The Next Great Sci Fi Novel

I’ve been pondering the chances of stumbling across the ability to write the next great Sci Fi novel. I like to imagine the world renown I’d have after penning this masterpiece. The glory, the fame, the movie opportunities. Then I think about how dickish Sci Fi fans can be; the treatment of Lucas for example, the tragedy of making Sci Fi films. Of course, I don’t think I could ever do it. Sci Fi isn’t my genre of love. I’d rather write a surrealist piece or something vaguely dehumanizing. Oh to dream about being the next great writer. Perhaps, I should try and write a short story a week. I think I shall. So, to my reader watch out.

Setting Up a Ubuntu 12.10 Server

I am currently working on setting up a server running Ubuntu 12.10 Serve Edition. I am having the worst luck. I’ll get something up and running and do a restart to find it no longer working. For instance, I am using a program called Synergy on my Laptop and Main Desktop. This works great, the server and client protocols launch when each system boots up. On Ubuntu, no such luck. The client or server protocol only launch after log in, which requires me to unplug the keyboard, log into Ubuntu. Then because Synergy hates me using Ubuntu, I have to cli and reinstall Synergy to get the protocols to launch. At which point, it finally works.¬† So now, I am using my Laptop keyboard and trackpad to control both it and the Desktop. I have the mouse and keyboard plugged into the PC running Ubuntu.
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It is things like this that negate how easy it is to switch from Windows/OSX to Linux and this is with one of the easiest Linux Distros out there. Imagine how much harder it would be with one of the more advanced distros. I am determined to get this working. I don’t care how long it takes me, I will succeed. Any pointers, tips, helpful insight is useful. I’m following this guide from Canonical: Ubuntu Server 12.1

I’m installing the following packages straight out:
LAMP Server
Samba File Server
This is because I need to be able to remote access the server ( I won’t be on site where it is going ) and several Windows based machines will be backing up to it.

Saying Goodbye

The dates are fuzzy, so mind this.

One night in October of 2002 ( I think it was around the 20th ), my family had a dinner at Paul’s Place ( Click and go eat here for me ) in Merced, California. It was awesome. We had the whole restaurant just about. All of our friends were there. From the Osbourne’s to the Neal’s. We had the Brays from Atwater there too, which was great. I can still look back on that night and smile knowing that so many people would miss us.

After spending like 3 hours at Paul’s, everyone headed up to the Train Station, where we would say our final goodbyes and the end of my American Adventure.

So before I continue:

I just want to say that I miss everyone and love you all so much, especially the following:

Robyn Blackwell, James Bray, Donny Bray, Dawna Bray and Vicky Bray, Elizabeth McCarthy, Samantha Rodrigues¬† ( even though you didn’t come ), the Osbourne Clan, The Neal’s, and well everyone.

We traveled by train from Merced to Mount Shasta ( Click and follow along ). I slept the whole time pretty much. I was also being a little emo bitch cause I was leaving a place I’d finally figured out where I belonged. When I woke up, I was informed that a train had derailed and we’d been sitting there for 4 hours already ( Yeah, I woke up at like 11 am ). We were then informed that buses would be taking us from Mt Shasta to Spokane, Washington, a trip that would take 11 hours, we had to be there in 8.

So, the bus drivers tag teamed that bitch and drove as fast as they could so that we didn’t miss our next train across the top of the United States. We made it. In fact, we got there with like 30 minutes to spare. Go us. From Spokane we traveled to Chicago. In Chicago, we had about 3 hours. This afforded us enough time to run out of the station, through the traffic and up this little building Chicago likes to show off.

I’ve been up this

Side Note: I’ve slept all the way from Spokane to Chicago, except for the rare occasion I woke up and was all ‘Umm, where are we? I’m hungry’ Pretty slack I know, but I was being an emo bitch!

After leaving Chicago, we carried on towards my favorite city behind San Francisco. NEW YORK CITY!

Oh, and we passed by this place:

Semper Fi

We arrived in New York City on a Friday, I know this because I do? We had until Sunday before we flew to some shit little European Country that I may or may not originally have come from.

In New York, we had New York pizza. And went to the following images:

Such an amazing place

We met this guy there:

Not really naked, is he?

Microsoft had taken over an area for an event.


Such an amazing view

So close to Lady Liberty.

There were many more places we managed to visit in New York City, but nothing like what we saw when we went to this place:

A moment of Silence

What we saw in October 2002

After a wonderful 72 hours in New York and an amazing 7 years in the United States, I left. I flew from John F Kennedy Airport to Heathrow Airport, London,England.


A couple days ago, I wrote about how I was going to analysis The Dark Knight Trilogy ( the second best trilogy behind Star Wars ). This post is just an overview of what I’ll be looking at within the context of each film and some of the themes I will explore.

