovered while getting into all that is that you can make computers that are very powerful and modern that use half the energy of a light bulb. So think of that example above again. You can make a huge computer machine that literally uses half, and less, the energy of the light bulb, yet it can browse the cosmic rivers of the web and explode your mind with the world’s consciousness.

Jesus Christ, light bulbs are freaking inefficient contraptions. And what kills me is that we’ve had access to better technology that does the same thing for decades, but we waited until the last moment to change it up and get lower power consumption lights into our lives. Why? Money. And it’s our fault for sitting around and waiting for someone else to make that choice for us.

I Can Has a Mole of Internets?

It’s time to properly represent my little mole of internets with a fresh new look, messy with some class. Hang on to your pants, it’s going to get windy.

Surprise, Cat Balls.

It’s appropriate to begin any decently sophisticated conversation with something of the level of the classic fart joke, so I took the liberty of finding something even more funny. It gets me every time. So what is a Mole? Go back to Chemistry 101 and you’ll remember that irritating thing you had to learn.  It’s Avagadro’s Number. Ring a bell? Ok, of course not. Well, talking about a Mole of something is like talking about a Dozen of something. It’s a way to talk about a singular amount of something that is clearly made up of a lot more than just one. So when you say you want a dozen donuts, you’re asking for twelve donuts. Why didn’t you just say you wanted twelve donuts? Why did you say dozen? Why did you say a baker’s dozen for thirteen donuts instead of just saying thirteen donuts? Why? Well, that’s the same thing as talking about a Mole of something. We use it in mathematics and chemistry as a means to represent an amount of material, usually atoms and molecules, in a way that is easy to say. It’s easier to say 1 Mole instead of trying to say 6.022 x 10^23 or trying to say something like 602.2 sextillion. They’re odd to say in public where most people look at you like you’ve sprouted a third eye on your forehead.

So what I’m saying is, this is my one Mole of internets. And I’m going to get a coffee. You should too.

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