Friday Hat Blogging

The cloche hat. Popular in the flapper-tastic 1920s.

[Aside: After two months of incomplete stories (I count about a dozen), I've finally written something, for this week's Sunday Scribblings prompt. It feels like a huge relief. I was wondering if I'd ever finish anything again. I'm going to sleep on it, edit it, and post it tomorrow morning (BST).]


Psychedelic Crater Descent

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Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech

NASA reports that Mars rover Spirit "recently overtook the classic Viking 2 Lander's spot as the second-longest-lasting spacecraft on the surface of Mars: 1290 sols (martian days) and counting!" Viking 2 was, of course, a mission from the 1970s, hence the funkedelic image above to celebrate. Apparently.

Meanwhile, according to this post on the Planetary Society blog, Opportunity is finally poised to descend into Victoria Crater.

Apologies if I'm lax on the blogging at the mo, I'm still feeling unwell, and having trouble thinking let alone typing. (For example, I just had to edit this post to change the label to Mars, from Pluto. Bit of a difference.)


Getting There

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5 words I cannot spell

1. Colisseum
2. Occassionally
3. Millenium
4. Catterpillar
5. Desparately


DVD Review: Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex: 2nd Gig: Volume 7: Colon Explosion

So I've finally seen all of the second series (or 2nd Gig, as it's known) of Stand Alone Complex, the episodic spin-off from the cyberpunk Ghost in the Shell franchise. Given that the concluding TV movie Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex: Solid State Society has been released in the UK just this week (to the sound of ':' keys breaking across the nation), I thought it would be an apt time to review the final volume of 2nd Gig, and try to express my conflicting opinions on Stand Alone Complex as a whole.

Motoko Kusanagi
Looking back on the first series (1st Gig, I guess you could call it, although no-one really does), the recurring 'Laughing Man' storyline was several orders of magnitude better than the episodes which tried to shoehorn a single story into their twenty-five minute running time (often resorting to exposition and coincidence to do so). As a huge fan of Mamoru Oshii's 1995 Ghost in the Shell feature film, I would even say that the Laughing Man episodes can stand shoulder-to-shoulder with his work, even if they aren't quite up to the same standard. For this reason, 2nd Gig understandably focuses most of its episodes on a central mystery, and, less understandably, does pretty badly at it.

Writer-director Kenji Kamiyama apparently took this over-arching storyline as an excuse to ignore the individual worth of any single episode. Many episodes, rather than possessing any kind of climax or cliffhanger, instead finish with us being parcelled out some small nugget of information about the central mystery, or some mechanically plotted piece of foreshadowing. Some of the episodes consist almost entirely of exposition that could have easily been more interestingly or more succinctly presented. And, apparently unable to work the main characters of Security Section 9 into all the important events, Kamiyama instead has our heroes watch many of the most dramatic parts of the story on TV (I can, at least, identify with them quite well in this respect). Whenever Section 9 actually do seem to do something of worth, we're then treated to shadowy villain Gohda smiling evilly and remarking that they reacted exactly as he had planned them to. Rather than protagonists struggling against adversity, 2nd Gig all too often seems to be merely presenting us with a bunch of stuff that happens.

Togusa aims his gun.
It's not all bad, of course. Thanks to the success of the first series, 2nd Gig has seriously ramped up the production values, constantly providing luscious, atmospheric visuals and smooth, dynamic movement. If I tend to be a little harsh on action films that fail to measure up, it's only because Stand Alone Complex has absolutely spoiled me rotten with its fluid, perfectly choreographed, perfectly framed, perfectly paced action scenes.

As with the first season, there are also those episodes that avoid the recurring storyline. And, in a complete reversal, these are the ones that stand out as particularly excellent. The problem of fitting a whole plot into twenty-five minutes has been solved by instead making these episodes simple vignettes that focus on a particular character. Motoko stumbles upon hidden memories from her childhood; taciturn Paz is stalked by a former lover who has stolen his appearance; mysterious Saito relates how he met Motoko and lost his eye (unsurprisingly in the same incident). These episodes are exciting, moving, atmospheric, occasionally even understated. I'd go so far as to say that the episode about Motoko's childhood is easily one of the most affecting pieces of animation I've seen.

