The Life of Kane

Somewhere between Science and Pseudo-Science...

2017-08-03T18:08:00.000-04:00

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I'm gonna slice into this one a bit.

Many people use these 'techniques' without knowing they are being manipulative... Or at least no less manipulative than their internal image of the social norm. The Gold Standard.
They represent key failures in our logical processing software, and since they are universal to our species, the patterns are picked up easily by our pattern matching software. Basically, people do what they think works best, and then store it as a working model.

My particular favorite logical fallacy is the Positive Bias, as it's the keystone of the Scientific Method. It basically says that humans have a huge tendency to never attempt to disprove a belief without external stimulus... Such as learning about Logical Fallacies.

http://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Logical_fallacy

Until next time, Internet Adventurers!

-JKane

Janus Kane on Mastering Pain

2017-08-03T18:02:00.000-04:00

The Wasteland Chronicles
Your Body, The Colony Ship
Part 1: Fear and Pain

You've been alive for some time now, and chances are that you've noticed your body isn't wholly apart of you as a person. Everything that you think you are exists right in the majority of your skull. To break it down simply, your thoughts are made from existing thoughts which funnel into your subconscious brain, towards the base of your brain at the stem. Those thoughts get there by your reception organs. e.g. eyes, ears, tongue, nose, tactile... But wait, theres more. Balance, Pain, Direction, Acceleration, Kinesthetic, and Temperature. To be clear, there are even more senses, the original 5 are from medieval terminology. Lungs have stretch receptors for automated breathing, chemo receptors, cutaneous receptors, and a mess more that give you feedback. This feedback makes up who you are, based on outside interference and you're natural rate of growth. That growth shouldn't be thought of as your true or pure self. The natural path is one of adaption, and you'll find it no matter what you run into.

With that in mind, we come into pain and fear. These particular feedbacks are particularly powerful for you to use. When your afraid, or retract from pain during an action, your mind will store that away as a dangerous scene to avoid. You don't control this, you can only set up yourself to respond differently. How do we do that, you might be asking. Or perhaps you're saying something like "I can choose to do anything I want." Well you're wrong, I suggest you take this opportunity to learn something new about yourself. While we cant decide our reactions, we can always give ourselves the proper tools to react with. We're going to go into two very important aspects of preparing yourself. I can promise you it will save your life a number of times, without fail. Fear and pain are important features to keep us safe, but they often stop us from advancing. You have one life, and twenty or eighty years end up being the same thing when your on your last breath. So please, keep reading, and become what you can.

Pain Reflex
The feeling of pain will often make you flinch, right? I bet you even avoid it. But why? Pain itself doesn't hurt you, grievous injury does that. Though the two are tied together, they needn't be synonymous with one another. Remember when we were talking about ourselves being trapped inside the skull? Well, thats more or less a literal translation of what you are. You are not your body, though you are tied to it. The old philosophical debate of how much of a human you have to remove to make him inhuman? Enough to kill the brain, that is all. The heart is made of millions of organisms, and they make up the lifeform of a heart. They make up muscle fibers and tendons to move the pulley system of your arms and legs. They make up your stomach, which converts other life into energy to run your colony ship. You are god. And like our gods, we are trapped with our worshipers. Pain is one of the ways these sectors of our ship tell us something is happening. Embrace that, realize it's your job to protect and rule your body. But Daddy Kane... I don't get it. How do we stop pain? You don't. But it will stop you. While you're flinching, or cringing, or even bleeding out, pain will inflict you and tell you harder and harder that you have to do something. When you get shot, the next second will decide if you live or die. Do you whip your pistol out, bumrush the attacker, or fall to your knees. Just like that, how well trained you are in pain will decide your lifespan. You can either curl up, and let darkness take us. Allowing the master some rest from it's duties after so many years... Or, you can stop being a little bitch, and suck it up. Here's how.

Pain isn't suffering. Suffering is the resistance of pain. That small, fine difference is difficult to learn on your own, but with enough training you'd come to that conclusion yourself. So I'll save you the fucked up bones and lifelong muscle aches, and just tell you that off that bat. Pain just says hi, and then we freak out... Or, you don't notice it. Like the stories of people being stabbed without noticing it. If you accept that something is happening rather than resisting it, you will be able to walk through fire. Try this sometime with a friend. You'll need a firearm with paintrounds, or beanbag rounds. Or alternatively, a melee-based taser. The goal is to put earmuffs on to heighten surprise, and have your friend ambush you around corners you dont know hes behind. Whats likely going to happen is your knees will drop out and you'll shake alot. Have him shoot you again when your down. Keep it up, you'll find that very soon, you're instead leaning into the attacks, pushing through them instinctively. You win the game when you shock/shoot him or disarm him. You lose when you piss yourself. Change, and return to the game, life doesn't wait for babies. Try experimenting with pain, try performing minute actions like writing or aiming while experiencing pain. Learn your limits, before the world does.

Fear is a control-freak coward
What about fear, Daddy Kane? Listen up mates, fear is the single most destructive force in your world. In your life, your going to have less than a second to get what you want at any given moment. You need to REACT, not act. You cant do shit for you when your body in danger, thats why we have a reptilian/unconscious brain. This high speed portion of our inner workings translates our past knowledge from our conscious side at a blazing rate. As a fun fact, your peripherals are ten times faster when reacting to moving objects due to their connection directly into the reactionary reflex, as opposed to the center of vision, which deals with clarity, distance, object differentials, and all the other jazz we memorize when we see something. That flash before your eyes, where you look back and can only remember seeing the baseball right in front of your face? Thats your brain trying to keep up, and failing. Thats you acting. Stop that.

Training your fear is super easy in comparison, and more or less painless. Though don't let pain stop you either, thats fears greatest weapons. Right up there with eternal damnation, taxes, and social constructs telling you that you can't rise above your station. Fuck them, in every form of that world. Only you, and Daddy Kane, can tell you what you can or can't do with your life. I'd say don't even listen to me, but it seems counterproductive at best. Go to a cliff over deep water, or a plane whilst wearing a parachute, or anything that won't kill outright. Go to the ledge of your fear, and step off. This is the brute force technique, and will weaken it's hold on your brain. However, to truly appreciate and therefore defeat fear, go to a windowless room. Turn off all of the lights, and sit in a chair. Cover up every source of light you can find. What you'll see, suddenly, is a writhing mass of blackness reaching out for you from the corner of your eyes. You'll see shapes, and feel like something is just about to grab you. It's right behind you, you can feel it brushing the back of your neck. You'll even hear voices, and see creatures lurk from the darkness. You'll see all of this because fear is a lieing bitch. Much like most misunderstood heroes, he means well, he just lacks tact. Fear is a dick, and a liar. Stare at those shadows, seriously, stare them down. Don't move though, just let them come closer and closer. They won't, and can't hurt you, because they are of course aren't there. Shadows don't exist without light.

So why do we see them? It's an illusion created from chemical rushes in our body, the survival instinct kicking in that makes us all jittery and unreasonable. Remember this mates, fear is a real thing, and it can and will stop you from succeeding in whatever you choose to do. When I tell you, my comrades, that confidence is the key. I mean it with a loving heart, hoping truly that you will learn what I have and rise above. We don't have a user manual for this body, and there won't be a highscore saved. Band together mates, understand yourself and thus accept others.

Keep the peace mates, accept no master but yourself.
-JKane

Fake: College of Architecture and Planning

2017-06-14T02:45:00.001-04:00

So I've read a few articles about this picture, decided to Google maps it.

Mystery solved.
The original article/s are from this fine author.

http://franklycurious.com/wp/2015/09/07/update-on-the-ball-state-college-of-architecture-and-planning-sign-its-still-a-joke

Mind Control (as seen on TV)

2012-03-14T19:27:00.000-04:00

What's that,children? You want to shape the hearts and minds of the masses? Guide your friends down the right path on their own accord? Lose your virginity? Fret not my young ones, Daddy Kane will give you all you need to know to get started.

The Mind as a Reaction.

