Tuesday, 31 January 2012

A Conspiracy in Greenland

It's a conspiracy! A conspiracy, I tell you! And it's real. Not one of those conspiracies where people say that the 9/11 attacks were planned or anything, nor one where they all say that David Cameron's bald. And I discovered it today.
   Okay, here's the thing: The Greenland ice cap isn't real. (Shh! The blacksuits will get me with their black helicopters!)
   "Where's your proof?" you ask. Funny, that. That's what the police asked me when I told them. But back to the point. I don't need to present any. If I did, it would be deleted by the conspirators. You should know that. Suckers.
   So I don't present to you any proof of this blatantly obvious fact as I a) need none and b) it would be deleted by the US Government. Well, it's obvious, isn't it? The US are the creators of the Fake Greenland Ice Cap. Duh. Who else would do a silly thing like that? Plus, they want to wipe out all conspiracy theorists with their SOPA and PIPA thingies. So it's obviously the US Government behind all of this.
   
   Even if you deny it, you all know it's true. Images such as the one on the left obviously show the world's largest island with a very large plastic sheet covering most of the land mass. What does it cover, though? I'll tell you. The Greenland Pyramids. Yeah, you know I'm right. The Greenland Pyramids. Inside the biggest of the two hundred and eighteen pyramids is the labyrinth described by the Theseus and the Minotaur myth. It's obviously the home of not the Minotaur but the beast that inspired the Easter Bunny (watch out, it's coming for you...). Proof? I don't need any. It's right there. Just go and take a look. It's a big plastic sheet, I tell you. Just believe me. If you don't, go and look. You'll see that I'm right. Admittedly, the plastic sheet may be covered in many layers of confetti with a very low melting point that behaves like water, but it isn't. I know it isn't. Because it isn't.
   Before SOPA tries to silence me, spread the word! Tell your friends. The Easter Bunny is living in a maze in a pyramid under a plastic sheet under snow-like confetti in Greenland that's being placed there by the US Government. If you're from Greenland and think I'm wrong, think again. You've all been brainwashed.
   Barack Obama, you've been rumbled! George W. Bush may have begun this madness, but you're in charge now. So remove the sheet and let loose the Easter Buuny. Or he'll get you at Easter.
   Remember this message. Your lives may depend upon it.

A Challenge to You!

This year I am going to challenge myself to NaNoWriMo again, this time typing up my work online. I shall tell you this: There is going to be a place called 'Halloween Academy' and there are going to be a lot of students. I shall start by giving some information on my main character.

Name: Lullaby Scull
Age: 15
Personality: A hard-working, cheerful student who aims to be the best and is willing to do whatever it takes to get the job she wants. She is respectful of most people and is annoyed by lazy or arrogant people.
Appearance: (See picture)

Species: Human
Future Career: A Reaper

Now here's the challenge. Create a character of your own for the school. It can be any species of any mythological creation (except aliens; try something different). Here's another challenge: Don't make them human. The characters you create shall be used in the story at some point and may even become main characters!
   Post a comment or bug the Professor for more information and I will try to answer as soon as I can. Most important of all: Have fun!

Signing off!
Rinrei

Thursday, 26 January 2012

Rinrei's Rants - No. 5 - WHY!?

Recently, it seems that this blog takes pleasure in deleting anything I post. My only question is 'WHY!?'. I have struggled to look for things in my ordinary life (as ordinary as life can get) to post something of mild interest to the public, only to return a few hours later and realise it is gone. WHY WORLD WHY!? I know I've been arguing with God a lot but WHY!?
   If my internet keeps doing what it is, then you might never see any posts from me again, because life is a joke and won't let me do my work. Someone is going to die and I don't know who it is but I suggest you run, run and hide you stupid worm. Away from this place before I find you and rip you into pieces. I will shove my hand down your throat and rip out your vocal cords (sorry, but I love that sentence and I shall keep it forever, Editor). 
   Somehow, I will burn down the internet and whoever is destroying my work. Killing it all with fire!!!


Signing off!
Rinrei

Shoes and Ducks

Hello! I'm back! Did you miss me? Don't answer that question, I know you didn't. What an interesting few days I've had. You would think that days spent going on strike would be lazy, BUT THEY'RE NOT! I have gone to revision classes, leveled up by two levels in Rusty Hearts, scanned in a page of 'Future Talk' and murdered a shoe.
   I will talk about the shoe here. In one of my classes, there was a fire alarm that went off while I was in the middle of work. And by work, I mean me messing about on the computer. So naturally, we followed the procedure of wandering into a giant field filled with killer fog. (It's a killer because it eats buses and people when we are not looking. How else does the human population stay down?) This field was wet and muddy, so it was expected that something would happen to people's shoes. It just happened to be mine.
   At the end of class, I walked up to the front of the class to return my laptop when I noticed something iffy with my shoe. I looked down to realize that half of it was torn off (I'm telling you, the killer fog got me!).
   I went up to the teacher with a rather blank face and asked for staples for my shoe.
   Knowing that I was going to staple it right through some seriously good leather, he decided to use superglue instead. He also knew that I did not have the patience to press down on the shoe for very long and I would probably go to the blow torch to speed things up. (We do actually have one in the department to bend metal.) So it was that he told me that, to hold the shoe in place, he would stick my shoe in a vice for ten minutes.
   This normally would be just fine, except that the colour of my socks was the complete opposite of my shoe colour. Plus, there were people in my class.
   I just whistled and took a seat in the front of my class and put my feet on the table, talking to these people. Heck, I found their odd looks funny and I would give them vague answers to their questions about my missing shoe. (Naturally, this led to one question being answered but left many more to breed. Yes, questions breed.)
   Eventually, after ten minutes, I went to collect my shoe and then my lunch before going upstairs and spreading the word to my friends.
   Also, why were people quacking in the corridor? What's up with ducks? They realise that some people with a lower IQ than most will think they are ducks in disguise and start tossing bread at them. Better yet, bored people (like me) will take out a rifle and start shooting them saying:
   "IT'S DUCK SEASON!!!" Before hunting them throughout the school separating the smart and the dead. Run, duckies, run! I've been given a gun!

Signing off!
Rinrei

Undisproving the Infinite Universe Theory

Dearest Pixies,

The points you make are very silly. Finally, if the universe was infinite, there would not have to be a place where the universe didn't exist. That is only one possibility. That would be like skipping the number '4' in an infinite string of numbers (1,2,3,5,6...). Anyway, even if there was a spot where the universe did not exist, why would it not work? It would be like a bubble of nothing, I suppose. The universe could still extend infinitely around it.

Thirdly, the Big Bang is seen as the creation of the universe. In an infinite universe, that wouldn't make sense. Perhaps the Big Bang simply created all matter and all energy. An infinite amount.