Kuze dodges bullets.
The final three episodes, of course, do not include such a vignette. And if I was hoping that all the exposition and foreshadowing we were subjected to in previous episodes meant that we would now get a stonking, all-action, all-drama finale, I was also disappointed. Where these last three episodes do best is not in giving us relentless action or emotional development, but instead in reminding us of the nifty ideas and themes underlying the main storyline. Immigration, terrorism and democratic disaffection are all dealt with as part of a situation that develops as a direct allegory for Japan's (and many other nations', I would add) involvement in the Iraq war. At it's most obvious, we see a mostly civilian area being bombarded with shells and missiles before cutting to a television journalist calmly reporting the event to us as if it were all civilised and unavoidable.

Moments like this are what work best about the main storyline, especially with regard to prime anti-hero Hideo Kuze. The result of a mental computer virus designed to create 'heroes' - with the intention that they will actually be considered terrorists and unwittingly aid a sinister right-wing agenda – Kuze is apparently the one-in-a-million real hero: a man of enormous charisma who will fight when it is necessary but otherwise eschews violence. Of course, it's easy for Kuze to be sanguine, with his bulletproof, military-issue 'prosthetic body'. Many of the desperate, impoverished refugees who flock to him, however, are a little more jittery on the trigger, and the way that Kuze's almost romantic heroism is reinterpreted, misunderstood and twisted by his followers is another nifty part of the series. I'm reminded of the contrast between Jesus and many Christians. Kuze even acquires some stigmata when he's shot through the hand.

2nd Gig, while we're on the subject, is keen to try and achieve the weightiness of Oshii's feature film, heaping on the symbolism to little actual effect. At one point, Motoko hands Kuze an apple while her perennial admirer Batou tries to literally bash his way into the scene with a giant crucifix. Those who come to Stand Alone Complex seeking subtlety will leave quite empty handed.

Various characters, including Proto.
Probably the best example of all the missed chances I saw in this show is the light suddenly cast on very minor character Proto. A delicate, reticent, slightly sad fellow with a quiet dedication, he's utterly unlike any of the other members of Section 9. Why then is such an interesting personality given only scant seconds of screen time before stepping forward in the final three episodes? And yet, I can't complain entirely, because he is an interesting character, and he is given some focus in these last episodes. As with everything else to do with Stand Alone Complex, it's a case of brilliant ideas with mixed execution.


Crazy Talking

I'm actually not feeling very well at the moment. It sucks.

While you're here, let me tell you something that I hate: on news shows, when they have the camera zoomed in on a reporter walking towards us through a crowd. I always watch the crowd for the people looking at the reporter like they're crazy.

Because, you know, when you live in a big city, people will often walk past you by themselves, talking aloud. Half of them are on hands-free mobile phones. And the other half are crazy. The thing is, I'd rather have a crazy person walking past me mumbling prayers to Yog-Sothoth than have a TV-person brazenly orate in my left ear so that I appear on the local news looking at an award-winning journalist like they must be mad.

Does that make sense? (I can't tell, my head is all funny.)


Join Elvis on the Mothership

I'm having too many ideas at once at the moment, I can't focus on any of them.

I'm writing a story, presently meandering to a close. The Sunday Scribblings prompt of 'Goosebumps' a few weeks back encouraged me to try and write a spooky story, but it's easier said than done.

My B-Game - entitled Poizoned Minds, although I have difficult (mis)spelling it - is coming along. There are only two or three features left to add, and then comes the long slog of actually implementing the veritable combinatorial explosion of options that I have planned. (One of those options will be, "Join Elvis on the mothership.")

I've also got a pile of books and comics to read. I'm currently reading Lovecraft's Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath which is hard going enough (for me) that it's taking ages, but compelling enough that I feel guilty if I read anything else.