So the current science on how our brain categorizes, prioritizes, and stores incoming information would be something like this. The brain takes in all sorts of input commands from your dozens and hundreds of senses and from neuron clusters outside of the brain, which do a nice amount of our unconscious actions for us before we even receive them as thoughts. The brain soaks it in, gives it an incentive level based on past information about similar patterns, using anywhere from 1 to 3 parts of our brain at any one given time to access the information in whatever medium we translated it to/from. 1 to 3 parts flashing by at a perfectly unthinkable rate with neurons millions of neurons touching 10,000 neurons each. Compare that to our finest processor, whose transistor only touches 12, and whose transistors are in uniform rows with just a hundreths of the 'neurons' we have. Every neuron a packet of information so wildly complex and ever subtly shifting in priority and degree. We have nerve endings and cellular sensitivity. An optical array that include 120 million high definition rods in a gorgeous spiralling fractal burst; catching the light in a sharp clarity with only three colored rods to translate the infinite possibilities before us, all pointed to a single pin point in the back of your eye... Your TV screen. The world outside you sits behind an impermeable wall, and we conscious colony conglomerates of organs and cells and amino acid masterpieces billions of years old, watch it on a projector. Around the rods, we have cones, the fuzzy depth of everything but the dead center of your vision. Faster received than the rods, but wider and less numerous, giving you the increasingly fuzzy picture you see in your vision. That fuzziness will correspond to those fractalling bursts in your irises, and the further out, the further your brain automatically fills in the blanks of the terrible resolution the cones necessarily offer. This is how you can notice something that you haven't before. To compensate for the wild filling in, your optical nerves tilt and skew around to orient the beam of light to hit the membrane on the back of your eyeball. That membrane... Is your movie screen. The optical nerves travel all along it, connecting to the photo-receptors that give you the so far sub-par image, which all travel down your optical nerve to be translated and refined, fractaling known patterns and shapes over and over and over in a blurring iteration to give crisp definition to our vision. Wherever that pinpoint of light doesn't hit on the membrane/retina, is received as the even blurrier cones. The darting around the pupils do all the time making sure you never stare for too long(usually) at pone point to give a fuller picture, also corresponds to what your brain is accessing, or trying to access. This is a very important and tiny distinction to make, your eyes darting in tiny searching patterns are generally filling in the world. Larger darts, rolls, directional favoring are generally to blame from conscious thought or accessing various parts of memory.

Alright Daddy Kane, our minds are thoroughly saturated and your not even past the descriptions. What gives? Look, if mind control and reading was simple,we'd all be in trouble. Why am I talking about sensory input, brain archival, optical receptors, and filling the blanks? If you could read minds this would be obvious to you right now. You see, when you are in a receptive state, 2-3 of your brain sections are firing up simultaneously to take in all of the information. For instance, fi you could see and hear me telling you this, your mind would be so busy translating my tone, facial expressions, body languages,em field, and science knows what else passing between us. We're simply overwhelmed. Thats the First Key, the receptive state. This over-exaggerates the priority of the information received if done correctly. With your brain in a flurry, and your eyes and ears busy reading and storing/accessing information, you can take advantage of the natural blindness we instill on ourselves when somethings 'in the corner of your eye'. Using the age old Wizards First Rule, of course. People will believe what they want to believe, or are afraid to believe.

Overwhelming Your Opposition

So lemme get this straight, Big Daddy Kane, you simply try to get them to pay attention to you more? What, do we just talk about sports and make wild hand motions and eye bulges? No, that would be stupid, save the questions until after the lecture please. Whether we like it or not, we are a slave to what we already have in our brain, and to whats outside of us(so to speak, from a human perspective). That is to say everything we've received up to this point aids in how we react with whats ahead of us, in the same way people crossing at cross walks naturally split into several lanes of one way traffic. You know your doing it, and you 'chose' to do so. The thing is people generally choose the path of least resistance. In fact, most of life tends to dilute its problems down with a stochastic algorithm of meta-heuristics. Meta-Heuristics being what ants do to eventually get the shortest path to food from nest. It's what life likes to do. Throw possibilities, and let the best one stick. Ants accomplish this by randomly choosing a path, leaving a degrading pheromone trail. And then returns straight home. The next ant does a random path, or a variant of the first, and so on. The pheromones fade fastest on longer paths, because they take longer to travel, thus leaving shorter paths with stronger scents every iteration.

So what I want you to to, is stochastic the shit out of their brain. I want you to take advantage of those pesky natural urges to follow the path of least resistance, while taking advantage of the receptive state to feed them further information of heightened importance. And up to this point, they just think they're being polite and listening, or think your actually interesting. It's where that hazy line between free will and predetermined fate lies that makes us all a little uncomfortable to think about. Because in the end, they will have thought to do what you want them to on their own accord.

The Ol' Voice Roll.

But Daddy Kane The voice roll is a paced style with patterns used by hypnotists and revivalists alike. Or lawyers, who are sometimes also hypnotists, when they desire to entrench a point firmly in the minds of the jurors. A voice roll can sound as if the speaker were talking to the beat of a metronome, emphasizing every monotonous word in a patterned style. To maximize this hypnotic effect, practice rolling your words at a smooth 45-60 bpm. The next step is to get them excited or engrossed with your words,this puts them in an altered state of consciousness. It's best done with crowds when somebody else excites the crowd for you, giving your future mind control that much more power. Churches do this often, especially the more lively kind, using the receptive state and a good jar to the front of your skull to induce a 'religious experience. When you've got enough people into that lovely, confusing, receptive alpha wave state, they will usually pass the collection plate or basket. And that's more or less what your going to do, but instead of asking for money, your going to tell him what he wants.

Association of Associates.

Ok, so we got them into the mind control state, how do we tell them what to do? What did I tell you about stupid questions? You can't tell somebody what they're going to do, you always have to make them choose. The traditional media of choice was pain, ridicule, or death in lieu of the other not accepting. But thats all primitive, and they know it's going on. What we want is to stochastically fuck their cortical cornucopia, and sneak away in to the foggy background without a trace like the creepy mind-raping fuck you are..

We accomplish this with association. Simple associations done throughout the conversation, making subtle mentions of what you want him to think.

"Sup Schwinn?" "Huh?" "It's Dutch for best friend, sorry,ive been peddling myself as a Dutchman online. I'm the spokesman for a small company." Oh? What company? "They deal with politics and advertising, they handle... bar-none, the most exclusive clients."

Derren Brown - NLP

The above example is a ridiculously tightly packed NLP statement, so tightly packed it probably wouldn't be very effective. Not so much what the conversation is about, moreso emphasizing key laces with encouraging behaviors."Schwinn" said with a wide smile, and a handshake thrust towards them, "Huh" responded to by shaking their hand and arm with both hands vigorously, acting like you just got great news. "It's dutch for best friend." Your excitement slurring friend to a more 'red' sound., pulling his hand in yours look him in the eye and get a bit more serious "sorry, ive been peddling..." Every shoulder touch, point to your own eye, or an object, every time you hold their hand under yours, or otherwise engage their attention when you want them to listen more. The receptive state amplified. Amplify, red, Schwinn, wheel, bike, handlebars, and there's a good chance that guy is imagining bikes into his active thoughts.

Pretty simple,right? Well,no, it takes a smooth tongue and a quick mind to capture somebody attention, and an even sharper mind to craft it into something useful. Just keep in mind,in no way did you tell them to do anything, and they could very well do something else. You can remind them that breaking agreements makes them evil, and subtly guilt them Et cetera, etceteros... But people cannot be controlled. However nudging them is much much easier than any of us dare imagine.

I hope you enjoyed the revival post, mates. If you'd like a second part as my next post, or perhaps a post about the mentioned meta heuristics of life, or more info about why our eyes dart when we remember music, or create it, or make or remember images, or digital sound. Throw a comment, leave me some love, check out my affiliates and friend. Read a book. Or preferably, just keep coming back here. I could frankly use the pagehits.

