Thursday, May 31, 2007

"Cartridge" is a ridiculously hard word to type

The season has arrived. The bugs, they are coming... in my window. Which is a pain because it gets too warm if I keep it shut.


The number of things that can go wrong when one tries to replace an ink cartridge are oddly high, in my house. Having replaced a couple of cartridges so that my sister Erin could print out some petition to get the artificial colouring put back into the sugary bits on Marks and Spencers caterpillar rolls (don't ask), we then discovered that the black wasn't working for some reason. Erin, being insane (she is responsible for Citizen Cane), insisted that I check to make absolutely sure I hadn't put white ink in by mistake.

After several more minutes debating the existence and the utter uselessness of white printer ink, we searched the house to find a black felt tip pen so that Erin could draw in the black line that she insisted had to seperate the page into halves. She was, for yet more unclear but probably insane reasons, completely against using a ballpoint pen.

We ended up back at the printer, discovering that the black cartridge, but not the yellow one, had some strange little tab that seemed to serve no purpose but required pulling before it would actually print anything. The pointless document was eventually printed, after we had convinced my mother (who had “done this a hundred times”) that the black ink cartridge went into the printer in exactly the same way as all the other ones next to it, rather than sideways with the ink hole (that's the technical term) pointing out of the printer.

I tell you this story only so that I can compare the amount of stress I get at home to the amount I get from my first day doing Advanced Higher subjects at school. It was remarkably dull and I won't bore you with it. Suffice it to say that having four free periods a day (and a Computing lesson that was effectively a free period with computers) is really boring if you have no work to do and none of your friends brought their DSs.


It looks like Skippy has got today's NWT up. More abstract thought and less whining about white ink and technological ineptitude tomorrow. In the meantime, I leave you with this thought.

Throughout most of my early science classes, we were constantly told not to write “amount” in place of terms like “mass” and “volume”, even losing marks when we did so in tests. That has stuck in my head so much that I now flinch every time I type the blasted word.

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New Word Thursday: Gearching

Gearching [Gurching]
verb
1. Gearching, or to gearch is the insatiable desire to Google everything, whether or not that is possible. More clearly, it is the reflex experienced when one is looking for a physical object and instinctively reaches for a keyboard in order to Google for said objects whereabouts.
Also: Gearcher (Someone who spends a lot of time browsing the internet)
"I lost my car keys in the house somewhere yesterday, so without thinking I pulled up a chair at the iMac, opened a browser and starting typing in the Google search box. My wife came in and noticed I'd typed in 'my car keys' into Google. We both burst out laughing when I finally realized the futility of gearching."

"I just couldn't find my cellphone anywhere, in desperation I actually gearched for them. Still no luck. Probably should have clicked 'I'm feeling lucky'."

ORIGIN Modern English : Derived from Google (G) and Searching (earching). Also related to uroogling.

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Wednesday, May 30, 2007

My writer's block is one of those metal ones that even fire flower Mario can't smash.

Well, I didn't really get all that much gaming done today, not as much as I'd planned, anyway. Still, that's what summer holidays and all the upcoming Sixth Year study periods are for. Also, being outside and studying, but who cares about that?


I think I have writer's block.

I don't get writer's block. I've never had it before. I've had times when I didn't want to write something, be it a blog post, an essay or a short story. All too often, I've written something that I'm not happy with but I've always managed to make something appear on the page.

And now I'm stuck rabbiting on about writer's block, a topic which, I've just remembered and checked upon, I've already used before for an annoyingly short post.

The strange thing is, tomorrow is my first day of Advanced Highers, a big step that's seemed a very long way away for a very long time and still somehow does. I should be able to come up with something about that. But I can't. I'm just stuck looking around my bedroom trying to find something to mention.

I can see a bit of string, a tennis ball, that weird black plastic thing that appears to serve no purpose other than making a clicking noise when I'm fiddling with it, all the crap that's somehow accumulated on my bed via my own unique take on a process commonly called “tidying”, Fedora Linux setup discs that probably came with some magazine, the roll of masking tape for which I neither have nor need an explanation, a Dalek whose plunger makes a convenient storage hook for my USB flash drive, my old TV and the headcrab sitting on top of it, the Roman soldier figurine that stands proudly between a clay penguin and some souvenir that my brother got me when he went on a trip to Russia, the box of Amstrad games sitting in front of the wardrobe that holds more videogames than it does items of clothing...

I think I may have just both overcome my writer's block and summarised my entire life in one elongated sentence.

Cool.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to reposition some of that crap on my bed so that I can, you know, sleep in it. In the bed, that is. Not the crap. That'd be really uncomfortable.


As a final note, the deadline for submitting emails to the EmailBritain archive is almost up. I've already sent my entry and I may yet have another one to send. I highly recommend you try it because you could win a free book filled with people's private correspondence.

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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Time Management

Textbooks? Returned.
Feeling of pressure and anxiety? Gone.
Non-binary watch that I can read without giving it my full concentration? Given back to Dad.
Neck? Sore.
English notes? Soon to be on fire.
Exams? Over.


It occurs to me just now that my exams have actually had a pretty big influence on this blog and my writings here. “Influence”, in this case, meaning I've been using them as an excuse for when I can't be bothered writing anything or when I'm just not happy with what I have written.

But, now it's over for another year and I can get on with the various things I've let slide. I'm still going to write that webcomic even if it never gets drawn. Sam and I need to revamp the VersusCOM podcast, not to mention the VCOM site itself. Skippy probably has some Dunhenry stuff that I could do and claim as experience for university applications. I've got a whole load of books that I keep meaning to read. There are far too many half-finished blog posts and topic summaries hanging around on my various digital devices.

Of course, that'll all come later. After Pokemon Diamond, Gears of War, Hotel Dusk, Harvest Moon DS, Justice for All, Trauma Centre, Eledees, Chibi Robo, Vendetta Online...

I reckon I've got several hundred hours worth of games that I want to play and only about 40 in which to play them.

