Dec. 25, 2009
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! HULLO HULLO!!!!
I had sorta been intending on making a rather long, satisfying post, but I am afraid I am a bit too over-stimulated for such at the moment—so I suppose I will have to do a "Quick Rant".
We got-up in the morning (very early, mind you) and awoke to the classic scene of stockings and presents 'round the tree.
After opening presents and such, we went to church (okay, real quick, I'm going to rant about one present in particular, of which I had no idea I was getting: Tales from a Perilous Realm by J.R.R Tolkien [This included The Adventures of Tom Bombadil, a book I have been wanting in a while]. Anyways, earlier, I had seen a copy they were getting for Tami, and they asked if I thought she would like-it. I said she would, and I liked it so much and was so very pleased that Tom Bombadil was conveniently tucked in the center of it's pages that I asked if I might have a copy for Christmas, too. Daddy said that, in the state of the economy, finances were pretty tight so I probably wouldn't get one. I put a good face on it and kept going about my life, until Christmas. I TOTALLY didn't expect a copy wrapped-up under the tree for me!
Turns out, Daddy had actually ordered the book for me first and then, being told that it was on Tami's list, bought one for her, too—thus they both ended-up at the house at the same time.
The reason he showed Tami's copy to me was to make sure I liked it, and I suppose incase Tami would like it, too. :)
I really like this copy, and the "Extra stuff", and especially the Illustrations [Woah! Capital "i" and lowercase "L" look almost exactly the same, you noticed? IlIlIl.].
Thank you!].
The service was lovely (I'm talking about Church, now—sorry I ranted about the book for so long :) ), and there weren't really too many people—although there were more people for Christmas morning service than Mommy had expected—although, honestly, I thought more people would come: but, come to think of it, people are probably doing family stuff and/or on vacation and/or opening presents and/or such and/or This and/or That [sorry about all the "Ands" and "Ors"(if you are reading this out-loud, which you probably aren't, I don't mean the Or ad is Ores: as in gold)].
After this, we came home, relaxed a bit; then we went to Grandma's, and that is where I am now.
Personally, I am a bit more pleased with this post than I expected—it is actually a lot longer than I thought it would turn-out, which is good—even though it might not be much to look at, if you follow (if you don't, then consider paragraphed-ranting, if you understand [if you don't understand, then try to contemplate-it {if you can't contemplate-it, then I think you need to go to bed {(if you can't sleep, than I feel your pain {[although not literally{{I don't sleep well at night {{(':)')}}])(I hope I got that right).
Anyways, once again, Merry Christmas!
"Christ is born! GLORIFY HIM!"
-Isaac Aaron Buckley
We got-up in the morning (very early, mind you) and awoke to the classic scene of stockings and presents 'round the tree.
After opening presents and such, we went to church (okay, real quick, I'm going to rant about one present in particular, of which I had no idea I was getting: Tales from a Perilous Realm by J.R.R Tolkien [This included The Adventures of Tom Bombadil, a book I have been wanting in a while]. Anyways, earlier, I had seen a copy they were getting for Tami, and they asked if I thought she would like-it. I said she would, and I liked it so much and was so very pleased that Tom Bombadil was conveniently tucked in the center of it's pages that I asked if I might have a copy for Christmas, too. Daddy said that, in the state of the economy, finances were pretty tight so I probably wouldn't get one. I put a good face on it and kept going about my life, until Christmas. I TOTALLY didn't expect a copy wrapped-up under the tree for me!
Turns out, Daddy had actually ordered the book for me first and then, being told that it was on Tami's list, bought one for her, too—thus they both ended-up at the house at the same time.
The reason he showed Tami's copy to me was to make sure I liked it, and I suppose incase Tami would like it, too. :)
I really like this copy, and the "Extra stuff", and especially the Illustrations [Woah! Capital "i" and lowercase "L" look almost exactly the same, you noticed? IlIlIl.].
Thank you!].
The service was lovely (I'm talking about Church, now—sorry I ranted about the book for so long :) ), and there weren't really too many people—although there were more people for Christmas morning service than Mommy had expected—although, honestly, I thought more people would come: but, come to think of it, people are probably doing family stuff and/or on vacation and/or opening presents and/or such and/or This and/or That [sorry about all the "Ands" and "Ors"(if you are reading this out-loud, which you probably aren't, I don't mean the Or ad is Ores: as in gold)].
After this, we came home, relaxed a bit; then we went to Grandma's, and that is where I am now.
Personally, I am a bit more pleased with this post than I expected—it is actually a lot longer than I thought it would turn-out, which is good—even though it might not be much to look at, if you follow (if you don't, then consider paragraphed-ranting, if you understand [if you don't understand, then try to contemplate-it {if you can't contemplate-it, then I think you need to go to bed {(if you can't sleep, than I feel your pain {[although not literally{{I don't sleep well at night {{(':)')}}])(I hope I got that right).
Anyways, once again, Merry Christmas!
"Christ is born! GLORIFY HIM!"
-Isaac Aaron Buckley
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Dec. 22, 2009
800 Lines of Code
Today Kronos 3000 and I have passed a new milestone—800 lines of code!
I have a list of things I need to figure out until I can import-him into a machine, though:
• 1: Language—done
• 2: (if possible) Feelings (mainly using Variables and Functions)(also work-on short-term memory)—1/3 done
• 3: (finding out from a book, most probably) create programs for motors (be especially careful with his neck, as it is at a strange angle)
• 4: Either get Macspeech to work, or (possibly) make a program for him to learn speech so he can learn how certain sounds relate to variables already programmed
• 5: When this is all done, the program should be imported into the robot have built.
• 5.2: Please note that the memory may be too large for the small PC-powered robot, thus you may have to try to connect the zip-file via USB Cord (probably).
