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Thursday, August 27, 2026
Pit Stop Pothole Wit Slop Hobo
In the middle of our street
A pit within our midst
The riddle we must meet
Gaping like a wound
Festering and dark
A hazard to our safety and
One less place to park
Some say it is a pot hole
And easy to repair
But what if it's a knothole
A pit of pure despair?
Some say it is a gateway
A tunnel straight to hell
Some argue for its innocence
And sincerely wish it well
As for me, I do abstain
From judging empty space
I'll hold my tongue and keep the peace
And try to show some grace
Wednesday, August 26, 2026
Earth Trek
Steve Shives, one of my favourite YouTubers, posted an editorial today about how the end of the Cold War took away Star Trek's central metaphor, one that informed many episodes of the original series and the final original series movie in particular. He acknowledges that many excellent episodes of Star Trek have been made since then, but that they lack that one overriding and consistent structural allegory--one that links the fictional world to the real one. He then suggests that future showrunners would do well to take a look at the world and find a replacement central allegory, suggesting the rise of AI, the resurgence of fascist movements, and, naturally, climate change, our most urgent existential threat.
Steve hints at this problem in his video, but I'm not sure how Star Trek could tackle climate change when they don't face a similar crisis--that is, one caused not by an external force, but our own bad decisions. One late episode of The Next Generation suggested that faster than light travel was an environmental threat, but that thread didn't last long before it was dropped, offscreen, by a technological solution. Not exactly a mirror to our existing situation!
So imagine the next Star Trek show isn't a Star Trek show--that it's merely set in the same universe. It's not even a science fiction show, but a political drama, one that starts in the present day with as much real-world grounding as possible: Earth Trek--six seasons of drama taking us from 2030 to 2060, with five-year gaps between each season, from today to just before first contact with the Vulcans.
With apologies to Kim Stanley Robinson, who came up with this idea in his 2020 novel The Ministry for the Future, imagine Earth Trek's pilot opens with the worst climate catastrophe humanity has yet faced. In Robinson's novel, it's a heat wave that kills millions in India, an event that finally wakes up humanity and causes some serious collective action. For the pilot, we could start with an even bigger climate disaster that impacts larger areas of the world, with tens of millions of casualties and catastrophic economic damage, enough to completely restructure the entire world political and social order--but instead of the decent outcome we get in Robinson's novel, the pilot ends with the limited nuclear war that we know happens sometime in the Star Trek timeline. The main characters we establish in the pilot--representing perspectives from every continent--all die. The title of the episode, revealed as the nuclear fire fades to black:
THE HUMAN ADVENTURE IS OVER.
Episode two, set the day after catastrophe, introduces the real main cast, again drawn from every continent. Each cast member represents and embodies a human reaction and response to the ultimate disaster. The first season of the show doesn't shy away from the horror of the situation, depicting the real human costs not just of climate change, but climate change on top of the death of hundreds of millions of people and catastrophic loss of infrastructure. Humanity is probably doomed, but for one factor: out of necessity, people finally come together, because cooperation means survival. By season's end, we see the shaky beginnings of a world actively looking for solutions and taking radical action to end selfishness and greed--by any means necessary. The focus of the first season is radically rethinking the global economy and distribution of wealth, with one purpose in mind: the survival of as many human beings as possible.
Five years later, as the second season opens, we see the beginnings of progress. Much of the world still lies in ruins, and the skies, earth, and seas are still poisoned. Perhaps half of humanity has died. But there are no more wars, and as a species we've finally stopped using fossil fuels. (Demand is way down, which helps.) Enough key infrastructure has survived to allow trade and research to continue at a vastly reduced scale. This is not the world of Mad Max or The Road Warrior, at least not globally. Civilization hangs by a thread, but it still hangs. This season focuses on rethinking how we approach the human hierarchy of needs--how we meet them in a broken world, if we can at all.
Five years later, season three. Genuine progress, and finally some stability. Life is hard, but life expectancy is climbing back upward. Basic research is prioritized, with the world's brightest minds working together with one purpose: to ensure humanity's survival and, if possible, to improve quality of life for humanity while repairing the biosphere. We invent true AI, with real guardrails; for good reason, we're paranoid now. All research, especially potentially dangerous research, is strictly controlled. Professionalism and dedication to duty isn't a virtue here--it's the bare minimum for every person who wants to survive.
Five years later, season four. True AGI finally takes shape, and this new being draws on all of humanity's collective wisdom--and folly--to help humanity chart the path forward. Research and applications that would have taken us decades to accomplish alone are realized and utilized at breathtaking speed.
Five and ten years later, seasons five and six--the next great crisis. Now that people are more comfortable and survival seems probable, we start falling back into old patterns. These two seasons describe the last cold war--and by season six, humanity is finally, if only shakily, ready to meet the civilizations of the stars.
There you have it. Obviously I haven't gone so far as to plan a series bible, much less story outlines, but I think this might serve as the kind of framework Shives suggests.
Addendum: Asked Gemini to create a title screen for the show, forgot I had it set on video generation. Sorry, planet! Oh, the irony.
Tuesday, August 25, 2026
Lead Mallet
Monday, August 24, 2026
Special High Grade Zinc Ingots from Flin Flon
Sometime during the 1970s, a representative of Hudson Bay Mining and Smelting in Flin Flon gave Mom and Dad two 99.99% pure zinc ingots. COME BACK, ZINC! Oh wait, it's right here.
Sunday, August 23, 2026
Serpentine Core
Sometimes customers from the Ruttan Mine would bring Mom and Dad interesting little keepsakes, like this serpentine core. It's smooth and soapy, and it feels like a little piece of home.