...

I'm gonna need some more arms.

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Monday, May 28, 2007

4 out of 5

I can never understand the mentality of people who leave exams early. I've done it myself only once, maybe twice, at Standard Grade when the General level paper was ridiculously easy and I knew that only the Credit one would matter anyway. But people who walk out an hour before a 2.5 hour exams finishes? That's just stupid.


Well, today was my second last exam and tomorrow I just have to get Chemistry out of the way and I can relax for about 45 hours before Sixth Year starts. Yeah, life sucks. But I refuse to complain, because this is not MySpace, damn it!

I've given myself 10 minutes to get this blog post done and then the computer gets shutdown for the night because I'm seriously beginning to worry about Chemistry. It's not that I'm exactly panicking about it, it's more like I'm worried that I'm not worried enough, like I ought to feel more pressure and so be doing more work. It's kind of weird.

It's also dull to blog about and, I'd imagine, to read about. On the bright side, I've just noticed that a trailer for the Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles DS sequel, Rings of Fate, (the last one I mentioned was for the Wii sequel) is up here. I haven't actually had time to watch it fully but I've been waiting for this game almost since the DS was announced and had almost forgotten about it. If they have voice-chat along with Wi-Fi multiplayer (and local wireless, too) I will buy that game faster than you can say... “Sweet Cuppin' Cakes”.

Anyway, almost out of time now. So, it's on to Chemistry.

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Sunday, May 27, 2007

Can't title, studying

Posting early today since I have some last minute studying to do and I'll also be needing plenty of sleep tonight. I'm still confident in my Computing and Chemistry skills (or “skillz” if you prefer) but a couple of past papers have unnerved me slightly. Add to that the fact that the Computing folder I've been using for about five years fell apart today (it's had a big split down one side for ages, this is just the first time anything's actually fallen out) and I'm starting to worry.

Okay, so the folder falling apart doesn't really worry me but it's still kind of weird.

Hence (“hence” referring to the first paragraph, not the fact that my folder is weird), I intend to use the rest of tonight to study both Chemistry and Computing, rather than blogging. Which I think I already explained in the first paragraph. So now I'm just rambling. I wouldn't expect much more tomorrow, either.

And so, my crappiest post ever draws to a welcome close.

On the bright side, yesterday's Woodle is up below. If that makes any sense.

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Woodle: Probably Blasphemy

Written by Alasdair Corbett
Drawn by Sam Stafford
Wrath to be sent to Skippy Chalmers

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Saturday, May 26, 2007

I'm not even going to attempt another lame "can't think of a title" joke

Please tell me I didn't just say "lame".


Well, this is my third attempt at writing tonight's post since I've decided that the two topics I tried before deserve more thought and effort than I can give them right now. They may get it, but I wouldn't count on it for another week or so.

For you see, tomorrow is the last day before my final two exams, Computing on the Monday and Chemistry on Tuesday, and as such I expect to be doing all sorts of revising and studying and whatnot that I probably should have been doing over the last few days. Such is the way laziness works.

While I don't have any serious doubts about my abilities in these subjects, I've reached that point, once again, when the fear and pressure starts to set in. Once again, it's about a week too late to be much help to me. And after that's done, it's one day off then straight into Advanced Higher. No rest for the awesome, as they really ought to say. It wouldn't apply to me, but they ought to say it anyway. Whoever they are.

So, a short post and no woodle. Curiously, I do have the art ready for a woodle, courtesy of Sam, but I no longer have the time tonight to add the text. The one time he actually gives me the artwork on time, too...

Oh, well. It's not like anybody cares.

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Friday, May 25, 2007

Night of the Living Notes

A screenshot of Duke Nukem Forever and a movie of The Sims? I'm fairly sure those are both signs of the Apocolypse.



Well, I suppose this will just be a notes post since I can think of little else.

I've been meaning to mention this for a while, but time is now running out to send emails to the British Library in order to help them form Email Britain, a record of communications and every day life which will apparently be of use to future researchers. I'm not sure how it'll be used, but it's been fun trying to find an email to send in that I think sums up my usual activities. I reckon I've now got one that I can send to email@emailbritain.co.uk.

I'd like to point you all in the direction of Superdickery, which I've recently started reading.

There's a trailer for the new Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles game up here. I was a huge fan of the original's multiplayer, once I got a few friends to sit through the opening cinematic and get powerful enough to tackle basic enemies. We'll finish it one of these days. And Four Swords. We'll finish that, too.

Ever heard of UCAS? I'm not sure what it stands for and I don't want to look it up, but they're the organisation in charge of my university future. Since I signed up for a "UCAS card" (50% interest, 100% APR (I can't remember what that stands for either) on all purchases made before, on or after the 12th of May 1967, if you're over 70 and drive a bus), I got an email from them about a competition or a survey or something. I don't really know, because their website was down when i tried the link.

Actually, more about that tomorrow. I've just managed to access the survey.... the questions... I can't... there's just no way to describe them using ordinary words. I'll have to invent an entirely new language in time for tomorrow's post.

And... uhh... the Penny Arcade game is looking pretty good?

There wasn't a NWT yesterday (Skippy's fault!), but thanks to my telepathic link with Sam, there may well be a Woodle tomorrow.

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Thursday, May 24, 2007

Too tired to ramble incoherently...

You know what I can't believe? I'm 16 years old, I have two major exams coming up in less than a week and what am I doing? Watching The Muppet Show.



You ever have one of those days when just listening to people talk gives you a headache? I'm having one of those days. It's either to do with hunger or lack of sleep. I might have thought it was to do with both, but "either" only allows for two possible options.

Either way, or whichever way, or whatever, you're stuck with a short, dull little post which will probably still not be short enough to bring my average word count down to a sensible level after last night's behemoth.

Fortunately, that little opening bit was written before I got the headache (which has actually subsided a little since I wrote the second paragraph) so there's at least one thing that isn't whiny in this post.