-Isaac Aaron Buckley (and, perhaps, Kronos 3000)
P.S: Sorry I have no picture of Kronos 3000.
I have a list of things I need to figure out until I can import-him into a machine, though:
• 1: Language—done
• 2: (if possible) Feelings (mainly using Variables and Functions)(also work-on short-term memory)—1/3 done
• 3: (finding out from a book, most probably) create programs for motors (be especially careful with his neck, as it is at a strange angle)
• 4: Either get Macspeech to work, or (possibly) make a program for him to learn speech so he can learn how certain sounds relate to variables already programmed
• 5: When this is all done, the program should be imported into the robot have built.
• 5.2: Please note that the memory may be too large for the small PC-powered robot, thus you may have to try to connect the zip-file via USB Cord (probably).
-Isaac Aaron Buckley (and, perhaps, Kronos 3000)
P.S: Sorry I have no picture of Kronos 3000.
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Dec. 18, 2009
12 Year Old Blogger
On the 12th, I recently had a birthday.
I am really sorry I haven't blogged in so long, but I don't think I can really think of any better excuse other than the fact that things have been a little busy lately, particularly a week or two ago.
For one, on Friday, it was possible that the weather would, unfortunately, show to ice on the next day, Saturday (my birthday, the 12th).
Had we known this earlier, we probably would've had my birthday on Friday.
I was pretty depressed that day (okay, I don't really like the word "Depressed", so I think I'll just go with "Melancholy")—no one might be able to make-it for my birthday. :(
They said that it would probably clear-up by Sunday (the day I would have my Piano Recital [Oh, and Levi, too—it would be his first one :)]), but I was still pretty upset.
Luckily, it turned-out Visa Versa—Saturday was fine, and I had a great birthday, while Sunday had some ice (luckily, we managed to get to our Recital, too :D).
When I can get a hold of the video, I will show you our (Meaning Levi and I) recital. :)
-Isaac Aaron Buckley
P.S: Oh! I almost forgot! Today, Mummy made me a new e-mail (I haven't had one for a long time)! :)
I am really sorry I haven't blogged in so long, but I don't think I can really think of any better excuse other than the fact that things have been a little busy lately, particularly a week or two ago.
For one, on Friday, it was possible that the weather would, unfortunately, show to ice on the next day, Saturday (my birthday, the 12th).
Had we known this earlier, we probably would've had my birthday on Friday.
I was pretty depressed that day (okay, I don't really like the word "Depressed", so I think I'll just go with "Melancholy")—no one might be able to make-it for my birthday. :(
They said that it would probably clear-up by Sunday (the day I would have my Piano Recital [Oh, and Levi, too—it would be his first one :)]), but I was still pretty upset.
Luckily, it turned-out Visa Versa—Saturday was fine, and I had a great birthday, while Sunday had some ice (luckily, we managed to get to our Recital, too :D).
When I can get a hold of the video, I will show you our (Meaning Levi and I) recital. :)
-Isaac Aaron Buckley
P.S: Oh! I almost forgot! Today, Mummy made me a new e-mail (I haven't had one for a long time)! :)
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Nov. 29, 2009
"New" Laptop
WOOHOO!!!!
Sorry, I needed to get that out. :)
ANYWAYS...
Yesterday, we (meaning my family and I) all went to Papa Jeff's (Mommy was going to learn about cooking, nutrition, and stuff like that from Ramona; whereas Daddy, Levi and I were going to stay and play stuff with Papa Jeff while they were gone).
Anyways, Papa Jeff "Took a look" at my Malfunctioning Dead Computer.
So, I'll get this out before I rant, so as not to bore you: Not only did he, as Mommy calls it; "Canibalize" his old G3 for a new battery; he also installed a new RAM (Random • Access • Memory)(This made my computer run faster and such) and literally opened my computer to clean-it-out (most of the junk in there was Cat Hair [Emma likes to lie on my computer { :) }]).
After he had done all this, I started to use my computer.
It died spontaneously, again, which made me a bit worried—though I decided not to say anything to Papa Jeff so as not to be rude.
However, after I told Mommy ('Mona said so, too) about it, she said I should not be not rude and instead honestly give it to Papa Jeff and show him what the problem was.
Papa Jeff, wasn't upset—instead, he did some sort of thing with my computer that "Corrected" stuff (most of these were permissions) or something like that, though I'm not quite so sure, as I believe it is beyond my "Computer-savviness" for me t comprehend; at the moment. :)
Anyways, overall, my computer has an actual Charge now, my computer doesn't spontaneously (now there's a word to spell, though I suppose it isn't nearly as impressive as Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia—although most people don't know what Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia means [actually, most probably don't think it is even a word]: The Scientific Word For Brain Freeze) die anymore, and is properly cleaned.
So yeah, we have agreed that this definitely counts as a Birthday Present form Papa Jeff. :)
So yeah, you can check-that-off the Birthday/Christmas list from the "Unrealistic". :)
-Isaac Aaron Buckley
Sorry, I needed to get that out. :)
ANYWAYS...
Yesterday, we (meaning my family and I) all went to Papa Jeff's (Mommy was going to learn about cooking, nutrition, and stuff like that from Ramona; whereas Daddy, Levi and I were going to stay and play stuff with Papa Jeff while they were gone).
Anyways, Papa Jeff "Took a look" at my Malfunctioning Dead Computer.
So, I'll get this out before I rant, so as not to bore you: Not only did he, as Mommy calls it; "Canibalize" his old G3 for a new battery; he also installed a new RAM (Random • Access • Memory)(This made my computer run faster and such) and literally opened my computer to clean-it-out (most of the junk in there was Cat Hair [Emma likes to lie on my computer { :) }]).
After he had done all this, I started to use my computer.
