Short Stories over the decades:

The Swamp-
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

The Journey
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

And,
The Ballad of Turkey

And, added to that list has recently been:
Lights Out.......

As Well as....
The Golden Greek Goes Upstairs and The Thrilling Conclusion to that story!!

Oh and let's add to the list: The Haunted House
Vol. I
Vol. II

New One: *NEW* A Spring Story *NEW*
Vol. II

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Trial of the Century: Day One Recap

I've seen some big televised trials in my day....

I remember the Melendez one where these two greasy brothers raw-murdered their own parents with a dusty sawed-off shotgun ... I was watching the news on that one on TV every update ... I was screaming at the TV for the judge to throw the hammer on these two! I was yelling, no joke, at the TV ... "Come on judge ... DROP THE HAMMER ON THOSE GREASE BALLS!"

Then there was the OJ one, and that one was like ..... Holy Moly mother of Pokey ... that trial like locked the nation, nay the world, DOWN for months. Everyone was talking about that trial. I remember I was in like grade 7 or grade 8 and the teacher would start the morning of the school doing 15 minutes on the OJ trial because she couldn't fight it. The students were talking about it non-stop so she had to do 15 minutes on it to lead-off class or like no one would be able to focus.
Society's Least-Famous Famous-Person

Kids were in the school yard laying on theories and shit. It was a total 24-7 circus. I remember having the dumbest angle on the thing. I was telling kids that Kato Kaelin's dog did it. All of them down by the school yard would first go "Kato has a dog?" ... and I'd be like ... "yeah" ... and then I'd be like ... "....and that dog DID IT."

Now, a televised trial started yesterday that is page-turningly gripping that it may just blow these trials out of the water. Yesterday in California the trial the media has dubbed "The Electric 20" Trial has finally got underway and the precedings have been anything but a let-down so far. It's gripping ... as gripping as can be.

The Trial is officially the People of the State of California vs. Heidecker, Timothy Richard. If you're not watching it then you're so out-of-the-loop that you should label yourself a dullard or at least a laggered.

Look, it's not the 1990s anymore, we've all matured a bit. Like, I don't want to be that stupid person telling people Kato's Dog did it anymore ... I'm a adult person now. I should take these trials more seriouser, you know?

There's so much speculation and innuendo flying around the Tim Heidecker Tiral like a vast scented mist of intrigue/confusion that we should really try and separate facts from non-facts. If you missed Day One of the trial ... I'm gonna re-cap it for you ... that way before we make our opinions we can all like think about the stuff that's going down so we don't come away from it with silly joke opinions on it. This is serious-ass shit so let's try and be civil, cordial, polite, and not-dumb when we discuss this landmark Trial of the Century (i.e. one that happened from 2000 to 2017 ... we're not counting huge ones from the 1900s like OJ ... OJ was bigger than this one).


Day 1 Recap of the Tim Heidecker Trial

Let's summarize the main players in this case before we make a summation of the content of the procedings of Day 1 so everyone knows who's-who.

Judge Presiding: Szymcyzk, E.

Defendant: Heidecker, T. (Self Proclaimed "Artist") 
Lead Defense Attorney: Dryer, M.  

Lead Prosecutor:  Rosetti, V. (District Attorney)
Assistant District Attorney: Waymon, M.

Witnesses Called to Stand to Testify on Day One: Emily Sirotky (civilian), Lisa Benzos (EMT/Para-Medic), and Jarred Jolson (no relation to Al).


Nextly, let's summarize the basic "who-what-where" of what the basis of this trial is trying to figure out....

Defendant (L) w/ his Attorney (R)
On the date of April the 14th of the year 2017, one Mr. Tim Heidecker and his colleague one Luther Sanchez organized an outdoor music festival of to which a grievous tragedy ensued. During the festival 157 people experienced strange symptoms purportedly as a result of inhaling "vape juice" from "vape pens" distributed at said outdoor music event.

Out of those 157 concert-goers who experienced strange symptoms ... twenty of them sadly perished and died which is a crying shame. A down-right crying shame. Who was responsible for this horrific act? The state of California wants to know ... and they will leave NO STONE un-turned as these captivating proceedings untangles itself for the world to see.

The victims or the "Twenty" as the media refers to them as are described somewhat ... of which one was a "budding veterinarian", one victim was a "devout Mormon", one was a "Roofer", and one was in "nursing school." The deceased appear to have been average and even wholesome members of society. 

The State wants to prove without the lingering shadow of a human doubt that the concert organizer, Heidecker, and his gross negligently dumb behavior can be pinned like a tail on a donkey as the CAUSATION of the Electric 20's untimely demises.

Yet, the Defense counter-claims that Heidecker and his grossly negligent machinations were not at fault ... but the gross negligent behavior of his colleague, one Luther Sanchez (deceased) was the party and actor at fault. The Defense claims that Luther Sanchez AKA "Doctor San" (or possibly Doctor Sand as the pronunciation is ambiguous and no official documentation has been released as yet to clarify the spelling of his nickname), was the only party who's stupidity and greed led to the untimely demise of the Twenty. The head attorney claims that the proof of Sanchez's guilt lies in the fact that he took his own life in a fit of shame ... thereby displaying to the world that he knew he was responsible for their heinous and tragic demises.

The Defense also claims that the "Twenty" were also consuming a myriad of other drug-related and alcohol-related cocktails thus the "vape juice" distributed by Heidecker and/or Sanchez may not even be the number one factor in causing the reactions and symptoms the concert goers experienced .... other hard drugs and alcohol could have contributed to the demise of the Twenty. Also, the taking of more than the recommended amount of vape juice may have been a significant contributor as well according to the Defense.


Witness Testimony on Day 1 

The prosecution called three witnesses to testify as to which the Defense only chose to cross examine two of said witnesses. Let's briefly summarize their statements.


Sirotky, Emily: 

This civilian who was present at the outdoor music festival claims the festival was outrageously under-organized. She gives examples that there were little to no facilities for purposes of defecation (i.e. 1 or 2) ... and claims one of the few facilities that existed in the form of a "port-o-potty" was over flowing with excrement and spilling liquid excrement all over the place. She claims also in regards to the sanitation of the event that people could not go to bushes/trees to move urine/bowels for there were none in the cramped area ... thus ... people were relieving themselves near or even on the stage where people were preforming music.

As for statements to the immediate character of the defendant, she claims she witnessed Mr. Heidecker running over her friend Andrea's foot with his exasperatingly large golf cart and even though he noticed what he'd done ... she claims he could care less about her friend's foot.

She also hurts the defense's claim that Heidecker and Sanchez were at odds with each other and paints a picture of the two men being quite-in-cahoots as she states with 100% certainty that Sanchez was in the golf cart with Heidecker as Heidecker ran over her friend Andrea's foot.

Sirotka goes on to claim that whilst the 157 concert-goers went into various forms of convulsions ... the band "DKR" (of which Heidecker is a preforming member of) did not stop playing and didn't even seem to care that 157 people were having big-time whacky convulsions everywhere. 

She lastly states that exits were hard to get to and blocked by various debris or vehicles. 



Benzos, Lisa:

Benzos, a EMT/Para-Medic employed by the state of California, makes statements which also paint a negative light of the defendant. She claims the exits were blocked by vehicles (corroborating the testimony of Sirotka) and claims it took emergency personnel over 25 minutes to enter the fair grounds. She states that if they could have entered faster than 25 minutes that many of the Twenty's lives may have been salvaged/saved.

Benzos claims that when they finally were able to reach the site and help the civilians ... she saw Heidecker not preforming standard procedures like CPR or First Aid but rather placing "energy crystal" dollar-store trinkets around the victims in some sort of bizarre display of ritualistic nonsense. Her testimony painted the defendant as some sort of idiotic and smelly hippie.

The Defense's cross-examination fell flat as Dryer's question as to why emergency personnel didn't use the pedestrian entrance which wasn't blocked was retorted by Benzos that their vehicles couldn't enter through that entrance and they eventually did enter through there, yet on foot, and carried the victims to the ambulances on foot.



Jarred Jolson:

Jolson paints a picture of the festival as being very poorly organized, claiming that there was virtually no staff present and no one was even checking tickets which made his purchase of the extra expensive VIP pass seem unnecessary and like a complete waste of money. He states that there was only small water bottles sold on this over 100 degree Fahrenheit day which left concert goers dry, parched, and dehydrated. He claims the only food available was not the big luxurious food trucks advertised in the brochure ... but just one small table with plates of "peanut butter crackers".

He claims the "vape pens" were given away for free to most concert goers but refills of "vape juice" cost $49.00 dollars .... he states he took one "toke" of the vape pen which made his throat ache and burned his lungs ... but the pen broke after one use and leaked juice all over his "joggers" and like totally ruined his pants.

Defense attorney Dryer actually gained ground here on the cross-examination as two valid points were extracted from Jarred's testimony. It seems Jarred could not recall with 100% certainty if it was Heidecker or Sanchez who gave him the vape pen ... which helps establish the Defense's assertion that Sanchez was the negligent party.

