Teleporters, wormholes and portals

I am a firm believer that we will never invent or discover wormhole, teleporter, or portal technology. That said, I do like to think about the possible consequences of such technology.

Star Trek explored a very simple example of how transporter technology could revolutionize travel.

In Pandora’s Star and Judas Unchained, Peter F Hamilton explored the use of wormholes for massive transportation over long distances. He also described the perfect bank heist using the technology.

But if we really had this capability, what would we do with it?

Shelve Stocking
Must to the joy and dismay of store workers everywhere, their jobs would easily become obsolete. The milk bottling plant could transport the milk containers directly into the fridge of the store who sells it. The store manager orders an item and it’s immediately transported from the warehouse to the shelf. Completely automatically.

Bottomless Pockets
You want to take your cell phone, iPod, iPad, wireless keyboard, wallet, keys, pocket knife, etc. along with you everywhere you go? All you need is a pocket with a portal built into the opening. The other end of the portal is placed in a box at home. Everything you might want can be placed in that box and grabbed at any time.

Car Wash
Arguably, we wouldn’t need cars in this utopian future, but let’s assume we still do. Rather than going through a car wash to clean your car, what if you just transported your car without all the mud on the outside or garbage on the inside? All the left over parts could be transported to a different location, or could simply disappear.

Shopping Carts
What if, when you put something in your shopping cart it would be automatically transported to your kitchen, or perhaps even fridge, if the device detected that it required cold storage. Such a device could easily stan for any sort of code on the object and bill your account accordingly.

Instant Shipping
Then again, why do we need to go to the store. If the stores get all their product from transporters, why not order it online and receive instant shipping? Amazon would jump all over this. Netflix would too. Any the pizza delivery place.

What would you use a teleporter/wormhole/portal for?

Keyboard Bugs – And how to clean them

In what might have been the most exciting moment of my weekend, a small spider came running across my desk. Not wanting to share my personal space with the tiny trespasser, I grabbed a slightly used napkin and attempted to squash him. My blow was blocked by the corner of my notepad he was skirting against, and his direction changed from west, to due south. With a flying leap he lept off the front my my desk and landed on my keyboard and immediately found cover under the #9 key.

In order to record this momentous moment in history I immediately tweeted about it.

A small spider just ran across my desk. When I tried to kill it it fell onto my keyboard and is hiding under my #9 key. That didn’t kill it.

With a scared arachnid now taking refuge in my computer peripheral I do what every sane person would do, and rush off to find my camera.

Spider Under 9 Key Wide

Spider Under 9 Key CU

The spider is still moving around under the key and I come to the realization that I’m going to have to get it out of there. So I call up my trust friend Google who said it would be fairly easy.

So I took off the key, hoping and praying that a) I would not break my keyboard, and b) the spider would not strike out and attempt to kill me, now that I had tried unsuccessfully to kill it, twice.

Spider under 9 key middle

I unplugged my keyboard and carefully removed the key. As the key popped out I discovered that the spider had been trapped in the scissors lever. By this time (with all the key movement) the spider was dead. I carefully removed the spider from the keyboard and threw him into the trash. I then carefully cleaned his remaining two legs out of the keyboard scissor lever thingy.

Pushing the key back into place my adventure came to an easy end.

Things to be learned from my adventure:

1. Spiders are small… well, they can be small. Very small.

2. Searching Apple.com support communities for “Spider in Keyboard” yields no useful results.

3. Keyboards are bad places to hide, especially if you are a bug.

Interview Advice

I once had a job interview. (Note, everything up to this point is completely true. Everything that follows is most definitely fiction.) This job interview was at a large cooperation where I was accepted in the lobby and then asked to ride an elevator to the 49th floor where the interview would be conducted.

I shortly found myself at a large conference table across from an HR representative with little round glasses and a large bundle of papers, many of which contained things about me on them. To his right sat a reserved and well dressed C letter executive whose name I did not know, nor do I think I ever found out.

The interview went mostly well, we chatted about me, about things I do, things I have done and things I would like to do in the future. From what I could tell the pay was going to be great, the job easy, the people friendly, and…

“Who is your favorite super hero, and why?” The HR rep asked me as he read from his paper and cocked his head slightly to the right.

I blinked. This question was right out of nowhere… but I was ready for it.

“I like Batman.” I said thoughtfully. “Batman, or perhaps Ironman. They have all the cool gadgets and I love technology.”

