OK, so the Froggies seem to have drowned for the moment. P'raps we'll get back to them p'raps not.
I have two stories that are out and about. One has already gathered one rejection slip, and been fired off to another market, the other is still pending with its first target.
All total, I currently have over 50 stories being worked on as I have time and energy. Working 12+ hours per day, six days per week does not leave much in the way of attention, energy, or creativity to write with. Today is a rare Saturday off, only because we had one large job scheduled today that got rained out (can't drive an 80,000 lb concrete truck into a muddy area that pickup trucks gets bogged down in).
With that said . . . er, written . . . whatever, I now return to my writing--with occasional forays into the realm of Mafia Wars on my Facebook page. *sighing* Ah, all the little distractions that plague us.
18 September, 2010
09 March, 2010
BUGS! BUGS! BUGS!
Cuss! Hiss! Spit!
There I was, happily writing along, when it hit me . . .
Ink? What a dorkfish! They would not write with ink—nor would they have paper. Bad writer! *smacking forehead hard with open palm* Bad! Bad!
I’m still thinking in a land-based way. The whole story has to go below the sea and all the ways our normal items would be adapted in their way of doing things.
So—how do we fix this? For their ancient scrolls, I would imagine they used rolled up pieces of their local version of kelp. No worries there. Slime something on it to keep it from dissolving in the water. “I’m done writing this scroll, someone hand me a slug…”
But they would not have ink—oh, all right—they have ink. Squids and octopus have ink. But they would not write with it.
Poke holes in the kelp? This would work—but imagine how difficult it is to put all their nuances of color and scent down in holes on a piece of seaweed? How many different shades of red can you think of? Now create a letter mark for each one. So we now have 50,000,000 versions of the letter A (as an example). Now how many shades of orange can you think of? Create a letter mark for each of those. Move along to yellow . . . then green . . . blue . . . our alphabet is getting larger.
But they also use scent as accents to their speech for emotions and punctuation, and whatnot. How do we add those? Do we add points the way the Hebrews do in their language? Sure, why not? So we have the main mark, and then the scent accent point around it. Works.
But would they really have that many letters? No. Each color represent a word, not a letter. So we could get by with a mark in the kelp for the primary and secondary colors, then black and white, and scent points. Three primary, three secondary, plus two more for black and white . . . how many scents would we have? Skip those for now. We’ll have a total of 8 letters for the colors, and they add more or less to create the nuances of the various shades of a color. That’d be a whole lot of letters.
No wonder Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle is using her visual pad with actual colors now (and realistic scents!) instead of Ye Olde Kelp Scrolls.
There I was, happily writing along, when it hit me . . .
I, One-eyed Black did set this down in me own hand of this account. This be me mark of me name made with me own hand in ink: X
Ink? What a dorkfish! They would not write with ink—nor would they have paper. Bad writer! *smacking forehead hard with open palm* Bad! Bad!
I’m still thinking in a land-based way. The whole story has to go below the sea and all the ways our normal items would be adapted in their way of doing things.
So—how do we fix this? For their ancient scrolls, I would imagine they used rolled up pieces of their local version of kelp. No worries there. Slime something on it to keep it from dissolving in the water. “I’m done writing this scroll, someone hand me a slug…”
But they would not have ink—oh, all right—they have ink. Squids and octopus have ink. But they would not write with it.
Poke holes in the kelp? This would work—but imagine how difficult it is to put all their nuances of color and scent down in holes on a piece of seaweed? How many different shades of red can you think of? Now create a letter mark for each one. So we now have 50,000,000 versions of the letter A (as an example). Now how many shades of orange can you think of? Create a letter mark for each of those. Move along to yellow . . . then green . . . blue . . . our alphabet is getting larger.
But they also use scent as accents to their speech for emotions and punctuation, and whatnot. How do we add those? Do we add points the way the Hebrews do in their language? Sure, why not? So we have the main mark, and then the scent accent point around it. Works.
But would they really have that many letters? No. Each color represent a word, not a letter. So we could get by with a mark in the kelp for the primary and secondary colors, then black and white, and scent points. Three primary, three secondary, plus two more for black and white . . . how many scents would we have? Skip those for now. We’ll have a total of 8 letters for the colors, and they add more or less to create the nuances of the various shades of a color. That’d be a whole lot of letters.
No wonder Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle is using her visual pad with actual colors now (and realistic scents!) instead of Ye Olde Kelp Scrolls.
08 March, 2010
No Bugs, Just Froggies
Alrighty, then! It’s been how long since I picked up with the Garum? Close to a month now, I believe. I’m going to ignore all the fixes I need to think about and just write, tonight. We’ll bug fix and straighten out rough patches some other time.
Oh, and for those of you who have not been with us since the first post, I’m in the process of idea bashing a story about an aquatic race of frog-like aliens that live on an exomoon orbiting a gas giant in a binary star system.
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Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle tapped a few dimples on her electric notepad and began to re-read the entry for the who-knows-how-many-umpteenth time.
I, One-eyed Black, do set this down in me own hand of the account where I poked me head Up.
I wasn’t looking to go Up. No, not at all. I was just going after a large swarm of shrimps. Was me turn at the hunts. But they swimmed up. So I followed. Next I knowed, I was at Up.
“Wot’s out yonder?” I thinked aloud. So I poked me head Up. Pain! Oh, the pain! Me eyes were stung by biting little bits of stuffs. No life-givin’ water in Up. No, not at all! It was like a giant bubble. But who knowed that a bubble would have that much angry in it? It angried about me face. It angried about me shoulders. It angried about me eyes. I could not keep me eyes open. So I swimmed down.
But afore I did, I spotted spots in Up. Little bright white spots, like sparks. And Up was dark off to the side. Not Blue like it always is. No, not at all! Was dark, like down a hole. But with bright sparks. Not on rock. No, not at all! In Up’s Up, where it be Blue and not Blue but dark.
I blinked. And blinked. Me eyes stopped hurting. I thoughts of going back Up to see more of these sparks—but that angry bubble made me careful of opening me eyes in Up again.
Shrimps swimmed by. I remembered me task, so I followed. Was a good hunt. Killed many many of many shrimps. The tribe was very happy with me for good hunt of shrimps.
I, One-eyed Black did set this down in me own hand of this account. This be me mark of me name made with me own hand in ink: X
Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle leaned back, looking at the image of his hand print in ink at the end of the account and pondered once more about those sparks of light One-eyed Black found in Up. What could they be? Were there more tribes of Garum in Up? Ones that found out how to live in the Angry Bubble? What was in the Angry Bubble that bit his eyes? This “stuffs” that bit in to his eyes, face, and shoulders. What would float in a bubble that could do that? They were not going Up at the same place where One-eyed Black did. No one knew where that was, but since he had been after shrimp, there was no way it would be near rocks like they were now. Would the Angry Bubble still be angry here by the rocks? Or was it only angry in the Wide Open where One-eyed Black would have gone Up?
She shook herself to clear her thoughts, placing the notepad back in the protective cover she had made for it. In a single sleep time they would find out. There was no use brooding over it for now. Soon. Soon she would follow One-eyed Black and go Up.
Oh, and for those of you who have not been with us since the first post, I’m in the process of idea bashing a story about an aquatic race of frog-like aliens that live on an exomoon orbiting a gas giant in a binary star system.
Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle tapped a few dimples on her electric notepad and began to re-read the entry for the who-knows-how-many-umpteenth time.
I, One-eyed Black, do set this down in me own hand of the account where I poked me head Up.
I wasn’t looking to go Up. No, not at all. I was just going after a large swarm of shrimps. Was me turn at the hunts. But they swimmed up. So I followed. Next I knowed, I was at Up.
“Wot’s out yonder?” I thinked aloud. So I poked me head Up. Pain! Oh, the pain! Me eyes were stung by biting little bits of stuffs. No life-givin’ water in Up. No, not at all! It was like a giant bubble. But who knowed that a bubble would have that much angry in it? It angried about me face. It angried about me shoulders. It angried about me eyes. I could not keep me eyes open. So I swimmed down.
But afore I did, I spotted spots in Up. Little bright white spots, like sparks. And Up was dark off to the side. Not Blue like it always is. No, not at all! Was dark, like down a hole. But with bright sparks. Not on rock. No, not at all! In Up’s Up, where it be Blue and not Blue but dark.
I blinked. And blinked. Me eyes stopped hurting. I thoughts of going back Up to see more of these sparks—but that angry bubble made me careful of opening me eyes in Up again.
Shrimps swimmed by. I remembered me task, so I followed. Was a good hunt. Killed many many of many shrimps. The tribe was very happy with me for good hunt of shrimps.