Also, Jarred states himself and his friends Tyler n' Brett were smoking marijuana cigarettes prior to the concert in their car as well as consuming tequila from a small bottle ... which lends credence to the Defense's assertion that these kids were taking all kinds of drugs and not just vape juice from the defendant's pens.

Jolson ends by stating that he did smoke and drink but his vast experience with these drugs has built a good tolerance to them and that he was not impaired from them.


End of Day 1 

The day of proceedings ended with the judge declaring a recess after Mr. Heidecker could not contain himself and his various forms of outburst. 

Day One left Heidecker visibly angered, using the "F-word", berating his attorney, and demanding a mistrial. What will happen on Day 2 of Proceedings? Only Time Will Tell...

You can see it Live Streamed All over The World on Adult Swim's Online Stream. I think it goes live at 11 pm Eastern, baby ... I know what I'm watching tonight!



(Kayfabe Break: Yo, the photo they used for Luther "Dr Sands" Sanchez, at first I though it was a photo of Bruiser Brody with 100% certainty ... but under closer look it's not him.).





DAY TWO
The Docket Continues.... 


The second day of proceedings was met with a wash of disbelief by all members of the viewing gallery as the defendant entered without defense attorney Mark Dwyer (I apologize to Mr. Dwyer for referring to him as Dryer during the Day 1 account of happenings). It seems the defendant has not retained his attorney's services for Day Two and will be his own counsel.

After the new defense council (Heidecker) re-news his counsel's opening statements the prosecuting attorney expresses concern that this ploy is a scheme employed by Heidecker for the case to end in a Mistrial. The Prosecution team believes that the defendant will argue his defense with such little regard for the decorum of the court that the judge will have no choice but to declare the trial not binding ... the judge understands the prosecutor's concerns but states that it is every Californian's right as a citizen of the state to defend themselves in legal proceedings though the honorable Judge Scymyck expects decorum from Heidecker similar to that of a bar-licensed attorney of law.


Many viewers were hoping perhaps Heidecker had a brazen cousin from up state New York who could swoop in and take over as lead counsel, a la My Cousin Vinnie starring Karate Kid and Happy Days star Ralph Macchio, yet this was not the case. Mr. Heidecker as of now is the only member of his legal defense team.

The Defense may have changed head-counsel yet the onus on them to prove two factors in this case remains the same:

A) That Heidecker was not in any sort of cahoots what-so-ever with one Luther "Dr. San" Sanchez and that Sanchez was acting on his own volition. It must be shown that Sanchez was some sort of Mexican version of Rasputin who's trickery had conquered Heidecker's fragile celebrity mind or that Sanchez was some sort of bearded/dirty Svengali who's charms and charisma took Heidecker captive to his whims of folly.

B) That the "Twenty" were all on other forms of dangerous narcotics and not just the "vape juice" from the "vape pens" distributed by the defendant.


Witnesses called on Day 2: William Ellis (Law Enforcement Official), Dr. Gerard Kearny (medical examiner and toxicologist), Gregg Turkington (quasi-celebrity)


William Ellis:

Mr. Ellis was the detective assigned to investigate the tragic events of the Electric Sun 20 music festivity. Ellis makes the claim that Luther Sanchez was seen giving more vapor to already incapacitated victims in hopes of helping them until law enforcement removed Sanchez from the scene.

It is in his testimony that we for the first time see videographic evidence of the existence and demeanor of one Luther Sanchez AKA "Dr. San". Ellis interrogated Sanchez prior to his death via suicide.

In video evidence we hear the appellation of the formula's name in the vape pens. Sanchez says the formula was a mixture of toad venom, and fungus from dead caterpillars, known as " Dong Chong Xia Xua". 

Sanchez claims in the video that he is indeed Heidecker business partner.

A very damning piece of evidence presented by the prosecution which is corroborated by Ellis is an invoice from a Chinese chemical company signed by Heidecker for the purchase of 5 kilograms of "DMMA-3" and methylhexhedamine. Analgesic narcotics. The narcotics were purchased through subsidiaries of the defendant's elaborate web of phony charities.

The Defense's cross examination fell flat in an attempt to claim the authorities did not do enough to investigate the "Chinese Conspiracy" which the defense believes is not being investigated due to "Political Correctness" reasons.


Gerard Kearny:

It is Kearny's expert opinion that death resulted from cardiac arrest from symptoms caused by the substance inside the vape pens.

The Defense's cross of Dr. Kearny bordered on the ridiculous as Mr. Heidecker attempted to assassinate the character and expertise of Kearny by asking him a series of queries to hold his credentials to standards including questioning the methodology of Kearny's lab by making on odd display dipping paper into a cup of coffee which supposedly attempts to cast doubt or even compromise Kearny's methods ... however no one present really fully understood the defense's line of questioning.

Yet one grain of solid gold was uncovered during cross-examination as Kearny reveals ONE of the TWENTY (Sean Levin) died from an over dose of heroin and not from the substance found in the vape pens ... meaning the demise of 1/20 of the victims is very likely not related to actions caused by the defendant.


Gregg Turkington:

Mr. Turkington was brought by the prosecution as a character witness to offer a glimpse to the jury of the reputation of the defendant.

Turkington hosts a movie review television program similar to "Siskel and Ebert" along with the defendant ... and his experiences with the defendant were often taxing and difficult. He goes on to claim that the defendant's relationship with Luther Sanchez was not one where Sanchez was a Mexican vesrion of Svengali or a Puerto Rican version of a Rasputin like figure ... but the relationship between the two men (defendant and Sanchez) was a business partnership of mutual benefit between both persons.

Turkington's testimony casts serious doubt on the Defense Claim (A) that Sanchez was acting on his own volition ... and the testimony also painted the character of the defendant as being less than noble... in fact the character of the defendant appears to be quite flawed. Statements by Mr. Turkington describe Mr. Heidecker as a man of almost alarming ill-repute.

The witness also describes the vape fluid as having a terrible odor similar to burning rubber. The prosecution played a videographic clip from Turkington and Heidecker's show where the defendant himself on the Siskel/Ebert-like show speaks of dangers of the vape fluid and how the vape fluid almost caused his own death.

The cross examination of Turkington by the defense was petty and led to very little revelations of any value. The defense tried to bring the witness's character into question by asking the witness if he can back up his claim of being "a movie buff" despite not having a degree in movies from a real school. Mr. Turkington counter-claims that he is listed in the Guinness Book of World Records as having watched "501 movies in 501 days" which is apparently some sort of feat worthy of stature.


And thus concluded Day Two of Legal Proceedings!!!! 




Day Number 3
...and the docket continues.

Witnesses called on Day 3: Amanda Davis (Victim's Family), Mark Proksch (impersonator), Alessandro Sarodemini AKA "Axiom" (guitarist), Ayaka Ohtani (defendant's ex-wife)


Amanda Davis:

Davis testified on record, fighting back tears of heart wrenching sorrow, to bring to light the innocence and wholesomeness of the victims. Davis is the mother of nursing student Vicki Davis who's untimely demise sent shock waves through her immediate kin. Her testimony paints the picture that most if not all of the "Twenty" were innocent and beautiful human beings.

The defense crossed by asking the court to dim the lights and take a moment of silence for the victims. Judge Szymyck agreed to the moment of silence yet did not fulfill the defense's request to dim the lights.

 
From L to R: Proksch, Waymon, Szymyck, Rosetti, Bailiff, Stenographerr



Mark Proksch:

Proksch is a impersonator of vintage hollywood celebrities such as Groucho Marx, W.C. Fields, Buster Keaton, The Three Stooges, Charlie Chaplain, amongst others. He portrayed various impersonations for the defendant's unsuccessful Siskel/Ebert-esque program and testifies that his relationship with the defendant was similar to Turkington's relationship ... one which was taxing, difficult, and at times violent. As a character witness Proksch strokes the defendant's demeanor with a wide and stinging streak of paint ... a paint of deep negativity. 

Under cross examination, a visibly irate Heidecker acted so aggressively to the witness that Judge Szymyck ordered the Bailiff to stand as a buffer between both parties to ensure the safety of Mr. Proksch. Questioning by the defense was unproductive, aggressive, and strange ... which prompted lead prosecutor Rosseti to refer to the proceedings as being a "Kangaroo Court" and re-implied his belief that the defense's main goal was to orchestrate a mistrial by displaying such obtuse behavior towards the proceedings.



Alessandro Sarodemini AKA "Axiom":

  
Guitarist from Italy and member of DKR (the defendant's band). The prosecution questioned the validity of this person's integrity and willingness to lie under oath for the defendant by playing two songs (Exhibits 25 and 26) in order to show that Heidecker's "hit song" Empty Bottle was a re-work of a prior Italian language song written by Alessandro.

It is revealed that the defendant pays this witness some form of stipend and is under the employ of the defendant in varying capacity.