The HR person nodded as he marked down some notes on his large pad.

I glanced down at the table only to be startled backwards by the C letter executive who slammed his fist on the table. My shocked eyes saw a raging, red faced, angry monster in the exact same location and clothing as the quiet executive who was just moments before, also, right there.

“SPIDERMAN COULD TAKE BATMAN ANY DAY OF THE YEAR!” The executive screamed in a not so child friendly manner.

I gulped.

“You really think Batman is better than Spiderman!?!?!” He raged on.

By now the HR rep was slowly sinking under the table, eyes wide, lips moving in some sort of silent prayer.

“Well…” I said cautiously, after I realized he was waiting for an answer. “I think it’s obvious that Batman just has knowledge, skill, and money. Spiderman’s power comes from a bug bite. I’d rather rely on skill and mone…”

“OBVIOUS!?!?!” The exec yelled as his fist once again slammed on the table. “Spiderman has SUPER POWERS! Batman just has money. BATMAN DOESN’T HAVE SUPER POWERS!”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t need super powers, that’s how good he…”

“YOU CAN’T DEFEAT SPIDERMAN IF YOU DON’T HAVE SUPER POWERS! A HUMAN CAN’T DEFEAT A SUPER HERO. BATMAN IS HUMAN, SPIDERMAN IS A SUPER HUMAN!”

“Peter Parker is just a dope!”

“YOU’RE FIRED!”

“I DON’T WORK HERE!”

“AND YOU NEVER WILL!”

“THAT’S FINE, YOUR COMPETITION PAYS BETTER ANYWAY!”

“GET OUT OF MY BUILDING!”

I didn’t get the job. I left disheartened and humiliated. But I learned something, something that one day might help you in a job interview:

Spiderman fans are all nutjobs.

Story In Progress

I ran across this today. Not sure if I’ll ever finish it, so I’m posting it as it is.

Roger bolted upright from his bed. This action was associated with two sensations. The first was a sharp pain in his forehead. The second was dust in his eyes and nose. This was followed by blackness and he remembered nothing else.

Roger woke up slowly. Sunlight was coming through the open window. The ceiling looked like there was a hole in it, which was odd. He ceiling wasn’t suppose to have a hole in it.He rubbed his forehead. Why did he have a headache? What was this white dust on his forehead? Things never made sense in the morning.

Bleep bloop beep beep bleep! His alarm went off. Bleep bloop beep beep bleep! Bleep bloop beep beep bleep! Roger sighed and rolled over, forgetting he was on the top bunk, and promptly fell six feet onto a hard wood floor, his head only just saved by a pile of week old gym clothes.

“Ulgh” he vocalized painfully.

Bleep bloop beep beep bleep! Bleep bloop beep beep bleep! There was a rustling above him and a groan. Suddenly two feet were standing on his back. The feet didn’t stay there long though, because they expected to be met with solid ground and finding flesh, they slipped and fell. The feet righted themselves and gave Roger a swift kick in the stomach.

“Ulgh” he said again.

The alarm stopped and Roger closed his eyes again.

Roger’s eyes snapped open. He was in biology class.

“How did I get here?” he thought to himself. He didn’t remember going to class, and he was pretty sure today was Saturday. He looked down at his watch. It was Monday. “Drat” he thought. “I was really hoping it was Saturday.”

He glanced around him, only to realize that everyone was looking at him. His eyes slowly made their way up toward the teacher, who was staring directly at him in the same way one doesn’t want a large cat staring you down. His eyes got noticeably larger in surprise and he gulped.

“Would you care to answer the question?” Mrs. Bardman asked sternly.

Roger thought for a moment. He didn’t really feel like answering any questions and now wasn’t exactly a good time. What he really wanted was some answers. Then again, it didn’t seem like a very appropriate time for demanding answers, so giving one might be a better option.

“Yes,” said Roger slowly. “I would like to answer the question.”

“And?” Asked the teacher impatiently.

“And?” Questioned Roger slowly.

“And what is the answer?” Snapped the teacher, who was by now very impatient.

“Oh,” said Roger. He was puzzled. He hadn’t expected this style of interrogation. “I think…” he said slowly “that I should know what the question is before I answer it.”

The teacher sighed, exasperated. Someone in the back giggled.

“The question, Mr. Downsworth, is the product of six and seven.” Came the annoyed response.