I, One-eyed Black did set this down in me own hand of this account. This be me mark of me name made with me own hand in ink: X
Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle leaned back, looking at the image of his hand print in ink at the end of the account and pondered once more about those sparks of light One-eyed Black found in Up. What could they be? Were there more tribes of Garum in Up? Ones that found out how to live in the Angry Bubble? What was in the Angry Bubble that bit his eyes? This “stuffs” that bit in to his eyes, face, and shoulders. What would float in a bubble that could do that? They were not going Up at the same place where One-eyed Black did. No one knew where that was, but since he had been after shrimp, there was no way it would be near rocks like they were now. Would the Angry Bubble still be angry here by the rocks? Or was it only angry in the Wide Open where One-eyed Black would have gone Up?
She shook herself to clear her thoughts, placing the notepad back in the protective cover she had made for it. In a single sleep time they would find out. There was no use brooding over it for now. Soon. Soon she would follow One-eyed Black and go Up.
07 February, 2010
I Smell the Smelly Smell of Something Smelly!
Recently, Ed, one of my fans of the Blog, stated that I should come up with some way to get the froggies into space without a ship.
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Now where’s the story in that? I wanted the problems associated with lifting all that water up not only up from the depths, but breaching the surface, and then higher into the atmosphere, and ultimately out of the gravity well, and into space itself. No space warps, wormholes, or hyperspace for these little froggies!
He did, however, bring up a good point. Since they are aquatic and breath the water they live in, they also would defecate (and urinate) in their breathing supply. Yum-o!
“What’s that smell/taste?” Everyone turned and glared at Ecru-Dandelion. He gave a half-smile.
“Dude. Seriously?”
“Soz.”
“That’s fifteen times in the past half hour. Once more and you’re on permanent EVA duty!”
So no bean burritos here! But that does bring up the problem of producing an air scrubber (water scrubber actually—but you get the idea.). Would they have carbon? Probably not. No fire—no burn substance to filter the water through. Sand? Sort of like the under gravel filters we’ve had in prior aquariums? Yes, I have an aquarium—my wife’s 20 gallon long. Yes, I look over my shoulder at it from time to time as I write this. No, I don’t have any African Dwarf Frogs (aquarium frogs). Just fish. Yes, it is fresh water and the Garums live in salt water, so there will be differences. Salt water . . . what takes nastiness out of salt water? Suspension feeders! But we couldn’t have a bunch of krill floating around, getting in the way. So we’d need a sessile suspension feeder. Barnacles! (Our ship just got crustier…) They would filter out “floaters” that would foul the water. The Garums, of course, would selectively breed a more effective barnacle that weighs less than the original product—and does not breed/spread in such a prolific manner as to take over the whole inside of the ship. They would also probably come up with some substance that if spread in a thin layer where the Garum don’t want the barnacles to grow would inhibit them from attaching in those unwanted places, just to be on the safe side.
But what about urine? That causes lots of problems with ammonia and other toxins in the water. So we’d need a biological filter. You have to be able to cycle the ammonia (NH³ or NH³+4) into nitrites (NO²) and then into nitrates (NO³). We’d need some type of beneficial bacteria to help in this process, but they’d need some place to grow. So we’d need a rocky surface that is porous where they (the bacteria) would be able to live, yet be out of the way. Again, we’re adding more mass to the ship.
And we haven’t even come up with an engine concept yet . . . we’re still just filling out life support. We also have to provide sustenance. Do they have refrigeration? They certainly can’t have dried stores. Or do they carry it live? If so, there’s more mass—plus the mass for the food for their food. And the mass for the food for the food for that food. Eventually we’re going to get to a point where it is a plant that just needs photosynthesis for food. But in the dark of space, where do you get the sunlight for that? Will their synthetic light from their bioluminescence be adequate for their purpose? Will they be capable of creating a power source capable of lifting this massive ship into the stars? Will they invent an aquatic Beano before Ecru-Dandelion gets lynched?
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Now where’s the story in that? I wanted the problems associated with lifting all that water up not only up from the depths, but breaching the surface, and then higher into the atmosphere, and ultimately out of the gravity well, and into space itself. No space warps, wormholes, or hyperspace for these little froggies!
He did, however, bring up a good point. Since they are aquatic and breath the water they live in, they also would defecate (and urinate) in their breathing supply. Yum-o!
“What’s that smell/taste?” Everyone turned and glared at Ecru-Dandelion. He gave a half-smile.
“Dude. Seriously?”
“Soz.”
“That’s fifteen times in the past half hour. Once more and you’re on permanent EVA duty!”
So no bean burritos here! But that does bring up the problem of producing an air scrubber (water scrubber actually—but you get the idea.). Would they have carbon? Probably not. No fire—no burn substance to filter the water through. Sand? Sort of like the under gravel filters we’ve had in prior aquariums? Yes, I have an aquarium—my wife’s 20 gallon long. Yes, I look over my shoulder at it from time to time as I write this. No, I don’t have any African Dwarf Frogs (aquarium frogs). Just fish. Yes, it is fresh water and the Garums live in salt water, so there will be differences. Salt water . . . what takes nastiness out of salt water? Suspension feeders! But we couldn’t have a bunch of krill floating around, getting in the way. So we’d need a sessile suspension feeder. Barnacles! (Our ship just got crustier…) They would filter out “floaters” that would foul the water. The Garums, of course, would selectively breed a more effective barnacle that weighs less than the original product—and does not breed/spread in such a prolific manner as to take over the whole inside of the ship. They would also probably come up with some substance that if spread in a thin layer where the Garum don’t want the barnacles to grow would inhibit them from attaching in those unwanted places, just to be on the safe side.
But what about urine? That causes lots of problems with ammonia and other toxins in the water. So we’d need a biological filter. You have to be able to cycle the ammonia (NH³ or NH³+4) into nitrites (NO²) and then into nitrates (NO³). We’d need some type of beneficial bacteria to help in this process, but they’d need some place to grow. So we’d need a rocky surface that is porous where they (the bacteria) would be able to live, yet be out of the way. Again, we’re adding more mass to the ship.
And we haven’t even come up with an engine concept yet . . . we’re still just filling out life support. We also have to provide sustenance. Do they have refrigeration? They certainly can’t have dried stores. Or do they carry it live? If so, there’s more mass—plus the mass for the food for their food. And the mass for the food for the food for that food. Eventually we’re going to get to a point where it is a plant that just needs photosynthesis for food. But in the dark of space, where do you get the sunlight for that? Will their synthetic light from their bioluminescence be adequate for their purpose? Will they be capable of creating a power source capable of lifting this massive ship into the stars? Will they invent an aquatic Beano before Ecru-Dandelion gets lynched?
05 February, 2010
Mental Floss
OK, tonight we're just going to have some random thoughts on the story--stuff that came to mind after I hit "Publish," and other things.
First of all, when the two females were discussing the males, and one said that she feared the two were ready to mate, and the other agreed, I thought afterwards that the first could have added the snarky comment, "More's the pity we couldn't get them to mate with each other." And then the other would have scented her own giggle to the conversation.
The name of the planet (in their tongue) is Water. It is "said" by their skin cycling through every shade of the color blue. Think about it--how quickly can you say blue? That is how quickly their skin cycles through all the shades and variations of blue.
We have an exomoon orbiting a gas giant exoplanet orbiting a binary star. The gas giant orbits the primary star. The exomoon is tidally locked to the gas giant. Between the light reflecting from the gas giant, and the light coming from the two stars (although, the secondary star is much dimmer than the light coming from the primary) the face of the exomoon towards the exoplanet is always illuminated. The rare exception is during solar eclipses. With the exoplanet being so large in the sky, how much of a corona will be visible around it? The flip side of this (no pun intended) is that the side away from the exoplanet is dark for large periods of time. This causes quite a bit of wind as the atmosphere on the lighted (warm) side swaps out with that of the dark (cold) side.
Also, with such a large planet being the parent, in addition to two stars, what kind of tidal forces will be in effect on this exomoon? It is almost 80% water covered. So tides most likely will be far greater than on Terra.
The exomoon is close to Terra in size. It has an atmosphere, but the sentient race never came out of the water because of the horrific winds that whip around the planet due to the differences in temperatures from light to dark side--not totally dark, but dark enough long enough for ice caps to form in the months that the surface faces away from light sources.
When the ice caps break up as a star begins to light that side, occasionally bergs break off and float over inhabited areas of the planetary side. Perhaps some type of mythology forms with the people around these bergs. There will also be the possible danger of living areas being scraped up by the underside of a particularly large berg drifting into shallow areas.
Would the Garum feel the need to create any type of buildings? Perhaps. They would need to protect possessions from currents and tides. But would they need homes? Or just warehouse type buildings? Office buildings? A big pineapple-shaped house? Hardly...
First of all, when the two females were discussing the males, and one said that she feared the two were ready to mate, and the other agreed, I thought afterwards that the first could have added the snarky comment, "More's the pity we couldn't get them to mate with each other." And then the other would have scented her own giggle to the conversation.
