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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 Fifth 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*135 monthlies? Dunno, except that
its way way more than 420, this is the most often overwwwriten webpage in my
cyberspace
;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 December 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)--~
2006...
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 December 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,
HempJobs.net and
HEMPloyment.net, did a bit of
work on www.peacebus.com and
www.peacebus.net as well
re-launching the
www.nimbinenvironmentcentre.org /
www.nimbinec.com and launching the
www.rainbowchaitent.com. I've also been uploading movies to
www.youtube.com/group/nimbin. 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 and since
2007 is mere days away. ummm, well what else can I say except I am sure
that 2007 is going to be THE year construction starts...
a thing
I'm writing for the
NimbinGoodtimes.....
The Galactic Defense Initiative. Part
One, in the beginning…..
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, I’d 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, it’s 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 wasn’t 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 ‘don’t attack
aliens with defense and don’t attack them if they are ‘on planet’, look
for inactive planets at first, start small and spend the res developing a
balanced attack fleet and mines…. 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 it’s 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 it’s a target, that means it’s an alien unable to join a
human alliance, trying to suck unwary space warriors into it’s 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 is……..
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, it’s into ENEMY FIRE.
Reflexively I flinch as I blast thru the peril point with 50 Ion Cannons
already rapid firing at the defenses….. No return fire, nothing, all the
defenses are powered down, I’m 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 home…. 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, won’t 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 couldn’t see
the forest because of all the trees. Instantly transformed back into ‘dad’
about to wash up the breakfast dishes.
Part Two
From
Fleet Command:
As soon as the last Bomber comes out of the ship yard, the
bomber crew has less than five minutes to power up and join
the other 5 Bombers, 22 BattleShips 44 Cruisers, 101 Heavy
Fighters, 303 Light Fighters, 8 Large and 80 Small Cargo
Ships in the launch queue. Recyclers are due at the attack
coordinates 42 seconds after Peril Point and we are
expecting fire from at least 50 Gauss cannons as well as
hundreds of other assorted nasties, all robots ensure your
CPU escape pods are fully activated, program your last
thought to be ” I hope they rebuild me luckier than last
time….. See you all at the attack coordinates…
I push
hard on the throttle of my Light Fighter, the same one I’ve
always flown, I’m like that with machines, I use em till
they flat line. Protocol dictates that my parking bay is
nearest the launch ramp (and the beverage dispenser and
waste evacuation chamber) I get to park there so that I am
the first one to take off and the first one to the Peril
Point, which is always the last place the enemy expects me
to be.
Careful
listening in the Officers Mess at GDI Alliance HQ revealed
that most of them zing around in ever so well equipped brand
spanking new BattleShips, not me, I liked the quiet of a one
man attack ship. After I’m away comes the most expensive
components of my Robotic Fleet, the Bombers. For the first
part of this mission I’m out front throttled back with the
bombers, they aren’t real smart robots, but they can carry
heavy things, yep, they can carry heavy things incredibly
long distances at extremely costly fuel rates and then drop
them with ponderous accuracy, bombers take off like rocks,
they fly like rocks and after they have dropped their bombs
which are, of course, rocks, they still handle like rocks.
Nothing high tech about a bomber at all because a large lump
of rock launched at 20,000 kilometers per second from
200,000.01 Kilometers above you is a primitive but highly
effective a weapon even if it only lands near you!
It is
quite a sight watching the 10 small Cargos then 1 heavy,
then 10 small, then 1 heavy launch sequence. If you could
hear anything in a vacuum the next blast of noise would be
ear blatteringly awe inspiring, as ‘every thing’ but the
Cruisers blasts off. Cruisers go last cause they come in
real fast and usually it takes all my skill to avoid being
blown away by the cruisers as they come torpedoing in. High
destructive power with a corresponding high ratio of
destruction in battle. I did a first few cruiser runs when I
bought the first one and wow, are they a machine to fly, you
almost beat the bullets.
Hours
till Peril Point, plenty of time to reflect upon all of the
targeting decisions that have been made. The recyclers have
to be there just after the cruiser attack which has to come
just after the main fleet but before the third wave of heavy
fighters, light fighters and fighting cargo boats slams in.
I’m tempted to add a fourth wave, a brand spanking new Light
Fighter and Fighting Small Cargo Ship fitted with 120%
weapons, 100% shields and 100% armor which is the very first
build on order from my new brand new nanite factory powered
by nanobot technology. Yeah, I might fly that one in by
remote from my constantly upgraded LightFighter101, if I can
hang around long enough in the Debris Field that is. You
wouldn’t believe the amount of indescribe-a-bubbles that
there are floating in a DF after Gauss Cannons have been
spraying super heated plasmatic rock at rocket ships made of
rock. Big globs of super heated metal and crystal, all afire
with the duet from ruptured fuel tanks.
I hadn’t
come by such an impressive fleet by accident, no siree bob.
Lots of hard work had been done in my mines to get the metal
and crystal to make all those space ships to help protect
the Universe. I had ‘brightly’ continued to invest in the
very best solar plants money could buy and ensured that they
were upgraded before my mines were, but of all the things I
had bought, Small Cargo Ships were still at the top of the
best buy list, what a good decision they were to invest in
early, back bone of the fleet these days I reckon, wouldn’t
be where I am today if it wasn’t for the small cargo ship, I
got more than 300 of them whizzing around the universe at
all times and they have become especially effective since
that level 11 Combustion drive upgrade kicked in, less time
between planets. The phone rings.. I’m having trouble with
my broadband, an exasperated voice says, Can you come and
help me get back on line? I really need to check my
email, I’m expecting one. Quickly I powered down the laptop
and the universe it contains in order to answer the tech
call out, I should be able to make it back on line in plenty
of time to watch the attack. As I headed out the door and up
the gravel road I decided I definitely needed more robots….
Back to cyberspace; won't be long now
till the start the yearly aussie summer time webcast/grow show from the
BigBongMobile of the Stump Plant, 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
peace
;O)--~
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 BigBong.org
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.
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