Batman Begins:

* Relationship between Batman and Bruce Wayne

* What Ra’s Al Ghul represents

* The character arcs of Batman and Bruce Wayne

* The difference between Batman and Bruce Wayne

* The importance of Alfred and Lucius on Bruce Wayne


The Dark Knight

* The struggle of Batman

* What the Joker represents

* The importance significance Batman’s exile from Gotham


The Dark Knight Rises

* The rebirth of Batman

* What Bane represents

* Other things that will be revealed later on.

I’ll also do one post on the overall structure of the films and how they connect to each other. I’ll explain my theory of how they work together and separately.


No, I don’t. Well, let me clarify. I am unemployed. However, I am fortunate that I know people who need someone to paint buildings for them. This allows me to earn some money. I do wish I had proper employment but until that point, this is good enough.

There is a downside. I don’t get paid unless I work and since it has been raining for the last 3 weeks, I haven’t made any money. This sucks and it makes things hard. Luckily, I worked today and it looks like I have picked up another job for the future.

Now, I tell you this so that you know why I have all this free time and am online constantly. If you were wondering….oh you were? How nice.


Holy shit. I just updated my movie wishlist ( Clickable people ). I think it grew a little bit. Yes, I know there are duplicates. I want those movies on DVD and Blu Ray, but damn, I want them now. Perhaps, I should take up donations so that I can buy them all? Or get Movie Sponsors. YEAH! You should sponsor my movie habit, which will be good if you are in the US, cause $1 US is like $100 NZ. So, how about it? Or you can just say what movie you will buy for me.

I know there are graphic novels in there and some books, but I want the movies first. I’ll just sit here and wait for you to….what? You want me to write reviews? I dunno. Do they have to be long? Okay, maybe but you have to promise to buy me the movies. Deal? Deal.

From Cali to NZ

I was talking to a friend from California about how the 10 year anniversary of what would have been our graduation is coming up. We’d have graduated in 2004, except for things that took us in different directions. I don’t know her story but I do know my. So, I have decided to tell you my story. Well, what I can remember.

Around Christmas of 2001/2002 my parents informed me that we would be leaving California for some far off place known only as New Zealand. No seriously, New Zealand is a very far off place, fucking 12 hours by plane. Not that I came straight here, but that is another story. So, I spent the rest of my Sophomore year knowing that I’d be leaving during my Junior year. As such, I became pretty slack in my school work. Especially, during the 3 months I had during my Junior year. I regret this so much. I regret much of how I behaved in High School, mostly my grades. I don’t regret meeting and knowing all my awesome friends.

I left California around Halloween in 2002 and traveled across the country to NYC and then onto England for a couple weeks. Once we’d arrived in New Zealand, it was too late in the school year to register for school ( by then it was mid November and school got out for Summer less than 3 weeks later ). This allowed me to have my second longest summer break ever, well, winter/summer break thing.

I didn’t fit in to the established High School circles in New Zealand. Hell, I was rebelling against being there cause honestly, fuck that shit. I didn’t want to be there. I got in trouble with the Vice Principal before I even had enrolled. True story. I couldn’t understand the uniform requirements. I could wear shorts and long socks in summer and trousers in winter, but I couldn’t wear trousers all year round. I questioned them and showed that long socks and the shorts left a gap of less than 1 inch of visible skin. Therefore, I reasoned that wearing trousers all year round should be allowed. It wasn’t. Like I said, fuck that shit.

School started and I honestly didn’t want to be there. I hated every moment. I didn’t get on with many people there including teachers but mostly the Vice Principal and Principal. I was a bit of a thorn in their side. I didn’t care. I do know that whatever relationship we had broke down over the treatment of my little sister in regards to her being bullied.

It began a couple weeks after we started. My little sister was picked on by a group of boys, about 3 – 5 of them. She did everything that the school required as per it’s No Bullying Policy. This meant telling teachers, the Vice Principal and etc. They did nothing. It lasted longer than it should have. This culminated in my suspension from school.

One day, as I walked to one of my classes, I overhead a boy say something about my sister. Without thinking I turned around and walked up to the little punk and told him what was on my mind. Unfortunately, he had his friends around and felt they would back him up. So, I grabbed him and throw him across the walkway against the wooden barrier. Without his friends, he probably started pissing his pants. He was scared, I could see it in his eyes. At this point, his teacher tried to start prying me off him. His teacher being a little woman older than God.

Once I got back to school ( I only got one day off but because it was a Friday = 3 day Weekend ), I knew I had to leave. I just didn’t expect to leave in the way I did.

I eventually left school in August of 2003. This is ( I like to say a mutual agreed arrangement ) due to being expelled. One day, I might let you all know why I was expelled but for now just know that I was.

Sometimes, I think I’d like to go back and re do High School but I only get as far as coming to New Zealand. I don’t think I would continue my education once I got here. So, I reminisce about my days of High School in California with my friends that I love and miss. I remember all the fun we had hanging out on the Hill, ditching classes, going to OCAR, having Saturday School and so much more. I think back to hanging out downtown during the Summer, especially in front of Starbucks and the Mainzer. Man, I miss those days.