Even stranger, the prosecution uncovered that Alessandro donated his right hand, his guitar playing hand, to the defendant ... as to why he would do this is unknown, maybe the defendant thought he could gain Sarodemini's guitar playing skills if he grafted Sarodemini's hand unto his own arm ... whatever the motive was ... it paints a picture of the relationship between the parties as being strange ... and the prosecution is setting up that this witness would do/say anything for the defendant which will surely be a factor to consider when the defense calls upon Sarodemini when it is its turn to call witnesses to take the stand.

The cross examination of this Kaelin-esque individual was very cordial and the defendant implied the gallery and the court should applaud as he disembarked the witness stand. Once again it must be noted that the defendant's behavior is odd and unfitting for a courtroom.


Ayaka Ohtani:


Another character witness the prosecution called to demonstrate the reputation of the defendant. Ohtani is the ex-wife of the defendant and claims he is a negligent and uncaring man of significant ill-repute.

Similar to the cross examination of Proksch, the defense displayed odd and sometimes aggressive behavior towards the witness as he seemed jealous that she had a new Japanese husband named Satoshi and new lovely daughter with said man named Sakura. This so angered the defendant that he stormed out of the court room and declared (although he does not have the power to do so) a 5 minute recess. Not wanting to conduct proceedings further under the duress of the defense the judge felt he had no choice but to conclude proceedings for this day and declare that sessions will resume on Monday of the upcoming week (same court time - same court channel ... I assume).

The Bailiff had to escort Mrs. Ohtani out of the premises for fear of aggressive behavior towards her by the defendant who's erratic outbursts have kept getting more-and-more completely out-of-control.


AND THUS CONCLUDED THE THIRD DAY!!!!



Day 4 of Legal Proceedings
.... as the wheels of the docket continues for the world to see.


We observe a much more relaxed, acute, and attention-to-decorum oriented defense on Day Four as Judge Szymyck threatens to tack on another contempt of court charge to Mr. Heidecker's already mounting docket of contempt charges and if any more are tacked on he will have to have contempt of court charges heard on multiple days by other multiple judges.

With the Prosecution at Rest, it is the Defense's turn to call witnesses to the stand.

Witnesses Called by the Defense: Jack O'Ryan (DeeJay), Jesse Popp (civilian), Joe Estevez (Brother of Martin Sheen and uncle of Charlie and Emilio Estevez), Gregg Turkington (self-proclaimed movie aficionado)


Jack O'Ryan:

O'Ryan was present at the Electric Sun 20 Festival as a performer yet did not perform due to the early end to the festival on account of the terrible tragedy. He claims the festival was "chill" and it was "cool" although he reiterates early witness statements that food and water were scarce or even non-existent on the fair grounds.

He was little use to the Defense as a positive character witness as he goes on to state that he was never paid by the defendant for what they agreed on for him to preform at the music festival and is still awaiting payment.

Upon cross examination by the prosecution a fairly decent-sized bombshell is dropped on the defense as Mrs. Waymon asks with due aplomb if the witness is being paid by the defendant to testify on his behalf as to which Mr. O'Ryan replies with a stern and un-ambiguous "Yes" ... which serves as a pretty resounding blow to the defense.

The defense chose to accept the prosecution's redirect and issue new questions to its witness. Heidecker, who remind you is both the defendant and the defense, begins personally debating the merits of O'Ryan's claim that he paid him to testify by clarifying that if he goes to the metal slammer his assets will be frozen and would not be able to pay O'Ryan in that scenario and thus his statement to the witness prior to testifying were in the nature of O'Ryan would be paid only if the present court case was won and thus it was in O'Ryan's interest to testify as a positive character witness on the defendant's behalf ... and he in no way implied that this witness was paid specifically to testify.

Though O'Ryan was meant as a character building witness for the defense ... the swearing and arguing between himself and the defendant as he disembarked the stand erased any positive statements he made about the defendant's character ... the only notable one being that the festival was "chill" and that it was also "cool".


Jesse Popp:

Next the Defense called a Carrot Top looking young man to the stand to act as a boon to the character of the defendant. He was a youth at the concert who did not die and seems like he had a swinging good time there. Popp counters claims of previous statements by previous witnesses that the festival was in disarray ... he claims the following key points about the concert.

A) It was Wonderful
B) There was Food
C) No One got Hurt
D) DKR (defendant's band) "Slayed" on the Stage
E) Did Not See Defendant Giving out Vape Pens

Popp, it should be noted, makes a claim that he is in no way under employ of the defendant in any capacity.

Cross examination was once again on-the-ball and raring to rip this poor Carrot Top looking youth's testimony to shreds and ribbons. Though extracting the nugget of truth that this witness was paid by the defendant to testify was more difficult than Mr. O'Ryan that nugget was once again extracted just the same.

Mr. Rosetti, showed a clip of the defendant's web-a-sode style show "Decker" where Popp is briefly seen in a scene. Rosetti also showed a document (Exh. 28) which is Popp's Internet Movie Data Base page on the web which has one entry in it as a credit to his budding film career and that is of course the previously mentioned "Decker" show.

The prosecution, after reminding the witness that lying while under oath can lead to perjury charges, asks simply and as plain-as-stone once again if the witness is being paid by the defendant and just like O'Ryan was before him ... Popp responds with a "Yes." 

So far the prosecution has extracted information that both witnesses called by the defense have been paid by the defendant to testify on his behalf. One offered this information on his own volition and the other needed said information extracted from him.

The defense is hitting .000 so far and is 0-fer-2.


Joe Estevez:

The brother of Martin Sheen and benevolent uncle of famous brothers Charlie and Emilio Estevez takes the stand at this juncture in proceedings. He is the quintessential "Star Witness" and is pretty famous.

He knows the defendant as he played President Davidson on his web-a-sode format program and is the first character witness that paints the defendant with a positive light. Estevez claims the following things about the defendant ...

A) He's a "Terrific" Person
B) He's Easy to Get Along with
C) He booked Estevez as the President which shows He is Inteligent and Recognizes Talent
D) Would Not Hurt a Fly
E) Is a "Hailed Fellow" which Nobody can Deny

Now with a quick reputation boost off the list, the defense moves to gain more ground and attempts to damage the character of the deceased Luther Sanchez. Estevez claims he does not know the "Doctor" (though he and Sanchez both appeared on the panel of the "Doctor San Forgiveness Special" of On Cinema At The Cinema).

It is in this celebrity, Mr. Estevez's eyes and opinion, that the tragedy at the festival was nothing more than an unfortunate accident and the defendant is void of any responsibility or wrong-doing.

Upon being cross examined by the prosecution, negative character traits of the defendant are extracted from the famed witness. The prosecution was interested in the defendant's relationship with drugs as to which Mr. Estevez reveals that he indeed believes that Mr. Heidecker has a problem with drugs.

Estevez also paints the defendant as a ne'er-do-well who once "set himself on fire" on set ... yet Estevez later recants this statement and readdresses this event as one where the defendant had "an accident" with a blaze/fire and clarifies that the defendant did not "set himself on fire".

 
Gregg Turkington:

A lackadaisical and still-under-oath Turkington retakes the witness stand. The Defense puts his suit jacket back on, collects himself, and seems pretty ready to rip this man's integrity apart. The Defense seems to have renewed vigor at the sight of Turkington and appears poised to assassinate the witness's character ... specifically in regards to the witness's assertion that he is a "movie buff".

Turkington, G. self-professed aficionado of movies.


The defense poses a series of questions with the intent to test the validity of Turkington's claim of being a movie expert. The line of questioning is paraphrased below:


What is your favorite movie?
It's a three way tie between Casablanca, Jaws, and Gone with the Wind. Coming up on the rear-end of my favorite list is Sleepless in Seattle, and Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Have you ever seen "Sully" starring Tom Hanks?
Yes, I was invited to a "sneak peek" that only esteemed movie buffs and film critics were invited to attend. 

Does Star Trek 2 take place in San Francisco?
Yes.

Does Star Trek 4 take place in San Francisco?
No.
   

Interesting to say the least. It seems Mr. Turkington is dancing a sultry mambo with the truth here and is straddling on a steep slope with these statements. If it is found that "Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home" is indeed shown to the satisfaction of the court that it took place in San Francisco ....  could Mr. Turkington's assertion that he is a "movie buff" be a bold face lie? Could Mr. Turkington be committing perjury by lying under oath to the state of California about his credentials as a movie aficionado?

The stew is definitely beggining to boil and it appears that the Defense's ENTIRE CASE depends on whether Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (the one where they need the whale sounds because some robot thing is going around destroying everything that doesn't have pre-recorded whale sounds) takes place in San Francisco!!!

AND THUS CONCLUDES DAY FOUR OF THE BIGGEST TRIAL EVER!



The Fifth Day
The docket resumes.

Closing statements were delivered in this session and the jury sent to deliberation. Prior to that there were two remaining witnesses called by the defense.


Witnesses called on Day 5: Nicholas Meyer (Director of Star Treks 2 and 6, co writer of 4), Manuel "Juicy" Giusti (musician and actor).


