Of Literary Creativity and Restraint

So, there are two topics I wish to discus, and these words may very well not apply to everyone, though there is something to learn for everyone in almost everything, but I digress.
Two related thoughts occurred today to me shortly after watching a screen adaptation of Agatha Christie’s Lord Edgware Dies.

The movie was very well done, and as far as intrigue goes, it was, I believe, among the top of it’s class. For one thing, the plot didn’t leave the gaping holes in it that are so common among mystery and murder entertainment. For instance, I have been watching a show called Castle recently and I have found an average of a plot problem an episode from such things as introducing a charater or action and aparent failure to figure this action into the end result. This happens when in the course of trying to make the plot twist, you direct the plot away from a charactor, but neglect to explain his incriminating actions. I do enjoy the cerebral exercise, though I have no appreciation for the language and sexual references that pervade it’s plots. I would not recommend it to anyone younger than 18.

Castle TV Show

And that’s when the idea came to me that movies like castle, and many of the murder movies I grew up on are at least partialy responsible for the increase in murders. For instance, how do I know that fingerprints are used as incriminating evidence in a murder, that forensics can place a person at the scene of a crime by observation of such small details as gun powder on my hands or clothes? I saw it in the movies.

There have been copy cat murders for many years, but there are many other murders not labeled as copy cats that were conceived on the ideas of telvision script writers. It doesn’t matter to the person who died that their murderer was caught, only that they are dead because the person who killed them watched a lot of movies and used that knowledge to embolden them to do the deed.*

The blame falls mostly to entertainment. The thoughts that entertain us are also entertained by us. As long as we are never in a situation to use those thoughts, we’ll be fine, but if the situation were to be dire enough…

It’s a four way fault between entertainment, the news media (which for hundreds of years has been a source of entertainment similar to reality television.), a lack of real punishment for crimes, and the sinfulness of mankind.

Now to the reason I brought up Agatha Christie.

Poirot Lord Edgware Dies

I realized after I watched it that there was absolutely nothing in the story that could be used in a modern murder. I’m sure when it was written it had potential for disaster, but if writers were to see the problems they may be causing by popularizing usable murder methods, and set their stories in a way that everyone who reads it know’s that reproduction of these methods would result in falure, then the world would be a little safer place. There’s no way to cap the news media though. They’re like a fountain of ideas. None of them original to be sure, but dangerous none the less.

~Dan Delyon, Author in waiting.

And guess what! That was only the part on Restraint. Of Literary Creativity is the topic of tomorrows post. I do hope you’ll join me at 1PM for the exciting conclusion to this discussion. By the by, this is intended to be a discussion. If you have something you’d like to add or argue, feel free to do so below in the comments.
*I originally typed out “…inspired them to do the dead.” and I was tempted to leave it that way since it was applicable, but I decided in favor of readability.

“Aim low and don’t settle for anything less.” ~Dan Delyon

“I have mused over many theological and philosophical questions in my life, but the most important one by far is…Is Elvis dead, alive, or at Wal-mart? There are no other plausible options.” ~Dan Delyon

“My best ideas come from thinking inside a box. You have to block out all distractions if you want to come up with good ideas.”  ~Dan Delyon

“The answer is useless without the question.” ~ Dan Delyon

“Power in the hands of short sighted men and women is the cause of most of the worlds bubbles.” ~Dan Delyon (On the cause of the housing market crash.)

“Why must the good ones always gather moss?” ~Dan Delyon

Contrast

This is the second installment of my series of short stories. Not to be confused with a short story series. It was originally named “He” but the title changed with the modifications I put to the story. It’s the same as it was, only different.

He wished he could stay outside forever right now. The air smelled good, and felt good in his lungs. The sun washed out the scenery around him making the world look sort of ethereal.

When he thought about it, how could something as wonderful as the sun not have that effect on everything around it?

He wished he could just sit and watch the people going by with their ordinary lives all abuzz as always.

So much good in life. Such extraordinary things tucked inside the package of routine life.

Well, so much for life. He had to go to work.

Fifteen minutes later he opened a large wood framed glass door, nodded at Mrs. Valentine the the receptionist, then went through the door marked, “Dr. McManus”. Once inside, he pressed the intercom button, spoke his name, pressed his heel against the part of the floor that recognized the chip, and entered his lab. It was no ordinary lab as it was clean, neat, and devoid of everything but papers and a giant wall monitor.