Thirdly, the work people have done to show the universe is expanding has not been by measuring a boundary; that would be nigh impossible. What they have done is show that things (galaxies and stuff) are moving further and further apart, which is pretty siolid proof that the universe is expanding. But things could still move apart in an infinite universe, no?

As a second note, I would like to say I do not believe the infinite universe theory. But I would really like to.

Proving Pixies wrong didn't require as much space as I would have liked. So, to make the post look longer, here is an amusing picture.

Look into my... teeth?
 

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Disproving The Infinite Universe Theory

Some of you may be aware that the universe exists. That's interesting. It disproves that it doesn't exist, and shows that you have powers of observation that extend past those of Scooby Doo's gang. However, the fact that the universe does indeed exist has already been proven. I think. Has it?
   Anyway, for the purpose of this post, assume that the universe exists. Some people, who like the idea that everything goes on and on for ever and ever, also think the universe to be infinite. I am posting now to say that I have proof to say that they are wrong. However, before that exciting conclusion, I feel the need to explain the complications of the Infinite Universe Theory.
   More a pyschological than scientific argument, the Infinite Universe Theory is a wonderful thing: If something can be imagined to happen, it will be happening somewhere in the universe. Therefore, if you can imagine a cow that's red and has pink hippos for feet, all eight of which have steaks driven through their hearts (and yes, Editor, that's the right kind of steak), there will be one around somewhere. Not necessarily anywhere nearby, but it shall be around somewhere. This has some interesting complications. If the universe is infinite, then that would mean that everything physically possible and/or imaginable would happen, all the time. Yet by definition there are one or two things that just can't happen. One of these is simply not existing. In an infinite universe, surely at one point there would be a place where the universe did not exist? Of course, by definition this is impossible. You can't have something not existing as one of the possibilities in said thing. That would just be plain wrong.
   It is, for this reason, that we can already assume that the Infinite Universe Theory has some problems with it, and they don't all originate from Old Farmer John's tractor's cat's second cousin's toy frog, as it would appear. Of course, the next step from finding something wrong with something is to try and dismember it completely. And that is what I shall now do.

The universe began with the event collectively refered to as 'The Big Bang', correct? When this happened, something infinitesmally small expanded and sort of exploded, making the universe what it is today, right? (Clue: The answer is 'correct'.) This isn't necessary to the post, it's just background info.
   Well, recent research by astronomers has found that the universe is expanding constantly. Therefore, it cannot be infinite. If it were infinite then we couldn't measure a boundary moving, as it would have no boundary, would it? Being infinite is like that. As Ptaclusp IIb (or was it IIa?) would say, 'It's quantum'.
   So, in a single stroke I have disembowelled the beloved Infinite Universe Theory. However, there is undoubtedly a doctor out there who could stitch it all back together if he set his mind to it, which is kind of depressing...

Monday, 23 January 2012

Strikes for Rinrei

I am going on strike from Tuesday until Thursday, as the SOPA thing will ban me from referring to anything of interest and kill all reviews and pictures on the internet, which I frown upon because I like watching people muck up on Mine Craft.
   See you later folks.
   Rinrei, signing off!

Sunday, 22 January 2012

A War I Don't Care For

I'm sorry. I know this isn't sticking with my evil side but I have to say I do not care for this conflict that is now coming from all directions.
   Being one of the blog's least active members, I had no idea about this whole 'Code War' thing until Rinrei told me herself. Then, one day, I make an appearance and The Editor is waging war against everyone, including me!
   I don't know who is in the right or who is in the wrong, all I know is that I am on neither side. I DO NOT CARE FOR THIS AT ALL!!! I still have homework from school to do and I've been trying to draw pictures for a friend of mine. I HAVE NO TIME TO PLAY YOUR SILLY LITTLE GAMES!!!
   Any post which drags me into this nonsense will earn the author of said post an earful.
   Thank you for listening.

Note from The Editor: I no longer hide my comments between parentheses. They are out in the open.
   So this is how it is going to be... If you are not with us, then you are against us. 'Us' refers to me. Or them, where 'them' means Pisces, matt and Rinrei. Though Pisces is oddly silent on the matter...

Note from EMOC to Editor: No.... I am going to stay in the shadows. Any code or cipher you decide to create I will ignore.

I Can Melt Your Brain - A Four-Dimensional Universe

Hello, good day, and all that. I have a special treat for those of you who enjoy frying brain cells in an attempt to get your heads around an impossibility. Naturally, this is coming in the form of a new series. I call it 'I Can Melt Your Brain'. (Thanks to Rinrei for the inspiration. Sometimes your grasp of gory imagery is really rather spectacular.)
   Prepare to be amazed by a variety of different things that will quite possibly melt your brain.

Hee hee hee... I can melt your brain... Just watch me!
   Attempt to imagine a universe in which four spacial dimensions (as opposed to the 'normal' three) are used. So there's an extra form of space. (It's not time. Calling time the fourth dimension is not saying that it is the fourth spatial dimension. Get it right. Fools.)
   So, you're imagining a universe/dimension in which four spacial dimensions are employed. Imagine a cube in this universe/dimension/place. Can you picture it? Can you really? Are you sure? If you're sure that you can, then you're a foolish fool. It's impossible to visualise a four-dimensional cube because we have nothing to compare it to. However, that's not to say that we (humans) couldn't exist inside a four-dimensional space. If we were to, say, slip through a rift in spacetime and end up in this four-dimensional world, then we wouldn't cease to exist. (All this being hypothetical, of course. I have never slipped through a spacetime rift and wound up in a four-dimensional zone. If you have done so within the last twelve months, you may be liable for claims. Call 0000-000-000 for more information.) All that would occur instead would be that we simply couldn't exist on the four-dimensional plane. Therefore, all any 4D person would see would be something with the properties of the first three spatial dimensions. We could only see them with their 3D properties. Therefore, it is impossible for us to either see or imagine such a thing as a 4D cube.
   Go on, prove me wrong. Melt your brain trying to visualise it. You see, I can melt your brain... Heheheh...

Melting Brains

I just heard that the Eternal Editor has challenged us to a secret code thing and there will be a prize. All I'm thinking at this point is: Meh. If I don't know what the prize is then I won't do it. I don't do work for something I don't know for a person I don't know. I will merely be the Liberator and the Executioner while the two other fools take place in their madness. I will probably stick in useless comments like 'the secret is in the pudding'. Until I either find out who The Editor is or what the prize is, I will not be taking part in such a childish challenge. Basically, I feel lazy and I am not taking part in anything that includes effort.

Rinrei
(By the way Editor, if you understood what I was like you would not use any metaphors to do with fire. You would regret it since, I now have permission to use the matches again.)