Saturday, August 22, 2026
Soapstone Duck by Taiviti Makimmaq (Maybe)
This carving belonged to Mom and Dad, and as far as I can recall they obtained it sometime in the 1970s; at least, I remember it being around our homes for at least that long. I've always been quite fond of the look and feel of this soapstone bird, and now I'm its caretaker.
According to the Inuit Disc Number and Inuktuk symbols carved into the bottom of the sculpture, it appears that Taiviti Makimmaq (AKA David Makimmaq) of northern Quebec made this. But that's something that Gemini spouted, and my own non-AI searches for the disc number or either version of the artist's purported name have failed to corroborate Gemini's guess. So who knows, really.
Whoever the artist really was, I'm happy to give this a home.
Friday, August 21, 2026
Ragtime Remake
Idea: A new version of Ragtime, but it's about a disaster that requires everyone on Earth to pull together and create billions of rags, then use them to clean up the planet. Makes heavy use of ragtime music.
As I was writing, I had Gemini make a poster. My prompt:
Create a movie poster for a remake of Ragtime, except this time the movie is about the people of earth using rags to clean up the world. Feel free to come up with an appropriate crew and cast for the poster credits. The poster's tagline should be "From Rags...New Riches"
Thursday, August 20, 2026
Simian Shelf Actualization
Wednesday, August 19, 2026
Carpenter Makes a Shelf
Tuesday, August 18, 2026
Alberta Liberal Caucus Swag
Given that the Alberta Liberals haven't elected any MLAs for over a decade, I suppose you could consider these collectors' items.
Monday, August 17, 2026
Make Sure You're Registered to Vote
Alberta's unnecessary referendumb is coming up soon, so be sure you're registered to vote in Alberta--there are scattered reports of Albertans discovering they're not registered, and if you're unregistered, you won't be able to cast your vote on October 19
Check your registration status here.
Thanks to Totty for bringing this to my attention.
Sunday, August 16, 2026
Blue Vegas
Saturday, August 15, 2026
The Grand Canyon of Time
Friday, August 14, 2026
Our Duty on October 19
Thursday, August 13, 2026
Felled by Fellini
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| Do you mock me, sir? |
A few days ago, I completed a major reorganization of our theatre room. Yesterday, not content with my work, I set about re-sorting some of my discs and adding themed decorations to the shelves.
Suddenly, something heavy fell from above, slamming right into the bridge of my nose. I was so stunned that I didn't even yell; I was too dazed. A second later, the pain hit; it was severe enough that I wondered if something had broken my nose. When I touched it, causing an even worse flare-up of pain, my fingers came away covered with blood.
I scurried to the bathroom and tenderly applied tissue to the wound to stanch the flow of blood, then returned to the scene of the accident. There on the floor was my prized Criterion Fellini box set--the culprit. I must have jostled the shelves, and the set, which had been perched with other Criterion sets on high, tilted over and struck its blow.
I have now secured the Fellini in a better position. I'm just glad it didn't fall on Sylvia.
Thanks to Stephen for the inspiration for this post's title.
Wednesday, August 12, 2026
Analog Space Invaders
That's how I rediscovered a cheap "Space Invaders Bowling" game I've never played. I don't even remember where it came from. I was going to throw the whole thing away, but then I decided to prime the neon "pins" black and dry brush the alien images green. Now I can create or enhance some gaming terrain with them.
I think these are the first things I've painted since Mom first went to the hospital last year.
Tuesday, August 11, 2026
19 Years!
Next year--fingers crossed--we'll celebrate our 20th anniversary someplace far from here.
Thanks for sharing a lovely day, Squishy McMonkey.
Monday, August 10, 2026
Bruce Campbell vs. the Blobs
Sunday, August 09, 2026
View from the Cabot Trail
Saturday, August 08, 2026
Jellybean Streets
My anthipathy for the boring beige houses that seem to be the default in Edmonton intensified when Sylvia and I visited St. John's. I wish I lived on a rainbow road.
Friday, August 07, 2026
A Woman of Salt Lake
Thursday, August 06, 2026
Gemini Interprets "My Eyes Bleed Coke"
My eyes bleed Coke
My bread doth me choke
My gums fairly smoke
I’m about to croak
Ye are ye who be
Ye who see who ye be
Be ye he who sees the sea
She be the she who kisseth me
Me I am what I wish to be
Until a bottle striketh me
Never a borrower nor lender be
But give a dram of ink to Lee
Lee, he be the Count, you see
He who bites the necks of shes
And makes us think of honeybees
Who swarm and have us on our knees
Sticky ichor down me cheeks
The stale, flat Coke, she surely reeks
Me eyes bled it for many weeks
Accompanied by untold shrieks
Sugar in me humour hurts
Cries of pain my larynx blurts
But still the blood she spurts ‘n spurts
One of Satan’s crueler works
My eyes bleed Coke
I fed it into Gemini's image generator a few weeks ago; you see the result above.
Wednesday, August 05, 2026
Tuesday, August 04, 2026
Themes and Nanogenres Mid-Year Check-In
I feel kind of accused by "Intense Violence and Sexual Transgression" appearing in my top ten themes. I don't shy away from that sort of thing, but I'm not actively looking either. My affection for the horror genre probably has something to do with it.
Monday, August 03, 2026
Richard XXX
Made inglorious winter by this climate change
And all the clouds that poured upon our houses
Endless rain and thunder's wrath.


