The Plague

2011-05-29T18:20:00.000-04:00

It was 2008, Year of our Lord, the month was that of Septem, on the Julian Calendar. I had been staying at my brother's place, as I had recently been honorably discharged from the Motherland's service. That was under the rule of the Bush Dynasty, and was a generally busy time for military. My brother, for instance, felt the effects even in the Navy. A particular tricky job, fighting a desert war in a sub. He had offered me a place when my lease ran out on the apartment I had funded on stored army funds. This was a particularly lethargic time in my life, and 6 months at my brother's was exactly what I needed to acclimatize myself with the general populace once more. That may seem counter-intuitive, living with a navy brother and his 2 submarine buddies, and the addition of my sister Britt-Britt. But this was no barracks, like I was used to, this was a house on a hill. A glorious retreat somehow far away from the city a mile away, and just outside his base. What ended up happening was more of a glorious college experience, without all that messy college. But I stray, a story for another day perhaps, my friends. One of our old friends happened to be coming up to our area, attending a local LARP convention. For the unintiated, that stands for Live Action Role-Play, and has been avoided up to this point in my life. But this friend of ours was hot, smokin' hot, and she had hot friends who also enjoyed dressing up in skimpy costumes and hitting each other with padded clubs. If you still need a clearer image, think American Gladiators meets a sorority Halloween party. In short, we were willing to give it a shot.

And so the adventure began to the nearest halloween outlet, where we purchased gaudy medieval-esque attire and bad-ass plastic weapons. I was an assassin with an irish brogue, and my brother was a swarthy pirate, bandana style. The hats were much to expensive, that place jacked it's prices to no extent. We arrived there, and were briskly informed that our weapons were much too dangerous, the hollow rubber blade wasn't to regulation with their foam-based lawsuit defense. This would be a problem, you see this was an old campground they had rented out. Woody, with dirt roads and wooden bridges. The buildings were made to look like a forest town well enough, but the dozens of garbed persons really sparked it into life. With my face mask pulled over my Orbicularis Oris, which always gives me away in a lie, I could really immerse myself in the fantasy world they had crafted. And danger was EVERYWHERE. We got jumped by two goblins just going to the cabin to make our character sheets, two dead goblins which I looted of their 2 meaningless currency counters. Meaningless for right now, I had no idea what was in store for me. They had me roll a twenty sided die to determine my general luck as a character, and in doing so determine how good my character is. One out of twenty chance to become an instant legend? I think so, good sire. As if time slowed down, I watched it roll out of my pretty awesome hands, picking up freedom in the open air as it tumbled down with the flood of gravity it suddenly had to deal with. The earth shook, a thunderous cracking sound echoed out through the eons, hear even by our ancestors long past so deep was the anticipation as it clattered across the foldable card table in the nurses station. The woman watching over my shoulder had a wolf shirt, but had enough meat on her to feed a pack of wolves... Winter was coming. She was the head of the show, and the puppet master, she had spotted me immediately as an important player in the main storylines. For one, I stunned her with my charismatic brogue and illegal plastic weapons, my brother double teaming her with a touch of flirting. We'll do anything to take the prize. The dice clattered down, and a sonic boom blasted our eardrums just a decimal too low for anybody to notice. It was a twenty, and I was to start out at level 2. This may seem like a very small thing, but I could be hit 2 more times in combat, for a total of 4 brutally stubborn hit points. As well, I got another skill and ability. Looking through the list, wearing my ninja mask and assassin garb, I carefully decided upon a character. there were many to choose from, and many would automatically place me in social cliques within the world. Naturally I chose the assassin, and specialized in backstabbing, lockpicking, pickpocketing, and 'Feneran Sword Style' which translated to wielding an off hand dagger.

I think it's important at this point to point out the other reason the whale of a woman knew I'd be important to the story line. I was attractive and in fit condition, my army chisled abs and cocky grin were a rare commodity amongst the men. Most were either terribly scrawny, terribly pimply, or terribly obese. The girls, half of them at least, were smoking hot. The rest had big ass tits busting out of their fat-people's corset, and thus weren't all that bad. I was to be in the pictures that year, it seemed, they wanted good appearances. All of this wasn't said of course, I admit I assume a fair portion of her thought process. But she seemed to be really excited about that twenty I just rolled! I was to be placed with the Undathos group, a group of worshippers of the dark god Undathos, Lord of Chaos and Strife. I was down for that, but as it turns out, it was a couple of Forest Rangers with hot girlfriends and a quiet pair of men in knight outfits. They all had goatees, making me glad my face cloth covered my impetuously shaven face. My brother informed me that the adventure was over for him, he couldn't handle having his world rocked by the sudden change in environment. He also seemed a little bit ashamed, but we all must bear our crosses. Mine was in the shape of a twenty sided-die. I was born for greatness, I couldn't squander it now.

Before I knew it, I was swept up into the stories of my cabin-mates. the one Ranger was names Zak, and was one of the more respected warriors in the community. He was staying with the Undathos, because his wife Raven was an evil bitch, who was wearing just a thong and corset when I met her. This whole trip so far has really confused my sense of normal, and I was only an hour in. Knowing a good thing when I saw it, I befirended the guy who knew what he was talking about. As it turn out, that was a choice move, for we were about to be swept up in the biggest plot they've put together. He was supposed to be the main character, being the best swordsman, but he soon found that I could not only hold my own, but outright humiliate most here with my two blades of foam. He, a level 25 Ranger with no less than 12 real-world years in the making, and an hour old lucky twenty newbie. We made quite the team, I won't lie to you. Perhaps the best part of the whole system, is that no matter how high level you are, swords still require skill to wield. This propelled me to victory against an ogre warlord and two of his cronies who had me pinned away from my group against a woodshed. I got out of there with just a single HP left, and a bag full of coins. I took down five in the great melee, where an band of marauders were raiding our cabin. From their leader, I found the blade 'Night-Rose', which was this beautifully hand-made foam dagger with a curved blade and handle, black with delicate rose vines painted along the hilt and handle. I was growing, and fast. Soon we found out what all the havoc was about, there was a necromancer moving to conquer this land, and he was plaguing all living things to do his bidding. This played out like a zombie outbreak, and every infected had different ways they could infect you. Some do it with food, some with little beanbags which act like projectile vomit, some by touch. You didn't know all the ways they could pass it on, so the whole weekend became a very clique based environment. Secluding ourselves, and shunning those that have been made unclean. As the game progressed, my brother in arms Zak showed my the black spider he had inked on the back of his hand, warding him from getting the plague. Him, and a few others were being given the limited supply of tattoos available. I tried for most of the weekend, but I never did receive an immunity charm. And so I had to be careful, more careful than my level 25 friend with battle armor. I had thin black cloth, and my natural stealth and skill to keep me alive. I stalked the forest paths, for night had fallen on our first day out. Watching some pass by, I would backstab any loners that travelled along. As I awaited my prey, I overheard the knight in my cabin talking with a staff-run priest character. "Zak's got a new buddy, and he's been upsetting the balance of things." The priest laughed, I had met him in the tavern, shared a mug of frothy root beer on my own coin with the man. "Indeed, Knight Emery, the Commander has already been informed. I believe the Undathos house is going to get plagued tonight." Treachery! Letting them past, I slipped out through the shadows of the thick forest, weaving my way down the steep hill the campground was built on. Busting my way into the Undathos house, I roused our group of Rangers and evil female Clerics, with their skirt slits going up to their ribs. Zak took me br the forearm, and I grasped his in return. "I owe you my life, Outlander. I do not forget such honors. Smirking, as I was well into my role by now "But of course me brother, me blood for yers. If'n we all dinnae 'ave each other's backs, not a one of use will survive the night." And that was very true, as no more than a couple minutes after we left, almost a dozen vomiting zombies were clambering against our cabin, but we were already long gone.

