When I woke up today I saw that there was a massive blanket of fog surrounding my neighborhood that was incredibly thick, I could hardly see the tree that is just outside of my window. After watching several episodes of Discovery's The Colony and the participants usage of improvised technology to meet the means of energy production such as a tesla coil that ran electricity around the wires of the coil which was re-directed to the colonist's battery bank which gave them almost unlimited amounts of power. That morning I was also very drowsy so I stumbled into the shower with my shirt still on and I realized just how long water sticks onto cloth and other such materials, so I was wondering if it would be possible to craft a machine that, more or less, harvested clouds.

The way I thought of it was a turbine (you have to spend energy to make it right?) that had multiple mesh layers for the fan blades supported by a steel frame that spun around rather quickly and captured all of the moisture of the clouds, or fog more likely, and the mesh wiring would let it flow like a drain pipe into the water holding cell somewhere at the base of the machine. In the center would be a large tesla coil that was connected to electricity carrying outlet or batteries of some sort that could store energy which could then be shipped around the world to be used as car batteries or something to that effect. The water though would act as an internal conductor within the tesla coils cables that would amplify the electric energy to produce maximum amounts of energy. Also the device may or may not be able to extend itself to gain a bit more height.

Personally I think the idea sounds passable but then again I have little to no idea as to what I am talking about aside that I know for a fact that water conducts electricity and clouds are usually full or moisture. But then again how often do you get thick enough fog for "harvesting" any? Meh, it may just find use up in Canada or Russia where it could catch snowflakes in a blizzard, which might work.

Good thing we have Mr. Tesla around, otherwise we would have nothing interesting to name our coils after.

Frayed nerves and broken bones do not a weak man make.

The name can be a little bit deceiving, even for me. But recently from my vacation in France and the return to High School I have noticed how much I dislike "people". Now when I say "people" I do not mean human beings in general nor do I mean a mass of faceless population. What I really mean is that there are those who are very... well, for lack of a better word, boring. I'm guessing at one point or another everybody has seen a huge crowd of people where all of the faces, voices, and personalities seem to just run together, to be very similar to one another. That is until you catch a stray familiar voice tone, or the back of a blonde bush of hair and you somehow immediately recognize them as a "person". Enough back-story time to get what I mean, I see "people" as what was described before, an enormous mob of faces and sounds that all seem to have similarities to the T and it could just be my lack of patience in general but "people" only really have a place in my life for getting in my way. On the road there is always that no-name "people" who drives in the perfect position behind the "people" in front of him in a way so you can almost make that right turn, but you have to wait. A person however is a being, entity or whatever with distinguishable characteristics, whether you have seen them before, are good friends, or just sit at the same table with them in Algebra you could pass by "people" a thousand times and the generic expressions pass you by yet that one person sticks out like a rocket ship in a cornfield. The way I have composed this whole observation of mine is into a list, although I dislike categorizing people in such a way. Person class 1: The most obvious type to pick out, these are your friends, significant others or family member who is literally nigh-impossible to miss. Person class 2: These would be the kind of folks you see daily, or at least on a common basis but are either no longer affiliated with them or never were. Maybe he was your friend from Middle school, or maybe she was that girl who randomly stormed into your Geometry classroom 3rd hour and yelled "Grandma!" then sprinted out into the hallway (real life experience talking there). Person class 3: These would be the repeaters, as I like to say, suppose you go the same way to English class every day and a seemly un-noticeable face passes you by and you think little of it. Yet over the next month you see the same person over and over in the same place every time, that is when I feel that they become a part of you, much like Person classes 1 and 2 but more like an afterthought. I actually find it useful to have a lot of class 3s in my mind, if I see a certain person walking down the hallway I can base my own time and speed off of them based on their position, almost like a living landmark. Person class 0- Well this is a short one, these would be your worst enemies or rivals, enough said. People: Well easy enough right, just the huge blob of faces and flesh bumping into you and being a pain in your rear end. I have way too much time on my hands, or my mind I guess. I should try and pay attention more in U.S. History eh?