Note from The Editor: I hide not from you. If you wish to find me, then all you need know is where to look. Maybe that 'place to look' is in the code I'm setting you...

Saturday, 21 January 2012

The Day Our Gravity Reversed by Paul Baxter - A Book Review

I picked this book up on my Kindle, the most excellent of reading devices, putting the book aside. Recommended by Amazon because of my buying spree on Terry Pratchett's 'Discworld' novels, I decided to try a smaple. After realising that it was really rather funny, I bought the whole book for 77p no less. I read it through with high hopes, for the first thirty pages or so that I got as a sample were pretty good. And now here I am, hoping to tell you all exactly what I thought of it without being overly too analytical.

The cover of the book. I have the eBook, so this is immaterial to me.
Susan is surprised and rather distressed when the gravity of the entire planet Earth reverses in an instant, getting rid of most of the planetwide population and stranding her in her own home. Now she's stuck with just an impulsive liar and a gullible person for company.
   Meanwhile, Bobby has his own problems. He's been rescued from his school by the government, and is now one of many people residing in the Gherkin, now a giant flying ship that rescues those in need.
  Now, both must attempt to live a new life in a world where monsters roam the deeps, writers are a danger to society and the sky is something to be feared...

An interesting idea, isn't it? What if Earth's gravity was to completely reverse? The obvious answer would be that most of the population of the Earth would be (quite literally) wiped from the face of the Earth. However, would society be able to survive?
   Those are the kinds of questions that are answered through the course of the novel 'The Day Our Gravity Reversed'. Technically a SF/Humour hybrid, I'd be more inclined to mark it down as 'humour with tidbits of mildly scientific nonsense thrown in'. Calling this book Science Fiction is like calling a builder an artist - it only works in some of the more technical senses.
   Of course, this is ignoring the humour side to the book. Generally taking the mick out of the government at every turn, it's quite entertaining to see that the two main characters are really the only sane folk around, apart from perhaps General Sam Tuiny. The Prime Minister is basically a bumbling fool with a penchant for both America and potatoes, the latter being the more important. Of course, amongst all this chaotic insanity sits the reader, making sense of it all - when possible, that is.
   Reading this book, I found myself getting frustrated at certain characters all too often. Some characters are nicely formed and sit well with the story, but there are too many complete idiots around for anything to work. I was getting fairly frustrated every time that the Prime Minister failed to comprehend what was going on, or when somebody took the impulsive liar's lies at face value, despite their paradoxical nature and lack of finesse. Unfortunately, this really devalued the book for me, and therefore my enjoyment waned.
   The scientific component of the book was near nonexistent, but still reared its head at certain points. For example, a whole five or so pages were devoted to the explanation of String Theory, that wonderful all-explaining theory that is nigh on impossible to prove. Apart from this fairly comprehensive explanation, practically nothing to do with science is mentioned, except for maybe the principles that govern the now airborne Gherkin. This lack of scientific detail sort of erases the SF component of the book, rendering it into a humourous mix of laughs and frustrations.
   I did, however, quite like how the book was set out. Each chapter was more a story in itself than part of a bigger adventure, which made it easier to stop and come back to at a later date. At the same time, it meant that the full plot of the story was sort of dissolved through the rest of the book, which at points was also annoying. Even so, if you're the kind of person who likes to break things down into smaller parts to digest them, then this is a fairly good book for you.

Hmm, how to rate this...
   I'm going to stamp on the hand that is the book attempting to get a grip on me. Although entertaining at times, and, at the start at least, thought provoking, the material presented in the story degenerated the further I read. Characters were either morally strong and steadfast or grossly overexaggerated as far as their stupidity extended. It wasn't really a very good representation of what would happen to the Earth if its gravity reversed, and didn't explore all the necessary avenues that I could see. A lack of scientific detail eliminated it from the SF genre, and the frustration caused by the so-called 'humour' really got to me.
   A four-and-a-half out of ten. Not very good.

Friday, 20 January 2012

Paradoxes - And Why They Don't Work

It's the greatest cliche in time-travelling science fiction. Most people who write sci-fi have managed to create a paradox at some point or other, whether it be killing your own grandfather or stepping on a butterfly and changing everything. The fact is though that paradoxes are confined to fiction and wouldn't work in reality.
   This is probably a relief to any would-be inventors of the time machine, as it kind of eliminates anything that can go wrong with time travel that would disrupt the time continuum. If paradoxes could be created and actually worked, then most sane humans would be strongly against time travel being invented. However, I've done some thinking on paradoxes and come to a simple, if slightly lengthy, conclusion.
   Let's take a look at the definition of the word 'paradox'. The Oxford English Dictionary states the meaning of the word 'paradox' to be 'a... absurd or contradictory statement'. When used while discussing time, however, it takes on a different meaning. Although the difference is slight, what is implied is altogether different. A time paradox is when an event occurs to contradict a different event, e.g. you kill your grandfather before he sires your mother, who shall eventually give birth to you. In this case, killing your grandfather puts an end to you, too, which means you can't kill him, which means he survives, which means you can kill him, which brings us back to the start. This is, of course, an impossible event. As such, it simply doesn't work.
   So a time paradox is when an event in the past contradicts what shall/will/does cause the event, or sometimes even contradicts the contradiction. If you aren't careful and attempt to simplify it as far as possible, you can get yourself very confused indeed. When thinking about paradoxes, it's important not to think too much, or your brain fries itself in the deep fat fryer.
   Paradoxes aren't confined to being temporal; in fact they can be found in most areas. For example, I've got this statement here which is guaranteed to blow your mind. Observe.

True or false: This statement is false.