There's also this thing, which is a link to the first of a series of videos made by the guy who did that Yu-Gi-Oh (god, I hate typing that... word?) movie spoof I linked to a couple of days ago. it seems he's treating the whole anime series to the same thing and I'm in the middle of watching through them.

So, funny, irrelevant opening bit, complaint, admission of poor writing skills, trying to make light of bad post, link that nobody will follow and a reference to an older post that nobody will remember. I reckon that's everything I need to call this a TWToday blog post.

Oh, almost forgot - a ridiculous, out-of-the-blue, rhetorical question to round off with.

Why on Earth does NeoOffice's spellchecker not recognise the word "movie"? Or, for that matter, the words "NeoOffice" and "spellchecker"?

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Wednesday, May 23, 2007

2141 words on why you shouldn't believe everything you see on TV

Well, I got it up even if, with 10 minutes to go, I don't have time to go through and check it for spelling, coherency, logic, etc. I call that the "TV Science Approach".

I'm not sure if any of you saw the episode of Panorama on BBC 1, which I mentioned yesterday and the day before. If you had (or even if you hadn't and had simply noticed the various articles about it that showed up in various places), you'd know that it was about fears and concerns over "radiation" emitted by Wi-Fi technology and how it's going to kill all your children, etcetera, etcetera.

Before I continue, I'd like to point out just how loosely the term "radiation" is used in the program. It's used to refer to any signal coming from a Wi-Fi source and mobile phones and is never accompanied by words such as "electromagnetic" or replaced with something like "radio waves". Because in TV land, radiation is always something dangerous and always glows green. Even when the deadly phlebotinum radiation doesn't come into contact with humans, it creates things like Godzilla. Do you want Godzilla created in your child's classroom? Do you want your kids eaten by Godzilla?! Do you?!?!!

Of course, anyone with a basic knowledge of science or physics can tell you that the term "radiation" covers a very broad spectrum of things, including the electromagnetic spectrum of things, which also includes harmless visible light, not to mention infrared and all the TV and radio waves which are filling the air around you. Panorama isn't technically wrong with it's description of radiation being given off by Wi-Fi, but you can't help but feel that they're hardly taking a balanced view of the debate.

This also comes through in their choice of experts. Of about 5 scientists who appeared throughout the course of the programme, only 1 was supportive of Wi-Fi and several were political figures who were known for making cases against Wi-Fi. I'm not saying that these people shouldn't have been represented, I'm just suggesting that it would have been better if they'd consulted more scientists who take the same view as the World Health Organisation and say that it isn't a problem. It also didn't help their credibility that they went out of there way to find an expert that they could describe as eccentric and imply was merely an industry puppet.

Constant comparisons were drawn between Wi-Fi signals and mobile phone signals, though the show never really drew a line between emissions by phones themselves and the emissions of masts. Constant reference was made to "similar type[s] of radiation" and the "same sort of radiation" at "similar levels". They discovered 3 times the "level" of radiation about 1 metre away from a Wi-Fi enabled laptop than they did standing 100 metres away from a mobile phone mast. They attempt to justify this by saying that this is "at the point at which the beam was at greatest intensity where it hit the ground". I'm not sure exactly what they mean by that, but at neither attempt was their any repetition of the "experiment", nor was any accounting for background radiation and other factors taken into account.

Perhaps it was done off screen, though they have a deliberate shot of the presenter and the tester coming straight into a classroom and taking the reading immediately. While it doesn't necessarily prove their results wrong, this lack of basic experimental control (and I mean basic, my 11 (maybe 12, I can't remember) year old sister would know enough from her Science class to do a better experiment than that) and procedure, combined with their vague description of "levels" (no specific units were given and the only readout was a nondescript wave form on a surprisingly camera friendly hand-held screen) lends serious doubt to the credibility and reliability of their tests.

Let's not think scientifically here (not that they were anyway, but you get my point) and just apply a little common sense. A Wi-Fi router such as you might get in a school or home has a very small range, on in the tens of metres, and that's not accounting for walls and other obstructions. A mobile phone mast can send a signal over 50km or more, if on flat ground. Even in poor terrain it has a range hundreds, almost thousands, of times greater than a normal wireless network. And don't forget that a mobile phone has to transmit that distance back again.

Certainly, the transmitters in a citywide network will be more powerful than that, but each of them still only covers a few square kilometres, or else there would be no need for distributed nodes. So how can it be possible that Wi-Fi is 3 times more powerful than a mobile phone mast?

Later, they go to a town with a system of Wi-Fi nodes which provide free coverage to the city. The presenter walks around with a simple radiation monitor in his hand, with no shown calibration of any kind and and unknown scale, and notes that it goes "into the red there" while near a small market stall and, later, a node.

Once they're done making a mockery of the scientific process, they move on to a more specific case, one of a woman who believes she has a condition called "electrohypersensitivity". What this means is that when she's around strong "radiation" (presumably radio waves at the relatively narrow frequencies at which mobile phones and Wi-Fi devices operate) she gets headaches, miscellaneous pains and various other vague symptoms. What I find most interesting about this is not that Panorama simply accepts this woman's claims as fact, but that this woman, despite her presumably constant pain, chooses to live next to a mobile phone mast.

This would be somewhat like a man who breaks his leg and refuses to give up on training for the London Marathon. Bloody stupid.

Panorama "investigates" these claims in their own unique, balanced way by travelling to Sweden, the only country in the world that recognises EHS as a disability. In Sweden, we are introduced to a group of people who have taken advantage of grants from their government to have their homes coated in anti-radiation paint, and my own research shows that this can go far further, with the inclusion of shielded cabling and other special provisions, all at the expense of the Swedish taxpayer.

Panorama says that up to 3% of the Swedish population is believed to suffer from this condition and, applying that figure to the UK's population, concludes that there are 2 million EHF sufferers in the UK. 2 million, huh? That's an awful lot of people to be suffering from a condition which yields precisely 1110 results on Google, about half of which seem to be other explanations for the symptoms, ranging from fungi infections to simple psychosomatic causes. Or, to put it less tactfully, they're all imagining it.