The name of the planet (in their tongue) is Water. It is "said" by their skin cycling through every shade of the color blue. Think about it--how quickly can you say blue? That is how quickly their skin cycles through all the shades and variations of blue.
We have an exomoon orbiting a gas giant exoplanet orbiting a binary star. The gas giant orbits the primary star. The exomoon is tidally locked to the gas giant. Between the light reflecting from the gas giant, and the light coming from the two stars (although, the secondary star is much dimmer than the light coming from the primary) the face of the exomoon towards the exoplanet is always illuminated. The rare exception is during solar eclipses. With the exoplanet being so large in the sky, how much of a corona will be visible around it? The flip side of this (no pun intended) is that the side away from the exoplanet is dark for large periods of time. This causes quite a bit of wind as the atmosphere on the lighted (warm) side swaps out with that of the dark (cold) side.
Also, with such a large planet being the parent, in addition to two stars, what kind of tidal forces will be in effect on this exomoon? It is almost 80% water covered. So tides most likely will be far greater than on Terra.
The exomoon is close to Terra in size. It has an atmosphere, but the sentient race never came out of the water because of the horrific winds that whip around the planet due to the differences in temperatures from light to dark side--not totally dark, but dark enough long enough for ice caps to form in the months that the surface faces away from light sources.
When the ice caps break up as a star begins to light that side, occasionally bergs break off and float over inhabited areas of the planetary side. Perhaps some type of mythology forms with the people around these bergs. There will also be the possible danger of living areas being scraped up by the underside of a particularly large berg drifting into shallow areas.
Would the Garum feel the need to create any type of buildings? Perhaps. They would need to protect possessions from currents and tides. But would they need homes? Or just warehouse type buildings? Office buildings? A big pineapple-shaped house? Hardly...
04 February, 2010
On Making Them Wiggle
So it is time to actually start writing, not just think about it. Mind you, this is the very beginning of writing--just off the cuff and out of my head. (Out of my mind--back in a few!) This is not a final draft--this is not even a rough draft. This is just where the writing starts. You sit down to a blank page and an inviting keyboard and let your mind flow.
There will be bumps. There will be interruptions. There will be bathroom breaks. There will be noobs to kill in Mafia Wars. There will be--OOH! Shiny! Er, ahem. There will be things to take your mind off of the task at hand--the task being taking the concept of the Garums and bringing them to life.
"It's alive!"
Without any further preamble, I give you, the Garum.
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Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle sighed, looking around the base-camp. She hoped this was all worth it. She’d been through all the old tales from the medicine women and dream weavers of old—everything she could find about Up. No one in recent memory had breached Up. Yet here they were in the shallows, mere strokes away from breaching it.
It was told in tales from yore that it had been done—done and ne’er again. Tales of a gas hurled at the faces of the original breachers with such a force as to rip the skin from their faces.
Her reverie was broken as two males grabbed each other by the front feet. They began swirling about in the water, gnashing their teeth in each other’s face.
“I eat you!” they cried at one another as the test of dominance from eons ago continued in this modern mock dance of wills.
“Why don’t you two chowderheads go forage us up some food,” said Jonquil-Ochre-Alizarin-Navy, emitting a scent of disgust. The two males broke apart, blinking as they caught the scent. Their scent of chagrin floated before them.
“We are but ‘Wogs,” they mumbled in apology as they swam past her. Within a few strokes, though, they were back at it, smacking each other in the side as they continued swimming towards the kelp bed where the best hunting lay.
“I fear those two are ready to mate,” said Jonquil-Ochre-Alizarin-Navy as she swam over to Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle.
“Aye, I smell you are right,” she agreed. She tilted her body to look once more at Up. “Are we right in trying this?” she asked. “Or are we tempting the gods as the Elders say?”
“Surely you don’t believe in that old Wog’s scent,” said Jonquil-Ochre-Alizarin-Navy. “There is no such thing as the gods. You can’t tell the future though the intestines of fish, either. The future is what it is, and we cannot foresee it until it happens.” She put one hand on the shoulder of Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle. “Don’t doubt yourself. You have researched this through and through. There are no more tales to smell, no more dreams to seek. You have dreamed and smelled them all. They all lead to you going Up.”
“But what if they are wrong? What if it is all a dream, and poking my nose out Up can kill me? What then?”
“Then you are dead and the crabs have a feast on your carcass—and I shall put your Magnetic Note Tablet to better use in your absence.” She pushed Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle playfully away, scenting humor.
“Oh, funny. Very funny,” said Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle, scenting humor/sarcasm. She retilted to look Up. “I wonder what causes that flickering of the light in Up,” she pondered. “The records of the tales are so . . . unscented . . . you know?”
Jonquil-Ochre-Alizarin-Navy scented agreement. “I know. And then there is that one that says were are to avoid Up, ‘For the day you forsake this is the day you shall surely die,’” she quoted. “We shall find out soon enough if it is right, or if it is a stench.”
“That we shall,” said Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle. “After one sleep we shall see.” They swam back to the middle of the base camp to assist the others in setting up the electronics and supplies, while waiting for the two aggressive males to return with their hunting results.
There will be bumps. There will be interruptions. There will be bathroom breaks. There will be noobs to kill in Mafia Wars. There will be--OOH! Shiny! Er, ahem. There will be things to take your mind off of the task at hand--the task being taking the concept of the Garums and bringing them to life.
"It's alive!"
Without any further preamble, I give you, the Garum.
Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle sighed, looking around the base-camp. She hoped this was all worth it. She’d been through all the old tales from the medicine women and dream weavers of old—everything she could find about Up. No one in recent memory had breached Up. Yet here they were in the shallows, mere strokes away from breaching it.
It was told in tales from yore that it had been done—done and ne’er again. Tales of a gas hurled at the faces of the original breachers with such a force as to rip the skin from their faces.
Her reverie was broken as two males grabbed each other by the front feet. They began swirling about in the water, gnashing their teeth in each other’s face.
“I eat you!” they cried at one another as the test of dominance from eons ago continued in this modern mock dance of wills.
“Why don’t you two chowderheads go forage us up some food,” said Jonquil-Ochre-Alizarin-Navy, emitting a scent of disgust. The two males broke apart, blinking as they caught the scent. Their scent of chagrin floated before them.
“We are but ‘Wogs,” they mumbled in apology as they swam past her. Within a few strokes, though, they were back at it, smacking each other in the side as they continued swimming towards the kelp bed where the best hunting lay.
“I fear those two are ready to mate,” said Jonquil-Ochre-Alizarin-Navy as she swam over to Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle.
“Aye, I smell you are right,” she agreed. She tilted her body to look once more at Up. “Are we right in trying this?” she asked. “Or are we tempting the gods as the Elders say?”
“Surely you don’t believe in that old Wog’s scent,” said Jonquil-Ochre-Alizarin-Navy. “There is no such thing as the gods. You can’t tell the future though the intestines of fish, either. The future is what it is, and we cannot foresee it until it happens.” She put one hand on the shoulder of Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle. “Don’t doubt yourself. You have researched this through and through. There are no more tales to smell, no more dreams to seek. You have dreamed and smelled them all. They all lead to you going Up.”
“But what if they are wrong? What if it is all a dream, and poking my nose out Up can kill me? What then?”
“Then you are dead and the crabs have a feast on your carcass—and I shall put your Magnetic Note Tablet to better use in your absence.” She pushed Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle playfully away, scenting humor.
“Oh, funny. Very funny,” said Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle, scenting humor/sarcasm. She retilted to look Up. “I wonder what causes that flickering of the light in Up,” she pondered. “The records of the tales are so . . . unscented . . . you know?”
Jonquil-Ochre-Alizarin-Navy scented agreement. “I know. And then there is that one that says were are to avoid Up, ‘For the day you forsake this is the day you shall surely die,’” she quoted. “We shall find out soon enough if it is right, or if it is a stench.”
“That we shall,” said Khaki-Indigo-Myrtle. “After one sleep we shall see.” They swam back to the middle of the base camp to assist the others in setting up the electronics and supplies, while waiting for the two aggressive males to return with their hunting results.
03 February, 2010
On Giving the Garum Flesh
Let’s shy away from bug fixing at the moment and deal with the Garum themselves. Remembering that this is just shooting out basic ideas for the moment—we’re not even in to the rough draft yet—we’ll flesh them out, so to speak. I have decided that they will parallel frogs quite extensively, with gills, however, instead of lungs.
Being aquatic, they do not stand vertically, but swim along horizontally. So there is no need to have anything such as chairs, or even beds.
Two arms, two legs, webbed fingers & toes, but with opposable thumbs not restricted by webbing. Trying to decide if they have minor suckers on the tips of their fingers & toes along the lines of tree frogs. If so, why would they have them? Will ponder this.