The numbers dwindles, weeding out the weak and unwary until only a handful of people were left uninfected, fighting just to make it through the streets alive with every trip. The entire village was being over-run by people who could hide their symptoms for a time. You never knew who was your enemy save from a close inspection, which invited attack. That, or f;lashing your spider tattoo, proof of your immunity. But me and just 5 other people didn't have spider tattoos, we were the rare few left. But times weren't all high stress, I remember some strangely clear memories of sharing a smoke with Zak out back of the tavern, out woolen cloaks drawn tight against the rail, water matting our hair to our foreheads, and our cloaks to out bodies. We smokes with the few others who had cigs packed away in medieval looking hip pouches. In the morning, we went to the field to practice swordplay. Out in the open, where we could see anybody coming. It was here that disaster struck. Good-Wife Matilda always brought home-baked goods and meals for the LARPers, selling them for the currency. Not out of greed I suspect, but because it was an awesome environment, and nice people like her do exist. Good-Wife Matilda gave us hot, delicous food in a dark, rain-soaked, plague ridden land. My Ranger brothers and their girls were eating, save for myself and Raven, who was tending a wound I received fighting a wraith off from our party. Her wandering hands felt up my manly physique discreetly away from her boyfriend while she healed me, leaving me unaware to the tragedy that was befalling my comrades. Good-Wife Matilda had become plagued, and had plagued the food she was handing out. Four more uninfected joined the ranks that day, leaving only me and the twelve tatoo wielding chosen ones. Twelve main characters that were chosen by the gods to save the village, and the Outlander that would not die. It was now, that I was hunted down more than ever. The entire village wanted me to join their ranks. Zak, having not forgotten what a comrade is, stuck by my side and kept most from trying to infect me. If it wasn't for him, I likely would have succumbed to the plague as well, and if not for me, he would be dead and in need of ressurection. The other 11 were mostly in 3 groups, all of which served good Gods. And thus, it was only me and Zak. To make a long story short, the necromancer launched an all out attack on the Chosen Twelve, and the Outlander while we were holed up inside of the tavern. An epic final battle to really cut our numbers down. Ten of us escaped, and Raven rose spells of protection. We'd be safe for now. Safe, if not for the Plagued among us, the virus had adapted to take over two of our numbers, and those two rose a riot against Zak, saying he was plagued and trying to backstab the survivors. Zak, who was always a defender of the village, was suddenly like me, hunted by all. They had him in the tavern, pinned down and chanting. They were going to sacrifice him. Me and Raven crept through the night's cover, peeking through the window. There were indeed 8 of them, and the situation dire. It was then I realized that Raven had also visited this place for twelve years or so, as she rained down the highest level spell available in the world, striking down the cult leader with a Word of Death. Bursting through the door, I brandished Night-Rose and my long blade defensively, keeping them off of my Lady Raven. She had in each hand, a spell of Fireball. And a Mexican standoff suddenly took place in a medieval tavern. The plague had driven the town mad, and we weren't to be swept up in that madness. Clearing a path slowly, I helped Zak to his feet, and the three of us retreated. Locking the door behind me, glad I had taken those lock-craft skills, we dashed off. The night was almost over, and there were now only 3 left. Two other met up with us, having been forced to take part in the sacrificial ceremony for fear of being discovered as plague-free. And thus the game ended, with the Chosen Four of the Gods poised to find the cure, and save the village. All else had fallen, save for those protected by the gods with their immunity. All else, save for the Outlander. The foreigner with no face, no past, only the legend to tell his tale. He had survived, where all else had failed. Where dieing meant getting touched, by projectile, food, or a bump in the street. He survived with no armor, base weapons, and came out one of the richest in the village. You see, I had been breaking into cabins while they were asleep, and stealing their coin purses. I'd find the rich ones, and just take from them. And thus, me and Zak and Raven, and a Ranger and Mage all ate our fill, and drank our thirst away with mugs of cream soda. Paid for by the now plagued nobility, toasting our good luck.

And that's my story, the time I went LARPing. A time of intrigue, action, and legends. Of battles fought with foam and beanbag spells. It was a strange time, but a triumphant one. Teaching me a valuable lesson in becoming somebody else other than who you think your suppposed to be at this point. It's been awhile since we've spoken, my friends reading this, but fear not. Many tragedies and glorious have filled my life since, and I plan on immortalizing them in text in the coming weeks. Good health to you all, leave some comments if you like the change of pace, or if you want a different kind of post next time.

The March of Kane, a Rally to Restore Sanity

2010-10-25T14:27:00.001-04:00

My brothers, I was excited for the first time in a couple of years.

John Stewart announced that he's holding a Rally to Restore Sanity. A march on D.C. to make all aware of the rich old men with rich old money calling the shots outside of our government. I for one, couldn't be more excited. This is the exact kind of movement I've wanted to organize, and my once polar-opposite, John Stewart, ended up doing it for me. What a stellar chap.

Mates, I'll make this brief to maximize readers. Its being held on Saturday, if you dont want a hotel, ill be driving there with my girl. You are MORE THAN WELCOME to meet up with the Godfather himself. And by welcome, I mean it'd be a damn honor to meet some of you, my friends and comrades. Get a suit, get a facemask, its the only DC rally you can wear a face mask on, because its Halloween. Get motivated! Get a fucking clue and google "Rothschild" already, they aren't even good at covering up their greedy little mistakes. (greedy being a very gentle word in this case)

If anybody DOES want to meet up with myself, leave a comment, this event is HUGE my friends, our generation's Woodstock they are saying. There are already satellites across the world, independently hosted. If you could get a plane ticket, I would suggest it. I would suggest not missing this under any circumstances, but that's just me. I demanded off from work, they were very surprised. And with the facemasks, we can meet up in person, without the whole real life nonesense affecting our anonymous selves.

Keep the peace mates,
JKane

tl;dr ...
Meetup in DC, Rally Against Old Money, Fight for the Proletariat!\
Comment if your interested, cry in shame if you aren't.

Becoming a Hero

2010-10-22T03:57:00.000-04:00

A personal inspiration of mine brought up something which got my brain whirring once more. As we all do, my friend is going through a bit of a rough time in his life, as far as mental stability goes in this dog-eat-what-his-servants-make-for-him world. His words are words we all speak, and I'm glad that they were spoken. They speak of the same frustrations we all deal with, never achieving what we're told we should. And never being what we're told we should be. Every hero you grew up watching on tv, the always charismatic always ready stalwart guardian of justice and honor and all that other jazz we don't really understand until much later. The sense of purpose we're supposed to get from holding a steady job, and getting a steady paycheck. In my friends sarcastic words, "I just want to make you happy, please don't be mad at me, I'll stay in my home and do what you tell me, keep me safe please." Now, as dramatic as that sounds, it speaks through the generations and far into the future, I'm afraid. It's the same mentality that has kept our loved ones in fear of some invisible friend/enemy their parents taught them about. Much like their invisible leaders, and decision makers, and law makers, the faceless, blameless cookie-cutter corporation that we let buy and sell our lives, that we trust every aspect of our lives to. These people have manicured pasts, carefully brought up and raised to be able to make a connection with the general population, while still keeping an air of superiority. With a past so untroubled and unexciting it's inhuman. With a wife attractive, yet plain enough to be accessible to the general public. With children, to appeal to the family census. Our leaders will have a strong background in rhetoric, public speaking, law, and other forms of manipulation. And their opponents always shown in black and white, unflattering poses, with a dread-filled music brewing in the background. Here are a few quotes I've taken out of context about my opponent. Here's me kissing a baby, and shaking a hand. I'm just like you, I was born to act just like you.

But I digress. These people we call leaders are human, and more importantly, they are self absorbed, egotistical to the point of being monstrous, and deathly afraid of public judgement. The people we call our Leaders are just like you in me, just born into a different family.

If you'll allow me, I wish to share a short story of my life with you. I always looked up to the guardians in books and tv, the renegade hero or the roguish charmer with a quick epee and faster wit. These mammoths of personality and reputation. I wanted to be the person that people hear my name, and know that they can trust me with their lives. This is the birth of a monster, my friends. It is where every hero stems, and every monster feeds. I can honestly say, all of my life, I've wanted to save people for selfish purposes. Having done the racket for a while, this evolved into a more stable rule from years of trial and grievous error. Fight for those that cannot, inspire those that can, and secure the freedom of choice to the working force. Worker's of the World, Unite! But in all those years of fighting, struggling with my own identity and sense of worth, going through depression and monotony, often stumbling into hero moments. And after years, I still felt nothing like the heroes on tv. I still had to enforce my image as a soldier to get people to back down from a fight, still had to prove I could lead when a group needed a leader. My experience made me skilled, but it wouldn't make me a great man in other people's eyes. Now, I won't go into why we should be concerned about other peoples images, or the seeming contradiction between being a public speaker who doesn't care about people's opinions... You lie to yourself the more you lie to people, simply put. Choose your own path.