Nicholas Meyer:

The defense called in an expert witness, the director of Star Trek 2 and co-writer of Star Trek 4, to act as a Star Trek expert to sort out the muddled mess encountered in the previous session whereas one Gregg Turkington (self-styled movie buff) seemed to be so sure of himself that the fourth installment of the Star Trek movie franchise did not take place in San Francisco.

Surely the writer of said film would be privy to the correct answer to that and he was in fact privy. Mr. Meyer (no relation to Oscar although he stated he was nominated for an Oscar award once) ... the star Star Trek expert with more than enough expertise on this matter stated that in the fourth installment of the Star Trek movies (the following is verbatim)....

..... "They go to SAN FRANCISCO."

A visibly shaken Gregg Turkington could not control his disagreement with this matter and called out from the gallery that they go to San Franciso in Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan and not Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home .. as to which Meyer helps him through his confusion by saying that scenes from Star Trek 2 (such as Cpt. Kirk's apartment scene amongst others) were set in San Franciso (yet not actually filmed there). The continued outbursts from the gallery by Turkington left Judge Smyzyck with no choice but to ask the bailiff to remove Mr. Turkington from the premises.

The falsification of Turkington's testimony fell like a stone into the jury's minds. Like a jenga piece being removed from a jenga structure .... the removal of Turkington's "expert" testimony may very well crumble the structure and foundation of the prosecution's entire case.

Gregg Turkington's credibility melted like a popsicle in the hot desert sun as soon as the words "They go to San Francisco" left Mr. Meyer's two lips. This self professed movie buff did not even know basic plot points of the smash hit 1986 science fiction adventure film Star Trek IV: The Journey Home.

It wasn't all jenga foundation destroying gains for the defense however as under cross examination Mr. Meyer reveals that similarly like O'Ryan and Popp ... he was paid in the tune of 10,000 dollars to testify for the defense.

Mr. Heidecker interjects (not during re-direct but on whim) that he's allowed to employ the services of expert witnesses and it makes no matter near nor dither if he paid for the expert Star Trek related services of Mr. Meyer.


Manuel "Juicy" Giusti

After observing two Kato Kaelin like individuals in the court gallery the jury and observers must have enjoyed finally getting to hear the testimony of the second Kato, one Manuel Giusti, who's long flowing locks are blonde as opposed to Axiom's long flowing brown locks.

Mr. Giusti declares a startling revelation that he was in contact with one Luther Sanchez the very day Sanchez committed suicide. Not only that but Snachez gave him a letter on yellow legal pad written in big block letters with permanent marker.

The defense asked Mr. Giusti to read said document which roughly stated that Sanchez felt that he was the only one responsible for the deaths of the "Twenty" and that Tim Heidecker in no way shape or form shares any of this responsibility and is totally innocent.

If this letter is authentic and was written by Sanchez prior to him taking his own life, the defense would have adequately shown to the satisfaction of the court that the only one responsible was indeed Luther Sanchez .... but all was not smooth sailing and this startling revelation was dashed with precision.

Under cross examination, Mr. Rosetti, being of Italianized extraction himself, openly wondered if Mr. Giusti was a Pope-fearing Catholic like he was as to which Giusti responded that he was. Rosetti pointed out that prior to taking the witness stand Mr. Giusti made a pledge to GOD on HIGH that he would not tell a LIE.

With that in mind, Mr. Rosetti asked the witness who really gave him that shocking case-decision -alteringly-important letter as to which the witness replied ... " Tim did this morning. "

Another one bites the dust as they say.



Closing Statements

Following these two witnesses the defense rested. With both parties at rest it was now time for closing arguments.

DA Rosetti
Rosetti's Closing statements were standard fare as trial closers go, he re-outlined many of he and Mrs. Waymon's key points and implored the jury to bring this audacious man to justice and that bringing this man to justice now lies entirely in their capable hands.

This was the first time in the proceedings Mr. Rosetti showed emotion and jury/observers now understand that the bearing of the gravitas of the trial as well as the brazen effronterous displays by the defendant must have really weighed down this humble clerk of the State of California.

Mr. Rosetti ends by making an impassioned plea for the jury to convict this man.

Mr. Heidecker's closing arguments were anything but standard fare as far as court proceedings go. He brought out a board and wrote the following seven concepts on it:

1. Heroin
2. The Chinese Connection
3. Orion Jack
4. Dr. San Confession
5. Star Trek 2/4
6. Character (Joe/Jesse)
7. Tim (Victim)


He drew question marks all around these concepts and connected them like venn diagrams ... and finally when he got to himself "Tim" he flipped the board around which had the photos of the 19 (20 - Sean Levine) victims on it and stated that he belongs there with them for he is nothing short of a victim as well.

He re-iterated a claim that one of the victims, Carlos Delgado, had predicted the future that fateful day of April 14th and confided in Heidecker that if anything goes wrong at this music festival it is 100% not Heidecker's fault and if for some reason Mr. Delgado were to die in the near future his last will and testimony is for Mr. Heidecker to start a charitable foundation in his name .... which Mr. Heidecker claims he has. He has made a charity called the Carlos Delgado Fund.

His closing words were (verbatim) ...

... "I was just a man at the scene of a crime."


And thus concluded the trial! How will the jury deliberations go? I don't know. Is he guilty? Is he innocent? Only Old Man Time can Tell us the Answer to That....



The Final Day (Day 6): THE VERDICT 




After five long days of vigorous deliberation the jury has announced at 2pm (eastern time) on November the 28th of the year 2017 their verdict.

You could hear a pin drop as an anxious tension highlighted the silence of the wood paneled court room. The tension was so palpable you could almost cut it up with a rusty knife.

Lo, the unseen foreman of the jury (a solitary female voice who calls out beyond some eerie 4th wall), states that the jury clears Mr. Heidecker on charges of the death of one Sean Levine ... and as for the remaining multitude of charges ... she states the jury was HUNG.

The split jury has resulted in a mistrial as consensus was not reached between the twelve jurors.

During the post-trial press conference District Attorney Rosetti was thankful that he was allowed to make a valiant attempt to fight for justice for the victims. He had little words and was visibly disappointed and saddened by the decision.

Assistant District Attorney, Myriam Waymon, had more to say, including revealing the guilty and not-guilty statistics of the jury. She states 11 members of the jury declared the defendant guilty while 1 member of the jury found him not guilty. The hung jury was 11-1 in favor of a guilty verdict. She goes on to state that her heart is with the victims and states that due to the heavy burden on tax payers it is unlikely that the state will pursue further charges in the case.

Outside the courtroom, an ecstatic Tim Heidecker, held a press conference of his own. He stood in the center of the podium winged by both Katos, Axiom and Manuel (one Kato to his left, and one Kato to his right).

Heidecker thanked the one juror who would not budge on his/her not guilty stance and thus brought about the hung jury and the subsequent mistrial verdict. He blasted his initial defense counsel, Mark Dwyer, for being poor at his job. He blasted D.A. Rosetti and went as far as calling him both a "rat" and a "loser."

He ended by thanking three more parties. Firstly himself, who was basically a "one-man show" in the court room as he describes it, secondly he thanks his brothers, both Katoes, Manuel and Axiom ... and finally he gives a shout out to the victims ... the twenty ... for without them he wouldn't be standing here today ... and Innocent Man.

And thus concluded the Trial of the Century.

Innocent .... and "Unstoppable"

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Working at Perfect/Perfekt: Does Perfect Mario Really Exist??

The Super Mario Bros 1 World Record was just broken again so it seems like a good time to re-visit a topic this blog has hit a coupla times before.

In case you are dyin' to know the specifics, here is the footage of the official new record as implemented into the ol' nintender-box by one "darbian":



4 minutes and 56.528 seconds.

If you're new to the world of people trying to beat Mario One really really fast there's things in that video that probably stick out to the average Mario layman such as the obvious exploits of "glitches." Yes, there's some things in there the Mario layman might deem controversial.

Controversy has been ABOUNDS in the Mario-sphere ever since the first person broke 5 minutes and 8 seconds which was BELIEVED at the time to be a "perfect" time ... yet as new glitches were found through TAS* attempts and then that knowledge applied to man-runs the 5:08 kept being shaved lower and lower and lower .... and then Andrew Gardikis beat the game in UNDER 5 MINUTES and everyone collectively just freaked out.

The "official" video game records committee, the Twin Galaxy one you see in the Fist Full of Quarters documentary film, does not recognize these Mario records due to these glitches being 'sploited and still lists 5.08 as the official record. So, in some regards controversy still surrounds these feats.

I think claiming that 5:08 is still the record for Mario 1 is silly .... the record is 4:56528 ... and that's that.

Those glitches? They are not cheating ... they are doing these runs on the actual device the game was made for and are using the actual cartridge. These glitches exist in the official and non-altered versions of these games. The runners getting sub-fivers in Mario are people who can get 5.08 in their sleep or with their eyes closed ... so it's not like if these glitches weren't there they couldn't get the record. These people can five-oh-eight no problem ... but five-oh-eight WASN'T ENOUGH FOR THEM. They needed to go faster ... they needed to.

