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Road Runner and Wiley Coyote On The Battlefield

Player – I fire my rpg.

DM – OK, roll to see if you hit the target.

Player – Darn, a 1

DM – OK, so, you have a misfire, but the projectile does clear the launcher. Roll again to see what it does.

Player – Wow, a 20.

DM – Hmm. OK, so you don’t hit the target in a normal fashion, but the warhead shoots out, hits the ground about 25 meters in front of you, then bounces three times before landing on the target and exploding.

Player – …..

Player – You mean….

DM – Yes, you catastrophically failed successfully.

Thought for the Day

I recently read somewhere that Tolkien based Quenya, which I guess can be best described as high church Elvish, to some extent on Finnish. Sindarin was the everyday language used between elves.

The way I understand it is that Quenya was the ceremonial and official Elvish, while Sindarin was for everyday use. You pray in Quenya, then speak Sindarin while having coffee and cake in the Fellowship Hall. Kind of like speaking Latin at court or in the cathedral, but your mother berating you in Italian on the way home because she caught you staring out the window during the homily.

Then I saw a meme that talked about how when Gandalf announced that the thing coming for them was a Balrog of Morgoth, Legolas was the only one in the group that understood just how bad this was. He had heard the stories and legends, and knew that they couldn’t fight this thing, and they probably couldn’t run from it.

At that moment, I visualized Legolas, either in his head or out loud, starting a quiet prayer in Quenya like his mother might have taught him. It was one of those moments in life where there are no atheists in foxholes and the mind goes back to what it can remember.

But he ends it with a word he might have learned from his father, or perhaps looked up in the Quenya dictionary – Perkele, because when you step in it really bad, you bring out those words too.

Repost – I Blame Qui-Gon

In honor of the release of the latest episode in the Star Wars universe, here’s a blast from the past that I think explains a lot.

 


This afternoon, Girlie Bear and I decided to do something out of the ordinary and went to the movies.  George Lucas recently re-released The Phantom Menace, the first episode in his six episode Star Wars saga and the fourth movie released in that series.  The movie has been re-done in 3D, which was OK, and as usual, a Lucas movie does really well in special effects and does OK in acting, dialogue, and story.

Of course, being a geek, I’ve seen it before, so the story wasn’t exactly a surprise.  Lucas did a lot of the scenes, even ones that do nothing but plot exposition, in 3D, which was interesting.  Watching the scenes where tanks and droid soldiers march down the main street, complete with arch and the victory parade at the end tells me that Lucas has watched Triumph of the Will and movies from Paris in 1940 more than a few times.  So in addition to robbing Kurosawa blind, he also owes Leni Riefenstahl a beer.

But that’s not what struck me as the credits rolled.

What hit me was that all of the turmoil of the remaining five movies was the fault of one character.  No, not Palpatine, the Naboo Senator, Republic Chancellor, Emperor of the Galaxy, Sith Lord, and collector of authentic Wookie and Ewok teddy bears.

No, all of it was brought about by Qui-Gon Jin.

Qui-Gon is the master Jedi Knight who is teaching Obi-Wan Kenobi to be a Jedi when the movie begins.  He and Obi-Wan are sent on a mission to ‘convince’ one faction in a trade dispute to stop leaning on another faction.  By convince, I mean ‘show up wearing light sabers and force them to back down’.  You know, the same way that Vito Corleone and Luca Brazi got Johnny Fontaine that movie gig.  He fails when the people he was there to put the arm on tried to kill them both, launch a planetary invasion, and arrest/compost most of the opposing side in the dispute.  He convinces the leader of the losing side, Queen Amidala, to flee from the scene, lands on Tattooine to find parts, makes off with a slave he thinks might be the Jedi messiah, and deposits both of them on Coruscant, the Republic capital.  He picks a fight with the Jedi Council when they tell him that teaching the force to an emotionally unstable former slave is probably not the wisest thing to do.  He gives them the rhetorical finger and is sent back to Naboo with a ragtag band of people wearing red shirts.  On arrival, he follows the battle plan of a teenage girl, fights an evil Sith that looks like he was born out of a Larry Correia fever dream, and loses because his devoted Padwan was never good at wind sprints.  Obi-wan then goes on to finish the job by turning Darth Maul from an innie into an outie, saving the day. Obi-Wan makes a promise to Qui-Gon to teach Anakin Skywalker all of the skills he will need to bring down a democratic regime and murder just about everyone Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon know.