Take a moment to think about that. Then come back in an hour's time and realise what it actually implies.
   You see, paradoxes can apply to anything - as long as it is just an idea. So long as the paradox is kept as a thought, it can exist. Attempting to apply a paradox to the real world is like trying to stick paper to another piece of paper with an iron, i.e. it doesn't work unless you burn the pieces of paper, which kind of defeats the purpose. Take the statement above. It can't actually be applied to anything physical. So you cannot, for example, change it to:
   Pear or apple: This fruit is an apple.
   That just doesn't work. The fruit is a pear or an apple, and cannot be both nor neither, assuming that the answer is actually one of the two provided. Therefore, we can derive that applying a paradox to real life is a hopeless idea and anyone who tries to do so expecting otherwise is a failure. (Fail!)
   However, for every statement there is someone who shall argue against it. In this case, it's the fact that there are several apparent paradoxes plaguing others as I type. Take the Archer Paradox. It states that for an archer to hit their target bang-on, they must aim slightly to the side. Logic dictates that this is incorrect, as the arrow would go wide of the target. Not so, apparently. It works.
   Unfortunately for me, it appears that my theory that paradoxes simply don't exist past the thinking stage is incorrect. This is not so. Not, at least, if we confine the theory to the realm of time.
   Back to the grandfather paradox. It simply cannot occur, as killing your grandfather will ultimately result in your being unable to kill your grandfather. Basically, it can't happen. Therefore, as a temporal certainty, it won't happen. Simples. (Squeak!)
   This is because, in essence, the universe won't allow it to happen. Killing your grandafther contradicts the laws of time which we practically know for certain are unbreakable. The future is in flux while the past is set. Attempting to change the past will, while being a cliche, mean that you will ultimately change the reason for your coming back. Removal of a base reason for an action is the most logical (and best, though not necessarily the easiest) way of preventing an action. Ergo, you can't change time for the elephants nor for yourself. (I know that was random. I pride myself in being like that.) Sorry, I meant that time won't and can't change, otherwise the universe would simply die. And not in a literal sense. It would contradict everything and therefore nothing, therefore both everything and nothing would cease to a) happen or b) exist. The only other way out of this predicament is to make it impossible for the event to happen originally. This means either that time travel can't and won't ever exist to travel backwards or that if it did exist, the chances of managing to change history are literally zero. Nada. Na-nee-na-no-noo-noo. Zilch. Get it yet?
   (If you want to read more about causing a reason for travelling back in time then you can check out the other posts marked 'Time Travel' or 'Science of a Sort'. Same goes for if you'd like to know why you can't change history in detail. Now leave me be. Please?)
   So we have, by now, realised that temporal paradoxes cannot work and therefore won't exist. That game is rigged in the fact that all the rules mean that they don't follow each other and therefore don't work, whilst working in perfect harmony against you. Just another paradox from Professor Pisces.

And, before I go, some paradoxes for you...
 - This is a lie.
 - Which came first - the chicken or the egg?
 - (A chemist's favourite, this one.) Dilute nitric acid will corrode steel but concentrated nitric acid won't.
 - Is a 'nuclear physicist' a physicist who had an accident or a physicist that studies nuclear processes?

Just some thoughts to make sure you can't ever sleep again. Heheheh...

Thursday, 19 January 2012

All Going To Die...?

It's a well-known fact that everybody dies. In death, only several variables present themselves: The date, the cause and the location. Nobody knows what any of these three variables will end up being, even if you're locked in a Death Row cell. After all, you could escape, or possibly survive the experience. It wouldn't be good and it wouldn't be in the least likely, but quantum theory tells us that everything will happen at some point. Even taking this into account, it's very unlikely that this quantum effect would affect an individual so that they can predict when they're going to die. That would just be weird.
   However, it seems to me that a fair number of people, or at least a large number of tabloid newspapers and babbling fools, believe that the world shall end on December 21st 2012 (and yes, Rinrei, I've researched it, so this is the correct date). There's been quite a fuss about it recently. There's been a movie produced (aptly named '2012'; very imaginative, folks) and numerous books and TV documentaries created to either compliment or attempt to disprove the theory. However, it seems that not very many people know much about this supposedly ominous date other than it's supposed to herald the end of the world.
   The source of the 2012 myth could (and can) be attributed to many people, events and cultures, however one sticks out above most: The great Nostradamus. Nostradamus is rather famous nowadays because people appear to have rediscovered his books of prophecies, 'The Prophecies' (the title of the publication being another fine example of imagination at work). He is reputed to have predicted that the world will end in the year A.D. 2012, though this fact is much disputed by just about anyone with a penchant for debate. Nostradamus is credited with having made correct predictions before, among them being the First and Second World Wars and the Twin Towers tragedy. However, the question stands as to whether Nostra-man here actually did predict them, and, perhaps more to the point, how accurately he predicted them. There is a point in 'accurately' being in italics, as you shall see right about now.

I am an apprentice Seer. I wish to see the future, but I'm not very good at it, so I make an educated guess at what may happen and then make it rather vague so that it can apply to pretty much everything you want. (Basically, I cheat. But that's beside the point.) One day, a woman wants her fortune told. I need money for a coffee, so I say 'Yeah, sure thing.' I predict that she must avoid the colours fluorescent orange, red and yellow with black stripes. Slightly freaked, she hands over her money and I enjoy a good latte.

The point here is that the prediction in the story was sufficiently vague that it could be twisted to fit whatever the twister wished it to fit. For example, fluorescent orange can be seen in traffic cones. You avoid them anyway and see them around fairly often, in my case on the heads of statues and in the laps of stone lions. They signify danger anyway, so avoiding them makes things easier. If you dislike traffic cones for starters then you can be fairly certain that you will give them a wider berth. Next up, yellow with black stripes can be found on many dangerous things including bees, construction equipment and WARNING signs, to name a few. This colour configuration is likely to crop up at some point and signify caution anyway. Really, all I've given the woman is some good advice.
   This isn't the best example of all. The best explanation is coming up right now.
   Imagine, ten thousand years ago, that a man writes down a prophecy. (How he manages to do so without sparking civilisation I don't know. Just play along.) Three thousand years later, someone discovers it. They decide it's worth keeping and pass it down through generations. As time goes by, the possibility that certain aspects of the prophecy will come true becomes greater and greater, until, possibly an infinite amount of time later, all the elements may well come together. Therefore, a man writing several hundred years ago that metal birds will fly into something with bad consequences is rather likely to come true. (This happened. Just ask George W. Bush.) Taking this into account, if you predict that the world will end, then over time the chances of it happening will increase dramatically. Such is how it may well have worked with Nostril Boy so far.
   The fact is, though, that the Nostradamus thing is just a prophecy, and a dodgy one at that. So let's look at this another way. What do we know will be happening in 2012 that could signify the end of the world?
   Well, first of all, there is the problem of the Mayan Calendar. The Mesoamerican Long Count Calendar is a wonderful and really, really messed up thing. It's wonderful in the sense that I really don't know very much about it, and moronic because of its timescale. The Mayans used things called b'ak'tuns, which were sections of time that lasted for 144,000 days. (FYI, one b'ak'tun lasts for around 395-and-a-quarter years. That's a while.) On the 21st of December, the thirteenth cycle of 144,000 days since the supposed beginning of creation ends. This is referred to as the end of a 'Great Cycle'. It's commonly known as the end of the Mayan Calendar. So the Mayan Calendar is finishing off a 'Great Cycle' of thirteen lots of 144,000 days. Thirteen is, to superstitious people, an unlucky number. Ergo, the end of a 'Great Cycle' could be viewed as unlucky.
   Other interesting happenings set to take place in 2012 include at least two incredibly prestigious supercomputers being completed and the solar maximum. The solar maximum is rather a big thing among astronomers, as during it the sun's magnetic poles are set to reverse. If you watch such programmes as 'Primeval', you would know to be wary of the swapping of the magnetic poles of anything. Conspiracy theorists would jump at the prospect of a possible apocalypse being caused by the sun reversing its poles. There you go, Mr Conspiracy Theorist. Have that one on me.
   I also mentioned supercomputers. If you have a good taste in entertainment, then you will have seen 'The Matrix' and 'The Terminator' films, and therefore know that potential Artificially Intelligent computers could well 'kill the humans!'. However, I personally rate the chances of a pair of machines taking over the world without a) limbs and b) help from the cuttlefish as extremely low. Not when we can literally unplug them. (Maybe I've just tempted fate there. Fate, resist temptation for once, please!)
   As such, we can practically dispel any theories that the world will end on the 21st. However, I don't like it when the winter solstice, a possible Nostril-Dam prophecy and the fairly unlikely possibility that the sun's poles will reverse all coincide... It may be just a little too much. And, as I like to say, I don't believe in coincidences. Hmm...