And then there's everything else that I'm supposed to be doing.



TIGSource are holding a 'B-Game' competition, looking for games so bad they're good. I couldn't resist, and neither could about a million other people. My idea for a fundamentally flawed concept was to try and come up with the computer game equivalent of The Seventh Seal. After a lot of head scratching I decided that what that actually meant was that the aim of the game must be to come to terms with the fact that you can't really 'win' or solve the mystery or anything.

To that end, I'm writing a mostly text-based game with hundreds of different options, all of which either (i) uncover more options (ii) kill you or (iii) do nothing helpful at all.

The competition closes on September 13th.


Origami Cat

I find my cat enjoys playing with screwed up pieces of paper as much as anything I might actually spend money on.


Keaton Collaborators

I've been meaning to do this for a while now. Watching Buster Keaton's films, I tend to spend a lot of time going, "Hey, that guy was in one of Keaton's other films, but I can't remember what his name is!" The internet is little help in this regard, there being no pages that list Buster Keaton's collaborators, regulars, favourite actors, whatever you want to call them. Wouldn't it be great, I thought, if there were somewhere on the net where you could match the faces to the names?

So here it is. Ordered by the number of Keaton films they've featured in, Buster Keaton's little gang - or at least, all the faces that I find memorable from his films. (Mouse-over the pictures to see which movie they're from.)

Joe Roberts - 18 Busters

Joe Roberts in The Goat
A long-time friend of Buster's, he played menacing and/or comic characters of large stature in pretty much all of his short films. Sadly, he died of a stroke in 1923, meaning that he only had the chance to appear in two of Keaton's feature length pictures.

Virginia Fox - 10 Busters

Buster Keaton and Virginia Fox in The Haunted House
The daughter of the man who gave the Fox studio its name, Virginia played brash, alluring women in many of Buster's short films.

Joe Keaton - 10 Busters

Joe Keaton in Sherlock Jr
Joe, father of Buster, played numerous small parts in his son's films - often sporting ridiculous make-up.

Sybil Seely - 5 Busters

Sybil Seely in The Scarecrow
The other leading lady common to many of Keaton's short films, Seely was more obviously pretty than Fox, but generally played less interesting characters.

Snitz Edwards - 3 Busters

Snitz Edwards in Seven Chances
A prolific character actor of the 1920s, Keaton obviously liked the look of his versatile face, casting him in prominent roles in three of his feature length pictures.

Erwin Connelly - 3 Busters

Erwin Connelly in Sherlock Jr
Memorable more for his interesting face than the size of his roles, Connelly had parts in three of Keaton's feature length pictures, most notably as a villain in Sherlock Jr.


Derren Brown - "Thieving Ratbag"

"I thought you accepted that here."


"Can I just grab your wallet off you?"

Hang on a minute...!


Tricks of the Mind

I've always thought that Richard Dawkins was a much better voice for presenting the wonders of science rather than railing against the shortcomings of nonsense, but the first half of his new two-episode TV series, Enemies of Reason - this time tackling superstition and pseudoscience - has nicely set me straight.

There were, though - as there usually are with Dawkins - still a few points where I thought he wasn't getting his point across as well as he could. For example, we started by tackling astrology, which we are told is accepted by more Britons than believe in 'any one god'. As we delved into things, an astrologer told us that the stars and planets don't cause things to happen, but rather signify events. Dawkins responded by saying that he didn't see how they could be signifiers, and I thought yes, quite right. The planets move in a very orderly, regular fashion. It's difficult to accept that the bubbly, surprising mass of events in history and everyday life could be predicted for the next few billion years by the clockwork, repetitious movements of the Solar System. But the astrologer interrupted and said that Dawkins didn't like it because he didn't know how they could be signifiers and that it was a deep mystery as to how it worked. Dawkins agreed and we moved on to the next segment. No, I thought, don't agree with him!