I didn't feel like the hero, and I still don't. I don't feel like a sniper, and I don't feel like a martial artist, or a traceur, or anything else I set my mind to become throughout my 2 and a half decades. And I hate to tell you mates, but the only way your going to feel like that, is when other people start calling you that. Until then, all we can do is motivate ourselves, make a difference with every day. Make a coil gun, learn to wall run, pick a lock, or talk to a mirror and practice that grin. But please, improve yourself. Better the person you are, and you will become a better person. When I tell you that there is no difference between you and the 8 figure salary fatcat we all love to hate, I mean it. None of us are any different, but we are ALL unpredictable. We can do whatever the fuck we want, including posting How-To manuals for making improvised machines of death.

But Daddy Kane, how do I go into that world of heavy hitters and serious people? Look, mates, I can write you article after article, and I am more than willing to, about how to conquer this fear and that. But when it comes down to it, you cant fucking fail if you just keep learning. Go out and get a public speaking book, talk to a mirror. That alone just multiplied your average earning in this life. Get a smile, get a suit, learn from your enemies. The Master's Mansion can only be brought down by using the Master's Tools. And they've got an extensive mansion so far. Make yourself into a hero, and then act like that hero. Don't waste your day, mates... It's not about it might being your last. It's about every day being the only day you get a chance at. Your never going back, and forward holds only death. Past that, Daddy Kane can't help you... But until then, you have brothers to support you, and friends to lead. You have a valuable, one of a kind tool of modern warfare raging inside of that skull, mates. Prime it with knowledge, and hone it with repetition.

I have so much more I'd like to say on this topic, so many more words of reassurance... But I also know how the brain works, and your going to have to learn on your own pace. A teacher isn't a teacher if he can't teach to his students, after all. Just... Know your not alone mates. If you want specific advice, ask away. If you made it this far, I'm glad I kept you entertained.

Keep posted for my next update, including coil weapons and MAYBE the PVC Sniper Rifle, depending on the level of interest. The frame is the complicated part, so it'll take a bit to explain. However it's operation is easy to build and use. I love all of you, brothers. Fight the good fight, brothers.

If you take one thing from this, nobody can stop you from achieving what you want. The Columbine Boys died for their cause, even if their message was censored by the media. For the record, uncensored transcripts of the two soldiers last video can be found here.

http://acolumbinesite.com/quotes2.html

While I cannot condone violence, because it is illegal, usually unwanted, and generally uncalled for; and would NEVER condone murder under any circumstances, it's chilling to hear a revolutionaries last words, knowing he's about to die. Very moving... And a nice wake-up call as to how much the media strips from you in the search for popular, money making world events.

Fight the Power, mates.
-JKane

P.S.

I've edited the closing words a bit after re-reading them, and hearing some comments from my friends. Rorsharch , BlueRAD and Angry Veg amongst them. I felt it came off too much pushing for a violent uprising, rather than directing the reader to the blurry line we all place when a 'government' has a cause, and when two boys have a cause. I speak so often in irony and sarcasm, I forget I have at least a slight obligation not to direct my readers (few as they are) towards any actions I would feel vilified for having spurred. As we all know, I am a lover of peace and understanding, weapons and war should only ever be a reaction to weapons and war. My intent here is to center on what the media didn't, as it did a damn fine job of shedding light on the tragedy and terrible outcome for the families of the victims as it is.

I've also changed the image of the two soldiers in question, as their post-mortem picture in the library also unsettled the intent, and would might be a bit disrespectful. (though I'm sure they'd love the coverage, in all honesty.)

Janus Kane on Mastering Fear and Pain

2010-10-18T00:54:00.000-04:00

The Wasteland Chronicles
Your Body, The Colony Ship
Part 1: Fear and Pain

You've been alive for some time now, and chances are that you've noticed your body isn't wholly apart of you as a person. Everything that you think you are exists right in the majority of your skull. To break it down simply, your thoughts are made from existing thoughts stored in your subconscious brain, towards the base of your brain at the stem. Those thoughts get there by your reception organs. e.g. eyes, ears, tongue, nose, tactile... But wait, theres more. Balance, Pain, Direction, Acceleration, Kinesthetic, and Temperature. To be clear, there are even more senses, the original 5 are from medieval terminology. Lungs have stretch receptors for automated breathing, chemo receptors, cutaneous receptors, and a mess more that give you feedback. This feedback makes who you are, based on outside interference and you're natural rate of growth. That growth shouldn't be thought of as your true or pure self. The natural path is one of adaption, and you'll find it no matter what you run into.

With that in mind, we come into pain and fear. These particular feedbacks are particularly powerful for you to use. When your afraid, or retract from pain during an action, your mind will store that away as a dangerous scene to avoid. You don't control this, you can only set up yourself to respond differently. How do we do that, you might be asking. Or perhaps you're saying something like "I can choose to do anything I want." Well you're wrong, I suggest you take this opportunity to learn something new about yourself. While we cant decide our reactions, we can always give ourselves the proper tools to react with. We're going to go into two very important aspects of preparing yourself. I can promise you it will save your life a number of times, without fail. Fear and pain are important features to keep us safe, but they often stop us from advancing. You have one life, and twenty or eighty years end up being the same thing when your on your last breath. So please, keep reading, and become what you can.

Pain Reflex
The feeling of pain will often make you flinch, right? I bet you even avoid it. But why? Pain itself doesn't hurt you, grievous injury does that. Though the two are tied together, they needn't be synonymous with one another. Remember when we were talking about ourselves being trapped inside the skull? Well, thats more or less a literal translation of what you are. You are not your body, though you are tied to it. The old philosophical debate of how much of a human you have to remove to make him inhuman? Enough to kill the brain, that is all. The heart is made of millions of organisms, and they make up the lifeform of a heart. They make up muscle fibers and tendons to move the pulley system of your arms and legs. They make up your stomach, which converts other life into energy to run your colony ship. You are god. And like our gods, we are trapped with our worshipers. Pain is one of the ways these sectors of our ship tell us something is happening. Embrace that, realize it's your job to protect and rule your body. But Daddy Kane... I don't get it. How do we stop pain? You don't. But it will stop you. While you're flinching, or cringing, or even bleeding out, pain will inflict you and tell you harder and harder that you have to do something. When you get shot, the next second will decide if you live or die. Do you whip your pistol out, bumrush the attacker, or fall to your knees. Just like that, how well trained you are in pain will decide your lifespan. You can either curl up, and let darkness take us. Allowing the master some rest from it's duties after so many years... Or, you can stop being a little bitch, and suck it up. Here's how.

Pain isn't suffering. Suffering is the resistance of pain. That small, fine difference is difficult to learn on your own, but with enough training you'd come to that conclusion yourself. So I'll save you the fucked up bones and lifelong muscle aches, and just tell you that off that bat. Pain just says hi, and then we freak out... Or, you don't notice it. Like the stories of people being stabbed without noticing it. If you accept that something is happening rather than resisting it, you will be able to walk through fire. Try this sometime with a friend. You'll need a firearm with paintrounds, or beanbag rounds. Or alternatively, a melee-based taser. The goal is to put earmuffs on to heighten surprise, and have your friend ambush you around corners you dont know hes behind. Whats likely going to happen is your knees will drop out and you'll shake alot. Have him shoot you again when your down. Keep it up, you'll find that very soon, you're instead leaning into the attacks, pushing through them instinctively. You win the game when you shock/shoot him or disarm him. You lose when you piss yourself. Change, and return to the game, life doesn't wait for babies. Try experimenting with pain, try performing minute actions like writing or aiming while experiencing pain. Learn your limits, before the world does.

Fear is a control-freak coward
What about fear, Daddy Kane? Listen up mates, fear is the single most destructive force in your world. In your life, your going to have less than a second to get what you want at any given moment. You need to REACT, not act. You cant do shit for you when your body in danger, thats why we have a reptilian/unconscious brain. This high speed portion of our inner workings translates our past knowledge from our conscious side at a blazing rate. As a fun fact, your peripherals are ten times faster when reacting to moving objects due to their connection directly into the reactionary reflex, as opposed to the center of vision, which deals with clarity, distance, object differentials, and all the other jazz we memorize when we see something. That flash before your eyes, where you look back and can only remember seeing the baseball right in front of your face? Thats your brain trying to keep up, and failing. Thats you acting. Stop that.

