What's in a Word?

So this thing I am think of? What is it? I've hinted at it, but I think the closest clearest equivalent is Ecological Engineering of Society at a Memetic level.

I dont consider it Applied Mythology, which is a very specific methodology of immersion in the power of stories to find meaning in our lives at an individual and then a community level. I DO think that applied mythology is a valuable tool to make that happen.

I definitely don't think it is sociology, any more than chemistry is what the guys at dupont use to make their products.  What? You might say, of course they use chemistry.  There is a difference between the science of chemistry and chemical engineering; which involves applying that chemistry to an actual solution as well as designing the solution.  Sociology is definitely a component of this and I need to learn a lot more about it.

There is the popular term that occurred in Iraq and Afghanistan called "Nation Building" and I think in practical terms, that might be a good working title for people who don't understand or wont understand the fancy words I will be throwing around; but there are two problems with this.  The first one, is that the word now carries baggage; we tried it and failed.  But the second is because the PRIMARY method of 'nation building' in this case was because it was a government trying to build another government.  Progressives do not rely on government to always be the solution but a government definitely will.  Everything is a nail that their hammer can solve; though rarely and to sometimes good effect with training an agency can see the value of trying a different solution.  But then corruption just comes in and makes it worthless.

No, what I want to do is more than governments.  Nation building works, but even then, some institutions should be global.  Community Building has a nice ring to it, but that sounds a lot more like Community Organizing, and we're not just talking politics here but a holistic practical application of multiple institutions working together, how those institutions come together and how they interact.

I need to end for now, but I think Community Building is as good a word as I've found until I find something better.

[Writer Stuff] Ideas

Ideas are the easiest part and the hardest part of being a writer.  Everyone has ideas and is willing to give them for free or for a piece of the action.  The money for an idea is how it is refined, what is done with it.

There are some ideas that have been done a million times, but if done in a skillful enough window can make things truly interesting.  The story is the things that matters, not the idea behind the story.  Still, the thing is, sometimes an idea can be good, but it is never enough to sell it by itself.   No one ever fell in love with an idea in a book or a movie or a game, not even utopia, and what idea could be better than that?

But new and interesting ideas can make the difference between a good author and a great one.  So knowing how to generate them is a good thing.  Knowing how to make good ideas happen is an art; not a science, but there are several things you can do to increase your base creativity.  Do things in new and different ways; collaborate with creative people, or take two totally different ideas and try to make them work together.  There are a million books and a million lists, but the most important one of all is this.

You have to be willing to fail.  Take bold new leaps.  Try new things because if you are not you will never get anywhere.

[Script] Peter Pan vs Frankenstein vs Superman - Page 13

Scene: Frankenstein goes through buildings and heads to a finish line full of people.  Dr Frankestein claps as well as everyone else.  Denny looks annoyed and makes a call on her phone.

Just as Frankenstein is about to cross, Peter flies across on his bike and the crowd is shocked.

Dr Frankenstein: You cheater!  Get him Frankenstein!

Frankstein grunts and advances on Peter who laughs.  Twinkerbell hovers over Frankenstein to deliver some dust, but Frankstein leaps up and claps his hands, flattening Twinkerbell like a mosquito who floats off into the wind.

Peter looks horrified and swoops down to grab Denny.

Denny: Hey!

A blur in the distance flies in.  Peter turns around and is punched in the face.

Supergirl: Leave my girlfriend alone creep!

Peter looks shocked.

Peter: Wha-WHAT?

Supergirl: You heard what I said.

Denny and Supergirl kiss.

Peter is shocked.  Both of them punch Peter in the face who falls to the water.

They smile and fly off into the sunset holding hands.

[Heliotrope] It's Always Midnight Somewhere

Savannah is well known for Mint Julips, SCAD restored buildings, lovely long willows, and a really old kick ass pirate bar.  But did you know it is also home of the 2nd biggest St. Patrick's day celebration in America?

That's because there are an awful lot of Fae in Savannah.  It's a summer solstice must for anyone who still has access to Terra from Outer or Middle Fae.  (Inner Fae celebrates Summer Solstice in a much different fashion....)  So there are naturally a lot of Southerners in this area that have Fae blood.  Some of them are noble Sidhe.  Some of them are from various royal bloodlines, though inbreeding tends to lead to various conditions such as mental retardation or a pronounced ego.   Not all of them are like this, but the less 'in the know' of who they are, the more likely they are to have a tainted bloodline.  No one wants people with a literal Stick Up Their Ass to show up at the solstice celebrations.