In all of those little plot points, all of the mistakes are made by Qui-Gon, and if he had zigged instead of zagged on any of them, Palpatine would have gone down as being the most affable evil Chancellor the Republic ever had, Anakin Skywalker would be the Jeff Gordon of the podracer circuit, and Amidala wouldn’t have passed on the “worst hair styles in a quarter century” gene to her daughter.

Here are the biggest mistakes he made, in your hosts humble opinion:

  1. Didn’t leave JarJar to get turned into cat meat.  When Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan trick the Gungun boss to let them go and give them transport so they could get to the Naboo capitol, Qui-Gon also asks that JarJar Binks be released to them.  It was done almost as an after thought.  If Qui-Gon hadn’t done that, JarJar wouldn’t have been there in the next movie to hand Palpatine dictatorial powers on a silver platter with a side of fries.  We would also have been spared two more movies worth of a bad Caribbean accent.
  2. Left Naboo with no air cover.  After freeing Queen Amidala and her entourage from the droid soldiers, they all decide to run like scalded dogs back to Coruscant.  In order to get to the Queen’s ship, which apparently was kept ready to go with her wardrobe and hair goop, they have to defeat the droids guarding the hangar.  These droids are also guarding the pilots for the fighters that are housed there, because when you’re decapitating a government, the last thing you want to do is massacre their elite pilots immediately.  After quickly dispatching the droids, the pilots are told to run, and they do.  Heaven forfend that they be inspired to jump in the cockpit and defend their queen as she runs to get help.  So the ship containing the soon-to-be government in exile takes off with no fighter escort.  This probably led directly to the ship being damaged, which necessitates the next stop in their journey:  Tattoine.  This is the home planet of everyone’s favorite Sith Lord in waiting, Anakin Skywalker.
  3. Going through an elaborate scheme to get parts to fix the ship.  Following the Star Wars tradition of using hyperdrive engines made out of paper mache and Coke bottles, our ragtag band of Jedi knights, queens with weird clothes and hair, and amphibious Rastafarians touch down on Tattoine to get parts and make repairs.  Qui-Gon goes into town to find parts, where he meets Anakin and discovers that only one junk dealer has the necessary gear, or at least that’s what the junk man says.  Qui-Gon doesn’t seem to check with the competition to see if he might be telling a little fib in order to get the rube in the brown coat to make a purchase.  The junk man won’t take the money they bring with them, and Jedi mind tricks don’t work.  Apparently Qui-Gon isn’t comfortable using the tactics he would have used on the Trade Federation on this slave-owning cheat of a junk dealer, so he has to find a less direct way of bilking the parts out of him.  He comes up with a convoluted plan to put a 9 year old into a dangerous podrace and cheat the junk dealer out of not only the parts, but also his slave.  I mean, it’s not like he could have just whipped out that light saber and started singing off wings to get the parts or anything.  He could have gone to another junk dealer who would have taken his Republic money or fallen for Jedi mind tricks to buy the parts or make a three cornered deal for them with the first guy.  Or he could have just sold the broken ship for whatever he could get and arranged transport on another ship.  Or heck, just offered to trade R2D2, a valuable repair droid he had brought along with him on this run to Starship Depot, for the parts.  That would have gotten him back to Coruscant quicker, spared the galaxy the scourge of Darth Vader, and saved us from all of those “why did the Empire make all of the power receptacles the same size and shape as the USB ports?” jokes.
  4. Taking Anakin with him to Coruscant.  After winning the parts from the junk dealer, Qui-Gon cheats him out of Anakin’s freedom.  He could have left him there to work as a tradesman or podracer long enough to buy his mother’s freedom.  That way he could have felt better about saving one slave out of the scores that must have existed on Tattooine, and we’d have been spared Hayden Christensen in the next two films.  Instead he thinks that he can make a 9 year old former slave with separation anxiety into an elite mystical warrior that will enforce the will of a democratically elected government that didn’t give enough of a damn about his plight as a slave to detail someone to free him and the rest of the human chattel on Tattooine.  The word you’re looking for here is ‘hubris’, which is pretty much the reason the rest of the series had a plot line.
It goes on from there.  If he had failed to do any of these things, all of the unpleasantness in the remainder of the series wouldn’t have happened.  No Sith takeover, no massacre of the Jedi, no clone troopers, no Rebellion, no Death Stars, nothing.
So in the end, I have come to believe that the villain of the entire six movie series was not Palpatine.  He at least was honestly evil.  Qui-Gon was a so-called good guy enforcer who brought down a millennium old Republic because he was “just trying to do the right thing”.  Kind of like someone taking money from hard working citizens to give to those who don’t feel that work is really that necessary, or a politician that would try to tax his way out of fiscal armageddon.  But then again, those last two might be too out of left field for anyone to believe.  Faster than light ships, laser swords, and sentient robots that are used and abused as slaves but don’t rise up and slaughter their former masters are more believable than that.