The wall before him stood just the way he left it except he had 200 more emails than when he left twelve hours ago. He barely had a chance to sleep at all after he finally got work off his mind. He always left a clean screen but it always filled up. Four foot square of a solid pixelated work.

Now he was back in body and mind. All the thoughts flooded to him reminding him why he was here. Why he would sacrifice 12 hours a day five days a week for an indeterminable amount of time.

He was a genius.

There were no spaces between cases. Killers killed for sport. Terrorists killed for their eternal reward…which couldn’t come soon enough for him. He could make the connections that no computer could. He understood human motivations. No program could be designed to calibrate for the complexities of the human mind, or the depravity it can fall into if one stops resisting evil.

FBI and CIA outsourced their toughest cases to him and three others, but very few people ever knew about this program.

Money couldn’t pay him enough. The best payment was when he saw a man walk by him smiling as he talks to his wife, or the woman who desperately tries to keep her five children from randomly filling the shopping carriage while at the corner grocer. How many people could keep killers inline and prevent murders, bombings, and even wars that the ordinary people would never know about? He had been given an extraordinary gift.

Every ordinary day was a good day.

Don’t compromise your email address!

Chain mail is designed to be passed on…but Don’t!

computer full of spam.

It opens you and others up for spam and virus attacks. How? did you ever notice that the message you just received has between 20 and 2,000 email addresses before you even got to the message? This is because email is designed to be convenient…not safe. All you have to do to save yourself from becoming a target for spam and viruses is to send mail only to people you know or trust, or just to one person at a time… and don’t ever forward something that induces the next person to send the email on. If you simply MUST send on that chain letter, copy just the message and paste it by itself into a new message. That way, if it falls into enemy hands, you’ve not handed over other peoples email addresses…just your own. I’d recommend posting a note in bold at the top of the email that says something to the effect of:

If you decide to forward this message, please copy the body of the email leaving out email addresses before you do. This will help to prevent spamming. Then copy and paste this note so that others will know to do the same.”

Message in a Bottle

During my thinking time*, I struck upon this idea. What if I could send a one line message back to myself at any point in time. What exactly would it say? What would I change?

I’m not going to lie to you and say that I wouldn’t change a thing. I’ve got a few regrets.

It took me half a second to meander to the one choice that I felt was the most pivotal in the insanity that has plagued my adult life. Now, I can’t really send a message back to myself, but for a few minutes, I pretended that the option really existed. I ran the tape of my recent history back and found the point of most effect and in my mind, I delivered my letter to myself.

Now, I can only assume that I would take advice from myself, but let me amend that. I usually calculate in rough probabilities, not ones and zeros, so I see myself at that point in my life as 80% likely to take my own advice.  (Higher now than before.)

So, I ran the tape forward through about ten scenarious that would be the likely outcome. In five of them, I never took up writing, in two of them, I just lived a boring life…but I wasn’t driven insane! That has to count for something right?

Not really.

I took those ten scenarious apart for the next ten minutes, breaking them down, looking at the effects on other people, what might…and probably would happen. How would I have handled this without that happening to me first? What would have become of so and so?

Of the scenarios that came of my message, the few hundred I came up with were overwhelmingly bad with a tendency toward worse. There were three scenarios that had a better outcome for myself  and others , but they depended on people making highly unlikely choices. That’s why there were only three of them.

Who knows? I may have made some highly unlikely choices in my real life. I haven’t been analyzing my decision making process as I go. I don’t have that kind of processing power. It takes a lot to make what I think are good decisions without trying to figure out what decision making process I was using…

Long story short, I’m glad I’m not God. He has so many tough choices to make, and even has to let us make our own choices because He has made the tough choice to do just that. (Calvinists will have to humor me.)

Maybe I should stop pitying myself and start pitying people who have made far worse choices than mine or just didn’t get much to begin with. I’d almost be tempted to pity God, but I don’t think He needs it. He can handle Himself and everything else, and He’s the only one who can/could/will be able to.

* Yes, I have a thinking time. You should too.

Behind the Wall of Fire

Once upon a time there was a peaceful land. It was a prosperous land full of many people that lived for the most part in tranquility and harmony.