That is exactly the wrong side of the debate to be on. People like astrologers always want to claim the romantic aura of mystery, while at the same time clinging to unsupported superstitions rather than admitting that they don't have any better an understanding of why things happen than the rest of us do. Or to put it another way: when I lose a sock, I don't know where it is or what happened to it. It's a mystery! But an astrologer knows exactly what's going on (or so he or she thinks): the sock has gone missing because Venus is in retrograde - no mystery there! And of course, I've written before about how astrology ignores the countless mysteries of the Solar System in favour of a geocentric system of moving lights in the sky - in fact the line "astrology is an aesthetic affront" is one, to my knowledge, coined by Dawkins.

So no, I don't like letting the astrologer act as if sceptics are balking at a mystery, at not understanding how it works. As Carl Sagan once pointed out: it doesn't matter if we know how it works or not. There are plenty of phenomena we have evidence for, but which we don't understand. What matters is that there is no evidence astrology works, plenty that it does not, and much more contradicting its geocentric world view. In this case we favour mystery over a trite, clockwork, small and oversimplified world view. (Although a discussion of how astrology might work is an interesting way to see just how vague and self-contradictory it is, as Phil Plait demonstrates here.)

But aside from that one niggle, I was surprised to see the rest of show put such a powerful case forward, indeed I now realise that Dawkins ultimately went on to make a similar argument to the one I did above: that superstition is a way of taking refuge from a complicated and apparently random world. He also did a nice job of dispelling a lot of the peculiar prejudices that people seem to acquire about science - for example, pointing out to a post-modernist that science is very much against 'experts' claiming special authority, or relating how scientists came to understand the way that bats 'see' in the dark. The idea that they used sonar was initially very unpopular, it turns out, but it came to be supported by multiple lines of corroborating evidence. Compare to that, Dawkins suggested, the vague and paltry offering of evidence that is supposed to convince us of psychic powers in humans.

Perhaps the best constructed sequence involved everyone's favourite illusionist, Derren Brown (coming soon to American TV screens, I believe). We saw him 'contacting' the dead relatives of his show's audience, and then explaining how he did it. Flash forward to Dawkins attending a spiritualist church, where we saw exactly the same thing happening, only this time everyone was believing it - desperately. Psychics taking advantage of the bereaved is the most often cited evil of superstition, but Dawkins was keen to point out the many other dangers that arise from shoddy thinking, from racist conspiracy theories to unvaccinated children. Acknowledging that verifiable evidence is a better way of perceiving the Universe than personal feeling is the only way to protect ourselves from dangerous lies and untruths, Dawkins concluded. Roll on episode two.


Portrait of an Explodey Snowball

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Credit: NASA/JPL/Space Science Institute

This straightforward portrait from Cassini shows the variety of terrain on Saturn's small, icy moon Enceladus. The cratered regions are the kind of landscape you expect to see on rocky worlds far and wide, while the smooth, furrowed areas hint at the moon's dynamic geological secrets - of which the most obvious examples are the water-ice geysers on the moon's south pole (see this gorgeous image).


Friday God Blogging

Cupid, god of erotic love, seen here abducting Psyche. Because this blog needs more pictures of pretty naked people.


Scouts, Scouts Everywhere

So, by the way, this past couple of weeks my town was one of the nearest islands of civilisation to the 21st World Scout Jamboree, with the peculiar result that you couldn't take five paces without tripping over a scout from some far flung corner of the globe. There was a busload of Finnish scouts parked at Tesco, scouts chattering in Spanish outside MacDonalds, and a scout leader berating his charges in Arabic outside W.H. Smith. Every other person on the high street seemed to be wearing that scarf/handkerchief thing that marked them out as slightly more proficient at camp craft than the average person, even that group of women in saris walking past Argos. And look: more Finnish scouts wandering around the market!

It seems to finally be over now, so I guess we'll have to go back to talking about the weather. Perhaps it will start raining scouts?


Hyperbole Mission

Everything is distracting me from everything else at the moment, but I did have a flash of inspiration last night regarding TBTBSG. The tone and storyline came a little closer to... well, existing at all, and I bashed out this brief intro sequence for the game. (Click each image to view them full size.)