Geeky Thoughts

OK, stay with me on this one.  I’m going off the beaten path a bit.

In the original Star Wars, there’s a scene where Darth Vader inspects the outside of the Millenium Falcon after it’s been captured.  Han, Chewbacca, Ben, and Luke, along with their robotic comedy relief, are all hiding aboard.  A quick search by stormtroopers reveals nothing, so Vader orders a thorough scan of the ship.

As he goes to leave, he stops, ponders, and says “I feel a presence, a presence I’ve not felt since…..”, which we all assume means that he senses the presence of Obi-Wan Kenobi.  This is backed up a few scenes later when Vader and Grand Moff Tarkin are having a chat, and Tarkin tries to convince Vader that Obi-Wan and the rest of the Jedi are dead.

But what if Vader wasn’t thinking that he sensed Obi-Wan, but rather Luke?

Anakin Skywalker was the father of Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa.  He was with his wife, Padme Amadala, throughout her pregnancy, and must have experienced the little intimate contacts that expectant fathers have with their unborn children.  While he delighted in the hiccups and the kicks, would a Force empath such as the universe’s strongest Jedi also have also made a connection with his unborn twins via the Force?  A baby can sense light and sound while in utero, so why couldn’t Force sensitives such as Luke and Leia also sense the presence of their father and he sense them?

This clears up how Vader was able to be sure that Luke was his son in Empire Strikes Back, even before coming face to face with him.  He realized that the presence he felt on the Death Star was his kid, put two and two together when Imperial intelligence reported back on the AAR for the Battle of Yavin, and figured out that Obi-Wan and the Emperor might have pulled a paternal fast one on him.  Vader, of course, acts on his understandable anger by convincing the emperor that he could turn Luke to the Dark Side, and proposing a father-son coup against Palpatine, which Luke turns down when he finds out that his Sith moniker will be “Darth Junior”.

In Return of the Jedi, Luke and Vader are able to sense each other across inter-planetary distances, so catching a whiff of Daddy’s little padwan while standing next to the rustbucket he’s hiding in wouldn’t be a stretch.  So, instead of sensing  Obi-Wan, a Jedi master who must have learned to camouflage his mind against such things, it makes more sense that he was able to sense and possibly recognize the presence of a son he’d thought was dead.  Of course, Vader is able to deduce that if Luke is there, then old Obi-Wan must have been hiding him and is now taking him on some damn fool crusade, which explains the discussion with Tarkin about whether Obi-Wan was there.

And with that, the geek lamp is out.  Just had that thought rumbling around in my noggin for a while and it was time to let it out.

I’m raising a nerd

It’s unseasonably warm here in IndiUcky, so we decided to have dinner in the back yard tonight as a picnic.  Boo enjoyed being able to play outside a little later than usual, and of course, he brought along the lightsaber Irish Woman bought him when she went on the road last month.