Their heads face forward and are incapable of looking down like we can. Why would they need to? Aligned horizontally, there would be no need for it. If they need to see down, they would swim themselves into an up/down alignment.
Omnivorous, of course. I want creatures that crave flesh—no grazing herd beasts my aliens! Their mouths have razor sharp teeth for cutting and ripping flesh, in addition to molars for grinding. Back in the Garum’s equivalent of medieval times, when the mating fight between males was over, the loser was consumed by the victor. This is alluded to in some idioms in their language.
They have large frog-like eyes that see quite well. Remember that we decided the waters in this exomoon are crystal clear down to a fairly good depth, such as in the Caribbean. They do communicate with flashes of color that flicker across their bodies in rapid succession in the same manner that some cephalopods are able to transform their skin colors. In addition, they emit scents to the surrounding water to augment the color-changing “speech.” I believe we’ll use this they way humans use facial expressions to augment our speech. That way a certain smell would be a smile, another a sarcastic grimace, another a frown.
Alas, because of this limited range “speech,” yelling for help is not part of their understanding. Yelling, shouting, bellowing . . . long distance communication is beyond them.
Lifespan is roughly 40-50 years, but can be shorter. They mate once, after which the speed at which they age increases dramatically. (No rationale behind that. It just happens.) They mate the same way frogs do—the female lays thousands of eggs with the male attached to her back, his arms & legs wrapped around her. She lays several thousand eggs as he ejects sperm into the water over the eggs. Dropping apart after, within days they die. So the decision to mate is taken very seriously.
Out of those thousands of eggs, perhaps several hundred actually got fertilized and then hatch. Out of the pollywogs that hatch, only a few dozen make it to adolescence. Out of those, only ten or so make it to adulthood. The ‘wogs don’t live within the community, but swim freely, braving the hardships of predators and natural items such as injury, or anemones on their own.
Naming is done by the individual upon attaining leg status (adulthood). It is based on colors they like. So you will have names along the lines of Red-Orange-Yellow ,or Khaki-Aqua-Taupe-Harlequin. Usually, males select shorter color combinations, while the females select more grandiose collections.
Because the young are free swimming, and mating turns fatal, there is no family unit. The males are larger, more warlike. The females are smaller, more agile, and quicker of thought. While the male’s instant reaction is to smash the obstacle, the female will take time to think it through. Both have quick tempers, but the male will turn to instant violence, while the female will think deeply of a way to prolong her retaliation.
The deep thinkers are mostly females. Although, there is an occasional male prodigy.
Being aquatic, they do not stand vertically, but swim along horizontally. So there is no need to have anything such as chairs, or even beds.
Two arms, two legs, webbed fingers & toes, but with opposable thumbs not restricted by webbing. Trying to decide if they have minor suckers on the tips of their fingers & toes along the lines of tree frogs. If so, why would they have them? Will ponder this.
Their heads face forward and are incapable of looking down like we can. Why would they need to? Aligned horizontally, there would be no need for it. If they need to see down, they would swim themselves into an up/down alignment.
Omnivorous, of course. I want creatures that crave flesh—no grazing herd beasts my aliens! Their mouths have razor sharp teeth for cutting and ripping flesh, in addition to molars for grinding. Back in the Garum’s equivalent of medieval times, when the mating fight between males was over, the loser was consumed by the victor. This is alluded to in some idioms in their language.
They have large frog-like eyes that see quite well. Remember that we decided the waters in this exomoon are crystal clear down to a fairly good depth, such as in the Caribbean. They do communicate with flashes of color that flicker across their bodies in rapid succession in the same manner that some cephalopods are able to transform their skin colors. In addition, they emit scents to the surrounding water to augment the color-changing “speech.” I believe we’ll use this they way humans use facial expressions to augment our speech. That way a certain smell would be a smile, another a sarcastic grimace, another a frown.
Alas, because of this limited range “speech,” yelling for help is not part of their understanding. Yelling, shouting, bellowing . . . long distance communication is beyond them.
Lifespan is roughly 40-50 years, but can be shorter. They mate once, after which the speed at which they age increases dramatically. (No rationale behind that. It just happens.) They mate the same way frogs do—the female lays thousands of eggs with the male attached to her back, his arms & legs wrapped around her. She lays several thousand eggs as he ejects sperm into the water over the eggs. Dropping apart after, within days they die. So the decision to mate is taken very seriously.
Out of those thousands of eggs, perhaps several hundred actually got fertilized and then hatch. Out of the pollywogs that hatch, only a few dozen make it to adolescence. Out of those, only ten or so make it to adulthood. The ‘wogs don’t live within the community, but swim freely, braving the hardships of predators and natural items such as injury, or anemones on their own.
Naming is done by the individual upon attaining leg status (adulthood). It is based on colors they like. So you will have names along the lines of Red-Orange-Yellow ,or Khaki-Aqua-Taupe-Harlequin. Usually, males select shorter color combinations, while the females select more grandiose collections.
Because the young are free swimming, and mating turns fatal, there is no family unit. The males are larger, more warlike. The females are smaller, more agile, and quicker of thought. While the male’s instant reaction is to smash the obstacle, the female will take time to think it through. Both have quick tempers, but the male will turn to instant violence, while the female will think deeply of a way to prolong her retaliation.
The deep thinkers are mostly females. Although, there is an occasional male prodigy.
02 February, 2010
Garum Bug Fix, or "How I Made Electrical Frogs"
Meh.
Enough with the Megalomaniac-In-Chief. Let’s get back to the froggies.
Last we left our Garum, we were trying to decide how they made electricity in an underwater environment. Perhaps we can have some type of an electric producing algae and have them improve its output through selective breeding?
There are already algae that produce bioluminescence. Bioelectrogenesis from a plant is possible in an alien ecology. The Terran electric eels is capable of 500 volts at 1 amp. Our algae should be more than capable of topping that in the voltage and amperage needed to run the Garum’s industry. So we put it in a box-like container made out of the non-conductive mucus plates from that mollusk we brought up last month. And the wiring we solved with the seaweed that conducted the electricity from the alien equivalent of an electric eel (which on Earth is not an eel, but a member of the knifefish family).
We take the super electrical slime and stuff it in a mucus box and hook seaweed up to it. Do we let it last for a long time? Or does it have a short life like a battery? Perhaps we have to swap them out from time to time? But the tired ones can be “recharged” with a fructose solution? An algae’s gotta eat, natch! Or better yet, old technology had to be swapped out, box after box. But new tech has a fructose IV that drips (feeds?) the box of algae. Yeah, baby! Slime Power!
On to the problem of our handicapped froggies. So they looked at the star’s corona during an eclipse and went blind. For us, that would not be totally crippling in communication. We could still talk and hear. But the Garum communicate with sight and scent. They use their skin to flash various colors and augment it with scents released into the water. So how would we work around this handicap?
Perhaps we can have a mutualism pairing with some type of remora? You know—those weird, upside down seeming fish that you usually see swimming under sharks? But these remora have a side benefit for the Garums. First, the remora get the benefit of the safety of swimming with the Garum, plus they eat bacteria off of the Garum’s skin. In return, they vibrate a certain way when a nearby Garum turns a certain shade of color. So through selective breeding and extensive training (for both the remora and for the Garum) they turn into effective “hearing” aids.
Oh, bother. I just thought of another problem. During the expedition to the surface (or in this case, the “Shallows” and they stood up enough to look into the sky—actual words and concepts for these items to be selected later) we had decided that they look directly at the star during the eclipse and were struck blind by the corona’s intense light.
So we have an expedition of now blind froggies.
How’d they get back?
Oh, bother!
Enough with the Megalomaniac-In-Chief. Let’s get back to the froggies.
Last we left our Garum, we were trying to decide how they made electricity in an underwater environment. Perhaps we can have some type of an electric producing algae and have them improve its output through selective breeding?
There are already algae that produce bioluminescence. Bioelectrogenesis from a plant is possible in an alien ecology. The Terran electric eels is capable of 500 volts at 1 amp. Our algae should be more than capable of topping that in the voltage and amperage needed to run the Garum’s industry. So we put it in a box-like container made out of the non-conductive mucus plates from that mollusk we brought up last month. And the wiring we solved with the seaweed that conducted the electricity from the alien equivalent of an electric eel (which on Earth is not an eel, but a member of the knifefish family).
We take the super electrical slime and stuff it in a mucus box and hook seaweed up to it. Do we let it last for a long time? Or does it have a short life like a battery? Perhaps we have to swap them out from time to time? But the tired ones can be “recharged” with a fructose solution? An algae’s gotta eat, natch! Or better yet, old technology had to be swapped out, box after box. But new tech has a fructose IV that drips (feeds?) the box of algae. Yeah, baby! Slime Power!