It died spontaneously, again, which made me a bit worried—though I decided not to say anything to Papa Jeff so as not to be rude.
However, after I told Mommy ('Mona said so, too) about it, she said I should not be not rude and instead honestly give it to Papa Jeff and show him what the problem was.
Papa Jeff, wasn't upset—instead, he did some sort of thing with my computer that "Corrected" stuff (most of these were permissions) or something like that, though I'm not quite so sure, as I believe it is beyond my "Computer-savviness" for me t comprehend; at the moment. :)
Anyways, overall, my computer has an actual Charge now, my computer doesn't spontaneously (now there's a word to spell, though I suppose it isn't nearly as impressive as Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia—although most people don't know what Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia means [actually, most probably don't think it is even a word]: The Scientific Word For Brain Freeze) die anymore, and is properly cleaned.
So yeah, we have agreed that this definitely counts as a Birthday Present form Papa Jeff. :)
So yeah, you can check-that-off the Birthday/Christmas list from the "Unrealistic". :)
-Isaac Aaron Buckley
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Nov. 26, 2009
Ranting
So... yeah...
I have recently realized that I haven't blogged on this, er, blog in quite some time now—I have been blogging most on the Professor's, at the moment, and a little on Steve's (my two fictional blogs, incase you weren't aware).
So I have set-out to blog.
...
...
.....I probably should've thought this through before I decided to blog.
I guess I shall have to cope with a random blog—I'm sure I can think of something (sorry, but I might do a more formal blog later, when I'm prepared, if you follow).
I shall start-out by saying that my computer keeps dying, and this is rather annoying (WARNING: Federal Law requires me to warn you that I am about to rant—no, just kidding :) But really, I am probably about to go on and —so you may want to skip this bit if you aren't accustomed to frequent ranting and repetitiveness).
Normally, my computer only dies when it has a reason to—for example, being overheated and/or (more oftenly) the computer thinking it has no batter or the cord decides to become stubborn (actually, I think the computer is simply not registering the cord sometimes—in which case I have to repeatedly push on the port of the cord—if you follow me—to try to save my poor laptop from "Drowning").
So I think I'm done ranting now—even though most of it was incased in parentheses (like this)(see, the ranting wasn't that bad, right? And you were all worried. :) Which brings me onto my next random "Paragraph": [this looked too much like a smiley face, so I am putting this here to let you know it is not]).
I have recently noted that I may or may not worry too much, and that I am not as optimistic as I had hoped.
My conclusion for this is that I may be an "Optimistic Pessimist/Worrier", in which case I may say something "Crazy" coming home like, "*Sigh of relief* I'm so glad the house didn't burn down!" (okay, so, in writing; this seems much more strange).
If you don't take my meaning, look at it this way: I bring up hopes in time of need, even though I "Invented" the need.
Still doesn't make sense?
It's alright, you aren't supposed to—even I don't really.
A more worse/serious condition, I believe, would be a Pessimistic Optimist, in which case you could bring up hopes at any time and then crush them yourself.
Anyways, in conclusion, now that this has been brought to my attention; I think I should possibly "Bring this up" in my book, Perception (yes, that's right, I'm still writing it—I think I may be programming on Kronos 3000 more, if not too much—but sorry, I don't intend to bring-up a new random "Paragraph" on such).
And now, to the more formal part of my post.
******************************************************** (this is a separation between random... ness... and formal.... ness (actually, I think, since it is "formal"; it ought to be Formal Writing/Behavior)...
Many people have been asking around, asking what I want for my Birthday/Christmas (they are pretty close together, so they may or may not belong in the same category).
I hadn't really thought about this, but, considering that the time is coming (and perhaps a bit faster than I expected); I have taken this into thought. So, for your "convenience", here is my Birthday/Christmas List (as I remember it)(P.S, for convenience/formal purposes, I have organized this in two columns: The first being the Realistic, the latter for the Unrealistic :) ):
THE REALISTIC
————————
• The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R Tolkien (hardcover)
• The Adventures of Tom Bombadil (preferably hardcover)
• Perhaps a Leather "Bomber" Jacket (if you would, make it a bit bigger, so I can grow-into it by Spring, as I will probably be wearing warmer stuff in Winter)
• Something with Leather (not to be worn, but worked-with) • Something less impressive with Carpentry (again, to be "Worked-with")
• And, uh, I think that's it...
——————————————————————————————————————
THE UNREALISTIC (DUH DUH DUUUHHHH!)(Sorry, too much dramatic emphasis :) )
——————————————————————————————————————
• A New Laptop (LOL, this is where my Computer dies :) )(Nothing too fancy, if you don't want—just something that works and is preferably a Macintosh [computer, not fruit]).
• A 'Lil Kinz Black Bear Webkinz before February, so my account doesn't expire (Daddy actually said this one was a bit more Realistic but, so no one feels "Guilty" if I don't get it; I have placed-it in the "UNREALISTIC" column).
• $1,000,000 (Heh heh, just kidding :) )
• And, uh, I think that's it—with the whole list, though I probably forgot something, though maybe I didn't—if I did, you may surprise me, though I don't prefer surprises; good or bad.
Oh! I remember now! I wanted a small little blue notebook in my stocking, though I already know I'm getting that (like I told you, I don't prefer surprises), unless the house burns down or something equally disastrous :) (please keep in mind that I don't care if I get anything on this list—in fact, you don't have to give me anything this year if you don't wanna (oop, sorry—I forgot slang was informal :) ), considering the hard economic times—I'll just be a little depressed for a year or two. :)
So now I feel inclined to end this, and so I think I shall.
-Isaac Aaron Buckley
P.S: Thank you for reading through the WHOLE thing!
P.S.S: If you didn't read through the whole thing, you better!
