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Ok. So I’ve been looking at the numbers on Relativistic Kill Vehicles. For those of you who don’t know, a relativistic kill vehicle is a theoretical weapon (If you couldn’t get that from the name alone) that works off the simple principle of ramming one object into another at high speed. It’s the same as a bullet really. Just imagine that the bullet masses around one hundred thousand metric tonnes and it’s velocity is easiest to say in fractions of the speed of light (see .8”c”). So I did the math on this mother using the lowly kinetic energy formula K.E. = .5m*v^2=.5(200,000,000kg)*[(.8)(299000000m/s)^2] (of course using meters per second for velocity and kilograms for mass. Fuck Imperial units.) That gave me the joules created in the impact which was around 5.72*10^(24) joules. That is a massive amount of energy. That is a FUCK EVERYTHING amount of energy.
Thinking that maybe I was just being intimidated by the numbers and that maybe it wasn’t THAT much because, in terms of explosive yield, a metric tonne of TNT, when detonated, makes a bang produces about 4.184 billion (with a “b”) joules. I took that Fuck Everything number up there and divided it by the number a joules equal to a metric tonne of TNT going off giving me the yield tonnes or what we use to measure thermonuclear warheads. What I got was shocking. 1.37*10^(15) yield tonnes. To give you an historical example Little Boy, the bomb that leveled Hiroshima was 2.2*10^(4) or 22 thousand yield tonnes.
To put this simply a craft that masses one hundred thousand metric tonnes hitting a planetary surface at 80% of the speed of light would release an absolute minimum of 1.37 tehtrillion yield tonnes of impact force. Over 62 billion (once again, with a “b”) times the power of Little Boy. It could also be said as 67% of the energy released by the sun in one second.
If the human race ever encounter aliens, I hope we have these things first.
Your Signature Themes
SURVEY COMPLETION DATE: 07-19-2012
Many years of research conducted by The Gallup Organization suggest that the most effective people are those who understand their strengths and behaviors. These people are best able to develop strategies to meet and exceed the demands of their daily lives, their careers, and their families.
A review of the knowledge and skills you have acquired can provide a basic sense of your abilities, but an awareness and understanding of your natural talents will provide true insight into the core reasons behind your consistent successes.
Your Signature Themes report presents your five most dominant themes of talent, in the rank order revealed by your responses to StrengthsFinder. Of the 34 themes measured, these are your “top five.”
Your Signature Themes are very important in maximizing the talents that lead to your successes. By focusing on your Signature Themes, separately and in combination, you can identify your talents, build them into strengths, and enjoy personal and career success through consistent, near-perfect performance.
You look back. You look back because that is where the answers lie. You look back to understand the present. From your vantage point the present is unstable, a confusing clamor of competing voices. It is only by casting your mind back to an earlier time, a time when the plans were being drawn up, that the present regains its stability. The earlier time was a simpler time. It was a time of blueprints. As you look back, you begin to see these blueprints emerge. You realize what the initial intentions were. These blueprints or intentions have since become so embellished that they are almost unrecognizable, but now this Context theme reveals them again. This understanding brings you confidence. No longer disoriented, you make better decisions because you sense the underlying structure. You become a better partner because you understand how your colleagues came to be who they are. And counterintuitively you become wiser about the future because you saw its seeds being sown in the past. Faced with new people and new situations, it will take you a little time to orient yourself, but you must give yourself this time. You must discipline yourself to ask the questions and allow the blueprints to emerge because no matter what the situation, if you haven’t seen the blueprints, you will have less confidence in your decisions.
Command leads you to take charge. Unlike some people, you feel no discomfort with imposing your views on others. On the contrary, once your opinion is formed, you need to share it with others. Once your goal is set, you feel restless until you have aligned others with you. You are not frightened by confrontation; rather, you know that confrontation is the first step toward resolution. Whereas others may avoid facing up to life’s unpleasantness, you feel compelled to present the facts or the truth, no matter how unpleasant it may be. You need things to be clear between people and challenge them to be clear-eyed and honest. You push them to take risks. You may even intimidate them. And while some may resent this, labeling you opinionated, they often willingly hand you the reins. People are drawn toward those who take a stance and ask them to move in a certain direction. Therefore, people will be drawn to you. You have presence. You have Command.
“When can we start?” This is a recurring question in your life. You are impatient for action. You may concede that analysis has its uses or that debate and discussion can occasionally yield some valuable insights, but deep down you know that only action is real. Only action can make things happen. Only action leads to performance. Once a decision is made, you cannot not act. Others may worry that “there are still some things we don’t know,” but this doesn’t seem to slow you. If the decision has been made to go across town, you know that the fastest way to get there is to go stoplight to stoplight. You are not going to sit around waiting until all the lights have turned green. Besides, in your view, action and thinking are not opposites. In fact, guided by your Activator theme, you believe that action is the best device for learning. You make a decision, you take action, you look at the result, and you learn. This learning informs your next action and your next. How can you grow if you have nothing to react to? Well, you believe you can’t. You must put yourself out there. You must take the next step. It is the only way to keep your thinking fresh and informed. The bottom line is this: You know you will be judged not by what you say, not by what you think, but by what you get done. This does not frighten you. It pleases you.
You are fascinated by ideas. What is an idea? An idea is a concept, the best explanation of the most events. You are delighted when you discover beneath the complex surface an elegantly simple concept to explain why things are the way they are. An idea is a connection. Yours is the kind of mind that is always looking for connections, and so you are intrigued when seemingly disparate phenomena can be linked by an obscure connection. An idea is a new perspective on familiar challenges. You revel in taking the world we all know and turning it around so we can view it from a strange but strangely enlightening angle. You love all these ideas because they are profound, because they are novel, because they are clarifying, because they are contrary, because they are bizarre. For all these reasons you derive a jolt of energy whenever a new idea occurs to you. Others may label you creative or original or conceptual or even smart. Perhaps you are all of these. Who can be sure? What you are sure of is that ideas are thrilling. And on most days this is enough.