Dear Editor...

For such a fluent master of language, it is a pity that you cannot see the mistake you are making. The encrypted messages are not codes. They are ciphers. Now go paint a donkey.

A cipher is like 'dog' becoming 'nad'.
A code is like 'The President lands at Russia today' becoming 'The big Cheese lands at Happy today'.

And thus, I win automatically.
   Unless you cheat and edit your previous posts to remedy the error. But you wouldn't do that... right?

(Note from The Editor: Code and cipher are practically synonymous. You have no argument. Now go and tend to the dying cephalopods which I have just brutally murdered.)

(Note for the Matt..ditor?: Liar. Also, Liar.)

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

My Revenge is Nigh - Just Wait and See.

Ah... Here we are again. I stand before you now with an announcement to make. An announcement so increduously increduous that you shall deem it... Wait for it... Incredible.
   Many of you have noted, with a certain pleasure, that Matt and Rinrei have been writing codes for me. I am still in the process of working out what Rinrei's last code was and have all but given up on Matt's 'Nongratulations' (which was really just cheating; I swear it must be double encrypted or something). The simple fact is that I have been doing the same. While I solve their occasionally inspired but mostly incoherent jumbles of characters and make a message of them, I have been gathering information from their posts. This information is being used to my advantage. What am I doing, you ask? Well, I'm constructing a code of my own.
   "Give us a spoiler!" you cry. My curt answer to you is, "No. That would be cheating." However, as Pisces won't quit telling me, "It's not cheating. It's just advertising." I'm disinclined to believe him.
   Matt, Rinrei, Evil (MoC) and Pisces (yeah, none of you are being spared), prepare to be up against the code that took up the last three pages of my Moleskine notebook. The first one to solve it shall win an unknown prize. That's assuming that you can solve it at all...
   Pick up the gauntlet, authors. It's your turn. You played with fire. Now you may well get burnt.

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Sherlock - The Reichenbach Fall - An Episode Review

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. It appears we have the final episode of 'Sherlock' on our hands. No more episodes, ladies and gentlemen! It's finished! And I'm not pleased.    This time round, Sherlock has one last case to solve. Moriarty is back, and he owes Sherlock a fall.

Moriarty has rearrived on the scene, and Sherlock isn't happy about it. Using only his phone, some chewing gum, a diamond and a fire extinguisher, he has broken into the Tower of London, a maximum security prison and the Bank of England. Lestrade brings Sherlock in to investigate.
   It soon becomes clear that Moriarty is planning his revenge against Sherlock. After a meeting with the man himself, Sherlock's suspicions are confirmed. Moriarty is going to bring Sherlock to his knees, and his revenge is going to be sweet.

I am still recovering from the final episode of Sherlock. It was so deeply depressing for me that I sat in silence for a while after the thing had finished and had turned the screen off. It was that terribly horrible for me. Apparently Evil Mistress of Cliffhangers, whose evil knows no bounds, cried. That's really all you need to know. But it's not, which is why this review continues.
   We have here a classic modern retelling of the final Sherlock Holmes story, 'The Final Problem' by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. However, the general gist of the plot is the only thing that stands as a similarity between 'The Reichenbach Fall' and 'The Final Problem' (i.e. Sherlock see, Sherlock solve, Sherlock meet with Moriarty, etc.). Allow me to fill you in on the plot of 'The Fall'. (But no 'Final Problem'. That can be saved for later.)
   Moriarty appears to have the key to every door - a string of code that can crack even the most sophisticated security systems and allow him access. This power is demonstrated when he opens up the Tower of London, a very rich bank and a prison with only his phone and some sort of app for it. Unlikely, but it appears to happen. Anyway, he gets caught in the act, apparently by design from Moriarty, is given a trial and escapes without so much as a slap on the hand. It seems that Moriarty is playing a very dangerous game with Sherlock. Holmes made Moriarty look foolish once - and now he feels like returning the favour. By 'favour', I mean 'let me kill you' sort of thing. In essence, not very nice stuff.
   The plot is fantastic. The best written Sherlock episode ever, it even beats 'The Hounds of Baskerville'. Suspense of the best sort - the type where you can't tell what the outcome will be - soaks the very paper of the script. Multiple mini mysteries are good fun to watch and solve on the sofa, and can be puzzled over later too. In ten words or less, it's pretty much the best thing that Steve Thompson's ever written.
   My reaction to this Sherlock episode was so much more extreme than any other. It really made me sad to see the last twenty minutes of it, knowing that this would be the last episode I'd see live on telly. It may in fact have been the most soul-destroying thing I have ever seen. Don't try and tell me otherwise. The reason for this? Simple. I'm a Sherlockian.
   Being a follower of Sherlock Holmes and most of his incarnations means that you know half the lore. the most important thing to know in the Sherlock lore book that hasn't ever been published but stays in the back of my mind is this: The end. When you see that a TV series of Sherlock is being produced, you know what's coming for Holmes. Finally, on Sunday the 15th, that end caught up with us. And now I'm peeved.

Ah... I suppose I'll have to rate it now.
   Based on the performance of the actors, brilliance of the plot and the ability of the writer to make me want to die on the spot from sheer misery at what I just watched, I'm rating this a 9.75/10. You know, being soul-destroying is the mark of a very, very well written story. Apart from in the case of 'The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas'. That final scene was unnecessary.
   My congratulations to the author of this fantastic 'adaptation' of a work so filled with finality that you could bury it at the bottom of the ocean of television programmes an no-one would ever know of it past a legend of its pure sadistic-ness and finality. You have played a very good game here, and I applaud you for your fine skills.
   The only bit I really didn't understand was the very, very end. I assumed at the time of viewing that it was a ghost that I was seeing. I now have reason to believe otherwise. Thompson, you are laughing your head of at all the softies out there who cry as they watch this, aren't you? Because you know the truth. And Steven Moffat leaked it.
   Ladies and gentlemen, Sherlock isn't dead.