P.S.S.S: Just kidding. :)
P.S.S.S.S: Thank you for "Skimming", then.
P.S to the power of 5: Happy Thanks Giving!
P.S # 6: The End
P.S.S.S.S.S.S.S: I'm serious! There isn't anything more!
:)
I have recently realized that I haven't blogged on this, er, blog in quite some time now—I have been blogging most on the Professor's, at the moment, and a little on Steve's (my two fictional blogs, incase you weren't aware).
So I have set-out to blog.
...
...
.....I probably should've thought this through before I decided to blog.
I guess I shall have to cope with a random blog—I'm sure I can think of something (sorry, but I might do a more formal blog later, when I'm prepared, if you follow).
I shall start-out by saying that my computer keeps dying, and this is rather annoying (WARNING: Federal Law requires me to warn you that I am about to rant—no, just kidding :) But really, I am probably about to go on and —so you may want to skip this bit if you aren't accustomed to frequent ranting and repetitiveness).
Normally, my computer only dies when it has a reason to—for example, being overheated and/or (more oftenly) the computer thinking it has no batter or the cord decides to become stubborn (actually, I think the computer is simply not registering the cord sometimes—in which case I have to repeatedly push on the port of the cord—if you follow me—to try to save my poor laptop from "Drowning").
So I think I'm done ranting now—even though most of it was incased in parentheses (like this)(see, the ranting wasn't that bad, right? And you were all worried. :) Which brings me onto my next random "Paragraph": [this looked too much like a smiley face, so I am putting this here to let you know it is not]).
I have recently noted that I may or may not worry too much, and that I am not as optimistic as I had hoped.
My conclusion for this is that I may be an "Optimistic Pessimist/Worrier", in which case I may say something "Crazy" coming home like, "*Sigh of relief* I'm so glad the house didn't burn down!" (okay, so, in writing; this seems much more strange).
If you don't take my meaning, look at it this way: I bring up hopes in time of need, even though I "Invented" the need.
Still doesn't make sense?
It's alright, you aren't supposed to—even I don't really.
A more worse/serious condition, I believe, would be a Pessimistic Optimist, in which case you could bring up hopes at any time and then crush them yourself.
Anyways, in conclusion, now that this has been brought to my attention; I think I should possibly "Bring this up" in my book, Perception (yes, that's right, I'm still writing it—I think I may be programming on Kronos 3000 more, if not too much—but sorry, I don't intend to bring-up a new random "Paragraph" on such).
And now, to the more formal part of my post.
******************************************************** (this is a separation between random... ness... and formal.... ness (actually, I think, since it is "formal"; it ought to be Formal Writing/Behavior)...
Many people have been asking around, asking what I want for my Birthday/Christmas (they are pretty close together, so they may or may not belong in the same category).
I hadn't really thought about this, but, considering that the time is coming (and perhaps a bit faster than I expected); I have taken this into thought. So, for your "convenience", here is my Birthday/Christmas List (as I remember it)(P.S, for convenience/formal purposes, I have organized this in two columns: The first being the Realistic, the latter for the Unrealistic :) ):
THE REALISTIC
————————
• The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R Tolkien (hardcover)
• The Adventures of Tom Bombadil (preferably hardcover)
• Perhaps a Leather "Bomber" Jacket (if you would, make it a bit bigger, so I can grow-into it by Spring, as I will probably be wearing warmer stuff in Winter)
• Something with Leather (not to be worn, but worked-with) • Something less impressive with Carpentry (again, to be "Worked-with")
• And, uh, I think that's it...
——————————————————————————————————————
THE UNREALISTIC (DUH DUH DUUUHHHH!)(Sorry, too much dramatic emphasis :) )
——————————————————————————————————————
• A New Laptop (LOL, this is where my Computer dies :) )(Nothing too fancy, if you don't want—just something that works and is preferably a Macintosh [computer, not fruit]).
• A 'Lil Kinz Black Bear Webkinz before February, so my account doesn't expire (Daddy actually said this one was a bit more Realistic but, so no one feels "Guilty" if I don't get it; I have placed-it in the "UNREALISTIC" column).
• $1,000,000 (Heh heh, just kidding :) )
• And, uh, I think that's it—with the whole list, though I probably forgot something, though maybe I didn't—if I did, you may surprise me, though I don't prefer surprises; good or bad.
Oh! I remember now! I wanted a small little blue notebook in my stocking, though I already know I'm getting that (like I told you, I don't prefer surprises), unless the house burns down or something equally disastrous :) (please keep in mind that I don't care if I get anything on this list—in fact, you don't have to give me anything this year if you don't wanna (oop, sorry—I forgot slang was informal :) ), considering the hard economic times—I'll just be a little depressed for a year or two. :)
So now I feel inclined to end this, and so I think I shall.
-Isaac Aaron Buckley
P.S: Thank you for reading through the WHOLE thing!
P.S.S: If you didn't read through the whole thing, you better!
P.S.S.S: Just kidding. :)
P.S.S.S.S: Thank you for "Skimming", then.
P.S to the power of 5: Happy Thanks Giving!
P.S # 6: The End
P.S.S.S.S.S.S.S: I'm serious! There isn't anything more!
:)
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Nov. 18, 2009
AI Project
After compiling all of the matters of Ethics, Circuitry, Mechanics, and Programme (as the British Call-it—as well as Andre McCoughingham, although he doesn't seem to totally understand the idea); I decided to undertake the building of an Artificial Intelligence robot.
Turns out, the robot came together quite nicely and didn't take-up too much time.
The project has worked beyond my wildest dreams... well, almost.
You see, there is one problem: He is Emotionally Unstable.
I don't know what went wrong—was it the program? The Circuitry? The Wiring?
