BigBongBBlog / Reality Update
November - 2006

'They who can assimilate the past, can synthesize the nowww, they who can synthesize the nowww can maximize the potential of the future'
                                                                         Quote = Eric Blair +

First up webstuff = all sublinks open a new w window

webgreetings Dear Linear Scholar,

First time here? If so, first thing you need to know is that we been bumped up at a pause point for more than a couple of years now, wwwaiting for the Law to change and the next thing you need to knowww is that Big Bong Reality has been Updated Monthly for *at least* the One Hundred and Thirty Fourth time since September 1995. (Over 11 web years old, as for how many actual "Realty Updates" written in more than a decade and uploaded 'in between' the *at least*134 monthlies? Dunno, except that its way way more than 420 ;O)--~

Historically speaking, this reality update feature was one of the main clauses written into the contract I signed (with I.R.C.S.A) for the first BigBong website  Clause = Author (that's me) to supply a reality update every 2 weeks for duration of contract (2 years) - which I did, they figured (rightly) that without me to write fresh words, the Big Bong web site wouldn't be a 'proper" website. In September of 97 when the contract was finished and I.R.C.S.A decided to step aside, I kept the website with it's reality update going and have never missed upgrading this page, which, I suppose makes this one of the longest running blogs on the web, of course, I write way way way more words per month than what you can see in here - most of the heavy duty blogging I do/have done is viewable at the teXt-files, I digress - mostly to illustrate the continuity nightmare that blogging can create when a 'first timer' hits a blog and all the information on display requires prior knowledge.....

METAphorically the Big Bong web construct can be likened to a solar powered space craft, each sail is made of <html> shaped in such a way so as to powwwer the web construct through cyber space, kinda like a sailing ship through the ocean. Since powering up the webcam can be likened to firing up the 'prime thruster' of a rocket ship and since the BBt-PPP Cyber Capsule was designed to only light up the prime thruster at the start of construction and since there are so many sails powwwering the BBt-PPP, it has made sense to let the 'good ole' BBt-PPP Cyber Capsule voyage blurbingly along its eccentric tangent towards materialization at a future point in space and time whilst I went else web to construct other smaller more maneuverable constructs powwwered almost entirely by web cam imagery, portals originally designed as tug boats for the BBt-PPP which were designed to morph into 'retro rockets' with the passing of time.

Thus you know some of the wwwhy why this page morphed into an elseweb portal page over the last few trips round the sun, a book markable sign post page that is never more than a "mouse click" away from wwwhere-ever the wwwords are being wwwoven in the now.

Thing is, that I never set out to become a Big Bong builder or a Cannabis Law Reform Activist, I set out to become a writer and as you can imagine dear linear scholar, after such a long time of not being able to manifest all of the myriad requirements that obstacle me in reality you would think I would be some what discouraged, not so, I mean, I knew from the instant that I had the idea that actually building Bongzilla (my nick name for the Big Bong Peace Pipe) was going to be somewhere the other side of highly impossible.

Thing is, I am not discouraged, because no matter how impossible building a 420 foot high Big Bong Peace Pipe looks in November of 2006, it is definitely and significantly less impossible now than when I first had the idea on the 29th of June 1994, not to mention the fact that the writer/artist in me has had plenty of outlet weaving what amounts to an entire sector of cyber space, which is why, when all is said and done, I am not discouraged by Bongzilla being bumped up at this pause point, not when there is so much happening in the real world of my highly subjective reality ;O)--~


Over a decade online... yeah, this time eleven years ago I was one finger typing up the manuscript that ultimately became the novel that this entire webspace is constructed around on a 386 with 4 MB of RAM. Internet was a word I had heard on television whilst 'back packing' in the U.S.A (91-94), of course, I had been reading about global computer networks in science fiction novels since I learnt how to read, but 'reading about' and 'writing with-in' are entirely different things, which loopingly brings me to the main point of this word assembly, the "weblog" component of this November 2006 Reality Update BBack tracking a bit, I did the web work on the THE BIG JOINT GOEs TO CANBERRA after the Nimbin MardiGrass in May, over the past few months I've helped the Nimbin H*E*M*P* Embassy launch the  ChurchOfTheHolySmoke, and, did a bit of work on and as well re-launching the / and launching the I've also been uploading movies to I know I was going to make a BIG announcement last month and the month before and the month before that and now, with spring already sprung, I'm still no closer to closing the deal on a construction site for a large cylindrical object  in downtown Nimbin than I was when I stupidly thought I was close to closing in July, actually, if anything, I seem to be getting further away...

a thing I wrote in my spare time.....

The Galactic Defense Initiative. Part One, in the beginningÖ..

The following story is true, some of the names have been changed for protection from Alien Subjugation.