Training your fear is super easy in comparison, and more or less painless. Though don't let pain stop you either, thats fears greatest weapons. Right up there with eternal damnation, taxes, and social constructs telling you that you can't rise above your station. Fuck them, in every form of that world. Only you, and Daddy Kane, can tell you what you can or can't do with your life. I'd say don't even listen to me, but it seems counterproductive at best. Go to a cliff over deep water, or a plane whilst wearing a parachute, or anything that won't kill outright. Go to the ledge of your fear, and step off. This is the brute force technique, and will weaken it's hold on your brain. However, to truly appreciate and therefore defeat fear, go to a windowless room. Turn off all of the lights, and sit in a chair. Cover up every source of light you can find. What you'll see, suddenly, is a writhing mass of blackness reaching out for you from the corner of your eyes. You'll see shapes, and feel like something is just about to grab you. It's right behind you, you can feel it brushing the back of your neck. You'll even hear voices, and see creatures lurk from the darkness. You'll see all of this because fear is a lieing bitch. Much like most misunderstood heroes, he means well, he just lacks tact. Fear is a dick, and a liar. Stare at those shadows, seriously, stare them down. Don't move though, just let them come closer and closer. They won't, and can't hurt you, because they are of course aren't there. Shadows don't exist without light.

So why do we see them? It's an illusion created from chemical rushes in our body, the survival instinct kicking in that makes us all jittery and unreasonable. Remember this mates, fear is a real thing, and it can and will stop you from succeeding in whatever you choose to do. When I tell you, my comrades, that confidence is the key. I mean it with a loving heart, hoping truly that you will learn what I have and rise above. We don't have a user manual for this body, and there won't be a highscore saved. Band together mates, understand yourself and thus accept others.

Keep the peace mates, accept no master but yourself.

-JKane

Soda Machines and Car Jacking: Lockpicking for Intermediates

2010-10-16T02:52:00.000-04:00

The Wasteland Chronicles
Raping Cola and Riding Hondas
Lockpicking Part 2: An intermediate guide.

We last left you in your recently fortified home, you've set up some traps for defense, and you have made a small arsenal of make-shift weapons and combat tools. Save for a one armed leather jacket, or a weather beaten duster, you're more or less a wasteland warrior fit for anything. But warriors need to eat, and new age warriors need caffeine. Taking count of your gear, you pack up a couple of grenades, your knife, and sling the rifle over your shoulder. Only 3 rounds, but they'll have to do. Checking the batteries on your flashlight, you hook it to your belt next to your water flask. You know by now how important it is to be prepared, and have made it a point to check your gear before leaving your stronghold. Before you go, the voice of Janus Kane reminds you to wear clean socks. You decide it would be best to put fresh socks on, and tie your boots tight. It's time to go out into the harsh world outside.

The local gas station has already been looted, the smashed shards of glass scattered around the window, glinting in the dim moonlight. You've chosen night time for your food run, and you're keeping your light sources off, and cigarettes out. A red cherry can be seen from a mile away on the cigarette. Padding on soft footfalls you investigate the gas station further, creeping your way through an open window. The shelves have been stripped, save for some chemicals. You snag some extra bleach and ammonia, which you know will make Chlorine Gas when mixed equally. When twice the amount of ammonia is used, it'll make explosive rocket fuel, or Hydrazine. And when three the amount of bleach is used, you get Nitrogen Trichloride. To clarify, the latter will explode and the chemical itself is highly toxic. The second will probably xplode around heat, or friction. And the first is a nerve gas. Not that you should ever use this, but apocalypse happens.

It seems like your going to go home without any Jolt Cola until out of the corner of your eye, you see a mangled, crowbarred to shit soda machine tipped over. Luckily, there's also a mangled corpse gripping a crowbar. It would seem the coffin of cola is safe from this particular marauder. There's opportunity everywhere in the wasteland! Brush off that carcass, and get to work! Daddy Kane has your back. First step... Make sure the electricity is cut, or the plug removed, or a nuke wiped the electronics out. You wouldn't want those pesky anti-theft devices blocking your attempts, or making noise in the wasteland night. Next, depending on the cost of the lock, you'll need some tools. For most cheap locks, you need a soda machine key, or tubular key. You can also get them at lockpick/smith stores, janitor closets(try kmart or walmart closets), or most soda trucks. File that thing down, if it doesn't work, so just the single pin on the outside sticking up from outside of the key is left. This is so you can insert, and twist it. Locking it into the lock. Now, tie something to the key, and then to a bar of some kind. Take this bar, and yank hard. You see, it's fatal flaw is that its usually held in by a single screw and metal fastener. It'll either pop off or bend enough that the soda machine opens right up.

In the case that this doesnt work, its likely a tougher lock with a nut and case assembly beneath. Making it mostly pull-proof. But fear not, your comrade in the apocalypse has just the answer. Unfortunately, you'll need a drill. The nut and case lock has a weakness of it's own, it's heavy metal look is just a coating, and the inside is nickel... Which drills like butter. Shouldn't take longer than 5 minutes with a hammer drill. If it still won't work, you might be dealing with an American-type lock. This ornery fucker is the equivalent of wolverine and the she-hulk's prodigy. Don't expect to drill or pick it with any real chance of timely success. You might have to resort... To more drastic measures.

But fuck it, right? I mean, you killed three men for their guns a few days ago... Morals get so hazy without a peer group. Another solid reason to get yourself a group in your new stronghold. But groups need sodas and snacks, so let's get this armored food chest cracked. Where the door meets the doorjam, there is a steel bar running the height of the machine. Locking it up top, bottom, and at the door jam. Unplug it, please. Get ontop of the thing, and take your trusty crowbar. Stick it into the top directly in a line above the lock, hammer it down if you have to, and lever it open with a few solid yanks. Holding it open, you can look down the wedge you made to see where the bar connect next along the doorjam. Pry that open, and repeat lower down. When all the bars are out, itll be open. The weakness here, is despite the thick iron bar, the locking connectors are only a quarter inch thick. Pop goes the weasel.

Snagging up a few bags of cola, snacks, and now useless denomination, you scurry back to your skyloft fortress. You have weapons, armor, sodas, and salty snacks. Now if only you had some friends...

See you in the Wasteland, mates. Hit up that poll.
-JKane

Shattered Sands, a Prelude

2010-10-13T16:05:00.000-04:00

So, I've been working on a little novelette... Which, if I had my way, would be a massive chronicle depicting all of mankind as I see it. It plays out in an epic tale of the future, as most of my social commentary seems to. I thought I'd throw a little snippet from what I've gotten, an introduction. If you guys like it, I could even put my hands to work at getting more content... Big hands, ladies. I've been experimenting alot, but rest assured, there will always be plenty of variety in my way of showing love to my followers.

Chapter 18

The night air burned at the cloaked one’s eyes, drawing tears to cloud his vision of the dimly lit room. The soft red glow from outside casting jumping shadows across the richly decorated study room. Shifting, azure beads articulately scanning the room, glow softly beneath the low pulled hood. Taking in every detail to memory, making note of the pre-renaissance gothic architecture, the ancient Byzantine tapestries clinging to the imported oak wall carvings. With a shrug, he continues scanning until his starlight oculars settle upon what he came here for. Sitting on the post-information age desk, complete with archaic clock, sat a small chest whose make outdated any of this rooms’ historical artifacts. With the hint of a grin upon his thin lips, he reached forth with agile fingertips with the delicacy of a feather's fall. Tracing the designs etched and burned like memories into the surface of the relics past and present. "At last..."
A breeze settles tiny ashflakes down at the dark one's boots, sirring the pages of an opened tome sat on the desk wth it's face bound tight in flesh and metal wrappings, hard and dark with the years. Those piercing blue eyes shifting down to the rustle, slipping the box beneath his cloak. "One more piece couldn't hurt..." His boots pivoting sharply on the chilled marble floor, kicking up a whirlwind of soft gray ash. The only sound marking his swift exit onto the terrances outside is the forced escape of air through pistons as he leaps into the burning midnight. Outside the air splits wide with the crack of flames, and the shrill sirens of man-kinds ingenuity at work. A city that would burn for a box, in a world that never knew sleep.