The show then turns to one of their experts who has recently conducted a study on believed EHF sufferers. I'm not about to question their expert's credentials or the validity of his experiments, but the Panorama team interpret the limited data in a very interesting way. It's pointed out that the results of the study have not yet been released but that they've managed to get the results of their pet EHF "sufferer".

Apparently, she could tell whether a transmitter, outputting the type of radiation she believed herself to be sensitive to, was on or off two thirds of the time. It may just be the sceptic in me, but I am distrustful of two kinds of numbers reported in the media: simple fractions and anything exactly divisible by ten. I believe that, given their views as shown in the rest of the show, the journalists here would be far more inclined to round up rather than down.

But let's just say, for the sake of argument, that their EHFer got it right two thirds of the time, or 67% (being kind and rounding up). That sounds like a lot until you realise that, because the radiation could only be on or off, simple probability suggests that she could get it right 50% of the time just by guessing. From this single, inconclusive result, Panorama's crack team concludes that they had been right all along in their assertion that Wi-Fi was dangerous. It looks to me like a (carefully chosen?) statistical fluke, scientifically meaningless without further results and context.

Just a few further points before I conclude. You may well have noticed that most of the reports about Panorama's "study" describe the episode as an investigation into the effects of Wi-Fi networks in schools but, even from my brief summary above, you can see that the program spent an awful lot of time wandering around cities, travelling to Sweden and talking about mobile phones. Not to mention their quibbles over government guidelines which might just be based on incorrect data (and even if the guidelines were to be revised, there's no indication given that Wi-Fi and mobile phone technology would breach any new limits) and there constant reference to studies done on mobile phone technology (which one of their own experts admits have been largely inconclusive, when taken as a whole).

It strikes me that the whole "your children are in huge Godzilla-related danger" angle that was played up in the press was no more than a headline grabbing tagline to summarise this twisted little mess.

They also seem to have a rather poor grasp of the technology they are investigating, suggesting that Wi-Fi internet access makes no use of modems. While the user on a wireless network may not have to use a modem directly at their computer, any connection to the internet requires a modem somewhere along the line (see what I did there?).

Maybe that little error could be forgiven but one of their more political experts made a statement, supported by the show, that I could not believe. He said that Wi-Fi was different to mobile phones because you could choose to have a mobile phone but not whether you were in a hotspot or not. He reasoned that this is why something should be done about wireless networks without necessarily encroaching on people's beloved mobiles.

But, I thought even as he said it, surely you are far more likely to be in an area covered by a mobile phone mast that you are to be in a Wi-Fi hotspot? As evidenced by a recent call from the top of Mount Everest, you really can't escape that kind of "radiation".

I could go on and on about sensationalism, poor logic, terrible science, unbelievable bias, lack of detail, lack of common sense and a dozen other inconsistencies and errors in the show but I won't. It's just another example of the level to which television and the media have sunk in a world where success is dictated by ratings and statistics as questionable as those used in the show. Science is abused by scaremongers to get the facts and the reaction they want and results are twisted or falsified by those that do not understand them in order to further their own agenda.

The worst thing about all this is not that this kind of garbage gets on television. While we may not have the choice of avoiding the television signals flying around us, we can simply switch to another channel when garbage like this comes on.

No, the most tragic thing here is just how many people will believe this nonsense. Who won't question it. I have no qualifications or expertise in this field but with nothing other than my mind, my notepad and the odd Google search, I've found Panorama's argument to be so full of holes that it's practically a net. And yet, people see the show on TV, read about it in newspapers and on websites equally desperate for an attention grabbing headline (one I saw went so far as to say that there were fears over "computers" in classrooms with no mention of wireless networks until you clicked the link and read the article) and they believe what they are told.

Because of the falsehoods spread by this show and the scaremongers that make it and swarm to its "evidence", money will be wasted investigating spurious diseases, parents will panic and force schools to rob their pupils of easy access to the internet, costing more money and wasting time having wired networks fitted. Just 2 days after the program's airing and it's already begun. People will worry every time they see a marvel of technology and that's not just silly, it's sad.

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Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Lack of timing is everything

Very often, when I'm trying to create a blog post, I'll come up with (what I think is) a great idea then look at the clock and realise I don't have time to do it justice. And very often, I never do, for one reason or another. Yesterday, I mentioned the Panorama episode which was airing last night about concerns over the use of Wi-Fi in schools and how I was going to watch it and try my hand at debunking it.

Well, I watched it today and found several more articles about it online and the amount of rubbish in it amazed me. So much so that I have about 2 A4 sides of notes taken while watching the show and I've already written 500 words on it tonight, with no apparent end in sight. Okay, I guess I could conclude it fairly quickly, but that doesn't rhyme and I have more to say anyway.

So I've had to come up with a different topic for tonight's blog post but this time I'm absolutely certain that I will be returning to my original one tomorrow. Thus, on with the main-ish topic.

I'm currently in a rather odd mental state over my exams. For the last few days, I've done very little of anything constructive simply because, while I can't be bothered doing any revision because my two remaining exams seem too far away, I feel guilty whenever I'm truly focused on some task other than revision. I can watch DVDs and play my way through the simple, level grinding sections of Pokemon Diamond without too much trouble, I just can't find it in me to write down script ideas I've had or do blog posts early. Even stuff I really wanted to do in this short time, like various games I haven't had a chance to play yet (noticing a trend here?), seems like a bad idea when I actually try to do it.

I am a naturally lazy person, at heart, so I may not have got much done anyway, it's just strange that I actively feel bad when I try to get something done.

Then again, I have a sneaking suspicion that I forgot to take my antihistamine tablets this morning, so my lethargy may be less to do with stress and subconscious schisms than it is to do with hay fever.

Sorry for the rather poor post. To distract you look at this rude (but pretty) nebula.

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Monday, May 21, 2007

You say "conspiracy", I say "poppycock"

The things people will believe in both scares me and makes me laugh.

