In the PS3 game, Final Fantasy XIII, there is a character called Galenth Dysley, aka Primarch of the continent of Cocoon.


Why has this only just occurred to me?

I also think his name sounds like that of one of the nerdy kids in Harry Potter.

Just saying.


Little Sci-Fi Niggles

1. Android Senses… I have just finished watching the final episode of the second season of Humans – which I have enjoyed enormously. I love the issues it has tackled and the way it has tackled them. But I have to ask… why is it that a ‘synth’ (one of the human-like androids in said TV show) can be stood a couple of feet away from another synth, and as long as it is quiet and there is a wall between them, the other synth is totally unaware of its presence? In today’s connected world (which Humans is clearly set in a virtually identical version of), surely it would be a standard feature for any kind of hi-tech, human-like android to be permanently ‘connected’ – to wifi, Bluetooth or some fictional version thereof – and thus have total awareness of its surroundings – in particular, the presence of other synths…?


“My highly advanced senses did not detect that you were behind that broken window!”

2. Sneaking… Related to the above, how is it possible, in any fictional technology-saturated universe, to ‘sneak’? You know, into somewhere important, where there are things worth stealing, like, for example, ooh I dunno, plans for the Death Star. Unless, of course, the ‘sneaker’ has some kind of hi-tech device which counteracts the hi-tech and, one would think, potentially lethal security of said location, thus effectively ‘cloaking’ their presence.


“Surely the security for the facility that contains the plans for the most advanced super weapon in the universe won’t be that tight?”

(I should note that I am quite a big fan of the Star Wars movies, which non-Wars fans may not have realised I referred to above – but I tend to see said films as a sort of science fiction/fantasy hybrid, wherein nothing can be presumed to be based on real, actual science.)

3. Transparency… On the evidence of uncountable sf movies and TV shows, it would seem that the next revolution in screen technology is transparency. Which, in my opinion, would be just annoying. Excepting, perhaps, reinforced walls/screens in, say, hospitals or prisons, why would you want to see what is behind your screen at the same time as what is on your screen? To me, this is the sort of technological advancement where cleverness supersedes practicality.


“Yay, I can now see all those wires and stuff!”

That’s it for now. I may think of some more later.

Too Much Poo

There are too many turds. A surfeit of shit. An excess of excreta. I don’t know how it happened or when. Correction: I basically know how it happened, but not how it came about that there was suddenly more of the stuff. And as to the when… recently. Over the last few weeks/months. This has occurred, according to my observational capacity, in the environs of the places of my home and work: those being, respectively, Hagley and Kidderminster (both being towns in the West Midlands, UK, for those who know not of such things). “Why?” is the question of puzzlement. I mean, why now? What has occurred? And do I have any theories regarding such? As to the latter, I posit suggestions thus:

1. It is a protest on the part of dog owners, secretly organised on a dark (dark brown…!) part of the Interweb.

2. It is a protest on the part of dogs, secretly organised on a dark (you know…) part of the Poocherweb.

3. Uh… that’s all I got… 😕

Thus and so.


At various points in time and space, on the Internet and elsewhere, I have expressed an adherence to the cause of Doubt.

Radicalism is dangerous. In all its forms. Radicalism arises from certainty.

“I am certain you are wrong, therefore I am certain of my right to destroy you.”

When have temperance and uncertainty caused wars?

If I am unsure of the reasons for engaging in conflict with you, then I am unlikely to engage in conflict with you.

That’s not to say that we shouldn’t have beliefs. Better, however, to temper our beliefs with…

“You may be right, but…”

Then again…

… I might be wrong.

Review of ‘The Man in the High Castle’ by Philip K Dick


The Man in the High Castle is… suggestive. Dick is a pre-digital master of virtual reality; or in older vernacular, alternative reality. Access to such may be acquired via narcotic means, technology or…? In High Castle, I’m not really sure.

High Castle is basically a slice of life. How would ‘modern’ (1960s) Americans live if Japan and Germany had won the Second World War? From the humdrum everyday existence up to the far-reaching context of international affairs. And what if, within this world, a small handful of people discovered an alternative? Would this alternative exist only in the mind of its imaginer? Or…?

Not to put too fine a spoiler on it, High Castle leaves you wondering. Which is Philip K Dick in a nutshell, really.


My Political Coordinates

And thus I am labelled. But what does it mean?

A couple of decades or so ago I was a ‘right lefty’ (pardon the pun). I have since veered towards the right. Does this mean I am destined to become a Right Wing Grandad, who decries all foreigners and denies the principles of his youth? I would like to think not. I would like to think that I will ‘end up’ gently circling the Centrepoint of Perfect Balance (because Absolute Perfection is, of course, impossible).

These divisions are… divisive. Between friends, nations, families, religions, any kind of social grouping you can think of. Division causes conflict, which is usually destructive. Shouldn’t we aim to heal, to understand, to tolerate, to compromise? Not to be equal; humanity (and beyond) is beautiful in its variety – but to seek a harmonious mix of political affiliations, races, gender preferences, religions (or lack of), taste in tapas and videogames.

I am tending towards thinking government should be like a parent – or parents – of either or both genders; but whatever the mix, there should be a balance of masculine and feminine, of maternal and paternal attributes. Parenthood is guiding, nurturing, a mix of control and freedom, but not too much of either. Discipline offset with reward, love and firm boundaries. Listening and considering, but asserting where necessary. This is not a perfect analogy – if the nation is the child and the government the parent(s)… well… it could be seen as patronising. But you get the idea!

Which is why I believe in Proportional Representation!