1 Carved box from TechTerra stolen by Aetonine (809-515-766-9918-1473)
2 The VeriVichi, tome bound with hunter skin, edged with metal at corners and locked with a large metal clasp. Stolen by Aetonine on TechTerra.

TechTerra is a land of 'the future' a grim reminder of the human's work progressing until they forget why they progress, or in which direction. No identities, only numbers. Aetonine is his secret joke at the serial number he was implanted at his creation. TechTerra is home of the Council, who has 'liberated' many of the hundreds of planets mankind has populated so long ago. Many remain un-discovered, with the humans living out completely unaware they have brethern on other planets. If one wants to beleive all humans will make their downfall in under a millenia from now, then my world will have great spore ships. and they will colonize planets far and wide. You will see no earth, no true earth at least. Only the drifting sands of it's deserted surface. In my world mankind on earth has died as expected, its people forgetting about the colonies it sent far and wide across the universe. Some scientific pods, some miitary, some farming communities, all sent to give hope to a new beginning from the twilight of the humans.. But i set this world an undefined distance in the future, with evolution and adaption coming into play heavily. the word Human meaning only descendant of the Homo Sapien, the Thinking Man that gave them all life. We have now only the Homo Adaptus, the Homo Magi, the Homo Judicus, and countless other offspring of the once 'great' civilization. Perhaps this is my joke. How can one be so powerful, that they cannot understand their own creations? How does that make us super intelligent beings. I say it makes us children with guns, I say we forget about our past lives as hunters. And so i make a world shading our exact culture, on a universal scale. Worlds forgetting their days as budding hunters finding gunpowder, finding petrol and antimatter. Perhaps my favorite irony and personal message in this creation of worlds, this little novella to which I am the God and it is my people. Is how even the great Alexander and his magnificient statue dedicating his memories forever, is lost in a sea and lost in time. Now it is my sea that will wash our history, forgetting the past in all but trinkets and slips of memories. It is my world, your world, this world of 'the future' that we find something we may find scary to relate to. Or perhaps it is exciting, but to all, it is my gift, humbly so, to urge you.. no, to allow you to think.

And I know you won't if this isn't at the bottom, vote on the poll. The show must go on.
-JKane

A Little Different

2010-10-13T03:59:00.000-04:00

Alright mates, you voted to hear a little more about my life... I'm all for it, you creepy bastards. But I'm gonna go a whole different route for this update. I'm with my brother tonight and we're watching Battlestar Galactica. I have a weekend, and I have smoked. With all that in mind my friends, I give you the choicer bits of our thoughts and observations of this stellar show.

This show has classic steady cam shots, where he doesn't have epilepsy.

We just watched a blonde chick snap an infants neck in the first ten minutes of the show. It was very powerful, and tastefully done. My brother finally breaks the minute long silence with "SNAP INTO A SLIM JIM!"

I often forget that other people don't view the human race as programmed, self-aware probes of existence itself. It makes for awkward jokes, at best.

(to the background music) Yes... Play me like a drum.

To be fair, we were more in awe by this mini series that headed the first season. The show is really breathtaking. My proletariate warriors out there might enjoy the social backtones throughout the whole movie-like series. I felt as if I were watching the birth of humanity, when the first person stood up and said "I know the right answer." And thus they followed. There was a scene in the first mini-series, where the earth and the colonies explode due to some terrible terrorist bombing with nukes. Robot Terrorists. It's much classier in the show. So humanity just got blown away, and we have Battlestar Galactica left, one of the old battleships that have archaic wiring jobs so you cant network hack... or some such explanation. The board of education director stands up and starts telling people to do various tasks to help out. One guy stands up and says "Who put you in charge?" "Well.. I'm on the senate board" Or whatever she said along those similar lines. And the she berated him, by telling him to do something, and stop being so selfish. He sits down, the peer pressure making him uneasy. Is he panicking? And just like that, humanity had a god, a government. A top 2% telling the rest who to fight, who should die in the airlocks, who is or isn't worth their time or better living conditions.

Shits deep, man.
-JKane

The Longest Weekend

2010-10-10T20:49:00.000-04:00

Dear Daddy Kane,

We are writing you with sincere worry and hope in our hearts, for we have not seen an update in three days. Please respond at your nearest convenience.

That's an excerpt of an email I received, one of dozens demanding my return. Unable to refuse that kind of statement, despite dozens of those emails never having been received, or any for that matter, I return to once again hand out the papers in the wasteland that is our future. But why, you ask? Well my friends, Janus works as a security guard. Which generally affords him loads of time to fuck about on his handy dandy netbook. But there was a promotion involved, and suddenly he had responsibilities. Hiring people, subsequently firing people from poor resume selection... The chore list goes on. But rest assure yon buckos, your old mate Janus Kane is back. Everyday I'd check your blogs, even if I couldn't comment, and it seemed like forever went by -not- posting. You've all taken breaks, was it strangely nerve wracking not posting for you too?

I think I'm addicted to blogging. Just typing this, I can already feel the knot in my back going away, and that reassuring, soothing voice narration of my more cinematic moments has returned from his sudden absence. Janus admitted with some relief.

In other news, get a shotgun shell, a plastic tube/pvc that fits gently around the shell and another longer one that fits around that, and a nail/screw. Insert shell, dig tube hole in the ground, screw the screw through the long pvc's cap, and insert cap first into hole. The simple and shell/tube combo ontop. Instant landmine. Use the old saltine trick for that extra 'shot' at keeping your fingers. (hehe...) Oh, and Potassium Chloride is widely available and very deadly in doses over 20cc. Just an afterthought.

If you could, help me to get back into the swing of things by voting on my poll. Your ever loving comrade,

-JKane

For those of you wondering, I've also been extremely busy with a website I've been working on. Tell your friends. :)

There was a Time...

2010-10-07T01:29:00.000-04:00

I had quite a few requests for some personal information about the person you've come to know intellectually. While I am touched, and wish the same level of familiarity with many of you, allow me to explain why I believe in sharing our stories.

We are all anonymous by nature, floating cyber identities that emulate who we want to be. We all got here somehow, and we all are used to being ignored. But with the glory of blogging, I'm starting to see a really deep look into other people's psyches. Many of you I've come to know as friends, trusting you for no other reason than our mutual respect. With no name or person to protect, we are free to talk about the things in our life that might compromise our image. Be that image that of a Tough Guy, Shy Nerd, Adventurer, or Arm-Chair Philosopher. We all get those urges to not brag, and not speak of the amazing experiences in our lives. I'm hoping I'm preaching to the choir hear, because I want to hear the same thoughts back.

By now many of you know a bit about me just from my writing subjects and style. So why not step that up a bit, while keeping the anonymous persona? I'm not going to give you my a/s/l in this post. The need for those kind of labels is diminished greatly when we only judge each other by their intellectual properties online. Instead, a few thing that I think stand out in my life. Deeds, traits, or mistakes, I offer them up to whoever wants to know Janus Kane a little more. And if the idea of knowing each other anonymously strikes you as something interesting... Why not make a post doing the same? Others might follow suit, and I know I for one would love to get to know many of you better. And perhaps you might even learn something about yourself. Maybe that's just me, but maybe you feel the same sense of community as I do. Without streets or houses or personal property, we're still neighbors on a daily basis. However, I do digress...

I was born in Maine to a relatively low income family. I was not destitute by any means, christmas would still bring presents, and we had working vehicles. But special breakfasts included pink oatmeal, the red food coloring made it look so cool to eat. We had big pots of cowboy stew, and other bulk leftover-only staples I'm sure many of you experienced. This followed me as I grew up, always a step lower than most of my peers. They had the pump-sneakers, that made you run just a little faster if you believed it hard enough. And I was still on the light up sneakers that we finally found at a yardsale. In no way was it a bad life, or an unhappy one, just simply a step below financially. And with a strong attachment to the poor class in my school, I forever labeled myself as a lower class citizen. That was my birth, and to this day I am proud of it. Even as I grew older, and I noticed how fine I could tune my actions and my body with nothing but practice, and the mysteries of women and popularity fell away like so much weight from my shoulders, I still kept a growing passion for the common rabble of our proletariat class. We were given no grand start, or a BMW for making it 16 years without dieing. There was never a maid or a cook, we were the kind of people that made it on their own, for the most part. As I read more and more about how the world worked, and how our history has unfolded, I began to set my sights higher. I wanted to change this world more than anything else in the world. Despite having no college course you can take for that dream, or certificate to help you along, I wanted that to be my life's work. I just wanted to give the people a chance at freedom.