Well for once I'm going to try to be a bit serious with a post *gasps* and chat about my previous, and first relationship. First of all I hardly know what got her attracted to me since we met in the first semester of Spanish 1 class where I scarcely said anything despite the fact that I sat by all Freshmen and could have gotten some sick enjoyment of making worry about their first year, from personal experience of course. Anywho I hardly even acknowledged her existence, she was a "people" person (explained on a different post) yet once the class switched seats she began actually responding to my blurbs. I have a nasty habit of sometimes blurting out my opinion on objects or some other rot like that and people tend to have few responses. So she kind of defied that norm I had set for myself. We grew into acquaintances after that, it took me awhile to learn her name, Elizabeth, and even longer for her last name, Sabrava. Eventually she began waiting the main foyer where my friend and I walked through every day on our way to the locker area where we would meet up with a few others. Strange part was she didn't really say a whole lot as she sat there, and I barely paid attention to her. But just wait for a second there because a common theme in our relationship was the whole "ignore" thing. I have heard theories that when girls are ignored they try even harder to get noticed when being ignored should send a little pulse to the brain telling it to back away, or does it? Heh I have no idea. Back on track just around springtime she cleverly hide a message asking me to the spring dance inside of a book filled with common pet peeves, which was quite an interesting read by the way, I excepted it of course and I went to my first ever school dance (huzzah) we also headed there with my friend Alec, or as some kind to call him, my genetic, mental, physical, emotional twin. Alec also was with one of Liz's friends (her name escapes me as of now, but for a while I called her "Pantsless girl" because of the pantsless dress she wore to the dance.) Long story short I found that dances were packed, hot, and apparently no hats were allowed, not matter how awesome they were. Beyond that our relationship progressed smoothly aside from the occasion blurb of my confusing philosophies that were often met with confused responses or blank spaces of dialogue. A beam of hope came through when she expressed that she was an avid lover of video games, as I am. However I found that she was overestimating herself as she was unskillful in most of said games. But we also frequently went to the mall or the movies or someplace else where random things were conducted, mostly in the company of some of our other friends. So from there I found the more emotional side to her and the fact that she had been with over half a dozen other boys and a girl (which I had no problem with) in the last year and I was the only one that really fit her needs. This put me in a bit of an awkward position, I was too caring to really say anything at the moment yet the tide of feeling thrust at me from her year of relationships caught me off guard. This was things started getting crazy... She was everywhere, I mean everywhere. From the beginning of the school day to the full moon at night she was either on the phone with me, following me around or telling all of my friends (who generally disliked her) about her love for me. This continued for a bit until I finally said that she needed to calm down a bit and ease up from the full-throttle relationship scheme and she did, for all of four hours. Then she began to test my slimed patience again as she constantly called and hounded me to talk to her even on the weekends, my most sacred time, as it was the time that my friends and I got together and frolicked about like the freaks we were/are. That was where it finally broke though, first of all she had been going places with her effeminate ex-boyfriend for a while as well as hitting on another guy in her swimming class. So eventually we ended up on the phone and when I simply stated that I did not want to go to Holister and try on skinny jeans she asked if there was anything I wanted to say but didn't and well, all in all we broke up. Truthfully I felt a bit relieved. Now comes the odd part, I'm not sure if it was I who was at fault with my strange indifference toward relationships and inability to supply her with the constant attention she wants... or was she the one at fault with her over obsession with me and everything about me. Oh and I heard she made her facebook page into a shrine in my honour, sure it was flattering at first until everybody in the school knew about it. OH and one VERY important detail, I was a sophomore (high school) she was a freshmen.

Yeah I'm kind of in a suckish mood right about now so I'm just going to assault the readers (or lack thereof) with a whole bunch of useless facts. 1: Chevrolet tried marketing a Chevrolet Nova in Spanish-speaking countries- it didn't sell well because "no va" means "Doesn't go" in Spanish.

2: Napoleon Bonaparte, you know, that feared ruler of France who almost conquered Europe, was afraid of cats.

3: Adolf Hitler's favorite movie was King Kong.

4: In Kentucky, it is illegal to carry ice cream in your back pocket. Darn it looks like I should turn myself in eh?