On to the problem of our handicapped froggies. So they looked at the star’s corona during an eclipse and went blind. For us, that would not be totally crippling in communication. We could still talk and hear. But the Garum communicate with sight and scent. They use their skin to flash various colors and augment it with scents released into the water. So how would we work around this handicap?
Perhaps we can have a mutualism pairing with some type of remora? You know—those weird, upside down seeming fish that you usually see swimming under sharks? But these remora have a side benefit for the Garums. First, the remora get the benefit of the safety of swimming with the Garum, plus they eat bacteria off of the Garum’s skin. In return, they vibrate a certain way when a nearby Garum turns a certain shade of color. So through selective breeding and extensive training (for both the remora and for the Garum) they turn into effective “hearing” aids.
Oh, bother. I just thought of another problem. During the expedition to the surface (or in this case, the “Shallows” and they stood up enough to look into the sky—actual words and concepts for these items to be selected later) we had decided that they look directly at the star during the eclipse and were struck blind by the corona’s intense light.
So we have an expedition of now blind froggies.
How’d they get back?
Oh, bother!
But wait, there’s more!
OK, so we can kill the six billion dollar budget for NASA as useless, but Obama approves a SEVEN billion dollar budget for nuclear weapons research? What’s up with this? Is he about to name himself “President For Life”? Or perhaps he’s just going to start calling himself “World Emperor.”
Didn’t he intend to improve the world’s perception of the United States? He wanted to dissipate anti-Americanism around the world, showing them that we were not a, “nutty, dictating superpower.”
What happened to the Saccharin man in the Whitehouse, bowing down to foreign dignitaries? Is it all over? Was all that hobnobbing just for show? Will we now start nuking the opposition?
Or is he reserving those new nukes for use on his adversaries here in America?
Perhaps he is just suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder.
Or should we be on the lookout for Obama’s False Prophet?
Didn’t he intend to improve the world’s perception of the United States? He wanted to dissipate anti-Americanism around the world, showing them that we were not a, “nutty, dictating superpower.”
What happened to the Saccharin man in the Whitehouse, bowing down to foreign dignitaries? Is it all over? Was all that hobnobbing just for show? Will we now start nuking the opposition?
Or is he reserving those new nukes for use on his adversaries here in America?
Perhaps he is just suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder.
Or should we be on the lookout for Obama’s False Prophet?
01 February, 2010
NASA Bites the Dust; Thank You, Obama!
Before we get back to the froggies, let me go off on a minor rant here.
See, that bonehead in the Whitehouse (who has now lost any scrap of respect he might have garnered from my corner of the world,) decided to cank NASA’s budget.
Huh. So space travel is not important in the grand plan of handing out money to banks and welfare recipients, who, here in my state, went in to Wally World today to buy groceries with her food stamps card, and then went out to the parking lot and put her groceries in the back of a $60,000 Lexus—but I digress.
Let’s see . . . NASA was to get $6,000,000,000. Now compared to the grand total of what the socialist in the Whitehouse intends to spend—a whopping $3,830,000,000,000, that puts NASA’s budget at .0015 percent. That’s way less than one penny on the dollar. I must not be very good at math. I don’t see how this can be too much money to spend on space exploration.
But let’s get away from the monetary value for the moment. Let’s look at future benefits for mankind that will be missed out on. I mean, c’mon—where would we be without Velcro? Oh, don’t get snarky on me. There was mush more than Velcro to come out of the space program. Your home computer is one aspect. What else?
Laser surveying tools
Compact Digital Discs (CDs and DVDs)
Scratch resistant lenses
Dustbusters
Home security systems
Smoke detectors
Flat panel TVs/monitors
High density batteries
Trash compactors
Freeze dried food technology
Sports bras
Quartz crystal time pieces
Solar energy panels
Noise abatement technology
Energy saving air conditioning technology
Air purification technology
Laser angioplasty
Ultrasound scanners
Automatic insulin pumps
Portable X-ray devices
MRIs
Self locking nuts
Wireless communications (your cellphone)
Emergency rescue cutters (Jaws of life-type equipment)
Doppler radar
Firefighter’s radios
Fire protective clothing
Robotic arms
The list goes on and on. But it seems that we can’t afford those measly pennies on the dollar because it would take away from his pet projects—like a high speed rail system for California. Hmm, people quit using the train already because it was too expensive. So we’re going to make it run faster (in another 20 years or so—that’s how long it will take to create this “green” monstrosity!) and then we’ll have to subsidize it like we’re already doing with freight rails. So, there you go! No space for money to be spent on the space program! I’m starting to see it from a green point of view. But what do I know?
I can hear the Green Police knocking on my door for wrong thinking now. Go ‘way! No one here but us Droogs.
See, that bonehead in the Whitehouse (who has now lost any scrap of respect he might have garnered from my corner of the world,) decided to cank NASA’s budget.
Huh. So space travel is not important in the grand plan of handing out money to banks and welfare recipients, who, here in my state, went in to Wally World today to buy groceries with her food stamps card, and then went out to the parking lot and put her groceries in the back of a $60,000 Lexus—but I digress.
Let’s see . . . NASA was to get $6,000,000,000. Now compared to the grand total of what the socialist in the Whitehouse intends to spend—a whopping $3,830,000,000,000, that puts NASA’s budget at .0015 percent. That’s way less than one penny on the dollar. I must not be very good at math. I don’t see how this can be too much money to spend on space exploration.
But let’s get away from the monetary value for the moment. Let’s look at future benefits for mankind that will be missed out on. I mean, c’mon—where would we be without Velcro? Oh, don’t get snarky on me. There was mush more than Velcro to come out of the space program. Your home computer is one aspect. What else?
Laser surveying tools
Compact Digital Discs (CDs and DVDs)
Scratch resistant lenses
Dustbusters
Home security systems
Smoke detectors
Flat panel TVs/monitors
High density batteries
Trash compactors
Freeze dried food technology
Sports bras
Quartz crystal time pieces
Solar energy panels
Noise abatement technology
Energy saving air conditioning technology
Air purification technology
Laser angioplasty
Ultrasound scanners
Automatic insulin pumps
Portable X-ray devices
MRIs
Self locking nuts
Wireless communications (your cellphone)
Emergency rescue cutters (Jaws of life-type equipment)
Doppler radar
Firefighter’s radios
Fire protective clothing
Robotic arms
The list goes on and on. But it seems that we can’t afford those measly pennies on the dollar because it would take away from his pet projects—like a high speed rail system for California. Hmm, people quit using the train already because it was too expensive. So we’re going to make it run faster (in another 20 years or so—that’s how long it will take to create this “green” monstrosity!) and then we’ll have to subsidize it like we’re already doing with freight rails. So, there you go! No space for money to be spent on the space program! I’m starting to see it from a green point of view. But what do I know?
I can hear the Green Police knocking on my door for wrong thinking now. Go ‘way! No one here but us Droogs.
26 January, 2010
Microsoft Sucks. Definitely. Definitely.
In an attempt to improve my Windows experience (actually, because a web page that was under construction was not coming up correctly in the old version of MSIE) I upgraded to MSIE version 8.
Kewl.
Then I rebooted.
And it kept rebooting.
*sigh*
Fine. Safe mode.
It kept rebooting. And rebooting. And rebooting. And rebooting...
Thank you, Microcrap.
Fortunately my wife had her reinstall disks. Now I'm in the process of reinstalling all my malware utilities, deleting AOHell, McCrappy Scam, and the rest of the garbage that OEMs like to fill up your HDD with.
Wish I could get rid of that trojan called Windows... *sigh*
Some day I will get it all fikst and start writing again. Fortunately I had done a recent backup to my 1 TB backup drive, so I lost nothing.
Kewl.
Then I rebooted.
And it kept rebooting.
*sigh*
Fine. Safe mode.
It kept rebooting. And rebooting. And rebooting. And rebooting...
Thank you, Microcrap.
Fortunately my wife had her reinstall disks. Now I'm in the process of reinstalling all my malware utilities, deleting AOHell, McCrappy Scam, and the rest of the garbage that OEMs like to fill up your HDD with.
Wish I could get rid of that trojan called Windows... *sigh*
Some day I will get it all fikst and start writing again. Fortunately I had done a recent backup to my 1 TB backup drive, so I lost nothing.
19 January, 2010
Quiet Break
I need a break from the Garum for just a moment.
I keep stumbling over new things that make the storyline difficult--or I find holes in my thoughts--or stuff that I totally missed.
Time for a break. I'm going to sit down by this stream I took a picture of the other day. Nice and quiet. Pretty gurgling stream. Clean water. Water . . . hmm . . . tadpoles like water . . . tadpoles grow up . . . change . . . grow legs . . . become . . . FROGGIES???
AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!