Take the moon landings, for example. I'd say that I "believe" that man has been to the moon but I don't. I know that human beings have walked on the surface of our natural satellite. Why? Because it's a fact, one which is supported by all the evidence and observations available.

And yet, people persist in their belief that it was all a giant hoax and the idea that it may have been a hoax is so common that when people say "moon landings", the first thing everybody else thinks of is "hoax", whether they believe it was or not. Now, let's ignore all the "facts" that are reported as proof of this, since they've been fairly well debunked (the link is actually about a specific documentary but it goes over most of the big stuff). Let's look at what is actually proposed as the alternative to reality.

If man did not land on the moon, NASA must have faked it, is the main thrust (haha, "thrust" - I just got that. Rockets and stuff... oh, shut up) of all the arguments. It had to have been a conspiracy, in fact. The mission was hardly just three guys in a rocket and a room full of voices on the radio, so, taking every person involved into account, we're talking about a conspiracy of quite possibly thousands of people. And not one of those people has mentioned it, then or since. No experts beyond the "conspiracy" group noticed any discrepancies at the time and it seems that no actual experts have noticed any discrepancies since.

But, people still hold on to the idea that it was all faked. Why? That's a very difficult question to answer but it really comes down to just a few possibilities.

People are:
a) insane
b) idiots
c) attention-seeking jerks
d) all of the above, plus idiots again

My personal choice is (d). Insanity leads people to question reality, idiocy makes others believe them and then the attention-seeking jerks come along to make money out of further idiots who are willing to buy the books and see the TV programs made by everyone that came above them.

Stuff like this may well be my theme for the next couple of days, since I'll also have some words to say on the episode of Panorama that aired tonight. I'll watch the recording if I can stomach it but this should tell you about it.

I'll leave you with this thought. Most of the arguments for a hoax come from supposed "mistakes" made by NASA's prop department and location manager. In 1969, NASA had a budget of billions of dollars and many of the smartest people in the world working for it. If all those people and all that money became truly dedicated to faking something, they wouldn't screw up.

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Sunday, May 20, 2007

Wacky, Wacky Web

The kind of stuff that happens on the internet never ceases to amaze me. People form communities, create stuff, destroy stuff, riot over stuff. In a world of hype and advertising, the internet is a true meritocracy where that which is worthy can flourish and reach an audience and that which is crap is relegated to pop-ups and press releases. And mockery.

However, that's not quite what happened here.

As I mentioned in yesterday's recap of the whole thing, Skippy posted about some phone scam back in April. Now, this isn't the kind of stuff we usually cover and I'm not sure why Skippy put it up here. But who knows why Skippy does anything. Not me and certainly not him, that's for sure. It seems that we now show up on Google searches for the scam number and we've been receiving comments about it on the original post by people who found the site that way. Presumably, they promptly left again and forgot all about it.

Now, we could have spent money on advertising or time on networking with other blogs or effort on our actual posts, but we didn't. And now we get incoming visitors thanks to a random mobile phone scam.

It's a funny old web.




Oh, and just to lengthen this post a bit (note my incredible use of over-spacing above, a technique I mastered in the olden days when essays just had to be a certain number of pages), Sam just sent me the link to this YouTube video. I don't think I've ever watched a full Yu-Gi-Oh episode in my life, but that's one funny video.

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Saturday, May 19, 2007

Woodle: Ohcrapiforgotaboutthewoodleagainanditstoolatetofindacompetentartist! 2


"Written" and "drawn" by Alasdair Corbett, who is seriously regretting not just calling it "Stick Guys".

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TWToday: Additional

Hey, I said I'd do one blog post a day. I never said I wouldn't do more.

Our regular readers (by which I mean myself, Skippy and the small creatures that have built their civilisation in the dirt on my glasses) will remember this post (link) from April about some phone scam Skippy had come across and decided to warn people about. It seems we've shown up on Google searches to do with it (we're the second hit if you just search for the number, right above the "Yorkshire Fishing" forums) and we've also been linked in a forum or two. We've recently had a couple of comments on the post, so we've decided to do a brief follow up on it.

Skippy wasn't all that clear on the details at the time, so I'll go over them again here, adding in what we're gleaned from our own Googling (I don't think I'm diluting their trademark if I capitalise it).

From what I can understand, this number (08450229977) calls your mobile phone, probably using some kind of random dialling program (all those thinking of Stargate SG-1 get a gold star). It rings for a couple of seconds at most and if you manage to pick it up, it's a recorded message trying to get you to subscribe to a some kind of texting "service". It's not entirely clear what it is, but if anyone were foolish enough to subscribe, chances are you'll be charged some pretty exorbitant fees and that your phone number, now confirmed as existing, would be stuck on various lists that you probably don't want your phone number on.

So, and bare in mind we're hardly experts, our advice is simply not to answer any calls from this number and to not call it back if you miss said calls. While it seems that the point is to get you on to this SMS service, calling back will confirm the existence of your phone and may well cost you a fair amount of money as well.

As with most scams like this, it'll probably die down in a few weeks at the most as people get wise to it.

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Exam recap

Lying beside my cereal bowl this morning when I stumbled wearily and blearily downstairs at 10:30am, was a newspaper section, the front page of which dealt with teacher's and pupil's comments on the Higher exams so far. You already know my thoughts on exam preparation supplements so I wasn't really expecting much of the article.

It covered the three big Higher level exams so far, English, Maths and Physics, all of which I actually did, with comments on the difficulty and fairness from both teachers and pupils. I agreed with the bulk of the article but the section on the English exam was rather odd. The pupils, in their comments, mentioned several times that the drama questions were well suited to Othello, apparently a popular text for Higher English classes. I agree with them on that point but the main text focused on the poetry questions and how they were apparently too specific. There were indeed a couple out of the four questions available that seemed to be written for a single poem in particular but here's the question that I did:

Choose a poem in which there is effective use of one or more of the following: verse form, rhythm, rhyme, repetition, sound.
Show how the poet effectively uses the feature(s) to enhance your appreciation of the poem as a whole.