5: In Jasmine Saskatchewan, it is illegal for a cow to moo within three hundred kilometers of a private home. (Cow Court?)

6: In Texas, it is illegal to put graffiti on someone else's cow.

7: It is against the law to stare at the mayor of Paris.

8: In Singapore, it is against the law to urinate in an elevator. Does that mean it is legal elsewhere?

9: In California, it is illegal to eat oranges while bathing.... why?

10: In Indiana, it is illegal to ride public transportation for at least thirty minutes after eating Garlic. Since when did Garlic sensors exist?

11: One of the first lightbulbs was a thread of sheep's wool coated with carbon.

12:it would take you eight years, seven months, and six days to produce enough energy to heat a cup of coffee. Sound energy... SOUNDS renewable to me. Pun very intended.

13: If we had the same mortality rate as in the 1900s more than half of the people alive today would be dead.

14: Saying, "I'll be there in a Jiffy!" really means, "I will be there in one one-hundredth of a second!"

15: A leech has thirty-two brains. Why are they so dim then?

16: Grasshoppers have white blood.

17: Frogs move faster than toads.

18: Toads do not have teeth, frogs do. Yeah I knew that one... freaking frog, I just wanted to hold it.

19: Deer enjoy eating marijuana.

20: Jaguars are scared of dogs.

Well thats it for the first round of Useless Information from Beyond the Mind and I'll post more when I feelup to it again.

Frayed nerves and broken bones do not a weak man make.

Hopefully once I can get to reviewing games, Bioshock will get a good chunk of attention, and rightfully so, Bioshock is only the greatest shooter I have ever played in my entire life. But that is another story, this blurb of words and text containt the science behind the underwater city of Rapture and possible historic connections that only ridiculous people such as my friends and I can thrive on. First of all, Rapture is a city correct? And the pressure is so intense at the bottom of the sea normal workers would be completely unable to survive (as well as for various other reasons) .So how did the city become built, let alone the astounding fact that it remained completely secret to the entire outside world? A possible theory my friends and I have developed was that the city was built using various different countries raw materials, and thanks to Ryan Industries billions of dollars, worldwide trade was simple and he also may have been inconspicuous in the construction of Rapture in Greenland or Iceland yet getting a city to the bottom of the ocean is totally impossible right? Maybe, or maybe not, a possible way we figured that Rapture could get to the bottom of the sea is via a collapsible barge-like structure in which the city was constructed on, it was then sunk and the barge "folded" into energy-harvesting ports as well as clamping the city down in it's place so it doesn't fidget about. People who have played Red Alert 3 can see the effects of size compacted structures in the hands of the Japanese Empire in the form of Nanocores but, without the nanotech of course. Big Daddys may have also played a role in the construction of Rapture, an important question to be answered in Bioshock 2 is "who is the first Big Daddy?" and the answer could disarm of help confirm their usage before the "sinking" of rapture. A fact though is that Big Daddys did work on the maintaining of the city, as one can be seen welding a tunnel crack as you ride the bathosphere. But maybe my friends and I are just reading too much into the glory of Rapture, or maybe we have not read into it enough to really see the secrets under the water. Pun very intended. Oh and on some wonky points my friend and I believe that Andrew Ryan used Target Dummy while he made his grand escape into a mechanical whale that rules Rapture from a distance, also we had intended Peach Wilkins to live in a bionic squid but after we found out what a huge pain he was on the hardest difficulty we descided he might as well be eaten by land sharks for all we cared. Yet for all we know Rapture could exist, after all the company that made Charles Lindberg's plane, the Spirit of St. Louis was called RYAN Airlines as well as the Ryan Areonautical Company, headed by the same person apparently that constructed the first air mail plane and other commercial aircraft, seems like a pretty billion-dollar business hmm?