But as almost all stories worth telling happen, the peace was shattered one afternoon when the dreadful evil came upon the land and shattered the productivity of the land of Netts.

Now, it wasn’t peaceful in all of Netts. The kingdom was divided into two regions that were not ruled by the same sort of people at all. On the outskirts of the island lay the region known as Outer Netts. In it lay many sprawling cities and slums of all sorts imaginable. The vilest people inhabited it.

Between the two regions was a wall made of pure fire. It burned night and day and kept the inhabitants of Inner Netts safe from the outside influences of corruption.

This is the story of how a simple trick defeated the wall.

Wall of fire

The guard of one of the three gates (the gate named “peace” ironically) saw in the distance a horse made of bronze. It was being pulled by a team of four white horses. The bronze horse was mounted on wheels and had all sorts of gifts in a golden bowl on its back. In the basket (made of solid gold mind you) mounted upon its back there were beautiful paintings, musical instruments that had been charmed into playing themselves, and various wondrous things.

The guard let the horses bring the gift inside the gate. He suspected foul intent, but saw no harm in letting the contraption through the gate.

Once he did though, he noticed that the gate seemed to have a mind of its own.

He heard a sound that sounded like chanting coming from inside the horse, but could barely make it out for the incessant sound of the magical instruments playing their happy little ditties. It was at this point that the gate swung wide open and a might army of Wallrusses rushed in.

Now, let me explain, the Outer Nett was filled with a people who were called the Russes. The ones who lived nearest the wall and had been trying for generations to break through the fire wall and take over the Inner Netts, were known as Wallrusses.

The guard, realizing that the horse knew one of the Ten Hexes and was using it to control the gate, slammed his spear into the side of the horse hoping to destroy it, but he was unsuccessful and was attacked by three of the midget Russes that flooded in at the speed of electricity.

At the core of the realm, there stood a proud city. The Central Processor ruled over it with much wisdom and foreknowledge…but not all.

At his beck and call were many brave knights. Two of them stood out from among the rest. Sir Mac Afee and Lord Norton. The former was a broad shouldered brute of a man, but a good man. He would fight with more tenacity than any other warrior in the kingdom. The latter, Lord Norton, was a smart man and a scientist. He was not known for his courage, as a matter of fact, he had been known to run away from fights before, but through his superior knowledge of his surroundings and his use of chemistry, he had still won against those opponents. Now few would oppose him.

Once word reached the castle of the failure of the firewall, two armies were dispatched under the commands of sir Mac Afee and Lord Norton.

Sir Mac Afee and his horsemen arrived first and smashed into the wall of Russes headlong. For a short time it seemed as if Sir Mac Afee and his horsemen would win, but it wasn’t too long until the horde adapted to this kind of assault and started to slaughter the horsemen. With no recourse, Sir Mac Afee retreated to regroup. Immediately, Lord Norton came over the hill with a giant force of diverse soldiers. He and ten others rode elephants, and they pulled catapults and ballista’s and many other heavy weapons. When they arrived, Mac Afee and his men that were left rallied and lead the charge into the enemy flood. The heavy weapons did their work well, and soon, the Central Processing army had reached the gate and pushed back the enemy forces. They couldn’t get the gate to shut though. The Hex was keeping the gate open, and another Hex was keeping the bronze horse from being destroyed. Lord Norton, even though he knew one of the Ten Hexes was unable to overpower the Bronze horses defenses or let the gate shut, and if there had been no other help, the story would have ended badly. As it is, the CP forces were forced into full retreat.

Back at the castle, there was a little known knight named Aevy Gee who had put forth a proposal to the king. Though the king was reluctant, he decided to implement the plan as a backup.

Sire Aevy Gee raced north to the desert to find the rumored wizard who lived there. He was known as a trouble shooting wizard to some, even though few really understood the significance of the title as he lived in absolute isolation. Rumor had it that he had breath that could kill, and that the isolation wasn’t by his choice.

When Sir Aevy Gee finally found him, he was in a horrible mood and threatened to blow him away, but Sir Avey Gee threw the letter from the king at the wizard and acted just as gruff as the grumpy old hermit. At this, the wizard softened a little. The hermit read the letter and decided to help the young knight to make his way in the world. After all, this is what the trouble shooting wizard most hoped that he could have done, so he might as well help someone else achieve the same goal.