I keep stumbling over new things that make the storyline difficult--or I find holes in my thoughts--or stuff that I totally missed.Time for a break. I'm going to sit down by this stream I took a picture of the other day. Nice and quiet. Pretty gurgling stream. Clean water. Water . . . hmm . . . tadpoles like water . . . tadpoles grow up . . . change . . . grow legs . . . become . . . FROGGIES???
AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!
Dain Bramaged
*sigh*
Deuce just pointed something out to me that I completely missed.
Since my froggies "talk" via skin color changes and aromas emitted into the water, the ones that were struck blind by the eclipse would not only be blind, but partially deaf. They would not be able to see the color change portion of the discussion.
Since this is an advanced society, there should be some sort of assistance for the handicapped to assist them in getting around this.
More pondering to do.
Deuce just pointed something out to me that I completely missed.
Since my froggies "talk" via skin color changes and aromas emitted into the water, the ones that were struck blind by the eclipse would not only be blind, but partially deaf. They would not be able to see the color change portion of the discussion.
Since this is an advanced society, there should be some sort of assistance for the handicapped to assist them in getting around this.
More pondering to do.
18 January, 2010
Bug Fixes
So we have a few problems with the story concept up to now. First and foremost, we have a problem with our day/night cycle. A while back, I’d decided that the exomoon was tidally locked to its mother planet. Therefore, with the exception of the occasional eclipse, it will always be daytime, or at the very darkest twilight (lit only by the light reflected by the mother planet), on the planet-side surface where our Garums live. So in that case, we will not have to worry about ice forming on the surface. Either starlight, or reflective light will be caressing the exomoon’s surface keeping the seas warm.
Oh, sure—they might have the occasional lava flow under the sea, and a few mineral chimneys spewing forth. But they would not have fire. Ergo they would not have the ability to smelt ore. So we’re not going to have iron, steel, not even bronze. So how are we going to build our space ship? Will our illustrious froggies be stuck in the stone age, with the arts and philosophies their only advances to look forward to?
Oh, sure—they might have the occasional lava flow under the sea, and a few mineral chimneys spewing forth. But they would not have fire. Ergo they would not have the ability to smelt ore. So we’re not going to have iron, steel, not even bronze. So how are we going to build our space ship? Will our illustrious froggies be stuck in the stone age, with the arts and philosophies their only advances to look forward to?
17 January, 2010
Ice, the Final Frontier...
The science of our exomoon and its race's launching in to space aside for the moment, let's delve into some of the dialog of the Garums and start to flesh them out a bit. The following, of course, is just a rough translation. We obviously cannot translate all the nuances of their skin color changes and the scents that are wafting through the waters. This is just the dialog--we'll create/name/describe the characters to have the dialog some other time.
"We need to get up there somehow and explore! Our [Not totally translatable -- roughly, it is "Tribal Exploration of Things Above the Surface Agency"] needs to get us out there and find out what those lights are! It has been too long since we last broke the Surface."
"Have you not noticed? The Tribes no longer care about the Surface. We have other problems. There are too many mouths to feed, and not enough food. Homelessness is rising."
"That is my point! Perhaps there is food in those lights. But we'll never find out if we do not explore. Plus working for the [Rough translation -- "Agency"] will give resources to the homeless to be able to afford a home. "
"But the [Rough translation -- "Money"] to do this would be better utilized feeding the masses--and creating homes for the homeless, now, not later. The [literal translation is "Fry" -- most likely means children/young] need energy to grow."
"There is energy out there--those pinpoints of light. Light is an energy. When we first broke the surface, the whole Tribe stood holding its [Not totally translatable -- roughly it means, "Breath" but not quite breath since their gills gather oxygen from the water]. It was a triumph for the Tribe! What can we not continue that feeling?"
"The Tribe has lost interest. No one wants to spill resources into boredom."
"But success beyond the surface would generate interest and cancel boredom."
"Doubtful. No one cares about beyond the surface. They care about energy for the Fry."
"We can discover new energy sources through our experiments beyond the surface."
"That's just it -- it's all 'experiments.' We don't need or want any more experiments. We want solutions. No one cares about experiments."
"But the experiments provide results. We need to use our resources to gain more resources. Those resources are beyond the surface!"
"The answer is no. Tribal opinion is negative towards your goals."
Somewhere in here the "Lights Are A Myth" Garum would start trouble for further exploration, too.
Imagine someone who truly wants to go into space (Beyond the Surface) and gets slammed into the wall of public apathy--contempt for anyone who even thinks that the resources are worth spending on exploration. Perhaps even disgust. The resources are being wasted on those experiments and exploration.
So our Garums space explorers find that public (or Tribal) opinion is against them. Would they then turn to private enterprise? Using entrepreneurs to gain the "Surface" and beyond? Would the lure of resources for private ownership drag them up out of the seas and beyond to the stars?
Back to the science of discovering the stars . . . a friend of mine (who we shall refer to as "Thanatos" for reason obvious only to Lairites) made a comment on Facebook (after this inane blog reposted the previous entry there as a note) that as the ice expanded it might lift off the surface of the water. Thanatos conjectured that brave explorers might have then broken the surface tension and travelled on top of the water, discovering that the ice barrier extends both above and below the water's surface, yet having different properties on either side. He continued that the ice is most readily broken where the ice itself is brightest beneath. Thanatos also pointed out that breaking the ice barrier for the first time would have been equivalent to us finally breaking the speed of sound with the Bell X-1.
He also suggested that as a twist, the atmosphere might become lost or tainted when the ice was broken.
At that point I wrote asking what ramifications such a loss might be--and would it bother this aquatic race at all? They breath water through their gills, after all. And as for a loss of atmosphere, would it bring the surface down to near vacuum, thus rendering the surface unfit for exploration?
On that point, since they would be going into what to them would be vacuum anyway once they left the water, wouldn't they have some sort of suit and breathing apparatus to leave the water? Therefore, a lack of atmosphere at this point would have no real ramifications to them other than actually assisting in their exploration in a lack of the horrific winds that normally are found on the surface.
"We need to get up there somehow and explore! Our [Not totally translatable -- roughly, it is "Tribal Exploration of Things Above the Surface Agency"] needs to get us out there and find out what those lights are! It has been too long since we last broke the Surface."
"Have you not noticed? The Tribes no longer care about the Surface. We have other problems. There are too many mouths to feed, and not enough food. Homelessness is rising."
"That is my point! Perhaps there is food in those lights. But we'll never find out if we do not explore. Plus working for the [Rough translation -- "Agency"] will give resources to the homeless to be able to afford a home. "
"But the [Rough translation -- "Money"] to do this would be better utilized feeding the masses--and creating homes for the homeless, now, not later. The [literal translation is "Fry" -- most likely means children/young] need energy to grow."
"There is energy out there--those pinpoints of light. Light is an energy. When we first broke the surface, the whole Tribe stood holding its [Not totally translatable -- roughly it means, "Breath" but not quite breath since their gills gather oxygen from the water]. It was a triumph for the Tribe! What can we not continue that feeling?"
"The Tribe has lost interest. No one wants to spill resources into boredom."
"But success beyond the surface would generate interest and cancel boredom."
"Doubtful. No one cares about beyond the surface. They care about energy for the Fry."
"We can discover new energy sources through our experiments beyond the surface."
"That's just it -- it's all 'experiments.' We don't need or want any more experiments. We want solutions. No one cares about experiments."
"But the experiments provide results. We need to use our resources to gain more resources. Those resources are beyond the surface!"
"The answer is no. Tribal opinion is negative towards your goals."
Somewhere in here the "Lights Are A Myth" Garum would start trouble for further exploration, too.
Imagine someone who truly wants to go into space (Beyond the Surface) and gets slammed into the wall of public apathy--contempt for anyone who even thinks that the resources are worth spending on exploration. Perhaps even disgust. The resources are being wasted on those experiments and exploration.
So our Garums space explorers find that public (or Tribal) opinion is against them. Would they then turn to private enterprise? Using entrepreneurs to gain the "Surface" and beyond? Would the lure of resources for private ownership drag them up out of the seas and beyond to the stars?
Back to the science of discovering the stars . . . a friend of mine (who we shall refer to as "Thanatos" for reason obvious only to Lairites) made a comment on Facebook (after this inane blog reposted the previous entry there as a note) that as the ice expanded it might lift off the surface of the water. Thanatos conjectured that brave explorers might have then broken the surface tension and travelled on top of the water, discovering that the ice barrier extends both above and below the water's surface, yet having different properties on either side. He continued that the ice is most readily broken where the ice itself is brightest beneath. Thanatos also pointed out that breaking the ice barrier for the first time would have been equivalent to us finally breaking the speed of sound with the Bell X-1.
He also suggested that as a twist, the atmosphere might become lost or tainted when the ice was broken.
At that point I wrote asking what ramifications such a loss might be--and would it bother this aquatic race at all? They breath water through their gills, after all. And as for a loss of atmosphere, would it bring the surface down to near vacuum, thus rendering the surface unfit for exploration?