“Oh, it’s a math question,” thought Roger, a bit louder than he had intended.

There were several giggles this time and a slight mummer throughout the room.

“Yes, Mr. Downsworth, it’s a math question. Is that a problem or would you care to answer it now.”

Obnoxious Windows

I don’t get this:

Windows ALERTS YOU THAT THERE ARE UPDATES FOR YOUR COMPUTER AND YOU SHOULD INSTALL THEM NOW!

Then, after you finally choose to install the updates, Windows immediately HIDES the update window so you don’t have to look at it.

And finally, after the updates are installed you get a popup box that wants to tell you what it was installing when it hid the window from you.

I don’t get it. First Windows alerts me that it needs my attention, then immediately tells me to go away, and upon finishing it’s task it pops up and wants to tell me what it did. I didn’t care about what you were doing before, Windows, why do I care now?

In the event of an Apocalypse…

I’ve been watching a lot of depressing movies lately. Not necessarily on purpose, it just turned out that way. First I saw The Road (my rating: 1/5), then I saw Daybreakers (4.5/5), followed by Doomsday (3/5), and then Carriers (4/5) (reminded me of Zombie Land (4/5)), and finally Twilight: Eclipse (2/5).

So on my drive home from work today, I started thinking: “If I was the only person that was alive in the world, what would I do?”

The answer came to me rather quickly. I would drive.

I would drive like I was in a movie. I would take fast corners, spin donuts, teach myself those crazy hand break turns. When my car died, I would simply find another one. Maybe I would even find another one first. But I would drive.

Ultimately, this wouldn’t really matter much, because if I honestly was the last person alive things would get really boring really quickly, but still, I think that’s what I would do.

What would you do if you were the last one alive?

Me vs Customer

It’s always fun when people respond to what they think you are going to say, rather than what you actually do say. These are a few of my favorites:

Round 1:
Me: Stop again soon!

Customer: No thanks, I’m fine.

Round 2:
Me: …and you’re all set.

Customer: No thank you.

Round 3:
Me: Need a bag today?

Customer: No thank you! I got an electric car! *chuckles*

Round 4:
Me: Is that all for you today?

Customer: No thanks.

Round 5:
Me: Need a bag today?

Customer: No thanks.

Me: Okay, you are all set then!

Customer: Can I get a bag?

Tech Support for Dummies… (Don’t be a dummy.)

Q: My Mighty Mouse stopped scrolling down. Is there any easy way to fix this?

A: This is the most common defect that Apple’s Mighty Mouse has. While it is impossible to fix, many users just spin their mouse around, and live with the fact that they can’t scroll up.*

Q: My keyboard is all grimy and looks disgusting. What is the best way to clean it off?

A: Usually a dirty keyboard is not worth the cost of sending it to the Keyboard Cleaners. If you’re looking to get a few more months or years out of an old keyboard, I would suggest giving it a fresh coat of paint. Avoid spray paint, as it may not fully cover all the surfaces. Use a three inch brush; I recommend firetruck red.**

Q: You just ruined my computer…

A: Did you know that dry erase markers work wonderfully on glass? They do, and it comes off perfectly.*** This means you can take a dry erase marker and draw on your friend’s computer screen! Then when they get mad at you, you can just wipe it off!**** If you’re not sure if they have a glass screen or not, just make a small mark somewhere near the middle of the screen, then try to wipe it off.***** If it comes off, then the screen is glass and you can continue to draw. If it doesn’t come off, then the screen probably isn’t glass, and maybe you should look around for some new friends.*******

*It doesn’t actually work that way… sorry.
**I’m not responsible for keyboards ruined with paint… …but I might have to do a photo shoot sometime…
***This actually is true.
****This is potentially true, but I wouldn’t necessarily try it.
*****This is possibly the worst advice I have ever written on my blog.
******Provided you are still alive enough to make more friends.

Sugar Cookies

The only thing better than a sugar cookie is two sugar cookies. The only thing worse than a sugar cookie is a cookie without sugar. By this logic, everything is equal to a sugar cookie.

Think about it.

Blind as a bat

It has come to my attention that the phrase “blind as a bat” is not at all politically correct. Bats are not actually blind, they just don’t see the way we see. That is to say, they see things differently than we do. In todays society of tolerated opinions, saying someone is blind because they don’t see things the way you do is not only frowned upon, but grossly inappropriate.

Think about it.