A Bad Worker

Well, the Professor is never very specific about what he wants on the blog, and I have an essay that needs writing, so I will proceed to type in a song that I heard that I believe will make all people get to work.

A good worker is a live worker who feeds his family and earns his bed. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is a dead worker. A bad worker is dead worker.
   Also, a dead worker is a bad worker.

Now move your behinds and get to work. Fools.

Monday, 16 January 2012

Hmm... (No.1)

Hmm...
   Is it unusual to watch the final episode of 'Sherlock' and then immediately begin arranging your funeral to the last detail?
   Also, is it then rather strange to go ahead and watch two episodes of 'The Big Bang Theory' back-to-back straight afterwards?
   Apparently, the answer to both the above questions is 'yes'. And I'm not sure why.
   Just out of interest, has anyone created a personality emulator yet?

Eagle Eye - A Film Review

It's amazing how, when feeling rather tired, you can really wake up to a good spot of sci-fi action thriller in the form of a movie. It's also rather amazing when you see the budgets of said movies. I myself was feeling rather tired today, and was generally in that kind of mood where you want to blow something up. (Kaboom!) Feeling like this, I decided to watch 'Eagle Eye'.

Eagle Eye Poster
One of several advertisements created for the movie.
Only days after his brother's death, Jerry finds his empty bank account loaded with $750,000 and his apartment filled with military equipment and bomb-making apparatus. Then he gets a call from a woman he doesn't know. She tells him to run. After a brush with the FBI, he finds that the woman on the phone can control pretty much everything - including killing him, if she thinks it is necessary. To stay alive, he must obey her every instruction to the letter.
   Rachel's son is going on a school trip with his school band when she is contacted by an unknown number and told to obey every instruction given to her. If she does not comply, then her child will be killed.
   Thrown together by chance or fate, the pair must evade the FBI, follow the strange woman's commands and try and work out happening before it is too late...

I must say that I found this film compelling. The idea of a supposed overlord being able to control almost everything via remote connections is an interesting one at that, and one that I'd really like to implement myself. Of course, I wouldn't be using it for the purposes of cyber terrorism. I'd just be making sure that people weren't attempting to steal my work. Ignore me, I'm slightly paranoid.
   This film really shone the spotlight upon terrorism and how the government may react to a mere hint of terrorism being found. Massive overreactions, found in this film as gunfights and general chaos, permeate the story, which is ever so slightly nonexistent at times, while making for some rather entertaining viewing. The film portrayed the American take on the threat of terrorism rather well, I thought. Sending the whole FBI and most of the police force after two people who don't even have a fixed goal was really a smart move on the part of the government. Not.
   The characters were alright. Jerry wasn't really pulling me in. He was sort of dull, you know, in that way where he's so caught up in his own self-pity. Rachel however was good. As a single mother, she was given all the instincts of a mother - basically, protect that kid at all costs. Funny thing was that she almost ended up killing him. Stupid woman.
   The story was kinda weak. A computer tries to decapitate the American government. It gets two citizens to do it for it. That's the extent of it. The only thing that I'm left wondering about at the end of it all is why it took so long for the army to realise that the computer was evil. Honestly, have they never seen the Terminator films?

The ratings are in.
   I'll give this a six point five (6.5). A rather weak storyline, some great action, alright characters, good suspense and generally lots of chaos. An excuse for a high budget that wasn't spent on the scriptwriters. That's not a good thing.
   One final thing: If you're going to watch this, look out for the electricity pylons. They make a good barbecue. Hee hee hee...

Sunday, 15 January 2012

Messing With History - Can You?

I'm aware that this post has been a long time in the writing. Thank you for telling me that, Matt. Well, I'm very sorry, but I've had things to pursue and people to kill, past, present and future. Try and make sure you don't end up on the list.
   Anyhow, I shall now present to thee paradoxes and other temporal conundrums.

It's a matter of great speculation and controversy as to whether you could theoretically change the past in a bid to alter the present. Such classic films such as the 'Back to the Future' trilogy and TV series like Doctor Who (coming back for a Christmas Special!) portray it as an almost trivial inconvenience of time travel. Fact is that it's more difficult than that. At least, that's what I think.
   Read no further until you've read the previous posts in this series. Otherwise it'll make no sense whatsoever.
   Okay, you've done so now. Let us press on!
   So, to time travel.
   Changing the past is quite the cliche of time travelling sci-fi. It's all happened: Abraham Lincoln getting saved, predators of unrivalled brutality bleeding through from the future and threatening to blast humanity into oblivion via certain time gates known as anomalies, someone killing their own grandfather. Except the thing is, according to me and most probably me alone, you can't change events in the past at all.
   There's a law to do with time travel that gets repeated time and time again in books and cheap novels: Don't change anything. Inevitably, someone steps on a butterfly or shoots Osama Bin Laden at the wrong time or something, but that's just it. It shouldn't happen. Simple reason? It would create a paradox.
   Yeah, David. You wanted paradoxes? Here, have a truckload. Merry Christmas. (And seeing as there is no Christmas scheduled for 2012 according to the Mayans, consider this the only one you'll ever receive.)
   Okay, here's how things work. If something happens, it's set forever. Tough noogie. Basically, what's done is done and there's no undoing it. However, I've fallen into the trap which I've just set myself. That trap manifests itself in the form of a question.
   How can you travel to the past then? Surely if time is set then it would be changing something to go back and be there. That's altering history enough as it is.
   Aha! I planned for this question. You shall watch as I take the limelight and give you the answer to said question.
   The simple answer is that, if you travel backwards, you're part of history. The moment you arrive, you're part of it. However, there are complications, as shown in this long, convoluted complex answer which - if you'd scroll down a little - you can now read.

The Complex Answer
(Muhahahaha, I even put that lovely title thing in bold and underlined it. I like formatting for effect.)
   Ahem. Back to the script.
   There is a complex answer to the rather annoying, nagging little question that was asked just a little way up the page. That answer is here.
   This is all to do with the Temporal Uncertainty Principle (ta ever so, Sir Terry Pratchett!). The Temporal Uncertainty Principle is really to do with the future, but I can apply it to the past too. Now the Temporal Uncertainty Principle when talking of the future states that:
 - There are potentially infinite possible futures.
 - If you had a looking glass to the future, it would choose a single future at random to be viewed.
 - Once viewed, the future selected is unable to be averted.
   Now the Temporal Uncertainty Principle has some very interesting effects as far as time travelling back and forth is concerned. However, when applied to the past then it takes on a slightly different tone. The general effect  is still the same, to a degree. However, there are definite differences.