Here is the budding padwan, complete with his trusty sidearm:

Keeping the back yard safe for picnics and sand boxes

 And of course, no time with Boo would be complete without being told to hush so that he could talk.

Hush Dad.  I can’t hear you over how awesome I am anyway.

He spent the evening trying to bat the lazy bumblebees that were buzzing around the blossoms on the cherry and peach trees with the lightsaber, but thankfully, he never connected.  He’s currently tucked safely in bed with his sword, Hasenpfeffer the Rabbit, and a book.

Update – Upon closer examination of these pictures, it appears that we never wash the young man’s face.  Fear not, for that is just the residue from a grape popsicle he enjoyed after dinner.

Quote of the Day

Don’t be too proud of this technological terror you’ve created.  The ability to hang doo-dads on the end of a carbine is nothing compared to the power of the Mosin. — Darth Vladimir, Dark Lord of Izhevsk and amateur chiropractor

Privacy? What’s that?

A recent appeals court ruling allows police to gather data from a cell phone without getting a warrant.  The case in question had police finding three cell phones during a drug arrest, turning them on, and recording the phone numbers so that call records for those numbers could be obtained.  The judge seems to draw a fuzzy line between getting this kind of information and searching for calling, browsing, and email information without a warrant.  There’s some point where the police would go too far, but he doesn’t seem to make that point very clear.

If you’re carrying a cell phone, especially a smart phone, then you are carrying around a device that holds a highly concentrated dose of your private information. Who you email, text or call, what pages you surf to, and any searches on the GPS are all there for anyone to see who can get to it.  And if this decision is affirmed by higher courts, it means that the police can take basic information from your phone, use that to find other information, then possibly use that information to get a warrant in order to go further into the phone.

I’d be interested to see what putting a hard-to-guess passcode on your phone would do.  My iPhone doesn’t give its phone number unless its unlocked, and of course you can’t get to the higher functions of the phone while it’s locked.  Recent court rulings hold that a defendant can be compelled to decrypt a hard drive, so I’m guessing that a defendant could be compelled to unlock a phone or face additional charges of contempt.

In the same vein, using any application that would wipe a phone remotely could be construed as destroying evidence, dragging whoever runs it into your trouble even deeper than they may already be.  All the authorities have to do is compel your cell provider or phone vendor to show records of access to your account.

And remember, the authorities are much less likely to get hold of your phone than Sumdood is.  Getting your contacts, personal information, passwords, and banking information would certainly make his day.  Safeguarding your data against him and his ilk is at least as important as keeping it safe from Officer RoidRage.

 So what can we do?

The only thing I can think of is to lock your phone and get a lawyer.  I’m sure there are a lot more things you can do, and a lot of shades of gray in all of these.  To be honest, I still believe that a majority of police aren’t out to mess with the populace in general, but there’s always that one guy.   Taking a few steps before there’s a problem can mean that you control when the information on your phone becomes available to the police, and you can do it under advice of counsel.

I Blame Qui-Gon

This afternoon, Girlie Bear and I decided to do something out of the ordinary and went to the movies.  George Lucas recently re-released The Phantom Menace, the first episode in his six episode Star Wars saga and the fourth movie released in that series.  The movie has been re-done in 3D, which was OK, and as usual, a Lucas movie does really well in special effects and does OK in acting, dialogue, and story.

Of course, being a geek, I’ve seen it before, so the story wasn’t exactly a surprise.  Lucas did a lot of the scenes, even ones that do nothing but plot exposition, in 3D, which was interesting.  Watching the scenes where tanks and droid soldiers march down the main street, complete with arch and the victory parade at the end tells me that Lucas has watched Triumph of the Will and movies from Paris in 1940 more than a few times.  So in addition to robbing Kurosawa blind, he also owes Leni Riefenstahl a beer.

But that’s not what struck me as the credits rolled.

What hit me was that all of the turmoil of the remaining five movies was the fault of one character.  No, not Palpatine, the Naboo Senator, Republic Chancellor, Emperor of the Galaxy, Sith Lord, and collector of authentic Wookie and Ewok teddy bears.