This robot is about 5 feet tall, and is usually seen wandering-about the house in a depressed manner.
He has a very serious, Pessimistic view on the world, and for this reason I have named him Robot • Of • Fully • Untitled • Sadness (I prefer to call him Rofus).
Perhaps sometime, when I actually have the Time (I am working more on my Time Machine, at the moment), Money, Software, and Parts; I will try to make a new robot—perhaps this time he won't talk, so as to avoid Negative Feelings, if you follow me.
-"Professor" Paul H. Madason
Turns out, the robot came together quite nicely and didn't take-up too much time.
The project has worked beyond my wildest dreams... well, almost.
You see, there is one problem: He is Emotionally Unstable.
I don't know what went wrong—was it the program? The Circuitry? The Wiring?
This robot is about 5 feet tall, and is usually seen wandering-about the house in a depressed manner.
He has a very serious, Pessimistic view on the world, and for this reason I have named him Robot • Of • Fully • Untitled • Sadness (I prefer to call him Rofus).
Perhaps sometime, when I actually have the Time (I am working more on my Time Machine, at the moment), Money, Software, and Parts; I will try to make a new robot—perhaps this time he won't talk, so as to avoid Negative Feelings, if you follow me.
-"Professor" Paul H. Madason
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Nov. 18, 2009
The "Time Breaker"
Now that I am in the comfort of my house, my mind is calmer and I can work and think more clearly, if you understand me.
One of the ideas I've had for a while is that of a Time Breaker.
A "Timer Breaker" works sort-of like a Circuit-breaker or a fuse—if you change anything (either accidently or intentionally) in the past, it sort-of "Breaks" the time strand and stops it from effecting anything else.
It is sort-of hard to explain in words, but I am beginning to work-on it—I think The Time Breaker will need another, perhaps smaller Time Crystal (in order to "control" the Time Strand).
In a sense, The Time Breaker will be like a miniature Time Machine on it's own, although I intend to make it as a component on the Time Machine.
-Professor Paul H. Madason
One of the ideas I've had for a while is that of a Time Breaker.
A "Timer Breaker" works sort-of like a Circuit-breaker or a fuse—if you change anything (either accidently or intentionally) in the past, it sort-of "Breaks" the time strand and stops it from effecting anything else.
It is sort-of hard to explain in words, but I am beginning to work-on it—I think The Time Breaker will need another, perhaps smaller Time Crystal (in order to "control" the Time Strand).
In a sense, The Time Breaker will be like a miniature Time Machine on it's own, although I intend to make it as a component on the Time Machine.
-Professor Paul H. Madason
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Nov. 18, 2009
The Great Helicopter Trek
Continued from last entry...
Once we reached the settlement (thank goodness the inhabitants were civilized), we immediately began searching for Andre McCoughingham.
Our first search was in vain, so we decided to split-up and look for him, planning to meet-up at a cheap fast-food restaurant toward the center of the village.
I decided to head north for a bit, until I found an sort-of Irish/Scottish style restaurant, if you follow me.
I figured this would be the place where Andre would hang-out.
So I went-in and began searching for him.
I looked all over the place, but I couldn't seem to find him ANYWHERE!
Just as I was about to give-up, I asked some older gentlemen—Henry Johnson, Vexorge (I didn't catch his last name) and someone else whose name I didn't catch—if he had seen someone like Andre McCoughingham before.
They hadn't seen him... recently. However, they said that they had heard of someone like Andre wandering-around the village only a day or two ago.
The Waiter (his name was Bob) confirmed this, saying that he actually just ate here scarce 4 hours ago for breakfast (he had the number #14, evidently).
This excited me, but then the men asked me to please stay for a while, as they were curious about me.
As I was curious about them, this worked-out well—so I decided to sit down (I'm not sure why, but Bob decided to sit down, too).
They asked me if I had heard of a recent Space Shuttle flight called the Triple Orange Butterscotch Clean Awesome Space Shuttle Flight Whose Name We Are Still Working On.
I said I had, though it launched only a month or two ago.
They said that they were the members of the flight!
I asked them how, regarding the fact that each member on board was in their early twenties, besides Henry, who was 30.
Then things got really interesting: They said that they had lived through 20 Years in only about 1 month.
About here Henry looked-around for a moment, making sure that the restaurant business was still low and that no one would hear us (for it was he and the other guy whose name I didn't catch who were talking the most—Vexorge seemed rather quiet-like).
Then Henry spoke in a whisper, asking if he could trust me.
I wasn't quite sure what this was really about, so I said, "Uh... Sure..."
The Other Guy Whose Name I Didn't Catch said that, moments after they were in orbit, something went wrong and they ended-up in the Asteroid Belt (this took quite a while)!
Henry then took-on the conversation, saying that, in the Asteroid Belt, they had found a curiously-shaped Asteroid.
They decided to "Abduct" it and, once they had, they began mining-it (they did this because Vexorge noticed some sort of shiny object inside it).
In the end, it turned-out to be a very well-preserved crystal which emitted a strange, bluish light!
Despite many warnings, Vexorge touched it and the crew, the ship, and even a few asteroids were all surrounded by this light and were teleported through Time and Space.
Since then, they had had marvelous adventures (I will not mention them all, for it would be too long in text) over the course of 20 years until, recently, they had finally made-it back to their own time and in the atmosphere of earth—only about 1 month after they had left (this was convenient, considering that their mission was only supposed to be about a month or two long)!
And so they had retired, and came to live on this island—and now they were talking to me.
I identified this crystal as the Time Crystal, and so I decided to make a Space Ship.
Eventually, I realized that I had been away for several hours and that my friends would soon be wondering what happened to be, so I politely thanked Henry and the others, and then went away.