Finally, I was in command of my first Space Fleet, Iíd managed to buy a Light fighter and a Cargo Ship for 5 thousand Metal and 3 thousand Crystal the pair, then as soon as my deuterium mine produced enough Duet to fuel the fleet, I set off on my first mission. Ahead of my fleet went my Espionage probes, scouting each sector of the universe ahead of me. I had a lot riding on this mission, if I picked the wrong target I could lose the fleet I had worked so hard for down in the mines. Now, I got nothing against mining, planets, moons, itís all the same to me, and lets face it, without a basic income how will I ever arise to be a powerful force in the Universe? Mines is how you earn your daily bread they taught me in the academy, never neglect your mines and take good care of your mining robots, update them as often as possible and always allocate res (resources) to upgrade your mines. Thing was that mining wasnít in my blood, just the work ethic, and, I hoped, the tactical skills required to become a top ranked raider/pirate in the Galactic Defense Initiative.

The most often employed strategy for when you start out is Ďdonít attack aliens with defense and donít attack them if they are Ďon planetí, look for inactive planets at first, start small and spend the res developing a balanced attack fleet and minesÖ. Not me, I wanted a big score first hit, I wanted to fill my cargo ship with the full 5K of mixed metals, take that back to the ship yard, buy me another cargo ship, fill up on Duet and go straight back out raiding aliens, the GDI needs as much res as possible to strengthen our home planets, resource allocation is what itís all about, their defense verses our offense and our defense against their offense. My trusty, if somewhat 2nd hand and rusty, eprobes return with exactly the kind of target every one dreams about, the classic system alien system exploitation array, planets 1,2,3,7,14 & 15, the planets closest to the sun mining crystal, the middle ones metal and duet on the cold planets furthest from the sun. Dare I, a 1 planet wonder with the cheapest possible attack fleet take a shot at such an industrious target, me who spent res on a space fleet instead of on lasers to protect my mines, dare I sneak in while it was inactive? I probed his allegiances, 1 member, just him, that means itís a target, that means itís an alien unable to join a human alliance, trying to suck unwary space warriors into itís vortex. What the heck, I was a private in the Galactic Defense Initiative, a brand new alliance, freshly formed to take advantage of an ever expanding universe and make it safe for humanity. I punched the attack coordinates into my level 1 computer. Target:: Universe 17:: Galaxy 1:: Sector 137 :: Planet 7. A strike right to his home world, all or nothing! And then nothing to do for the hour and a half real time it will take me to there once I drop out of hyperspace. A slight shudder goes thru my fighter as we enter real space time, I look out the back window, phew, me cargo bucket is still there and now for the gentle arc in towards the sun, passing planets 15 and 14, yep as I suspected, duet mines with heaps of duet piled up ripe for the plundering, if I make it thru this first strike to the home planet that isÖÖ..

Planet 7 fills the view screens, Level 6 tech and higher every where I look, huge mining infrastructure that must have cost billions to develop, a dangerous threat to humanity. Minutes flow into seconds as the peril point approaches, peril point being the point of no recall, the point where no matter which way you steer your ship, itís into ENEMY FIRE. Reflexively I flinch as I blast thru the peril point with 50 Ion Cannons already rapid firing at the defensesÖ.. No return fire, nothing, all the defenses are powered down, Iím damaging factories, I save the ammo for future use and while my cargo-bots load the plunder, I keep my eyes wide open. I might be in a well baited trap. Warily I circle the cargo boat until its fully loaded. It takes off no problems and then, together, we head for homeÖ. 2 long hours to home. On the way I contact the shipyard, scheduled the construction of 2 more cargo ships and then, spent some res upgrading my mines, I was in for a busy night it seemed, Flight Regs say you can only raid 1 planet 6 times a day, that meant I had 36 possible missions to run every 24 hours, 2 hours there, 2 hours back, assuming the Alien dint return and catch me raiding his daily mine production that is, I did the math, I did it again and then again really really carefully, yep, my short term success looked highly lucrative, wonít be too long before I can afford a Heavy Fighter and some large cargo ships, first though, I had better concentrate on building lots more Small Cargo Ships I decided as I boiled the kettle. I looked out the window and I couldnít see the forest because of all the trees. Instantly transformed back into Ďdadí about to wash up the breakfast dishes.

actually, transformed into BigBong about to start the yearly aussie summer time webcast/grow show from the BigBongMobile of the Stump Plant, roll on December, and thus, having run out of stuff to talk about and link to for this month, the only thing left to tell you at this point in cyber space and time dear linear scholar is ... maybe I'll catch you in the BBt-PPP Chat Room...

till next



P.S. the sound you "might be hearing" is a snippet from The Man in the Dark Sedan by Snakefinger and the Residents.

P.S.S The video images of the BigBongMobile @ Mardigrass are in the BIG-MOVIES Sector at

P.S.S. Did you hear about the arrest for the cultivation of the Cannabis Plants that were to have been the focus of the 2001 webshow.



Scene of the first Big Bong WebShow. April 1996
The Big Bong Shop on the corner of Cleveland and Abercrombie Streets
 Surrey Hills Sydney Australia. .