Like the plant jumping? You can jump through the plants in Mario 1 on Nintendo (not remakes though ... you can't sail through the back-end of piranha plants in the SNES version). The Nintender roms were so small (8-bit) that the programmers needed to cut a lot of corners to fit all the graphix, music, and animations in there .... the damage-event only ensues if you hit the front-end of the plant ... they saved space by not writing a damage-event to ensue on the back half of the plant.

The warp glitches fall under the same category too, those warp-events are written on screen to ensue and sometimes they carry over in the wrong place on some "frame-rolls" it seems so the warp event is played when the player interacts with a tube instead of the stalk for example ... or when you back the screen up a bit while a tube had a warp event that event might scramble into another closer tube. Using TAS runs, they found these glitches and used them.

Look, obviously this can be taken too far, some glitches are waaaay too over-the-top like this one:

This glitch is going too far, man.

To purport that this fellow "beat" Mario World in under six minutes is asinine and wrong. No, he did not beat Mario World ... and I know I just did a few paragraphs saying glitches are okay but there's a line in the sand where they stop being okay.

I define "Beating Mario" as the following:

Mario Must defeat Bowser and Save the Princess
(obviously except for in Mario 2 ... whereas Mario must Defeat Wart and Wake Up)

That's the essence of engaging in this feat of strength and wills. You are becoming a plumber who needs to save a princess and you must defeat a reptile to accomplish this. That's what Mario is plain and simple... and whatever it is you do to arrive at Bowser and defeat him is irrelevant. The only criterion to "Beating Mario" and finishing the game is to beat Bowser and get the Princess, no ifs/and/buts 'bout it.

As for the above scenario in Mario World where this fellow gets a glitch in the first level and mashes up the game where it starts running the credits screen? No sir. No sirrrreeeee, sam. You did NOT beat Mario here. You did not even confront Bowser let alone BEAT him! So, no glory here. No glory? No dice, man.

All glitches are 'sploitable 'cept for ones that bypass the Bowser-defeating portion of the event. If you don't beat Bowser and Save the Princess ... you did not beat Mario.

When I look at the Mario World records I look under the "11 Exit" category ... I don't really care who has the gimmick records. It's a cool glitch but it's too glitchy, y'know. To me "11-Exit" is the real Mario World leader board.



*TAS is an acronym for Tool Assisted SpeedRun which is a pain staking process of using emulators with save-state functions and macros-functions to find what are the most time efficient "routes" to take in a video game. This description was too long for a bracket so I footnoted down here, baby.


Workin' at Perfekt

Mario Speed Running is no longer a competition to see who is the best at Mario. These young people are Working at Perfect/Perfekt now. 

There's no competition between the handful of people who do this. If you read the forums for Mario Speed Running and other datum ... these people don't compete. They TAS-out glitches together, discuss route strategies, and cheer each other on. The handful of people who do this are like a small community of Mario Perfectionists who work together to try and achieve something almost unattainable in nature ... Perfection at Mario.

I remember a long time ago when I first wrote about this like 5 years ago, I made a joke that it's akin to the story of Icarus where he kept wanting to go higher on higher on his feathery wings that one day he touched the sun and his feathery wings melted.

It's sort of true though, there's no real definition yet of what truly the Perfect time is in Mario 1. We thought 5:08 was written in stone then we thought 4:59 was the new stone-written time ... and now it's 4:56 .... there doesn't seem to be a time low enough so the attempts never end.

Working at Perfect is a concept that is both very noble yet also wrought with danger. My understanding of Perfection comes from the song "Working at Perfekt" by Geddy Lee where he describes the concept as:

Working at Perfekt

Draw A Line
Strong And Clear
Make It Bend To Your Will
All The Lines
In A Face
So Hard To Make Stand Still

'till The Flaws Disappear
'till What's Wrong Disappears
'till All That's Wrong Will
Disappear

Working At Perfect
Got Me Down On My Knees
Success To Failure
Just A Matter Of Degrees
Success To Failure
Just A Matter Of Degrees

All The Colours Of The Day
Have Somehow Disappeared
All The Colours Of The Universe
Are Closer Than They Appear

Are Not As Close As They Appear
Are Not As Close As They Appear
Not As Close As They Appear

Nothing Is Perfect
Certainly Not Me
Success To Failure
Just A Matter Of Degrees
Working At Perfect
Got Me Down On My Knees

But When It's Right
It's Right As Rain
And When It's Right
There Is No Pain
And When It's Right
You Start Again

Working At Perfect
Got You Down On Your Knees
Success To Failure
Just A Matter Of Degrees
Success To Failure
Just A Matter Of Degrees
          (-Lee, G.)

Perfection is this. It's a work that is painstakingly time-consuming yet you feel amazingly rewarded  when you finally get what you're attempting to do "Right" ... and then you feel as of Rain ... yet even when you get it "Right" ... you still Start Again ... all over from the start and try and make it better. Perfection never really exists because the perfectionist will always thrive to out-perfect what is considered "Perfect".

It will get to a point where to achieve "Right" the difference between success and failure will begin to get thinner and thinner ... to the point where the difference between success and failure is just a mere matter of minute degrees. It's a process that literally can get you Down on Your Kneeeeeeees.

I watch these speedrun attempts sometimes and the glory of getting the route down and the frame rolls to hit and the glitches to snap .... is PAINSTAKING looking. I mean, these Mario Runners have probably made a million attempts at Mario.

I'm speaking from experience too. I used to have Mario in my routine of waking up. I'd start my day: 1. Eat 2. Shower 3. Coffee 4. Beat Mario (either 2 or World) then go to work. This is probably in like early 2000s like in my early 20s-ish ... the internet speed run Mario stuff hadn't begun yet. It was just routine ... it was eat something, clean my dirty-ass self, then become PERFEKT, then go to work and start the old day.

I was a speedrunner at Mario 2 (the whacky one with Wart and stuff) and World (the Yoshi one) ... I never dabbled too much in Mario 1. So, I'm not speaking about the process from some sort of alien perspective ... I dabbled in elite Mariomanship for a stitch in time.

The saying in that song, "Success To Failure is Just a Matter of Degrees", is true as true can be in the world of Mario SpeedRunning. I mean, I wouldn't place myself and my abilities even in the same league as the people who have sub-5 times. I'm not even close to that ability. They are hardcore at this. If they don't get a frame-roll synced up right ... reset and start over. If they don't get a glitch to snap .... reset and start over. If they get one firework to set off over the castle instead of zero .... reset and start over. If they don't get a certain enemy to spawn at a certain point that they need to get a glitch ... reset and start over..... if all the flaws don't disappear? Reset and start over. If all what's wrong does not disappear? Reset and start over.

And over and over and over.

When I first saw these videos online and saw people can rip and house and plex Marios more faster than me ... I thought I was gonna get back into the ol' mess and try and get more better .... and I tried to do the shit they do like the Bird-Jumping in 6-2 in Mario 2 ... and after a few tries I was like .... I dunno, I think I'm gonna call a Murtaugh on this shit and proclaim that I am simply too old for this shit. I knew in 6-2 that fateful day, that I wasn't gonna put the time and pain into this endeavour ... I simply was not strong enough to be the best at Mario-ing.

Like, these guys who Mario Run are pretty good at what they do, man ... and it took years of hardcore training to get there. I mean these guys have worked at Perfekt for years and won't stop .... they want to touch the sun with their Mario Wings.


Someone Make a DAMN MOVIE ABOUT THIS

I loved the Donkey Kong one called Fist Full of Quarters and I loved the Tetris documentary about the dude who got to level 30 on NES Tetris ... and I cannot believe no film maker has not reached out to the Mario 1 Speed Running community to do a movie of it.

I know in documentaries there's a lot of Spinal Tap elements and Kayfabe elements that seem to flourish ... and I loved Billy Mitchell's heel character in that Donkey Kong film ... but these Mario runners are all pretty young and it doesn't seem to be their style ..... Spinal Tap and Kayfabe stuff isn't the route to go with this one if someone is interested in making a Mario 1 speedrun Dock.

Going on those Mario forums from time to time over the years and reading some of the stuff they talk about and seeing what a community of like-minded people these handful of Mario runners seem to be ... a film maker should focus the film on three main themes which are Team Work, Friendship, and The Quest for Perfection.

The "characters" (yes even in documentaries the people are characters) in the dock could maybe Work Together to plan out how to be the best, they cheer each other on to out do each other and see their strategies implemented .... and then this beautiful display of friendship helps guide them down the Yellow Brick Road to Perfection.

Maybe it's just because I have dabbled in Mariomanship and Runnin' that I find the goings-on in this e-sport so intriguing but I think there's something here. I do.

It's a Modern Day Icarus Story .... a quest for Never-Ending Perfektion.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Baseball: Those Saint Louis Cardinals

Montreal has some new spring training baseball games coming in March of next year. I like these games, I go to 'em ... to be honest I like the pre-game ceremonies better than the exhibition baseball (where 3rd stringers tend to enter the lineup at the 4th inning mark).  A lot of old favorites have cruised on in over the last few years from 70s/80s Expos stars, to 90s Expos stars, and other key figures to take part in the opening ceremonies.