Now, other than that annoying bit about "enhancing your appreciation" which is added on to questions purely so that I can show "personal engagement" with the text (no, I don't know what it means either and yes, it does sound vaguely naughty), the question is a godsend. You just try to think of a poem that doesn't use at least one of those.

I'll admit that the prose questions were a little bit too subjective but those were hardly touched upon. Again, I agree with the overall assessment of the close reading as being fair, but I can't stand it when there are complaints that it's "not interesting to teenagers" or some such nonsense. There must be hundreds of thousands of teenagers in Britain and I always resent being pandered to as part of some demographic. And I actually found the passages quite interesting. But that's just my opinion.

Moving on, their take on the Maths exam was, by and large, the same as mine and that of my class. There were a few too many questions that ended in strange fractions which often threw me off a bit but there you go.

At the time, I thought that the Physics exam was easier than the past papers we'd been doing though I put it down more to extra practice than reduced difficulty. It seems, however, that there have been accusations of the heinous crime of "dumbing down" in the past few years as the number of pupils taking Physics has been dropping. This is what really surprised me the most as in our year of about fifty pupils (not counting those who will leave after the exams) there will be ten doing Advanced Higher Physics, an annoyingly large number for my Physics teacher but a surprisingly large one given this national reduction.

Anyway, I have to find new ways of starting paragraphs, instead of "word/short phrase comma topic". And the interesting thing about this little article wasn't really the actual opinions and thoughts expressed but just how close those thoughts were to those of my own and those of my friends. It serves to remind you (oops, that should be "me" if I'm going for the whole "personal engagement" malarkey) that, even if you feel very isolated in the exam room and all you're concerned about when you come out are what your friends got for question 10, there are thousands of people up and down the country in the exact same situation. Which is scary and reassuring at the same time.

On a completely unrelated topic, I've done a post for the MacTake (I have to call it "the" MacTake or Skippy will beat me) and may well start writing there regularly.

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Friday, May 18, 2007

Not so super blogging

Yeah, it's 20 past 11 and I have nothing to say. I gave some thought to various topics for blogging on over the course of the day but none of it really came to anything. Personally, I blame Seanbaby and his hatred of the Super Friends. Try looking at Aquaman's page for one of the most hilarious web pages you'll ever read.

I know I keep saying I'll have to sink more time into this blog and maybe I shall over the coming days, we'll just have to wait and see.

And as I conclude this, my shortest blog post, I note that over the last few days, with my recommendations of Bad Astronomy and now Seanbaby's Super Friends page, I've been doing something more akin to the original spirit of weblogs. Because, of course, "blog" was not a term then that could be combined with "web". Rather, it was a simple portmanteau of "web" and "log", the content simply being brief descriptions and links to sites that the authors found interesting in their journey's around the intertubes.

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Thursday, May 17, 2007

Topical Abandonment

Is it my imagination or does Machoke get more and more purple with each new Pokemon game?

I have spent the last half hour trying to summarise the character of the Doctor and what exactly it is that makes Doctor Who such an incredible program. I've discovered that I just can't do it and so, for the first time in a while (I still have an old major topic hanging around in the back of my mind from months ago), I've just dropped that angle for now and I plan to return to it as soon as possible.

So, because of that and other reasons, I don't really have time for one of my long, rambling posts today. I suppose I could, and probably should, have started earlier but I didn't. It wasn't really due to an abundance of other activities but to a distinct lack of any kind of motivation, or the energy to act upon that which I did have. The first week, or at least the first day, of any holiday (not that study leave is technically a "holiday" but I'm counting it as such due to my incredible confidence/arrogance) is like that for me. I didn't even get much more of Pokemon Diamond done, except relentlessly training up a Ponyta while watching The Sweeney.

I have been doing more reading of Phil Plait's Bad Astronomy and, if I only seemed to recommend it to you yesterday as something for filling space, I can now only recommend it even more strongly. Plait picks apart common misconceptions about astronomy, and sometimes science in general, that so many people seem to believe because they are presented to us in the media. He has whole sections devoted to poking holes in the plots of films and television shows, that he often admits to otherwise liking, which take liberties with the laws of physics.

I myself am often a great cynic and nitpicker when it comes to TV shows, the treatment of DNA and genetic manipulation in Daleks in Manhattan driving me to near madness, but it's fascinating to see mathematics that I can (occasionally) recognise, sometimes from my use of it in exams just over the last couple of days, applied on the scale of planets and suns. And used to point out stupid mistakes in the news.

I have more to say on the matter but, alas, my own laziness and my desire to post before midnight each day has undone me. Of course, at least I've remembered to post today. Skippy seems to have forgotten New Word Thursday once again. And we were doing so well, too.

I'll return to this topic yet. When you least expect it.

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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Survival of the laziest blogger

And after the third exam, Corbett rested.

Physics was, for those of you keeping track, one of my easier exams and I'm generally pleased with how it went. Curiously, there was a reiteration of yesterday's point, when I thought I'd missed out much more than I actually had on the first run through.

However, two days of exams and more of studying have now caught up with me and I honestly can't be bothered doing much more than rewatching Survival with the information text added. I may discuss that tomorrow, when I shall have some more free time to do one of those long, rambling posts of which I am so fond.

Today's, however, must be one of those apologetically short posts of which nobody is particularly fond.

I've been trying for over ten minutes to find some interesting little fact or website that I could point you to, in order to compensate for my total lack of inspiration. Browsing around my bookmarks, I've come across Bad Astronomy, a website run by one Phil Plait which aims to point out astronomical (the science, not the size) errors in works of either fiction or supposed fact.

It looks like the website has been redesigned since I read it quite some while ago, but if you're a glutton for trivia and knowledge like me, then you'll no doubt enjoy it.