The wizard blew into a glass, capped it with a glass lid and handed it to the young knight explaining that this was to destroy the bronze horse. Of course, there was no way for the wizard to know there would be a bronze horse, and this astounded the knight who had known about the horse, but not mentioned it.

The wizard instructed the knight to throw the glass at the horse at exactly noon of the following day.

This meant that Sir Aevy Gee would have to hurry. The knight said his thanks and then rode with great haste to the gate.

A few miles out, he passed the remainder of the joint army and charged headlong into the sea of enemy foot soldiers.

They struck out with their swords, axes and clubs trying to kill him and his horse, but they couldn’t get through the Hex he was using as a shield.

His horse stumbled on several of the enemy soldiers and tossed him to the ground where he rolled for 6 feet before he stopped. In the confusion, he was allowed to rise to his feet before he was attacked. A knee sized Wall Russ swung his axe, but was stopped mid swing by sir Aevy’s sword. With little effort, Sir Aevy dispatched him and the next few. After a moment, the Russes decided to rush him as one and just before they reached him, he muttered the number one Hex.

Round about him, everything living exploded for a quarter mile sending the enemy flying in all directions.

He collapsed to his knees thoroughly winded.

After a minute, he gathered himself and summoned the strength to go on. He made it within 100 feet of the horse before the Wall Russes attacked him again, banking upon the notion that he wouldn’t be able to do that again.

They were right, but it didn’t matter. At 50 feet, and precisely noon, he tossed the glass container at the horse.

To his amazement, it grew to twice the size of the horse and swallowed it.

As soon as the jar labeled “Quarantine” cut off the horse from the gate, the gate slammed shut with a sound that could be heard as far away as Central City.

The Russes, caught in hostile territory fought like caged animals.

Sir Aevy Gee sent a pulse to Lord Norton using the Hex code and fought bravely until sunset when the cavalry arrived followed by the heavy weaponry. They made short work of the remaining soldiers.

The next day, the field was clear of the dead bodies. They had faded into the night from which they came.

She

He sat on a small stool in front of a convenience store picking at his guitar, lost to the world. He was unaware of the eyes that lay on him watching his every movement with pure rapture, wondering if she could ever capture such feeling with sound.

It was to her as if every string he picked were the only one that could have ever been chosen.

The colors that drifted to her on the wind of song were more beautiful than a field full of wildflowers on a bright summer morning. It was then that she discovered the melody that ran through her life.

He sat on the side of the road watching traffic flow endlessly by. He had finished his gig in this city. He felt about the same as he had when he had first gotten here.

Not much had changed. His performance this afternoon had done little more than earn him a ticket to the next town along the way.

He would never know how much he had changed that day.

She looked back some 20 years to the day that music held her hand on the day that her hand would have ended her life.

Now it held her hand as her life’s piece came to an end and a new piece started. She had battled cancer for 4 years and it was time for her to join the music she could hear coming from just off this earths stage.

Gah!

Hail the master minded miser!

Shower the lofty with your praise!

Flood the mendicant with snearing pity!

And leave the troubled widows dazed.

For isn’t the earth yours to inherit?

Or is it the wind, your just reward?

Who with the ebb of constant dripping

Have brought down judgments fatal sword.

Freely e-File State Taxes!

Turbo tax is one of the easiest products to use, but because they don’t expect to make much money by doing things for free, they’re decided to hide the best option where it’s harder to get to. Here’s the deal

  1. The Free Edition is free only for the federal return. If you need to file for state, you’ll pay $30 per state. *
  2. The Freedom Edition is free federal, and most states are free as well. The few states that aren’t on the free efile program are still much cheaper. The only catch is, you can’t use the freedom edition unless you made $31,000 or less last year, or are active military, or qualify for the EIC. Of course, that leaves a good slice of the country free to use their freedom.

*If you have already filed for the federal, and want to file for the state, you’ll have to sign up for the freedom edition with a different email address and provide all the info all over again, but the cost difference between 0 and $30 justifies the extra effort in my mind. Just do yourself a favor, don’t skip all around. It confuses the poor program. The temptation is to skip right to the state return part, but it pulls the information you put in the federal part to fill in the state part. The program is very particular about that too. It took me an extra 15 minutes to get green lights because I did it out of order and it didn’t like me too much…but I’m used to that from computers.