I don't have that many ideas left to write about anymore, but writing is a fun exercise and a cool mental tool to exercise. There's certain times of the year, probably because they are topics I've done annually, where I get a sort of writin' bug. I wrote about the previous MTL Exhibition games over the last 4 or 5 years and it's becoming a yearly routine for me. I really liked the format of the Cincinnati Reds article I did where I focused on the Reds and my memories of 80s/90s baseball surrounding them. I tried to mix it up and go a different route with the Pittsburgh one last year ... and do modern "memories" of now-a-times stuff ... but who am I kidding? I'm a Nostalgia Man, I love the past pretty well.

I'm gonna go back to the Cincinnati-one format for this where I think it had the right mix of Comedy, Baseball History, and Montreal Baseball Return Promotion (45% Comedy, 30% Baseball History, 25% MTL Baseball Return Being-Down-Withness).

In the meat of that one, I talked about the Best Red, and My Favorite Red. So, let's do that but for those Old St. Louis Cardinals this time who are venturing to baseball-less Montreal to play some friendly old baseball games in March (these are like Monday and Tuesday I think not Friday and Saturday like the previous four times).


Cardinals!

I know the Cards got into some murky water last season or two ago with something about attaining some informations in a "by hook or by crook" format ... but that's not the Cards I know and like ... my main thoughts of that team that come to mind when I think of them are from the "Whitey Ball" era (no that's not a bad term for white people playing baseball, it's based off the stratagems of one Whitey Herzog ... who was the main tactician for the Cards for many years).

Note the Napoleaning of the hand.
Baseball now a days thinks the fans want homers or strikeouts ... and they are kind of altering the game (for what they think is better) to achieve more HR and K ... but I loved Whitey Ball, baby.

I remember in Earl Weaver's book, the man who basically was the key influence on wanting walks and home runs ... he said the reason he set up his lineup for the "3 run homer" was because he coached in Baltimore and hitting homeruns out of Memorial Stadium was particularly easy (the corners of the fences for example stood at 309 feet out which is ludicrous). Weaver says in his book that if he coached in Kaufman in Kansas City (corners there were 330 feet out) he'd load his lineup with speedsters instead of power hitters.

Basically, how you design your stratagems is dependent on the battlefield in baseball. What was Whitey Herzog dealing with at Busch in the 80s? He had 330 corners like at Kaufman (I guess Missouri likes far out corners) so he designed a strategic deployment based on vicious unrelenting speed and thus Whitey Ball was born.

Let's do a leaderboard of stolen bases for the 1985 Cards (this is ONE TEAM mind you, not the entire league leader board):

1985 Cards Stolen Base Leaders:

Vince Coleman 110
Willie McGee 56
Andy Van Slyke 34
Ozzie Smith 31
Tom Herr 31
Lonnie Smith 12

In 2017 that's not even the combined NL/AL leaderboard let alone the leaders of a single team! Whitey Ballers weren't just running .... they were RUNNING THEIR DICKS LOOSE!

When the Cards won the Trophy in '82 you know who had the most homers on the team? One George Hendrick and you know how many he had? A whole 19 of them. They didn't even have one 20 homerun hitter when they went all the way in 1982.

Look at ol' Whitey in that photo ... with his hand all Napoleoned in his pocket like that. There's only one sort of very specific person who comports themselves in that fashion ... only Dynamic Strategists comport themselves as such. When you see a dude nonchalantly looking about the place with a single hand in the pocket and one hand flappin' loose ... he may seem to be nonchalant as shit but that person has a myriad of scenarios being calculated and re-calculated in his mind. Yes, a person who comports themselves like that are always Dynamic Strategists.


The Best Cardinal

Lots of choice here with a team that was founded in 1900 ... you've got quite a lot of names to chose from but I still think the choice isn't that hard. From glossing over historical stats only briefly it's not hard to settle on this name as the Greatest Cardinal of Talent-Wise of All Entire Time....


Bob Gibson. 

He was 251- 174 for the Cards in his career with a 2.91 ERA and 3117 strikeouts. That's some amazing numbers for a pitcher. His best year is almost unreal ... in 1968 he was 22 and 9 with a 1.12 ERA over 304 innings pitched!! That's the closest thing to total Absolute Ultimate Dominance that there is for a pitcher.

A starting pitcher of today would not even fathom pitching 300+ innings let alone while maintaining a 1.12 ERA throughout. People think Nolan Ryan was the pitcher who came the closest to Absolute Total Ultimate Dominance on the mound but Nolan never put up anything like that in his career. Nolan did get under 2 in ERA one year but in the strike shortened 1981 season where he had a 1.69 over 149 innings pitched.

1.12 over 304 by Bob Gibson .... is just .... Dolemite-esque in Nature. It's As Bad as Can (be). He was basically a Human Tornado in 1968.

I never saw him pitch other than in archived videos but I don't need any live-scoutage under my wings of analysis to proclaim Bob Gibson as the greatest Card talent-wise ever  ... I mean great googly moo this man was a House of Utter Pitching Fire, truth be told.

Runner Up for this Award: Stan "The Man" Musial


My Favorite Cardinal of all time

Now, this section is where I let my personal bias seep into the mix and I gently toss my analytical abilities out the old window, and relate to the reading audience who my favorite Cardinal was. As an 80s kid and 90s teen ... the 1980s and 1990s are my area of most nostalgia for baseball so the player will be from that 20 year period no doubt. 1900-1980 and 2000-2017 are not my area of nostalgic expertise.

The criteria to be awarded the championship of this section of the article isn't the same as the Talent portion where deep analytic thinking helped derive Bob Gibson for that honor ... this section is more "Did I like that dude's name a lot?" .... "Did the dude do a helluva lotta sick back flips before taking his position in the field?" .... "were his baseball card photos funny and/or cool looking?"

I had a shortlist but I narrowed the shorty down to two finalists. Al Hrabosky and Ozzie Smith.

The Mad Hungarian is a slight notch or two on the chronoscale ahead of my time ... but I'm not doing a Cardinals article without getting a quote of his in here. I mean, here, check out this one ... wait it needs set up. The Cards management asked Hrabosky to shave his iconic facial hair and after doing so his performance dropped off substantially and he claimed it was due to his now lack of facial hair and explained the need to have it to compliment his "psyche":

lookin' guuud.


"To be perfectly honest with ya, I feel that, I maybe have average physical ability, but when I get my psyche and my self-hypnosis goin', then I can compete with anybody and anything..."

-The "Mad Hungarian" Alan Thomas Hrabosky








The man's whole modus operandi was being wickedly wickedly pumped. Now, I'm gonna just go out and say it .... That is COOL. I would really like to know the procedure he used to self hypnotize himself into the Zone. For some reason I have a feeling it might have involved listening to the Doobie Brothers whilst drinking semi-warm Schaefer beer ... but that's just speculation on my part at this juncture.

  
Nextly, the Wizard of OZ! Ozzie Smith .... complete with GIFS OF HIM DOIN' FLIPS EVERYWHERE!!!!!

Wut the .... OH MY GOOOODNESS!

What is gonna ... OH WOW!
SLOOOO MOOOO SHUUUUNNNNN!

Ozzie don't, don't you're gonna get .... HE DID A BACK FLIP!!!


Sorry Al Hrabosky but you lose. Ozzie Smith is one of the mainest mainest mainest men of the 80s/90s. I, over the years, have equated happiness to doing back flips and Ozzie Smith would take the field by doing back flips. It's almost too much. It's .... the greatest thing.

So the award for my Most Favorite Cardinal of all time goes to ... Ozz....


......A CHALLENGER APPEARS!


OH NO!

Oh no, Willie ... no. No, I can't. I can't. I wrote a pretty long article about Willie McGee back in the day like five or six years ago. It was one of the first articles that got a lotta hits on my blog. It was a pseudo art review of photos of Willie McGee that went on for, I dunno, like 2000 words. It had a complete fictitious backstory, copy-pasted french poems, and everything else. I'm sorry, Willie, I can't include you in this one because I've done like thousands of words on the Subject of Willie McGee already. 

I can use the remainder of this space to work in a Dane Iorg joke or something .... Who am I kidding? Let's get Willie in this article.

People might have thought back in 2012 that I was making fun of Willie McGee in that "The Highest of High Culture: The Appraisal of Photographs of Willie McGee" piece. I wasn't. As a kid in the 1980s, photos of Willie McGee when found in various packs of baseball cards genuinely confused and intrigued me. I'd open a pack and flip through the cards and I'd be like ... "Oh a rookie card, cool", "YEAH! AN EXPO! YES!" ... and then ..... "????" .... total bewilderment and confusion.