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Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Not-so-distant, not-so-difficult mornings

It's strange how things can appear much more difficult while you're worried. Take my Maths exam, for example, the first paper, non-calculator, as it was the easier of the two. But, of course, while I'm sitting there looking it over for the first time, there were several questions that looked nigh-on impossible. I would panic for a minute then move on to the next question. Maybe a couple of questions later, I'd come to the next tricky one and leave that.

There were eleven questions in all, some divided into (a), (b), etc. By the time I reached the end of the paper, I thought I'd have to go back and do more than half the questions over again. As it turned out, there were just three. One which I knew how to do but couldn't be bothered doing at the time, one that was simple enough upon closer inspection and one which, having gone through the working along a different route, turned out to be right, just with an odd answer.

The same went for the second paper, which I felt was harder but I'm not getting into that until August.

Things are very rarely as bad as they seem. They may sometimes be worse than they appear, but the advantage of pessimism is that they tend to be better than you first assume.

Curiously, after the exam, I could distinctly recall most of my answers, which I recounted to other people, whose answers were often far from similar, in order to come to some democratic consensus on what was the right answer.

Now, less than twelve hours later, and the whole experience is like a half-remembered dream. The same applies to exams I sat last year, and the prelims earlier in this one, albeit on a greater level. I cannot for the life of me remember any questions from my Standard Grade Physics exam, but I can clearly recall wandering down to GameStation with two friends in order to buy a T-shirt and a copy of Retro Gamer in-between the General and Credit papers.

If you asked me to summarise May of last year, all I would know about school was that I had exams but I could easily speak of time spent at the little playpark along the seafront, watching friends try to run on that odd, tilted spinning disc. I think it may have been after my German exam that I went into Seafield Stores to buy about twenty tubes of Smarties.

As important as they may be, it seems that exams aren't actually interesting enough for my mind to keep track of them.

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Monday, May 14, 2007

So little time, equally little to say

22:30, the night before my Higher Maths exam.

Now the bleeding worrying sets in.

Of course, I prefer to look on the bright side. Once the Maths is done, it's just the Physics then a nice long gap before Chemistry and Computing. During that gap, I intend to watch Survival, the last Doctor Who serial ever made. Not the last episode, since the revival, but the last serial, the format of the original series. After I'm done with Chemistry and Computing, I hope to spend a day playing Vendetta Online, a game which Skippy praises highly, having quickly expended his 8-hour trial.

Well, he expended it in 8 hours but you know what I mean.

That's the trick, I've found, to not getting to stressed over exams. Focus not on the effects it'll have when you fail, don't assume you'll succeed, just do the work and concentrate on the finish line. Tell yourself you're going to do something fun afterwards. Even if you don't end up doing it, it'll keep you going. Or, at least, I hope it'll keep me going. Ask me if it's working on Wednesday, after 5 hours of exams in 2 days.

Nothing much else to say, except that I have about a half dozen Ponyta eggs sitting around, if any Pokemon players fancy them.

Don't expect much out of me tomorrow. Or the next day. Or ever. That way, every so often, when I do put some effort into this, you'll be pleasantly surprised.

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Sunday, May 13, 2007

What happens when disbelief is reinstated.

Another day lacking in revision due to my total inability to work when not under immediate pressure. Tomorrow, I expect, will be busier.

Suspension of disbelief is a very odd thing. The human mind will gladly forego logic and reason if you can spin a good yarn. I notice it more and more in video games, rather than in books and movies.

I began thinking about this a few days ago when I got Pokemon Diamond (still hooked at 24 hours and 31 minutes in). Pretty much every Pokemon game starts with a warning by the player character's mother not to venture into the long grass just to the north of the small village in which you begin. Now, this makes sense, superficially. Wild Pokemon are in the long grass. They're dangerous. They could hurt the poor little boy.

Hang on.

He can't ever go into the tall grass? The tall grass directly north of his house that you have to go through to leave town?

As soon as you apply logic to it, you very quickly realise the implication that this boy (or girl if you prefer, in the later games), presumably in their mid-to-late teens, has never been able to leave their small, three house and one laboratory town until the day the game starts?

The same applies to a lot of other games. Now, I'm willing to ignore some stuff. FPS games, despite what Jack Thompson says, are not in any way like holding an actual gun. Obviously, the Superdy-duper Space Badass that the player controls has the skill with weapons. I'm willing to accept the simple levelling system in RPGs that allow small-but-destined farm boys to become god killing machines in 60 hours (80 if you do all the sidequests).

Even games like Trauma Centre make sense at some level. You, as the surgeon, have special medical skills and tools that are simplified for player interaction.

Then you get to games like Pheonix Wright. Now, I love this game. I intend to buy the sequel after my exams, when I have the money and can risk another highly absorbing game. This game has a lot of quirks. I'll go along with the three day trials and the psychics and the total lack of anyone with an ounce of sanity. I figure there are legal loopholes that let lawyers take vital evidence from crime scenes and present it, not to the police, but only at appropriately dramatic times in court.

But, really. What did Pheonix do at law school? I can come in and learn his entire job in about 30 seconds. And do it for him.

There are probably dozens of other examples and if you have any good ones, leave a comment. As for now, I have to sign off and contact Sam. He wants to try the Wi-Fi again so I'm temporarily trading him my Murkrow for a Misdreavus.

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Saturday, May 12, 2007

TWToday: Now in Eurovision

Sitting here, still playing Pokemon, Tuesday seems a very long way away and I could almost think that my exams were over.

But, sadly, they're not.

Ah, Eurovision. I'm told that there are those that actually take it seriously. I cannot for the life of me fathom why. Quite frankly, the only thing good about it is Terry Wogan's gently snarky commentary. The vast majority of the songs are unintelligible, and no, not the ones in foreign languages. As far as I can tell, the Irish entry involves something about selling hernias.

From here on in, I'm just going to be tossing out ideas as I watch this rubbish, for reasons I can't quite figure out, but which probably involve enjoying anger and mocking people who can't hear me.