On that point, since they would be going into what to them would be vacuum anyway once they left the water, wouldn't they have some sort of suit and breathing apparatus to leave the water? Therefore, a lack of atmosphere at this point would have no real ramifications to them other than actually assisting in their exploration in a lack of the horrific winds that normally are found on the surface.
16 January, 2010
Garums?
We left our froggy friends under their ocean arguing about space travel--an then it hit me. If their ocean surface is frozen over at night, how was it possible for them to ever see the stars to get the inkling that they wanted to travel to them? Is our whole train of thought on lifting their massive breathable water supply moot? Have they never seen a star, and therefor never gotten the urge to explore them?
Since we have the sun, and the gas giant parent planet both illuminating our exomoon, night time comes rarely. When it does, we'd decided that the night is long enough for the seas to freeze over. But would it happen quickly enough for our froggies to not be able to spot stars?
What about a night being preceded by a total eclipse of the sun? The sun is still close enough to keep the seas unfrozen, but it was dark enough, long enough for froggy to poke his head up close enough to the surface to spot pinpoints of light in the sky. Would they have also looked at the eclipse and thusly gone blind? Most likely. So then they had to go on their memory about the lights, and explaining to their froggy friends about them--would the lights have become a myth?
Let's skip the math involved with the cycle of rotation around the parent planet, and around the star. We're not going to get in to the day/night cycle that much. We're more interested in how the froggies dealt with this story of lights in the sky other than the star, the mother planet, its other moon, and . . . what? What else would be seen in the sky through the water? Not much. We'd already decided that nothing else lived in the exomoon's surface due to the high winds. So perhaps water funnels and hurricanes?
Meh. They went up to harvest a certain krill like animal that lived close to the surface right when the eclipse happened. The group spotted the stars, and then wonder of wonders, the eclipse--alas, in looking at it, they all went blind. But since there was a fairly large group all agreeing on the stars being spotted before blindness set in, it could not be dismissed outright.
But some stated that the blindness was retribution of the gods for their audacity of seeing the lights in the sky. Perhaps the myth was that the lights were the gods, who struck the harvesters blind for looking upon them?
Since we have the sun, and the gas giant parent planet both illuminating our exomoon, night time comes rarely. When it does, we'd decided that the night is long enough for the seas to freeze over. But would it happen quickly enough for our froggies to not be able to spot stars?
What about a night being preceded by a total eclipse of the sun? The sun is still close enough to keep the seas unfrozen, but it was dark enough, long enough for froggy to poke his head up close enough to the surface to spot pinpoints of light in the sky. Would they have also looked at the eclipse and thusly gone blind? Most likely. So then they had to go on their memory about the lights, and explaining to their froggy friends about them--would the lights have become a myth?
Let's skip the math involved with the cycle of rotation around the parent planet, and around the star. We're not going to get in to the day/night cycle that much. We're more interested in how the froggies dealt with this story of lights in the sky other than the star, the mother planet, its other moon, and . . . what? What else would be seen in the sky through the water? Not much. We'd already decided that nothing else lived in the exomoon's surface due to the high winds. So perhaps water funnels and hurricanes?
Meh. They went up to harvest a certain krill like animal that lived close to the surface right when the eclipse happened. The group spotted the stars, and then wonder of wonders, the eclipse--alas, in looking at it, they all went blind. But since there was a fairly large group all agreeing on the stars being spotted before blindness set in, it could not be dismissed outright.
But some stated that the blindness was retribution of the gods for their audacity of seeing the lights in the sky. Perhaps the myth was that the lights were the gods, who struck the harvesters blind for looking upon them?
09 January, 2010
Livable Exomoons?
So let's toss this out for consideration...
In light of the movie, "Avatar," which is set on the life-bearing satellite, "Pandora," revolving around the gas giant, "Polyphemus" in the Alpha Centauri star system, we are given the usual scifi plot of the moon being habitable instead of the gas giant planet proper. (This was also done in the Star Wars movies with the moon, "Endor.")
If we were to create our own moon around our own giant planet, in our own star system (our own and a creation since we humans have yet to actually find a satellite orbiting a planet outside of our own solar system) what would need to be the parameters for life? (I may not have a continuing path of thought here--I may go off on a certain tangent that strikes my fancy and pick at it, forsaking the rest of the original thought. Bear with me here. I'm just idea bashing. Might use them, might not.)
It would have to have a mass close enough to Earth's own to retain an atmosphere primarily--unless we took the route of another form of life that did not need breathable gases to support its life--perhaps some type of photosynthesis that pulls nourishment directly from the rays of its star and capable of living in vacuum? But I'll leave that for another day--if ever.
So we're massive enough to retain a breathable atmosphere. Is it so massive that it is able to scavenge atmosphere from its gas giant planet? Is the mother planet giving off radiation? If so, the atmosphere would have to be thick enough to protect the life forms from the ambient radiation.
Next, do we have a rotation? Or is the exomoon tidally locked? One side always facing its planet? Imagine this, for a moment--a set up similar to our own moon. Depending on the circuit around the planet, and thus the star, one side would always be warm (warm only--not superheated. We want life here, not cinders) and the other always cold. Well, not always--but for a lengthy measure of time. The transit time of dark to light would vary depending on how long the lighted side was facing the star. Would we get substantial winds as the warm and cold air fought along the shadow-line? How substantial could they be and still have life develop? Would the life forms be low to the ground? Or just massive? How would the life develop to deal with the high winds? Or would the life forgo surface dwelling altogether, returning to the sea and gills?
Let's go the aquatic route. They never stayed on land due to the high winds. They remained aquatic. So we now have a set of aquatic denizens on our exomoon that have now become sapient and are in the process of discovering space flight. Of course they are after space flight. We don't want a puddle of tadpoles, swimming around. There's no story in that. (We'll skip the long trek out of the stone age into the industrial age for now.) How cold did the dark side get during the night. (Let's make the "days" and "nights" last 4 months for each portion, for a total 8 month long day/night cycle, just to pull a number.) Did the oceans freeze over during the night? We obviously would not have a fire-based launch system living underwater. Would they even be able to launch from beneath the surface? Since they did not stay on the land during their climb from stone age to technology, it would seem so. But that gives us a new set of problems. We now have to reach escape velocity through the water and through the air.
Let's have the oceans freeze at night. Not solid, but enough of a crust of ice that "Launch Window" takes on a whole new meaning. It's not whether or not we have the proper trajectory to reach our target, it's whether or not we can break through the ice.
What other problems will they face? We're not just launching our life form's mass. They will also have to bring up their "atmosphere" too. In this case, we're talking enough water to breathe. They live underwater, of course they are going to breathe it with gills.
One gallon of water on Earth weighs 8.35 pounds, making a five gallon jug weigh 41.75 pounds. Without going in to the difference in gravity from Earth to our exomoon, let's just think about the mass of all that water.
Quick experiment: get a one gallon jug of water and a five gallon jug of water. Put both of them on the floor. Balancing yourself on on foot, push the one gallon jug with the other foot. Now push the five gallon jug with the same foot. See the difference? Imagine now the amount of water needed to "breathe" for any extended space trip. Imagine now the amount of force needed to lift it off-planet (or off-moon as the case may be). Are we delving into the realm of diminishing returns here? Mass of life forms, plus mass of space ship, plus mass of ship's drive, plus mass of water, verses delta V to break out of the gravity well.
And once we're clear of the exomoon's gravity well, we have that of the gas giant it orbits to deal with. We'll also have that of the star--be it a single, or a binary (like that in "Avatar").
Are they so advanced in mathematics as to create a star drive that does not require fire? One that would lift all this mass? Through the water resistance?
Or am I poking sticks in the wrong mud puddle? Are they truly just happy sapient tadpoles, ignorant of the stars and space? Will they simply be happy swimming in their oceans, thinking artistic thoughts and occasionally poking their heads out of the water long enough to lick their eyelids and decide that this is not for them?
Tadpoles . . . juvenile lifeform that later crawl out of the mud and walk erect to tackle space and fire and the atmospheric wind? Naw, we already decided that they gave up on the wind. So we're back in the mud.
Let's give them a drive that can do what we need: lift the froggies, along with their breathable water, and their starship. Since we're just idea-storming at the moment, let's just call it the "Tadpole Drive." Somehow it mathematically waggles its forcefield tail behind the ship and swims it up through the water, and through the air--and is capable of doing the same in vacuum. Alas, it is slow, in star distances. So once they are clear of the water, they have to switch over to some type of star drive.
For the sake of argument, we going to decide that they have found that the light speed boundary is able to be broken. They discovered the mathematical calculations to show that it can be passed. (Hey, speed of sound used to be unbreakable, too!) No hyperspace here! Nosireebob! They have a good old fashioned zoom along drive!