No, all of it was brought about by Qui-Gon Jin.

Qui-Gon is the master Jedi Knight who is teaching Obi-Wan Kenobi to be a Jedi when the movie begins.  He and Obi-Wan are sent on a mission to ‘convince’ one faction in a trade dispute to stop leaning on another faction.  By convince, I mean ‘show up wearing light sabers and force them to back down’.  You know, the same way that Vito Corleone and Luca Brazi got Johnny Fontaine that movie gig.  He fails when the people he was there to put the arm on tried to kill them both, launch a planetary invasion, and arrest/compost most of the opposing side in the dispute.  He convinces the leader of the losing side, Queen Amidala, to flee from the scene, lands on Tattooine to find parts, makes off with a slave he thinks might be the Jedi messiah, and deposits both of them on Coruscant, the Republic capital.  He picks a fight with the Jedi Council when they tell him that teaching the force to an emotionally unstable former slave is probably not the wisest thing to do.  He gives them the rhetorical finger and is sent back to Naboo with a ragtag band of people wearing red shirts.  On arrival, he follows the battle plan of a teenage girl, fights an evil Sith that looks like he was born out of a Larry Correia fever dream, and loses because his devoted Padwan was never good at wind sprints.  Obi-wan then goes on to finish the job by turning Darth Maul from an innie into an outie, saving the day. Obi-Wan makes a promise to Qui-Gon to teach Anakin Skywalker all of the skills he will need to bring down a democratic regime and murder just about everyone Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon know.

In all of those little plot points, all of the mistakes are made by Qui-Gon, and if he had zigged instead of zagged on any of them, Palpatine would have gone down as being the most affable evil Chancellor the Republic ever had, Anakin Skywalker would be the Jeff Gordon of the podracer circuit, and Amidala wouldn’t have passed on the “worst hair styles in a quarter century” gene to her daughter.

Here are the biggest mistakes he made, in your hosts humble opinion:

  1. Didn’t leave JarJar to get turned into cat meat.  When Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan trick the Gungun boss to let them go and give them transport so they could get to the Naboo capitol, Qui-Gon also asks that JarJar Binks be released to them.  It was done almost as an after thought.  If Qui-Gon hadn’t done that, JarJar wouldn’t have been there in the next movie to hand Palpatine dictatorial powers on a silver platter with a side of fries.  We would also have been spared two more movies worth of a bad Caribbean accent.
  2. Left Naboo with no air cover.  After freeing Queen Amidala and her entourage from the droid soldiers, they all decide to run like scalded dogs back to Coruscant.  In order to get to the Queen’s ship, which apparently was kept ready to go with her wardrobe and hair goop, they have to defeat the droids guarding the hangar.  These droids are also guarding the pilots for the fighters that are housed there, because when you’re decapitating a government, the last thing you want to do is massacre their elite pilots immediately.  After quickly dispatching the droids, the pilots are told to run, and they do.  Heaven forfend that they be inspired to jump in the cockpit and defend their queen as she runs to get help.  So the ship containing the soon-to-be government in exile takes off with no fighter escort.  This probably led directly to the ship being damaged, which necessitates the next stop in their journey:  Tattoine.  This is the home planet of everyone’s favorite Sith Lord in waiting, Anakin Skywalker.
  3. Going through an elaborate scheme to get parts to fix the ship.  Following the Star Wars tradition of using hyperdrive engines made out of paper mache and Coke bottles, our ragtag band of Jedi knights, queens with weird clothes and hair, and amphibious Rastafarians touch down on Tattoine to get parts and make repairs.  Qui-Gon goes into town to find parts, where he meets Anakin and discovers that only one junk dealer has the necessary gear, or at least that’s what the junk man says.  Qui-Gon doesn’t seem to check with the competition to see if he might be telling a little fib in order to get the rube in the brown coat to make a purchase.  The junk man won’t take the money they bring with them, and Jedi mind tricks don’t work.  Apparently Qui-Gon isn’t comfortable using the tactics he would have used on the Trade Federation on this slave-owning cheat of a junk dealer, so he has to find a less direct way of bilking the parts out of him.  He comes up with a convoluted plan to put a 9 year old into a dangerous podrace and cheat the junk dealer out of not only the parts, but also his slave.  I mean, it’s not like he could have just whipped out that light saber and started singing off wings to get the parts or anything.  He could have gone to another junk dealer who would have taken his Republic money or fallen for Jedi mind tricks to buy the parts or make a three cornered deal for them with the first guy.  Or he could have just sold the broken ship for whatever he could get and arranged transport on another ship.  Or heck, just offered to trade R2D2, a valuable repair droid he had brought along with him on this run to Starship Depot, for the parts.  That would have gotten him back to Coruscant quicker, spared the galaxy the scourge of Darth Vader, and saved us from all of those “why did the Empire make all of the power receptacles the same size and shape as the USB ports?” jokes.
  4. Taking Anakin with him to Coruscant.  After winning the parts from the junk dealer, Qui-Gon cheats him out of Anakin’s freedom.  He could have left him there to work as a tradesman or podracer long enough to buy his mother’s freedom.  That way he could have felt better about saving one slave out of the scores that must have existed on Tattooine, and we’d have been spared Hayden Christensen in the next two films.  Instead he thinks that he can make a 9 year old former slave with separation anxiety into an elite mystical warrior that will enforce the will of a democratically elected government that didn’t give enough of a damn about his plight as a slave to detail someone to free him and the rest of the human chattel on Tattooine.  The word you’re looking for here is ‘hubris’, which is pretty much the reason the rest of the series had a plot line.
It goes on from there.  If he had failed to do any of these things, all of the unpleasantness in the remainder of the series wouldn’t have happened.  No Sith takeover, no massacre of the Jedi, no clone troopers, no Rebellion, no Death Stars, nothing.  
So in the end, I have come to believe that the villain of the entire six movie series was not Palpatine.  He at least was honestly evil.  Qui-Gon was a so-called good guy enforcer who brought down a millennium old Republic because he was “just trying to do the right thing”.  Kind of like someone taking money from hard working citizens to give to those who don’t feel that work is really that necessary, or a politician that would try to tax his way out of fiscal armageddon.  But then again, those last two might be too out of left field for anyone to believe.  Faster than light ships, laser swords, and sentient robots that are used and abused as slaves but don’t rise up and slaughter their former masters are more believable than that. 

How I got Boo ready for his nap

When Girlie Bear and Little Bear were about Boo’s age, I bought them each a collapsible plastic lightsaber.  Yeah, it’s sometimes cool to have a dad who’s a geek.  The kids enjoyed beating on each other and me, and when they moved on to other toys, I put them up.  I stumbled across them in a closet this morning, and gave them to Boo.  He hasn’t put down his lightsaber since.  My hands and arms are a bit sore from being hit and swinging a lightsaber all morning, but it’s a good sore.

He’s currently all tuckered out after an extended post-lunch lightsaber duel.  It went kind of like this:

Of course, it looked more like the end of the movie than the beginning, but I never claimed to be agile.  I’m looking to a quiet afternoon as he sleeps it off and recharges his batteries.

Geek Christmas Carols

Yeah, I’m finally in the mood.  Not the Christmas mood, just a mood.

Jingle bells, UNIX smells
Windows laid an egg
The mainframe it just vapor locked
But the VAX is A-OK!


I’m dreaming of a white laptop
Just like Jobs used to sell
With a one button mouse
It costs as much as a house
But it goes with black turtlenecks so well!


The users called me
The network is down
They can’t surf their pr0n
The network is down
The tech is on his way
The network is down
Email jokes can’t be sent!
The network is down
Network is down
Network is down


Silent NOC
Happy NOC
No alerts
No drama
Reading a novel
And eating take-out
Hoping my shift
is quiet no doubt
Keep my board clea–ar
Ke-ep my board so clear


Just see those servers crashing
And hard drives thrashing
Oh joy!
This is a great profession
for someone with a pain obsession
Oh boy!