Wogan has just pointed out how he would prefer the Finnish television commercials to the gap-filling, forced nonsense from "Krisse", who is apparently a "fan of Eurovision". She's hosting parts of it because she was approached in a totally non-set-up way in the audience.

His response to the French entry? "God, wasn't that awful." I really need to start listening to this guy's radio show.

The female Serbian contestant looks remarkably like this guy I know at school. However, the guy has more musical talent.

Ukrainians are apparently all 50s B-movie spacemen. On drugs. Who are ridiculously proud of their ability to count to three.

Ah, the UK. WTF?! Air hostesses?! Just because the song mentions flying, you don't have to be dressed as air hostesses, boys and girls. And mentioning a whole bunch of capital cities to fly to isn't winning you any points.

One Pokemon battle later (I lost to Sam) and it seems the voting has begun. Wogan reckons Ukraine is silly enough to win it, though he's never picked a winner yet.

I really hate that woman in the pink dress. She's just declared that the people behind her are wearing every kind of clothing ever worn by man. No, there not! None of them are wearing loinclothes! I don't see no togas! Most of them are in shirts and ties!!!

Well, Erin's just voted for the Ukraine. Four times. And it's already up on Youtube. I haven't decided if I can be bothered waiting for the results before editing and posting.

Rock cellists and a man in a bubble swallowing a fluorescent tube? That's Eurovision for you.

My god, I want to kill that woman in the pink dress. Wogan wants the guilty party responsible for her inclusion to be named. Should I really be agreeing so strongly with the quintessential old geezer of Britain?

9 to 10 scale! That just means you're a 9 if you're ugly, you stupid woman!!! And, no, I'm not explaining that.

The UK is currently the only country without any points.

Erin's sitting on my bed, hurling a plastic eyeball at my TV whenever some country doesn't give 12 points to the Ukraine.

Hey, Malta gave us some points! We're not total failures. Although, I have to say that we should be.

Oh, well. Serbia won. And nobody gives a crap.

And so, I shall leave you with these words of wisdom:

Scroll down for today's woodle.

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Woodle: Great pictures, great quotes


Written by Alasdair Corbett
Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

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Friday, May 11, 2007

Gotta quote 'em all!

One exam down, four to go.

Just FYI, English went pretty well, certainly better than I'd expected. The close reading was fairly easy and I'm happy with both of my essays. And you know the funny thing? I can no longer remember a single bloody quote!

After the exams, a couple of friends and I trooped into Ayr to buy imported copies of Pokemon Diamond and Pearl. We walked there, got the games and started to walk back when the heavens opened, having been merely wedged at a crack beforehand. Suffice it to say that by the time we had contacted my Mum and she arrived to pick us up, we were thoroughly soaked to the skin.

So, we sat an English exam, walked into town, got completely soaked and frozen, were bored out of our minds and then discovered that it was raining practically nowhere else but on top of us, just to acquire a game a couple of months early. Worth it?

Hell, yes.

I've long loved the Pokemon games, ever since an old friend lent me a copy of the then-new Pokemon Red. It was enough to get me hooked and I've remained so ever since. The sheer variety of moves and strategies available blows every other RPG clean out of the water, and I say that when RPGs are amongst my favourite games.

I'll probably have more to say tomorrow, and I may even scrounge together an idea I've had for a woodle, once I've had some sleep. Or beaten the next Gym Leader. The latter will probably take priority.

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Thursday, May 10, 2007

Unto the breach

Well, tomorrow morning, I will do what is likely to be my last ever English close reading, as I sit my first Higher exam. I can remember answering questions on mind-numbingly dull passages all the way back to Primary 3. And now I'll never do it again, in all likelihood, since I have never thought of a practical application for close reading skills, though I've been trying since the aforementioned Primary school days.

Yesterday was also the day I had my last Maths lesson with the Maths class I've had for five years. I've had some hugely fun times in that Maths class, laughing, joking, derailing conversations on topics ranging from life after death to songs about chihuahuas. Curiously little mathematics, but that probably just enhanced the experience.

I also rounded off my chemistry knowledge yesterday and I'll be done with that by the 29th. Choosing subjects for Sixth Year is the first time I've had to give up something that I've really enjoyed. When Standard Grade first rolled around, I relished in dropping Music and Art, Geography and Latin, the loss of French almost causing me to break out into song and dance. Highers pruned off German and History, which, while I wasn't too bad at them, were hardly my favourite subjects. Now, S6 has allowed me the chance to finally rid myself of English, but Chemistry has also had to be sacrificed in order to save my sanity and increase the time available for playing Mario Kart in the common room.

I've spent much of today reading and rereading quotations and old essays, checking I know themes and structures of some of the finest literature in the world and some of the most boring I've ever read. Fifteen minute snatches of Final Fantasy III and Elebits were all that kept me sane as I laboriously memorised Chris Guthrie's feelings when she loses her umpteenth family member to a falling rhinoceros... or something... I'm not really planning to write either of my essays on Sunset Song.

Still, as befits the mood, I shall round off with a quote from William Shakespeare which has been stuck in my head of late. Sadly, it's not one of the ones I'm supposed to get stuck in my head.



"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!"

-William Shakespeare, Henry V

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New Word Thursday: 'Strumbling'

Strumbling [Strum-Bling]
verb
1. The confused action associated with someone who is far more comfortable typing and using a word-processor, than reading and writing on paper. The word describes the impulse such afflicted persons have, when they want to quickly navigate to a word on the page (Cmd+F, or Ctrl+F) and mime the keystroke action with their fingers. This also might occur when a reader wishes to copy text for later use, and instinctively mimes the Cmd+C or Ctrl+C action on the table with their fingers.
Also: Strumbled
"I was reading this newspaper yesterday, and there was a link to a website, so I totally strumbled and reached for a mouse to click on it."

"I had this essay printed out, and I saw a paragraph that had been misplaced, so I hit command+c, with my fingers on the table. The teacher walks in and sees me strumbling; it was terrible, he took off his