Once I arrived at the cheap fast-food restaurant, I found the others waiting for me there (they were about to send-out yet another search-party, this time for me).
I explained the situation, and they agreed to help me (even Tom, provided he would be able to finish his dinner, first—even though they originally came here for lunch, though I had evidently been away for so long).
And so, after writing some quick "Blueprints" on a Napkin (I had made one like this before, only at the comfort of my little home), we decided to return to the "Helicopter".
After making a few adjustments, we were soon off!
We flew up like a helicopter for a bit (being pushed from the tree, first—even though the thing had grown so heavy, now), so as not to disturb any of the islanders, and then, once we were high enough; I activated the Hydrogen Engines and we were off!
Once we were out of orbit, I realized one problem: We were really................ really...... slow. . `
In such a case, I wasn't quite so sure how to get to the Asteroid Belt before we all starved.
Luckily, Sam had brought some Bananas—though I knew that we would eventually get sick of them.
After a day or two of wishing that there was such thing as a Light Crystal (actually, I found-out later that there is, but I won't get into that now), we noticed a meteorite heading straight for us!
I tried maneuvering away but, this was the strange thing—it followed us, as if it were a magnet!
Then I realized something else—it matched exactly the description of the Asteroid In Which The Time Crystal of Cosmos (I have decided to call it that, as it seemed to fit very nicely) Was Incased!
We managed to get-it in the ship but, no sooner had we, than we heard a loud BOOM! and the ship began spinning very rapidly round and round (I only noticed this because I could see the world spinning outside the view-screen, as I had an artificial gravity emitter on board)!
And here I feel I am about to rant so I will all save you time a skip a bit: It turned-out that the BOOM! was from Phasers being shot at us by Vexorge, the "retired" astronaut, who had been following us in another spaceship(I don't know why we hadn't noticed him), as he knew that we would lead-him to the Time Crystal and because I had so foolishly explained how I had The Time Crystal of The Reef to him and the other gentlemen (I don't think they were actually to blame for any of this).
Just as it seemed everything was going to get really really hot (meaning vaporization), who would show up but Andre McCoughingham!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!("!" x 10000000000000000 • 1000000)
He flew-up in his spaceship, disabled Vexorge's ship (however, I don't think Vexorge is actually dead), and rescued-us on his own ship (ours was too bad a state for any further flying)!
I asked him how he managed to get a spaceship, let alone with actual guns (especially since he is usually known for being quite "Behind-the-times").
This is what he said, in his own words (keep in mind that it wasn't very easy to understand at the time, as he was quite excited and he was talking very fast, with occasional tongue-rolls, if you follow me): "After ye old ship got ye a knocked-down, I hid meself in one of 'dem grates. After a-floatin' for quite a'time, I found meself on a strange island. To be a lettin' ya know where me was, I wrote-down ye little 'ol note for ye, sayin' me want ta find thah food, for my stomach was quite a'tremblin' and a'growlin', for after eating the good stuff, me met myself a lad named Lad. Now Lad had a'problem with his board, so he brought me to the beach for the a flyin' to the ship. In the end, [and here he began panting] I found meself seein' a you all gettin' da shot-up, so with my fax machine I flew to the ship and blower-net for ye to come... er..."
I was blunt with him: "I have no idea what you just said, but you sure seem excited and, anyway, we were in danger—and now we're not—so let's congratulate Andre McCoughingham!"
There was a moments applauding until it got awkward.
So, in short, I am finally in my nice warm bed—showered, teeth brushed, and in a brand new change of clothes—typing this up while Sam snores in the other room.
My Assistant has returned to work, Tom has published a new bestseller regarding his many adventures, and Bob The Waiter (he came with us on the "Helicopter Trip") has offered his services to me, as well.
As for Andre McCoughingham, he has saved-up enough money (thanks to the generosity of Tom and his Bestselling-book) and gone to his homeland of Scotland.
So yeah, all is well—and so is my Time Machine, which is coming along quite nicely.
-Professor Paul H. Madason
Once we reached the settlement (thank goodness the inhabitants were civilized), we immediately began searching for Andre McCoughingham.
Our first search was in vain, so we decided to split-up and look for him, planning to meet-up at a cheap fast-food restaurant toward the center of the village.
I decided to head north for a bit, until I found an sort-of Irish/Scottish style restaurant, if you follow me.
I figured this would be the place where Andre would hang-out.
So I went-in and began searching for him.
I looked all over the place, but I couldn't seem to find him ANYWHERE!
Just as I was about to give-up, I asked some older gentlemen—Henry Johnson, Vexorge (I didn't catch his last name) and someone else whose name I didn't catch—if he had seen someone like Andre McCoughingham before.
They hadn't seen him... recently. However, they said that they had heard of someone like Andre wandering-around the village only a day or two ago.
The Waiter (his name was Bob) confirmed this, saying that he actually just ate here scarce 4 hours ago for breakfast (he had the number #14, evidently).
This excited me, but then the men asked me to please stay for a while, as they were curious about me.
As I was curious about them, this worked-out well—so I decided to sit down (I'm not sure why, but Bob decided to sit down, too).
They asked me if I had heard of a recent Space Shuttle flight called the Triple Orange Butterscotch Clean Awesome Space Shuttle Flight Whose Name We Are Still Working On.
I said I had, though it launched only a month or two ago.
They said that they were the members of the flight!
I asked them how, regarding the fact that each member on board was in their early twenties, besides Henry, who was 30.
Then things got really interesting: They said that they had lived through 20 Years in only about 1 month.
About here Henry looked-around for a moment, making sure that the restaurant business was still low and that no one would hear us (for it was he and the other guy whose name I didn't catch who were talking the most—Vexorge seemed rather quiet-like).
Then Henry spoke in a whisper, asking if he could trust me.