Let us revert to analogy. (I like analogies. Can you tell?)

One day, you decide that it would indeed be nice to go back in time and meet William Shakespeare. Your name happens to be Romeo, so you know all about Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet'. You hop onto your time machine and go back to a random date during Shakespeare's playwriting career.

Take a break a second. According to generally perceived ideas, entering the past begins to change time and therefore alter the future, or your view of the present. Get me? I shall tell you now that you are wrong. The second that you step back in time, you are part of events. Once you are there, you will always have been there, even if the records say otherwise. (After all, records are kept by humans, and humans are fallible. Therefore, anything created by us is also fallible. Ergo, records are fallible.) So from that point in, you are part of events. Just keep that in mind.
   Do you see where this is going yet?

You don't know the date that you get set down in, but you are definitely in Shakespearean times. You go to the Globe Theatre, where the man himself is having a difficulty with names. He can't get the right name for his male character. You walk up, introduce yourself ("Hello, I'm Romeo,") and bang! He gets a flash of inspiration. He uses your name (Romeo) as the name for his male protagonist in his new play, to be entitled 'Romeo and Juliet'.

Oops. You've just changed history! Or have you...?
   No, you haven't. Your name is Romeo and, silly as it seems, you've just managed to strike the spark that sent you into the past in the first place. This seems rather strange, and indeed it is. Some of you may even say that a paradox had been created.
   Incorrect. All you've made for yourself is a temporal loop. In this loop, as I call it, all that happens is that you in the present travels to the past and create the cause for you travelling to the past. Get it? You decide to go back a week to pick up a copy of a book that's sold out. You go back in time and buy the last copy of said book. Oops, you cause a temporal loop to form. That's it. There are no ill effects of this operation, except a minor annoyance for yourself.

The Slightly More Simple Solution
There really isn't much difference between this answer and the one shown above, you if you understood the above answer fully, skip this bit.
   The basic reality of it all is that you can't change history. If you travel back in time, then you have always been there and will always be there at that exact moment, therefore meaning that when you decide to travel back, what you intend to do has already been done (as far as possible - more on this later) and therefore you cannot change what's been done, even if it's in the future in the past. Ja?
   (By 'the future in the past', I am, in the most simple fashion, saying that if your personal timestream leads to an event taking place in the past, then your future takes place in the past. That's all there is to it. Now leave that alone, and get back to the problem at hand.)
   So, if you choose to kill the president of America two days ago, then you would be unable to because that would remove your reason for attempting to kill him. Removing a base reason for doing something (removing the motive) undermines the whole operation. It would create a paradox, and for the purposes of the general universe, this would not and could not occur.

Of course, you'll now want me to explain paradoxes to you and reason as to why they shouldn't work. I shall do this. Later. Quite simply, I can extend this series by asking more questions than I answer, and this means that I could potentially carry it on to infinite.
   Therefore, I bid you farewell... Until I can write about paradoxes.

Saturday, 14 January 2012

Cheerleading Table Tennis?

I've always been competitive when it comes to sports. I'm especially competitive when it comes to tossing a ball high into the air and smashing it back down to the ground with a large metal stick, invisible green blood spurting out of its imaginary wounds. Yes, I'm talking about table tennis. (Note from The Editor: Since when were table tennis racquets made of metal?)
   Yesterday, during P.E, Evil, Bats, Hyper and I were all lying in wait for our chance to torture that innocent ping-pong ball as we played our sadistic game, chucking it off the table towards our competitors.
   Bats and I were on one team, preparing to commence with our ninja-style attacks, while Evil and Hyper were on another team prepared to battle us to the end with their pom-poms. Wait. What?! Yes, they were holding pom-poms.
   Hyper had a lovely blue pom-pom balanced on her head like a bad hair cut, and Evil had neon yellow pom-poms attached to her hands, making her look like a muppet.
   We were clearly in shock when we saw them like this, and thought little of their abilities. Let's just say you should never underestimate the power of a muppet. The ball entered the pom-pom and never came back.
   When we went searching for our missing ping-pong ball in the pom-pom, a lot of unusual creatures came scurrying out from the depths of the yellow strings. (Not really, but it sounds more interesting when you say that.)
   As we battled against the opposition, we soon came to the finals of the tournament. We were faced with Hyper and Evil, who had also eliminated all their enemies with their muppet abilities. We had a brief chat with our coach (and by 'our' I mean all four of us), Kat, before facing each other for the final battle.
   The battle raged on for what seemed like eternity with the songs from the iPod ringing in our ears and the squeals of our ping-pong ball making a background beat.
   Bats and I thought we were winning with our special slam dunks and three-finger attacks. But that soon changed. Hyper and Evil got serious as they slammed the ball back to us and into the wall behind us, leaving a dent as a marker. (Again, this never really happened but to heck with reality.).
   Still, we battled long and hard and, with the last of our energy, we flung our new ping-pong ball (the original ended up with a dent in it) back at them before our energy was spent and lost the final point. Afterwards, we celebrated their success with drinks (stuff like lemonade, not proper drinks), and talked about the whole thing before the bell rang and we left.
   As I walked to the bus I saw bags full of guts on the ground squashed to the pavement. Sick fifth years. Anyway, this has no purpose here!
   As a conclusion, do not, repeat DO NOT, let cheerleaders play table tennis. They are more dangerous than they appear.

'Nongratulations' Revealed

There appears to be some confusion surrounding Matt's last post, 'Nongratulations'. As you shall be aware, Matt, Rinrei have been battling to see who can create the code that can thwart me. So far, Rinrei has come the closest with her binary thing. I'm still at work on it as I write this. However, Matt has decided to play his Ace. Unfortunately for him, this is a game of President, so Twos and Jokers are higher than Aces. (Yes, Matt, I play President with Pisces.) Therefore, you must do more if you wish to thwart me.
   However, there remains a code to decipher. I'm not deciphering it here and now. I am, however, reformatting it to fit to the page width. Here, have a huge scoop of code.


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Now then, I already have some theories on this. See how I've reformatted it? Yeah, you do. Well, scroll to the top and then scroll down fairly quickly while looking at the text. Guess what appears? Yup. You know it.
   A pattern.
   Matt, you are an evil and malevolent being. I may not have ever met you, but I picture you now as Churchill may have pictured Stalin when he was in a bad mood, ie impaled on a spike. There is a reason for this instant dislike of our friend Matt and for the pattern which has presented itself to me. Allow me to explain.
   The pattern you should see are two or three lines undulating through the text. This tells us something, and it's due to my formatting. It tells us that at different locations on each line, the same section of code is being repeated over and over. Ergo, the text is being repeated constantly. This is most likely for the simple reason of taking up more space and is an attempt to confuse me. Basically, Matt is messng with me.
   I am not a man to be messed with.
   Someone spoke to Pisces recently. One of you, a reader. You told him that if I were to solve this, then it would be proof that I'm not human.
   Apparently, I'm not human.