While I have not seen 9 yet, the Tim Burton film about nine ragdolls who were given life by a scientist just before the Earth went in the trashbin of doom. However, I plan on seeing it and writing an detailed review of it for my school newspaper, the Stargazer. (Illinois anyone?) However District 9 was something that I saw, no not saw, more like... experienced about a week and a half ago and I was captivated and somewhat sickened with a bit of righteous fire thrown in. The film truly placed you into a believable world where an advanced otherworldly species was "re-located" to an area in South Africa called District 9 but of course an impoverished settlement of sheet metal and landfills were not the only sneaky things rearing its ugly head. This movie does very well in translating predicitable human ambitions such as weapon development and scientific experiments and genetic splicing, all conveniently leaving the public of the world in the dark while slowly pressing the creatures, called Prawns in the film, into a form of organic resources to use in whatever way they please. Of course this is merely my thoughts on the treatment of the Prawns yet the cup labeled "Human Kindness" is quite empty for most of the movie. If I was in charge of human hospitality I would think twice about sending them to a garbage infested hovel. Maybe it would be just me, but when a physically and technologically advanced race in a ship the size of a city comes barreling down from space and it only has SLAVES in it might give me some bloody premonitions resembling the ship of "Independence Day" only about 100 more of them. As much as I would love to explore the plot of this movie like a damp cave the fact that most of the two (or so) hours consist of major strides of events that all cause and effect into each other. This being said I can just say one thing really, every human being who met a bloody, unhappy end deserved it fully. I give District 9 a hearty two thumbs up and recommend people everywhere to go and see it before it leaves theaters. Just so long as you can withstand gore and lots of language as course as old sandpaper. I can almost say for certain that Peter Jackson will have a Golden Globe on his nightstand soon enough.

Huzzah! This is my first blog post on Gamespot and I might as well start off on the subject of one of my new favorite games, Command on Conquer Red Alert 3. The RTS genre has always presented itself to me as a PC disc that expanded strategies to the endless reaches of imagination (which is pretty deep) but now I have become quite excited and pleased with the new (for me at least) console RTS games. As mentioned above Command and Conquer Red Alert 3 has made quite an extreme grab for my top ten favorite games, currently it rests somewhere around 9-10. But enough about me, the game is what is truly important here. Command on Conquer Red Alert 3 has a unique blend of epic music, battles, and characters such as the awe-inspiring Shogun Executioner, the siege of Moscow, and the Soviet March main theme song. However this game also sports a wonderful form of... silliness, for lack of a better word. Sure, sure, a 10 story tall robot with three lightsabers is fine and dandy but I always find it priceless when a Soviet Infantry unit proclaims "They have guns too?!" or "Just like training video!" just before he is blown to smitheroons by an Wave Force turret. Also the live-action cutscenes are very well done, as if it was intended to be a movie from the start, however I have doubts about the chance that even Lucasarts would consider a Command and Conquer movie (despite their ability to gain momentum off of the awesome District 9) and George Takai might not be all too thrilled about being killed at the hands of the allies. Or was he?! Something that Halo Wars, another console RTS lacked was alternate campaigns and faction viewpoints, then again it is not a stand-alone game, meaning that most information would have to be canon. However Command on Conquer Red Alert 3 boasts all three factions (Allies, Soviets, Empire of the Rising Sun) in their glory as they rise to conquer the world. This allows many "what ifs?" from people like me to be answered and gives you the ability to beat the stuffing out of every other faction at one point or another. And as difficult it was for me to deal with the wretched allies pressing attack dogs to the frontlines (I often panned away from the battle as I saw one coming) I found major flaws in their tactics and can obliterate them before they can do too much harm. This was a bit of a contrast from some of the most well-known PC RTS games, namely the Craft series. From Terran to Night Elf you were mostly fighting one faction with the stray level of odd enemies but because of the varying difficulties tactics were often difficult to descern from pressed-scripted actions taken to disturb and bother you. All in all I do believe this is a... sufficent first blog post here, and a bit of insight to my other coming posts! Some flavorful quotes: Soviet Conscript-entering a building: Good, let's take a break. Allied Spy: I'm not a big fan of bears you know... Soviet Sickle: Good, we lots of ammo! Allied Peacekeeper: What happened to the peace!? Imperial Warrior: I heard the Emperor's geisha might come out for a dip in the water! He he... Soviet Kirov Airship: *BOOM* hahaha was that your house? Imperial Engineer: A most brilliant plan, if I do say so.