I wasn't quite sure what this was really about, so I said, "Uh... Sure..."
The Other Guy Whose Name I Didn't Catch said that, moments after they were in orbit, something went wrong and they ended-up in the Asteroid Belt (this took quite a while)!
Henry then took-on the conversation, saying that, in the Asteroid Belt, they had found a curiously-shaped Asteroid.
They decided to "Abduct" it and, once they had, they began mining-it (they did this because Vexorge noticed some sort of shiny object inside it).
In the end, it turned-out to be a very well-preserved crystal which emitted a strange, bluish light!
Despite many warnings, Vexorge touched it and the crew, the ship, and even a few asteroids were all surrounded by this light and were teleported through Time and Space.
Since then, they had had marvelous adventures (I will not mention them all, for it would be too long in text) over the course of 20 years until, recently, they had finally made-it back to their own time and in the atmosphere of earth—only about 1 month after they had left (this was convenient, considering that their mission was only supposed to be about a month or two long)!
And so they had retired, and came to live on this island—and now they were talking to me.
I identified this crystal as the Time Crystal, and so I decided to make a Space Ship.
Eventually, I realized that I had been away for several hours and that my friends would soon be wondering what happened to be, so I politely thanked Henry and the others, and then went away.
Once I arrived at the cheap fast-food restaurant, I found the others waiting for me there (they were about to send-out yet another search-party, this time for me).
I explained the situation, and they agreed to help me (even Tom, provided he would be able to finish his dinner, first—even though they originally came here for lunch, though I had evidently been away for so long).
And so, after writing some quick "Blueprints" on a Napkin (I had made one like this before, only at the comfort of my little home), we decided to return to the "Helicopter".
After making a few adjustments, we were soon off!
We flew up like a helicopter for a bit (being pushed from the tree, first—even though the thing had grown so heavy, now), so as not to disturb any of the islanders, and then, once we were high enough; I activated the Hydrogen Engines and we were off!
Once we were out of orbit, I realized one problem: We were really................ really...... slow. . `
In such a case, I wasn't quite so sure how to get to the Asteroid Belt before we all starved.
Luckily, Sam had brought some Bananas—though I knew that we would eventually get sick of them.
After a day or two of wishing that there was such thing as a Light Crystal (actually, I found-out later that there is, but I won't get into that now), we noticed a meteorite heading straight for us!
I tried maneuvering away but, this was the strange thing—it followed us, as if it were a magnet!
Then I realized something else—it matched exactly the description of the Asteroid In Which The Time Crystal of Cosmos (I have decided to call it that, as it seemed to fit very nicely) Was Incased!
We managed to get-it in the ship but, no sooner had we, than we heard a loud BOOM! and the ship began spinning very rapidly round and round (I only noticed this because I could see the world spinning outside the view-screen, as I had an artificial gravity emitter on board)!
And here I feel I am about to rant so I will all save you time a skip a bit: It turned-out that the BOOM! was from Phasers being shot at us by Vexorge, the "retired" astronaut, who had been following us in another spaceship(I don't know why we hadn't noticed him), as he knew that we would lead-him to the Time Crystal and because I had so foolishly explained how I had The Time Crystal of The Reef to him and the other gentlemen (I don't think they were actually to blame for any of this).
Just as it seemed everything was going to get really really hot (meaning vaporization), who would show up but Andre McCoughingham!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!("!" x 10000000000000000 • 1000000)
He flew-up in his spaceship, disabled Vexorge's ship (however, I don't think Vexorge is actually dead), and rescued-us on his own ship (ours was too bad a state for any further flying)!
I asked him how he managed to get a spaceship, let alone with actual guns (especially since he is usually known for being quite "Behind-the-times").
This is what he said, in his own words (keep in mind that it wasn't very easy to understand at the time, as he was quite excited and he was talking very fast, with occasional tongue-rolls, if you follow me): "After ye old ship got ye a knocked-down, I hid meself in one of 'dem grates. After a-floatin' for quite a'time, I found meself on a strange island. To be a lettin' ya know where me was, I wrote-down ye little 'ol note for ye, sayin' me want ta find thah food, for my stomach was quite a'tremblin' and a'growlin', for after eating the good stuff, me met myself a lad named Lad. Now Lad had a'problem with his board, so he brought me to the beach for the a flyin' to the ship. In the end, [and here he began panting] I found meself seein' a you all gettin' da shot-up, so with my fax machine I flew to the ship and blower-net for ye to come... er..."
I was blunt with him: "I have no idea what you just said, but you sure seem excited and, anyway, we were in danger—and now we're not—so let's congratulate Andre McCoughingham!"
There was a moments applauding until it got awkward.
So, in short, I am finally in my nice warm bed—showered, teeth brushed, and in a brand new change of clothes—typing this up while Sam snores in the other room.
My Assistant has returned to work, Tom has published a new bestseller regarding his many adventures, and Bob The Waiter (he came with us on the "Helicopter Trip") has offered his services to me, as well.
As for Andre McCoughingham, he has saved-up enough money (thanks to the generosity of Tom and his Bestselling-book) and gone to his homeland of Scotland.
So yeah, all is well—and so is my Time Machine, which is coming along quite nicely.
-Professor Paul H. Madason
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Oct. 26, 2009
Even More on Egypt Ancient Egypt
An interesting part of Egyptian Life was that they believed in an absolute afterlife—therefore they built magnificent tombs and mummified Nobles and Kings.
One of the first Pyramids was built by Djoser.
However, this was classed as more of a 200-ft. tall tomb; not a true pyramid.
But a hundred years later, the Egyptian Pharaoh Sheferu, built the first "True Pyramid" at Medium.