You play out alternative scenarios, always asking, “What if this happened? Okay, well what if this happened?” This recurring question helps you see around the next corner. There you can evaluate accurately the potential obstacles. Guided by where you see each path leading, you start to make selections. You discard the paths that lead nowhere. You discard the paths that lead straight into resistance. You discard the paths that lead into a fog of confusion. You cull and make selections until you arrive at the chosen path—your strategy. Armed with your strategy, you strike forward. This is your Strategic theme at work: “What if?” Select. Strike.
335737840 (Red Phister)
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For Every Turn There Must Be Another.
Spread The Justice.
This is your burning hand.
Its just heavier than air nerve gas.
One of the worst things that has happened since my laptop decided to drip brown goo that used to be it’s capacitors out is that I have been unable to write here. I miss it in a way. To as Walter Wellesley Smith said, “You simply sit down at the typewriter, open your veins” In my humble opinion there is no purer form of the English language than the written word. All there is is the language. You can’t look into the eyes of the person you’re hearing from. You can’t hear the delicate intonation of their voice. It is simply what they are saying. Eyes and voices can lie though the words being spoken are true. The written word is pure expression that can be understood by all literate persons.
I don’t fancy my self a great writer. Hell, I don’t even fancy myself a good writer. But in the literal sense of the word, I am a writer. I take pride in that. Writers shape our lives. They penned the Bible, Don Quixote, the Magna Carta, the US Constitution, and everything you’ve ever read. Writers entertain us more than any other occupation that has ever existed. More often than not, the true creativity comes from writers. In a real way, a writer is trying to take the image and understanding that they have in their minds, and using only visual marks arranged in specific ways, transfer those intangible things into the minds of others that may not even be born yet. That’s pretty incredible.
With all the other forms of media in the world it is easy to forget the oldest and most utilitarian. Writing isn’t flashy or glitzy and you have to put a lot of faith in the imagination of the reader, but that’s part of the fun of it. Movies don’t match up. Almost everyone I’ve met has said the words, “The book was better.” Why? Because a book gives you an outline, and lets your mind fill in the rest. A director’s interpretation of will never been as grand as your own personal theater in your mind. The monster never more terrifying. The romance never more deep. In short, the scenes never as good. It’s why, in my experience at least, good screenwriters are terrible novelists.
Remember also that history is important. Great men and grandiose deeds make history. It is the writer that ensures we remember it.
I just woke up and had to write this bad boy down before I forgot it.
It started with my friend Dave and I in 1920’s Shanghai. We were dressed in modern day finery driving a model T ford from various night clubs, and not getting along with anyone. After getting thoroughly inebriated and seeing and old flame of mine that had a venus fly trap grafted to her head, Dave decided to get me addicted to cocaine. We drive around asking cops where we could score come coke. The police officers were surprisingly accommodating in this endeavor. We find ourselves at a really skinny guys house that was made out of toy power wheel cars. Dave talks to this guy and he produces a baggy that has a tiny amount of the white powder we seek. Dave then whips out a wad of cash amounting around $450 and is about to hurl it at the skinny Chinese coke dealer when I step in.
“No man! That is way too much money to pay for that! We’ve got tommy guns. Waste the bastard and take it.” I open up with a Thompson that I got out of the back of the model T and take our prized cocaine. After the stuttering death bark of my submachine gun subsides, a sound track of swing music comes on in the model T and we ride around Shanghai shooting up British soldiers and drug dealers stealing their cocaine and one particularly large bag of heroine.
After our 3 and half hour murder spree we end up at my parents old house and stashing our ill gotten gains in my brother’s closet. My brother freaks out about our treasure trove of drugs and all I can tell him is we killed a lot of people for this and it would upset Dave if we threw them all out.
I’ve been unemployed for a little over three weeks now, the job search is leading me head first into brick wall after brick wall. Thank god I have an XBOX or I’d be going bonkers. Today, after helping a friend of mine conquer a giant spider in her crawlspace and repair the ducts under her house, I was driving home and was wondering how I was going to go about building my next Fallout: New Vegas character. It was then that I was disgusted with myself.
My game system. My magical “anti-boredom” spell. My complete lack of motivation to improve my own fucking life. I’m not blaming my XBOX for being there. It’s doing exactly what I want it to and precisely what it was designed for. The damnation lies solely on my shoulders. I’ve sent in application after application for a job, and then sit and play my box long into the night, fiance sleeping fitfully on the bed we share. I wake up, too late to actually head out. I have no idea what the fuck else I’m supposed to do.
BTW, I’m not asking for advice.
… In the miniscule town of Worthington, Indiana. Two people could see every building in this town in about 2 hours. It’s awesome. Everyone I’ve talked is nice, but overly so. This town has no stop lights. None. I could see myself retiring to a place like this. Friendly, but reserved.
Have you ever strolled through a run down abandoned house? I almost see the home it once was. Feel the laughter and love and anger and sadness that once rang through these halls. This was more than a shelter against the elements. This place was once cherished. This place housed dreams. I can’t help but look around at the ruined walls, paper still hanging, and think about the family who used to dwell here.
I’ve not posted here in quite a while. Part of the reason is that my computer took a massive, diarhetic shit all over itself. The other side is that my muse hasn’t visited me recently. I’m not complaining considering I write best during times of rage, frustration, and despair. I won’t say I’m exactly content. There’s always something that’s not right, but nothing has happened lately that forces my passions to boil over in a froth of hate. I’m happy.
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