They're first ship must have met with a horrific end. Not knowing about all the particles that are out there, they would have plowed into one and bam! Fireball! Imagine the energy released by two objects colliding at faster-than-light speed. One, a starship of . . . let's say the size (mass) of a 737--filled with water instead of air, of course. The other, a grain of sand. Imagine a particle collider . . . with our froggies as one of the particles. Boom.
So our humbled froggies go back to the drawing board and come up with some type of magnetic field (I'd hate to call it a force field, but along that idea) that will deflect particles and such from the path of the starship.
But wait--let's back up. How did they even discover about space and stars? They're aquatic, after all. At some point they would have to brave the winds to look unblinking into the night sky and wonder at those bright points of light. And with a gas giant as the mother planet their exomoon is orbiting, conditions would have to be just right for both the sun and the gas giant to actually allow a star watching night sky.
So the conditions were all perfect, and Froggy went a gazing and he did spot a star. Uh, huh. Being curious creatures, they decided that they wanted to travel to these pinpoints of light. But wait (there's more!) the traditionalists fight them. If Froggies were meant to star travel, the Great Egg On the Surface would have given them fire erupting from their hind end--not tails.
We would have a great conflict between the two factions. They would most likely be omnivores. So meat is on the menu. Why? Omnivores and carnivores are feistier than herbivores. We don't want herd beasts. We want individuals that will have that spark of fire that drives one being to overcome another.
So how would the fight go? Would it be mostly rhetoric with occasional bellowing matches? For that matter, how would they communicate? Color changes on their skin in a manner similar to that available to the octopus? Voice is right out the submarine's window...
We'll select color changes on the skin, supplemented by scent emitted into the water. So we have a stinky Technicolor battle of ideals going on under the sea. The seas are shallow enough for light to permeate, but deep enough for their cities. Perhaps along the lines of the crystal clear waters in the Caribbean? C'est bon. We'll leave them flashing and stinking for now, and pick it up another day . . . maybe. I don't like the smell of day-old fishy things.
On It Being 2010...
I completely blew off 2009, blogging-wise. Nu.
I still haven't gotten in to the whole blogging thing (as you can plainly see). I haven't the foggiest why I brought it up now anyway. I didn't even have a bookmark for it in my Firefox--I had to search for it.
Well, here I am. On my third straight day of not being at work due to low temperatures. Thanks, Mr. "Internet-Creating," "Global Warming, Fear Mongering," Roboto (also known as Al Gore. No really, watch him move. He is a robot in disguise!). The sub-freezing temperatures that are drastically digging in to my paycheck this week have to be your fault. I don't have any scientific data to back this up. But then, you didn't have any real data to back up your global warming nonsense, either.
So it's 2010. The local economy is slowly climbing up out of the hole that it fell in to when Hope & Change got sworn in. The rest of the country may have been in a tail spin prior to that, but our local oil-driven economy had been doing fine until that event.
I have zero faith in the US Bashing politico currently in the White House, or the wicked witch that heads up the House of Representatives (does that make him one of her flying monkeys? No, no--no need to lambaste me for being a racist. It's not a racist remark. It's a movie reference. Not everything has to be about the color of his skin. Get over yourself). He needs to spend more time fixing (or at lest trying to fix) our country, and less time showboating around the world, bowing to foreign leaders and telling them how sorry he is for what a rotten nation we've been. But this is just my opinion . . . .
Hey, Hope & Change: if you don't like it here, leave. I won't miss you in the least. I promise. As for She-Who-Pulls-Your-Leash . . . that woman is delusional. I mean, c'mon--health-care reform as her Christmas present to the country? (Would someone please point me to the returns department for that gift?)
No, I'm not going to go off on a rant about the whole state of our current government with footnotes and charts, and videos about what a group of incompetents they are. Suffice it to say they are over paid and out of touch with the nation. Let's lump those four sycophant news networks in with them, too. (NBC, ABC, CBS, & CNN in case you're out of touch with reality.) We'll close out this thought with the hope promised by the date January 20, 2012!
Now, about 2009 . . . the economy tanked. So what did I do? Started my own business. Tada! Been There Photography is born! Support the arts. By my stuff. It'll look good on your wall. Might even cover up the hole you punched when you figured out you were bamboozled in the last presidential election.
My boy finished his tour in Baghdad safely. Thank you, Father! I'm believing that will be his last deployment. Hmm, that brings us back to Hope & Change and broken promises. I hope he'll change this.
My daughter returned from L.A. to help me run what is now a family business. (Did I mention that I want you to buy my stuff?) The bad part about this is that I now have to remember to put on a robe when I get up in the middle of the night.
So what is ahead for 2010? Hopefully the temperatures will rise enough that I can actually go to work this coming Monday. Hopefully my own business will take off. (PLUG: Buy my stuff!) Hopefully the government will get their act together and do something that actually helps the nation, and not just themselves. (Hey, I do write Science Fiction, after all!)
On the subject of science fiction--has anyone told the SyFy channel that they created a name that sounds like a social disease? And while I'm at it, your made-for-TV movies r teh phail. I mean, Megafault? C'mon! That was a Megafail. And wrestling does NOT belong on the siffy channel--no matter how you spell it.
Do go see movie Avatar in 3d. Awesome movie if you treat it as a really cool story with spectacular CG effects, and not the latest in a series of Hollywood endeavors to promote the new Liberal Progressive's villain: the Capitalist.
Speaking of Capitalists, did I mention that I have my own business selling my fine art photography?
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I still haven't gotten in to the whole blogging thing (as you can plainly see). I haven't the foggiest why I brought it up now anyway. I didn't even have a bookmark for it in my Firefox--I had to search for it.
Well, here I am. On my third straight day of not being at work due to low temperatures. Thanks, Mr. "Internet-Creating," "Global Warming, Fear Mongering," Roboto (also known as Al Gore. No really, watch him move. He is a robot in disguise!). The sub-freezing temperatures that are drastically digging in to my paycheck this week have to be your fault. I don't have any scientific data to back this up. But then, you didn't have any real data to back up your global warming nonsense, either.
So it's 2010. The local economy is slowly climbing up out of the hole that it fell in to when Hope & Change got sworn in. The rest of the country may have been in a tail spin prior to that, but our local oil-driven economy had been doing fine until that event.
I have zero faith in the US Bashing politico currently in the White House, or the wicked witch that heads up the House of Representatives (does that make him one of her flying monkeys? No, no--no need to lambaste me for being a racist. It's not a racist remark. It's a movie reference. Not everything has to be about the color of his skin. Get over yourself). He needs to spend more time fixing (or at lest trying to fix) our country, and less time showboating around the world, bowing to foreign leaders and telling them how sorry he is for what a rotten nation we've been. But this is just my opinion . . . .
Hey, Hope & Change: if you don't like it here, leave. I won't miss you in the least. I promise. As for She-Who-Pulls-Your-Leash . . . that woman is delusional. I mean, c'mon--health-care reform as her Christmas present to the country? (Would someone please point me to the returns department for that gift?)
No, I'm not going to go off on a rant about the whole state of our current government with footnotes and charts, and videos about what a group of incompetents they are. Suffice it to say they are over paid and out of touch with the nation. Let's lump those four sycophant news networks in with them, too. (NBC, ABC, CBS, & CNN in case you're out of touch with reality.) We'll close out this thought with the hope promised by the date January 20, 2012!
Now, about 2009 . . . the economy tanked. So what did I do? Started my own business. Tada! Been There Photography is born! Support the arts. By my stuff. It'll look good on your wall. Might even cover up the hole you punched when you figured out you were bamboozled in the last presidential election.
My boy finished his tour in Baghdad safely. Thank you, Father! I'm believing that will be his last deployment. Hmm, that brings us back to Hope & Change and broken promises. I hope he'll change this.
My daughter returned from L.A. to help me run what is now a family business. (Did I mention that I want you to buy my stuff?) The bad part about this is that I now have to remember to put on a robe when I get up in the middle of the night.
So what is ahead for 2010? Hopefully the temperatures will rise enough that I can actually go to work this coming Monday. Hopefully my own business will take off. (PLUG: Buy my stuff!) Hopefully the government will get their act together and do something that actually helps the nation, and not just themselves. (Hey, I do write Science Fiction, after all!)
On the subject of science fiction--has anyone told the SyFy channel that they created a name that sounds like a social disease? And while I'm at it, your made-for-TV movies r teh phail. I mean, Megafault? C'mon! That was a Megafail. And wrestling does NOT belong on the siffy channel--no matter how you spell it.
Do go see movie Avatar in 3d. Awesome movie if you treat it as a really cool story with spectacular CG effects, and not the latest in a series of Hollywood endeavors to promote the new Liberal Progressive's villain: the Capitalist.
Speaking of Capitalists, did I mention that I have my own business selling my fine art photography?
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