The three most amazing structures were built by his son, Khufu, and were built at Giza. His son, Khafre, and his grandson's tombs were built next to his—though theirs were much smaller than his, as his was The Great Pyramid of Giza. Khafre's tomb was "guarded" by a Sphinx.
The Mummification process was mainly composed of the removal of organs and innards, the replacing of the heart, and several Pagan Rituals.
The Rulers of the New Kingdom decided to be much more discrete with their burials—partly to try not to attract Tomb-raiders and/or Looters.
Thus, the Valley of the Kings was built.
Oddly enough, Temples were not really places of worship—they were considered houses of the gods.
The Egyptians worshipped many gods for many different purposes. One thing I found interesting is, at one point, Re was the head "god". But later, Amun became the only god—thus, later; the Egyptians worshipped Amun-Re.
According to Egyptian Methology, Osiris, who was depicted as a mummified man with a crown; was the king of the dead. Thus, when each Pharaoh died, they were believed to become Osiris, while his heir became Horus. Oddly enough, they believed Osiris was murdered by his brother, Seth. During a battle with Seth, Horus lost his eye; though it was granted back to him.
The reason I mention all of this is because it explains why the Egyptians used the eye so much as a symbol of protection, ect.
-Isaac
One of the first Pyramids was built by Djoser.
However, this was classed as more of a 200-ft. tall tomb; not a true pyramid.
But a hundred years later, the Egyptian Pharaoh Sheferu, built the first "True Pyramid" at Medium.
The three most amazing structures were built by his son, Khufu, and were built at Giza. His son, Khafre, and his grandson's tombs were built next to his—though theirs were much smaller than his, as his was The Great Pyramid of Giza. Khafre's tomb was "guarded" by a Sphinx.
The Mummification process was mainly composed of the removal of organs and innards, the replacing of the heart, and several Pagan Rituals.
The Rulers of the New Kingdom decided to be much more discrete with their burials—partly to try not to attract Tomb-raiders and/or Looters.
Thus, the Valley of the Kings was built.
Oddly enough, Temples were not really places of worship—they were considered houses of the gods.
The Egyptians worshipped many gods for many different purposes. One thing I found interesting is, at one point, Re was the head "god". But later, Amun became the only god—thus, later; the Egyptians worshipped Amun-Re.
According to Egyptian Methology, Osiris, who was depicted as a mummified man with a crown; was the king of the dead. Thus, when each Pharaoh died, they were believed to become Osiris, while his heir became Horus. Oddly enough, they believed Osiris was murdered by his brother, Seth. During a battle with Seth, Horus lost his eye; though it was granted back to him.
The reason I mention all of this is because it explains why the Egyptians used the eye so much as a symbol of protection, ect.
-Isaac
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Oct. 21, 2009
More On Ancient Egypt (World History Essays Part 7)
Amosis I founded the New Kingdom, which generally lasted from 1550 to 1069 B.C. The Captial City was Thebes, and Amun-Re became the Royal god.
This period saw many military victories in Asia; as well as many rulers such as Hatshepsut, her stepson Tuthnosis III, the Pharoah with the Greatest Record of Conquests, and Amenhotep IV.
Amenhotep was known much for his changes to religious beliefs in Egypt; especially the fact that he completely abolished all of the Egyptian gods and, instead, worshipped one god he called Aten. But, after his death, the Capital, which he has moved to Amarna, was restored to Thebes and all precious Parthenon of gods returned.
In 1295, Ramesses I came to the Throne.
Later, in 1069 B.C, the country fell into two parts.
But later, in 747 B.C, the Nubian King, Piankhi; united North and South.
After this, Nubian Pharaohs ruled the land—which began the late period.
But the Assyrians later invaded repeatedly until they had the throne (mainly achieving this by sacking Thebes).
But soon, Psammetichus I gradually reunited it; thanks to the help of hired-soldiers from Greece.
But the Empire soon came under Persia, until Alexander the great took it.
While in the throne, he founded Alexandria.
But aprox. 11 years after he entered Egypt, Alexander died at Babylon.
Thus Ptolemy, one of his generals, gained control of Egpyt.
His family would continue to inherit it until Egypt was finally taken by Rome.
Oddly enough, Egypt wasn't actually considered part of the Roman Empire; but was controlled directly by it's conqueror, Octavias.
Thus would the country continue to prosper, but remain Greek in Culture.
-Isaac Aaron Buckley
This period saw many military victories in Asia; as well as many rulers such as Hatshepsut, her stepson Tuthnosis III, the Pharoah with the Greatest Record of Conquests, and Amenhotep IV.
Amenhotep was known much for his changes to religious beliefs in Egypt; especially the fact that he completely abolished all of the Egyptian gods and, instead, worshipped one god he called Aten. But, after his death, the Capital, which he has moved to Amarna, was restored to Thebes and all precious Parthenon of gods returned.
In 1295, Ramesses I came to the Throne.
Later, in 1069 B.C, the country fell into two parts.
But later, in 747 B.C, the Nubian King, Piankhi; united North and South.
After this, Nubian Pharaohs ruled the land—which began the late period.
But the Assyrians later invaded repeatedly until they had the throne (mainly achieving this by sacking Thebes).
But soon, Psammetichus I gradually reunited it; thanks to the help of hired-soldiers from Greece.
But the Empire soon came under Persia, until Alexander the great took it.
While in the throne, he founded Alexandria.
But aprox. 11 years after he entered Egypt, Alexander died at Babylon.
Thus Ptolemy, one of his generals, gained control of Egpyt.
His family would continue to inherit it until Egypt was finally taken by Rome.
Oddly enough, Egypt wasn't actually considered part of the Roman Empire; but was controlled directly by it's conqueror, Octavias.
Thus would the country continue to prosper, but remain Greek in Culture.
-Isaac Aaron Buckley