I wasn't making fun of Willie's appearance in that 2012 piece, I honestly think Willie McGee baseball cards are art. They are. I would look at them and really wonder things like "What the heck is this dude thinking about to be making a face like this whilst getting his baseball card photo taken?" ... I mean if you made me choose what is the greatest baseball card of all time I'd say with perfect aplomb and genuine honesty that the 1986 Topps Willie McGee is the greatest baseball card of all time.

Players wanted to look cool, tough, professional, or snapped doing an interesting action/play in these cards ... but not Willie McGee. He wanted to take these photos with the most confounding facial expressions possible ... and they are just that ... confounding. I still think to this day that what Willie McGee is thinking about in his 1986 Topps trading card is ..... "Gee whiz .... that's a funny lookin' dog over there."

Ozzie Smith, I apologize, you're the greatest .... but the award for my Most Favoritist Cardinal of All Time goes to...

Willie Mcgee.


Conclusion
I like this article, it's pretty good.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Robots

In the last blog thing I wrote, I talked pretty highly of our steel-girded friends known as robots. I was saying that robots are gonna take over politicians jobs and it'll be really cool in like the 3000s .... but people shouldn't take that statement out of context.

The crux of the pudding of the last article was like to cheer people up because the political scene is getting all wonky lately. I re-read it just now and it's pretty dark at some parts for a cheer-up article ... like the kool-aid stuff and whatnot ... but the end was like a humorous sort of pick-me-up along the lines of "Don't worry gang ... robots will be our presidents soon ... so chin up y'all!"

A Robot
I don't want people to think I'm some sort of dirty robot-lover though. I actually in all personal-honesty don't even really like those cold-steel synthetic sons-of-whores and of bitches. I mean, those robots are stealing everyone's jobs with their cold uncaring robotic hands!

I guess I don't really hate robots though, I just wanted to clarify the last article where it probably came across (assuming anyone actually read it) as if I was looking forward to the collapse of humanity and the rise of the Ungodly Era of Murderous Machina ... which I'm not. I don't ever want humans to die ... I love humans.

I don't even hate all sorts of robots either just the dumb ones. Okie-doke, let's define some types of robots now.


Term Define
 
1. Automaton: These are fake humans that are just like puppets ... they can't like do stuff or think about stuff but they are made to look like real-ass humans. Sometimes they can achieve Uncanny Valley where they look so real that when real people look at them they get really freaked out.

The only time in my life I ever felt the effects of "uncanny valley" wasn't for a robot though, the only time I ever felt this was over a cat. I was delivering something, like a couch or something, to a house and they had this cat on the couch .... and I was looking at it and something was up with it .... I kept looking at it and then slightly approached it but it didn't budge or make eye movements .... then the customer told me it's a stuffed animal .... and I was like "it is?" .... and they said it was from a company that makes life-like replicas of people's departed pets and boy-oh-boy was it life-like ... like really life-like.

As my mind was transported in that moment to the Valley of the UnCanny ... I really thought to myself ... "Gee whiz, that cat is TOO life-like!"

So yeah, automatons are just like gimmick puppets ... they can't hurt nobody so who really cares about them?



Yes, Worker 8 was a faithless killing machine ... but he was also my friend.

2. Machines: Machines aren't really robots they are just serieses of mechanical components that can execute procedures. They can't think, feel, love, hate, or be alive ... they are just cold lifeless drones. The Russian word for "Work" is something like "Robota" .... to work is to robot and to robot is to work. I'm not Russian though ... and I don't think robots are work-machines ... to me robots are the fun friends from movies and video games who not only can execute procedures in an orderly fashion .... but who can also become your Best Friend. Those are only in the fictions though ... real life machines have no rhyme or reason and are just faithless steel giants.

Machines are super dangerous because they can be programmed by humans to execute a variety of pre-conceived functions ...  and as we all know ... humans can think up some really really fucked up shit for machines to do .... from killing to very badly killing to very very very badly killing like everything.



Oh no, not MORE ANDROIDS!?!?!
3. Androids: These are just fiction these ones. They are synthetic humans. Like say someone somehow thought up a way to re-create a human from scratch out of common shit on earth (i.e. not frankensteining other humans together or altering an existing human) ... as of right now we can make skin-like polymers and shit in real life, bone like shit, hair like shit and other shit .... but there's one thing that science hasn't even come close to creating from scratch yet and that's the human-ass BRAIN. The brain is so intricate and took layers and strata of millennia to achieve. Those millions upon million of years of evolution can't be re-created from scratch by anyone at this juncture. Even a chicken's brain is more intricate than any synthetic brain out there.

Are Androids dangerous? No, you silly goose, they don't even exist and won't for a few thousands of years so who cares about them?

(Frequently Asked Question: Is Frankenstein an android because he's a synthetic human? No, Frankenstein/Frankenstein's Monster is a MONSTER cobbled together from various parts of other humans ... he's like a Hybrid Human ... but more specifically Frankenstein is a big scary Monster and not a robot.)



4. Humanoid Robots: These are cool ones from fiction who look like tin cans or barrels but under those shabby tin cans they call bodies lies the caring and beautiful heart of a genuine human being. The Tin Man from Wizard of Oz is like the proto-type for this character trope ... the Tin Man literally didn't have a heart but by the end he learned that a heart doesn't come from some store or some shopping mall .... it was inside of him this whole entire time.

I love some of these robots, I cannot tell a lie, I really do. Pee Wee Herman had that Konky 5000, I have great respect for the Konkster, he brought joy and screaming to the Playhouse each and every Saturday. One time, Konky broke down and couldn't print out Today's Secret Word and Pee Wee had to call Jimmy Smits (before he was famous) to come fix Konky 5000 .... I was so happy that Saturday morn when Konky re-booted up as his old self thanks to Jimmy Smits's timely repairsmanship.

I like that swell-hearted Johnny Number Five as well from "Short Circuit" and "Short Circuit II" .... but my favorite humanoid robot is the main man himself .....

.... Robo.

Robo.... respect, brother. You're more than just a tin can, you're the best.



5. Cyborgs: Cyborgs are cool. They are regular-ass humans like me and you but with upgrades and decals and stuff. Unlike Androids these things exist. Like, do you have a grandpa with a pace-maker? Your grandpa is a fricken CYBORG. His heart is beating thanks to a machine implanted into his chest .... that's literally cool. 

Who says the legless can't have a foot race?
You ever watch those Para-Lympics where like dudes and chicks are cruising around the racing tracks with like bouncing-blades for legs? Man that's cool looking. In a sense, those paralympians are Cyborgs if you think about it. They had their legs replaced with the miracle of science's equivalent to legs. Those guys are amazing.

 Anyways, man I love Cyborgs .... they are so cool. One of my favorites is RoboCop. My heart gets filled with so much emotion and joy whenever I think of RoboCop. People think RoboCop was a Humanoid Robot or an Android but no .... RC was a Cyborg. 
RoboCop

I don't recall chronologically every piece of the RoboCop continuum but if memory serves me right, RoboCop was a Man until the dad (Red Foreman) from The 70s Show repeatedly shot him with a shotgun until he almost died .... but RoboCop didn't die .... he just got really badly shooted.

So what they did was, they put RoboCop's brain into the chassis of an elite crime fighting humanoid machine built for protecting and serving Detroit society. So, yes RoboCop was mostly Machine ... BUT .... the one component science can't create is the complex-as-shit human-ass BRAIN .... so RoboCop was still a Man. He was a Man with severe upgrades and decals made to his body but he still had his brain ... so RoboCop is 100% a Cyborg.

If you need proof that RoboCop is still a Man, look no further than the scene in RoboCop 2 (or is it 3?) where a gang of drug addicts and some 12 year old kid beat RoboCop with clubs and then jack-hammer him apart with a jack hammer. The remains of RoboCop are refurbished back at the precinct following the defeat .... and they install a new thinking program into RoboCop to make him a newer more better RoboCop 2.0 .... a RoboCop that is polite and nice and follows protocol to a tee .... and the audience is led to believe that the Man inside RoboCop was no more. Or was it?

RoboCop briefly regains control of his dying human side and walks to an electric transformer near the police precinct, tears it open, grabs the insides of the transformer with his bare robotic cop hands, lets a gajillion megawatts of power surge through his robotic veins .... and BAM .... RoboCop breaks free from his shackles of programming and regains control of his halcyon Human-Self and re-begins his mission to capture the elusive drug-dealing bandit known as Kain.

What a powerful film that RoboCop 2 (or maybe 3) was. Powerful film. I heard the RoboCop statue that will grace Detroit is coming along nicely. Building a monument to RoboCop .... outstanding. That's the smartest thing someone in Detroit has done since the Tigers drafted Jack Morris in 1976.