Consider your challenge accepted, Matt. Let's see what we can do here...

Friday, 13 January 2012

Nongratulations

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Preparing to announce my final victory.

Translations No. 4 - On Cuttlefish

Yes, the infamous Matt, who started this whole fad, has struck again, pulling me, The Eternal Editor, into the centre of a full scale war on coded cryptic messages. Here we have a classic - upside down text of a clever fashion. Matt, how do you a) the time and b) the patience? Egads!

˙ʎןdɯoɔ ʇuo po oɥʍ ǝosɥʇ ɹoɟ sǝɔuǝbnǝousɔ ǝq ןןıʍ ǝɹǝɥʇ ˙ʎןonsıɹǝs ʎɹǝʌ uɐǝɯ po ı upɐ ˙ʎןonsıɹǝs ʎɹǝʌ pǝpɹɐƃǝɹ ǝq pןonɥs upɐ ʇdos ɹǝodɹd ɐ sı sıɥʇ 'ʇxǝʇ ɟo ʎʇıoddןɟ ʎʇǝddıןɟ onsıɹɐʌ ǝɥʇ ɹɐq :pǝʇuo ǝq oʇ ʇuıdo
˙ǝɹǝɥʇ ƃuıʎן ǝq oʇ pǝuǝddɐɥ ʇnsɾ ʇɐɥʇ sʇsǝʌ ɐɹɔʎן ʍǝɟ ɐ ǝɹǝʍ ǝɹǝɥʇ ɟı ǝqʎɐɯ ɹo ˙pındʇs ʇɐɥʇ ʎןןɐǝɹ ǝɹǝʍ sʇsıʇuǝıɔs ɟı 'ɟooɹdʇǝןןqn dsɐɥɹǝd upɐ ˙ǝןqısıʌuı ǝq pןonʍ ʎǝɥʇ upɐ ˙ɯǝɥʇ pǝoddos ʇɐɥʇ ןןɐ ndou ɹoɹɹǝʇ ƃuıuıɐɹ 'dsɯıןq ƃuıʇɐoןɟ ǝʞıן ǝq p,ʎǝɥʇ ˙ɯǝɥʇ odʇs oʇ po pןonɔ ǝʍ ƃuıɥʇuo sı ǝɹǝɥʇ 'ʎןɟ pןonɔ ʎǝɥʇ ɟı ˙ɥsıɟǝןʇʇnɔ ʞɔɐq ƃuıɹq sʇǝן so ˙sǝıɔǝsd ɹɐןnƃuıs ɐ snsɹǝʌ sǝıɔǝsd ǝןdıʇןnɯ sı ʇı sɐ ɹıɐɟnu ǝq pןonʍ ʇɐɥʇ ʇsǝouɥ ǝq oʇ 'ןןǝʍ ¿ns ou ɹɐʍ pǝƃɐʍ sɔnsןןoɯ ʇuǝƃıןןǝʇuı ǝɥʇ ɟı uǝddɐɥ pןonʍ ʇɐɥʍ ؛ƃuıʞuıɥʇ sɐʍ upɐ 'odopsןɐɥdǝɔ oʇuı ʎןןɐǝɹ ɯɐ ı 'ʎɐʍʎuɐ so ˙ןןıʍ onʎ ʇɐɥʇ ʎɐʍ ʎuɐ uı ʇɐɥʇ ǝʞɐʇ ˙odopsןɐɥdǝɔ oʇuı ʎןןɐǝɹ ɯɐ ı 'ʎɐʍʎuɐ so  
˙ʍuo ןןǝɥ uı onʎ ɟo ʇsǝɹ ǝɥʇ ɥʇıʍ ʞɔnʇs ǝq ʇɥƃıɯ ı ʞuıɥʇ ı ˙ƃuıʇıɹʍ ǝןıɥʍ odsʇs ןןnɟ ǝns oʇ ƃuıʇdɯǝʇ ʎɹǝʌ s,ʇı ؛ǝpıʍpןɹoʍ ǝns ǝɯso ǝǝs ʎןןɐuıɟ pןonʍ ousןoɔıɯǝs ؛ɯǝɥʇ oʇ uǝʇsıן oɥʍ ǝosɥʇ oʇ ןnɟıɔɹǝɯ ǝɹɐ ʎǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʇ pɹɐǝɥ ı ؛odsʇs ןןnɟ ɥsıןqoɐ ʎןqɐoqɹd pןonʍ ʎǝɥʇ uǝɥʇ 'ʎןɟ oʇ uɹɐǝן pıp ɥsıɟǝןʇʇnɔ ɟı so  
˙ןןɐ sı ʇɐɥʇ ˙ןןɐɟ ʎןuıɐʇɹǝɔ ʇosɯ pןonʍ ǝɥ ¿sǝןʇʇnɔ ǝɥʇ oʇ nd oopʇs oɹǝɥ ǝouן ɐ ɟı ʇɐɥʍ

I don't think that needs italic-ising. It would only be more difficult to read.
   Anyway, translation coming through!

What if a lone hero stood up to the cuttlefish? He would most certainly fail. That is all.
   So, if cuttlefish did learn to fly, then they would probably abolish full stops. I heard that they are merciful to those who listen to them. Semicolons would finally see some use worldwide. It's very tempting to use full stops while writing. I think I might be stuck with the rest you in hell now.
   So anyway, I am really into cephalopods. Take that in any way that you will. So anyway, I am really into cephalopods, and was thinking: What would happen if the intelligent molluscs waged war on us? Well, to be honest, that would be unfair, as it is multiple species versus a singular species. So let's bring back cuttlefish. If they could fly, there is nothing we could do to stop them. They's be like floating blimps, raining terror upon all that opposed them. And they would be invisible. And perhaps bulletproof, if scientists were really that stupid. Or maybe if there were a few lycra vests that just happened to be lying there.
   Point to be noted: Bar the various flippety floppety of text, this is a proper spot and should be regarded very seriously. And I do mean very seriously. There will be consequences for those who do not comply.

... And it's done! I win. Editor - Three, Matt - Nil. Three nil! Ha!
   So, victory dance aside, please do take Matt's advice and prepare for the oncoming war with the cuttlefish.  Those who do not comply shall most probably be executed.
   I shall now take the liberty to inform you all that I have not begotten Rinrei's challenge to me. I am simply biding my time, working it out... slowly. Yet, as Pisces is always quick to say, a little progress is, mathematically and philosophically, infinitely more progress than none at all.
   Until the next battle,
   The Eternal Editor (now rank Captain in the Code-Breaking Blog Forces).