I'm not sure if this is an entertaining homage to the games of my youth, or just a load of rubbish, but either way these screens are in no way final.


Saturn: Good and Great

The Cassini imaging team (CICLOPS) are light years astronomical units ahead of everyone else when it comes to releasing gorgeous images of other worlds to the public, however it must be said that they don't release as many colour images as they could - you know, if they weren't busy doing science and all that stuff. As what I consider to be the chief testament to NASA's coolness, however, raw images from all their unmanned missions are released into the public domain via the Internet. That way, image gurus like Gordan Ugarkovic can assemble colour pictures wherever the data exists (albeit after a nine month period where CICLOPS have the exclusive).

Gordan's latest such composite is the most recent image featured on Riding with Robots, and you must drop everything you are doing and click this link to view it now - preferably taking a deep breath beforehand in preparation for any exclamations you may wish to utter. This colour, animated image shows the Saturnian system in motion over a period of about an hour, as Saturn spins on its axis and Titan and Dione orbit around it. Unspeakably nifty.

The Cassini team themselves have meanwhile published an article in Nature detailing their research into the origin of Saturn's mysterious G ring.

Unlike Saturn's other dusty rings, such as the E and F rings, the G ring is not associated closely with moons that either could supply material directly to it -- as Enceladus does for the E ring -- or sculpt and perturb its ring particles -- as Prometheus and Pandora do for the F ring. The location of the G ring continued to defy explanation, until now.

Read the news article here. You can also view a movie of the 'arc' in the G ring here. It seems that relatively large chunks of ice exist in this arc, producing the particles that make up the G ring when they are struck by micrometeoroids.

Mars: Good and Bad

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Credit: NASA

It's nice to know that while I was preoccupied, Phoenix successfully launched on a trajectory that will drop it on the northern polar regions of Mars. Phoenix is the first spacecraft since the Viking probes to specifically be looking for signs of life on Mars (ignoring, as a point of national pride, the ill-fated Beagle 2). You might like to take a gander at the nice Phoenix wrapup at the Planetary Society Blog.

On a more worrisome note, the latest news item on the Mars Rover website states that NASA are now starting to get worried about how one of the brave little robots may fare if the dust storm that engulfs it continues unabated:

Dust in the atmosphere and dust settling onto Opportunity's solar panels challenges the ability of the solar panels to convert sunlight into enough electricity to supply the rover's needs. The most recent communication from Opportunity, received Monday, July 30, indicates that sunlight over the rover's Meridiani Planum location remains only slightly less obscured than during the dustiest days Opportunity survived in mid-July. With dust now accumulating on the solar panels, the rover is producing barely as much energy as it is using in a very-low-power regimen it has been following since July 18.

Poor little 'bot. Here's hoping she makes it out the other side.


Crisis Waning

Well, I now have running water again, which is nice. I will be taking a very long bath in a short moment. My cat was rather upset at being shut in just one room while strange people came in and used loud power tools to dig up the floor and locate a leak. (Which is possibly why he's attempting to pee on my bed as I write this.)

Apparently the workmen encountered some sort of Lovecraftian subterranean grotto, dimly lit by phosphorescent fungi, where they were assailed by stunted, half-human creatures that hoarded a pile of bones with disturbingly similar proportions to the house's previous inhabitants...

Or maybe the leak was just in an awful place on an already convoluted system of piping. I forget.


The House that Stole Lunch

Today has been a day of phone calls and skipped meals. On the plus side, I have finally learnt how insurance companies provide help in emergencies. It works like this:

First phone call:

Me: Hello, my house is exploding. Can you help?
Insurance man: No, of course not.
Me: Oh. Okay.

Second phone call:

Me: Hello, my house is exploding. Can you help?
Insurance woman: You called before about this. The computer says so.
Me: Yes, and I have been reading the insurance policy and it says you are supposed to help me. [quotes relevant passage]
Insurance woman: Well... if we must.

I wish I lived in a country where you had to get insurance for medical treatment! That must really be a blast!