Ow! Ora Mantane! SUUUUU-PER! OW!
The Cyborgs portion is going on long but there's one more Cyborg I like pretty well and that's Franky from One Piece. He's a shipwright/leader-of-a-street-gang/rock-n-roll-singer/pirate who rules. His Japanese voice actor is soooo good (I can't in good faith say the English voice actor captures the uniqueness of the JPN voice actor in the english dub) ... the JPN voice actor inserts a lot of James Brown "Ows!" into the shtick that just fits so well. Most of what the Japanese voice actor says as Franky is English but like busted-up James-Browned-Up Engrish. Like, I would describe Mr. Kazuki Yao's voice as Franky along the lines of if the Godfather of Soul Mr. James Brown flew to Japan and drank all of the sake wine and then learned some Japanese to impress some Japanese chicks but only a bit of the language .... and it winds up sounding like this:

OOOOW! RITE REFF RITE REFF RITE REFF! PSYCHO!!!


I don't think I'll ever write on the subject of Japan and James Brown in the same breadth ever again so let's jam this in here while we'll charting down this obtuse course:

 YA! OW! SCREAM ABOUT THOSE NOOODLES JAMES!!! Good GOD! OW!


Anyways, in the English version of One Piece, The ENG voice actor plays the role as some drunkard ruffian. It's not even comparable to the original ... not even close. Comparing Franky's JPN voice to Franky's ENG voice is like comparing Sushi to ANUS.

We're charting way off course here in the section but, look, guys look, Franky is not some common thug drunkard bozo ... ok? Franky's voice is what you'd get if the Hardest Working Man in Show Business took a bath in a boiling roiling HOT TUB of MISO Noodle SOUP and soaked in there for a good solid week. How in the name of everything did the ENG voice actor come up with something not-even-remotely in the same ballpark as that awesomery? Who knows.

Let's get back to Cyborgory for a bit .... Franky's a Cyborg that's why he's in this section. He got hit by a train but then painstakingly rebuilt himself from shit lying around the crash scene... which is so badass. Looks-wise he's very reminiscent of Teddy from Mother (for the NES) who is another character I've always found very fascinating as well. 

If your character is like if Teddy from Mother 1 got hit by a train and self-rebuilt himself like MacGyver into Inspector Gadget and is voiced by a guy talking like a heavily sake-soaked James Brown ... you are speaking my language Japan ... you are speakin' my language, baby. Ow!

Man, both RoboCop and Franky fill my heart with a powerful zest for life. Yet, if I had a choice to become a Cyborg and you asked me to choose between being RoboCop or Franky ... I'd choose Franky. Why? Because he still has his dick.

Yes, it is demonstrably proven in One Piece that Franky's genitals are still his human-born dick-and-balls. There's a scene where his street gang steals his speedo and are playing monkey-in-the-middle to keep it from him when the sexy lady Nico Robin takes the opportunity to grab and clutch onto Franky's nards ... of to which Franky cries in terror and his two Square-Afro Groupies/Girlfriends cry along with him. He's got his full on dick .... it's not like a Robot Dick.

If I was to become a Cyborg .... there's only two human pieces I need in tact. My Brain, and my Weiner (oh and my balls of course). Franky is the ideal cyborg as his whole body is SUPER souped-up but he retains the humanity of his brain and his balls and his dick.



Where Am I Going With This?

I don't really know, but you know, sometimes though, like .... I think technology is moving too fast. I know this blog always promotes science, technology, etc .... but there's another side to every coin.

One hundred years ago do you think people were trying to figure out all the different kinds of real and theoretical robots of planet earth? Do you think people were signing petitions to ban killer robots 100 years ago?


Tech experts want to pre-emptively enforce a ban on killer robots hedged on fears that Robo Cops and Metal Gears of the future will go haywire and put the raw death on all our stinky asses? Well Son of Santo Domingo 'aint that some shit?

It's not just robots though ... all of technology is growing at a pace that I don't think humans really have the time to learn, grasp, and come to an understanding of. Is technology evolving at a pace that is outpacing us?

I wrote early on in this blog about the show The Prisoner starring the great Patrick McGoohan. That article explored the theme of Individual vs. Society which was the main focus of the Prisoner but another theme of the show was that technology was out-pacing humans. The end credits showed a wheel become a bicycle and then a bicycle becoming a flying bicycle .... in the old days people thought that was fast pace tech .... The Wheel to Flying Bike. Man, imagine if McGoohan was still alive .... he'd be freakin' out loose! And maybe we all should be?

No one had a name in the Prisoner .... they were all numbers. Number 6 tried and tried and tried to win his humanity back whilst on the Prison Island and in the end many still question if he did. Maybe he should have grasped onto an open electric transformer to win his humanity back .... it worked for RoboCop at least.

Conclusion

I don't know, I see the best of both sides of the coin I think. I still want to be an individual human with a cool zillion-years-of-wicked-evolutionary Brain ... and my weiner too.

But ...

I wouldn't mind having some Cyborg components. Like, shitting for example. That's so stupid and disgusting. Can't like we invent something where the shit tubes in the body output the shit to like a bio-plastic replaceable orb and you can open a component in like your buttock, remove the shit-filled orb, throw it in the toilet bio-degradable orb-and-all ... wouldn't that be so much better than actually shitting? Like I drink coffee often man .... I HATE SHITTING SO MUCH IT'S SO GROSS. Like, the first Cyborg component I'd be looking at if I was a MacGyver type person would be an alternate bowel expulsion method ... I mean .... the current method is honest-to-betsy and heavens-to-murgatroyd DISGUSTING AS HELL.

Spinal cords too ... we need more better cords, baby.

Okay let's Summarize: I want to be an individual person not a cold robotic number - but I want to move my bowels with a bio-orb implant component system and I want a more better souped-up spine cord.

That's what I'm all about.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Gunna Write a Book

I'm gonna semi-retire now from "bloggin". I practiced my writing skills for the last 7 years or more and I think I've improved enough where I can now concentrate on my Manuscript (as such).

It's gonna be a doozy. Like, it's gonna be about 4 people who do a helluva lot of walking ... I mean a lot of walking. Big time. It's going to be about 7000 pages (small text too not big text) .... split into two volumes. These volumes are gonna be heavy like drop it on your foot and you break your foot heavy.

I'm gonna do all the description of stuff in the book in italics and centered ... thus if you want to skip the description parts and just read the main story you can too. Like the format's gonna be:



"Main story, important stuff, doings a transpiring left and right, call-back to something that happened two chapters ago, conflict, macguffin, main story, important stuff etc.


Poetic description of the surroundings, very flowery description of what the room looks like. It'll probably even rhyme too or be in some kinda pentameter (whatever a pentameter is). Beautiful language to describe the person the main character(s) just met .... etc, etc.

Then back to the main story after the descriptive poetic break,  important stuff, doings a transpiring left and right, call-back to something that happened two chapters ago, conflict, macguffin, main story, important stuff etc."

-example



So that way if you don't wanna read all the extra fluff description parts in the 7000+ pages you can get through it more faster if you skip the poetic description parts (which don't alter the main story but just add a descriptive flavor to the whole shebang). The main story is tool-oriented where nothing is mentioned or brought up if it isn't focal to the story .... the italic parts will be like wicked poetry about how people look and stuff. That way you get the best of both worlds. The meticulous and methodical weaving of a well segmented story interceded with italic/centered description which is not central to the story but is extravagantly crafted as if by an expert poet.

I'm not lying that my goal with this thing is a 7000+ (small text) page meandering foot-based journey so it's gonna take up most of my time devoted to writing I think.

The post stats said over the last 7 years I wrote about 35+ essays per year. That's gonna be a lot less now. I'll probably do about like 5 a year. I'm basically retiring from this. It was a great learning experience but as of now my writing tools/skills are probably good enough to like "level up" I guess and attempt a bigger-more challenge.

My book is gonna be good but I don't know how shit gets published and whatnot and it's gonna take a long time so chances are the only person who's ever gonna read it is me ... but whatever. It's my new "writing goal" so to speak and I'm gonna smash it loose as they say.

As for bloggerin', I thought it would be so bad ass to just like delete everything cause like that's so bad ass ... but then I thought some of this shit is actually pretty good. So I'm leaving this archive up .... a "best of D" I guess. It's around 175 essays this archive. The heavier ones are omitted. I'll keep a couple of religious/political/heavy ones up but most of them didn't make the Best Of D.

New essays, barring insanity afoot mind you, will be more uplifting and positive in nature. There's enough angry silliness in the world today as it is.

I don't wanna say bad stuff about religion no more. Everyone believes in something, you know? You got to. I found my personal religion in the form of combining the intriguing world of Baseball Statistics with the Tenets of Buddhism. That's all these things are anyways, these religions, just numerology and mysticism. Baseball stats as Numerology and Buddhist folklore as philosophical Mysticism sits pretty well with me. I'm a Baseball-Buddhist ... and my religion is surely not anymore smarter than any of the other ones so I'm done saying bad stuff about religions.

I also want to apologize to Oprah. I wrote a negative article about her very early on, it was about her and humorist Zach Anner circa 2011 ... back then I was less cooth at writing and I won't include it in this "Best of D" archive. She's a great lady ... and if she's serious about running for the President next time around... I hope she does. She's a great lady and she could even win.

So, yeah, any new entries here are gonna be more positiver and more better. I'm a new D.

I am now D 2.0