The city has a lovely architecture and view, and the otherworldly influence can keenly be felt.  Most any knicknack picked up in the city, and especially the ancient river front is likely to have a small bit of enchantment to it.  The exception to this is the obvious store for Psychics, which do have enchantments but only the astral equivalent of "Kick Me" signs for anyone who can see such things.  A significant chunk of Fae do love their pranks.

This area of the south does have their well known Trolls of course.  They have claims of some level of artistic ability, which is oddly strange compared to the large number of humans around them that actually do.  In recent years, Petunia and Grandfather Fiddleback had increased vigilance here of renegades to Outer Fae (they don't dare mess around with Middle Fae of course), so a large number of these trolls have scampered to Atlanta.

[Script] Peter Pan vs Frankenstein vs Superman - Page 12

Scene: Peter is flying on his bike, blithely whistling to himself.

Peter: Look Twink! The finishing line! I can see it!

Twinkerbell chimes encouragingly.

Scene: There is a blur of light.  Suddenly the city swallows and blurs around peter as he is actually moved faster than the speed of light back to his original starting point.

Peter: Wha...we're right back where we started?!

Superman: That's right.  Cheating is not allowed.

Peter (turns around): That's not fair!

Superman: Neither is cheating.

(Peter whines and emo hits Superman.  He hurts his hand.)

Superman: Now, let's both start again and try to catch up to Frankenstein.

Peter: Get him Twink!

Twinkerbell hovers over superman, sprinkling Pixie dust on him.

(Superman crosses his arms and shakes his head, smirking. Peter does the same.  Superman looks confused for a moment, and then begins to float up off the ground.)

Peter: Magic.  Bye superman.

Superman: I can fly on my own damn it, I....come back here!

(Superman begins to try and 'swim' through the air, back to his back but continues to float upward like a balloon.  Peter flies off on his bike.)

The National FlintLock Act

"It's good enough for Texas, it's good enough for the rest of America." - Senator Rhinestone (BM-TX)

Whereas, feeling the need to maintain an originalist interpretation of the Constitution, we the congress of the United States of America, do solemnly declare that it is the Law of the Land that no weapon whose design was patented (ref WIPO standards per law 457-A) post 1789 may be in the hands of a private citizen.  Recognizing that the right to bear arms shall not be abridged, and therefore added on to in any capacity, citizens may not possess a firearm of any kind whose design did not exist prior to 1789.

A) Military weaponry pre 1789 including Canons, Ballistic, Trebuchets, Mortars and Artillery are exempt from this law since there is no indication that these were intended by the founding fathers for the 2nd amendment intention of Self Defense.
b) Regulated Private Militias, licensed by their individual state (Ref Amendment 14 allowing Federal Regulation of the Right to Life) including Private Security Companies, Private Detective Agencies, Gun Clubs or Civil War (1,2, or 3) reenactors may have weapons designed up to 1879 (ref Texas Admittance to the Union Act of 1912).
c) National Guard Units of States subject to the Voting Rights Act of 1965 specifically at this time Alabama, Oklahoma, Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, Texas (As Regulated Territory or State), Virginia, West Virginia, West Carolina, Mississippi and Kansas shall be subject to regulation of this statute and may not have weaponry designed after 1918.

Clauses of this act shall be enforceable by the Federal Beurea of Investigation  under the supervision of the President of the United States.

If any clause of this act is found to be unconstitutional, then the size of the court shall immediately be expanded to twice its size with candidates preselected and nominated per the Bull Moose Majority Act of 2017.

Challenging this act in court shall constitute a felony upon failure to overturn."

I Give Up Trying To Make Sense of this Shit

by Redwin Tursor

Every day
I gaze out into my electric Palantir
Trying to make sense of the two worlds
And all I see are trends and chess games of petty kings
That still cant prepare you for the noxious bullshit
Some good God Guy with a gun goes and pulls
To pull this on a bunch of people
Just trying to find a bit of joy in this miserable life of ours
I have sought knowledge
Because I thought knowledge would bring me power
But there is no power
I never really believed I had control
But I figured I might be able to release some balast
And control how high I was when the wind blows
What a joke.
What a joke it is to think we have any ability to affect
The living dicks that surround us
Or even the other people that cozy up to the living dicks
As if somehow these men who arent men
Who are ammosexualized shriveled souled ghouls
Were worth knowing
You know its part of their heritage
To be fucking monsters
But I cant even be angry at the fucktards any more
They're like sandcastles
Just fucking fiddly bits of rocks
Moved around at the next tide of filth spewed out on "our" airwaves
By the monsterous webs of vomitous billionares
All I can do is have a beer and stay away from the fuckers
While I can
And stay away from the fuckers who think they're swell
While I can
And tomorrow is another day
And lets hope that those of use who are not fucking monsters
Get another and maybe even another