And so I joined the army.

I do not consider myself a killer, and why I chose to be a Scout Sniper is well beyond me at this point. I had been in my parents basement, not wanting to go to college yet, and taking out the trash sucked. The army offered me something magical, a land where you had no rent, car, pda, or necktie. You were a grunt, and you traded you time as a soldier for college money and daily pay. Does this fit into my morals? No, but I shamelessly say it was an ends to a means, and has prepared me more for life than college or a career could have. It taught me that your body's quitting point has alot of false warnings you can ignore, and it taught me that working 18 hours a day didnt incur overtime pay. I learned how to be confident in myself, knowing that I could and would conquer any obstacle if I gave it all my will. I set one of the records for Ft. Knox's obstacle course in the second week of basic. The same course you've seen John Candy run in Stripes? Yeah, I tore that apart and busted my knee doing so.

That injury would eventually save my life.

In any combat troop, specially the spec ops areas like the scouts, sniper, rangers, etc... You train constantly. Every day, morning and evening exercise. All day its either work, or bullshitting with the boys. Teaching me the values of comradery, and the bonds that can be built. You march 3 miles to get to a shooting range at 7 am sharp across back texas territory, because the civilians dont like it when were late, and the civilians wait til top of the sky sun noon to show up. There are no tents there, just benches. Again, I digress. My point being I went through alot, and I learned that what I once thought was a bad situation, can always be worse. The quote "This too shall pass." Got me through alot. After a year of this hard training we were called up to Iraq for various missions that I needed a barrage of security clearances to hear about. That knee injury I had mentioned earlier, back in the beginning of basic? As it turns out, the constant training never let it heal and the cracks spread down my shin until my leg just snapped during a run. I was shipped back to Rear D, had some R+R, and they gave me my Honorable. Thus ended my military life.

What came next I can only describe as a rollercoaster through a monotonous hell. Civilian life was very different. People snitched, and lied, and spread rumors about each other. Bills had to be paid, my car needed to be inspected, fueled up, oiled, aired, filtered, and Science knows what else. But again, I adapted, living by that mantra of This Too Shall Pass, and knowing my situation was a good one in reality, despite the hardships. I was alive! You see, when I got out of the military, the Humvee I was supposed to be a gunner in hit a triple stack of anti tank mines. In fact, as the year went by, and I got used to living as a civilian, 90% of my unit needed new recruits. Nothing I'm going to go too deep into all that, never really have. That injury saved my life, and as crazy as the odds seemed, somehow I survived. Looking back, I can't begin to count all the times I almost died. Just a second or an inch away from my chain in this world being severed... A dead end. And I know I'm not the only one, this world is unforgiving. And it's because of that adversity that I hold the values of community and freedom so dearly. Our numbers are our strengths, a mass of unique minded and uniquely experienced individuals. The sheer power of that single evolutionary step has propelled us into this very blog. This very age. This land of chances and opportunities for everybody to take. And as I traveled more and more, and met more cultures and groups of people... Stories I shall save for another day, I came to appreciate diversity for its strength in unifying those around us. Whether or not I agreed with them, I knew they came to that conclusion from years of experiences.

I'm drawing this out pretty long, and this is the first time I've written about myself like this. I hope some of you have made it this far, and perhaps will return the gesture. Take a step into the unknown. Open up for once, you're a new person everyday.

-JKane

The Fortress Files Part 2

2010-10-05T16:26:00.000-04:00

Due to a special request from my loyal readers, I am going to write a shorter, but more refined guide to living in the more urban areas. Anybody looking for remote location survival will have to vote and wait ;) So without further ado, the next chapter in the Wasteland Chronicles..

The Fortress Files Part 2
Subways and Highrises, a Real Estate Guide

So you got caught in an apocalypse while living in a metropolis or city... Chances are times are about to get rough. If the attack is nuclear, you are already in danger of a blast zone. Preparation is key with a nuclear strike, and the first 2 seconds will mean the difference between life and death... You can survive close to an explosion with a thick wall, a thick jacket, and quick reactions. Drop down and hit the ground the MOMENT you see a dazzling bright flash of white light. Thats a nuke, without fail. Drop as flat as possible. DO NOT run to a far away coverage if its more than a step or two away. You should just dive into the best position possible. Tuck your head down and cover your ears and head with your arms and hands and jacket as much as possible. Face AWAY from the blast if there is no cover, or face the cover if its between you and the blast. If you are indoors, aim for a desk to hide under in fetal position, or the nearest wall.. I would highly suggest taking just 1 hour out of your day, and practicing dropping fast as fuck. I say this, because it will imbed it into your muscle memory, and cut reaction time down considerably. A moments hesitation is that much more skin missing, if your even that lucky. Now you have anywhere from a few seconds, to a minute to find better cover. DASH YOUR ASS OFF. If your able to move, then take that as a sign that you still have a chance. That was the shockwave and heatflash, whats up next is the blast itself. If your near a subway, a bank, or any beastly building or shelter... Get inside and hug that wall on the floor. You must act quick, and dont second guess yourself when you get your spot. The blast could come at any minute.

If you've survived this far, and you don't have an NBC suit (Nuclear Biological Chemical), I'd suggest finding a military base fast, or running to an army navy store. Lightweight radiation proof material, as strong as a lead vest, is called Demron. Otherwise find an NBC/MOP suit, itll be like a thick plasticy suit with ties on the wrists ankles and neck. A mask will increase your chances tenfold, I'd suggest getting one and keeping a canister nearby. If there is no nuke, you still have a badass smoking device. Eitherway, your dealing with nuclear fallout now. Dirty rain. Check out the map above for likely hit zones in the US, and air patterns for fallout. Keep your water sources to bottled sources, or purify the shit out of the water you find. Potassium Iodide pills will flush radiation from your water. Your new enemy is radiation.

If you havent been hit by a nuke, the city is still a very dangerorus yet rewarding zone to be stuck in. Assuming your city wasnt hit, your likely safe to ward yourself off. 60 miles is a solid estimate on how far you should be from a major nuke strike to stay still. Just keep your rads counted, Geiger Counters run for about 50 bucks, or free if the shopkeeper is dead or missing. Otherwise, if its a zombie infestation, space apocalypse, russians or whatever invading... You now have to prepare your new life in post apocalyptia. If it is a zombie blight, for some reason, DO NOT under ANY circumstances listen to the radio. Any congregation they tell the masses to go to will likely be exterminated. Either by infection, or by the military/government to control the situation. Look, just be smart, and don't trust people that make a profit off of you. I'm your conscience in the wasteland, I'm all you need.

Scouting

Scouting for Boys

You survived the initial destruction wave, zombie or otherwise, and now you need a home. The first thing you should look at is population. The subways would be an excellent place to start your own commune. Piping, wiring, hell, train motors are all excellent booster packs for your home. Rats are plentiful, and hydroponic systems aren't that far fetched. The tight tunnels are also easy to defend. Or, alternatively, if the population is great, and subways seem like an open invitation to attack while your setting up. You could always go up, and use man's phallic towers as your bastion. Stairways are an excellent way to limit and slow down traffic, while elevator shafts can be kept for later use, or scuttled to be used as an escape point downwards, or a lift point for big machines. The pulley is already up top, nice and easy. Blockade those stairs, throw aluminum empty cans in between the desks and whatnot you use. This will serve as an early warning device, should the barricade be shifted. Lock those stairways down, and get a doorway going for control of traffic. If you can get a bank door, your already set. Though most apartments in the city will have heavy iron gate doors, those are golden as well. I wouldn't suggest ground level at all, its too easily accessible and easy to spot. Another thing to think about, if your in a tall building, the roof is your home as well. Gardens, solar panels, the works.

Supplies

This may seem self explanatory, but you need to start thinking ahead in terms of supplies. Get a knife, this will save your life countless times. Close combat, freeing yourself from bonds or a tight situation, cliffhanging, basic handyman work... The knife will be your constant companion. If you weren't hit by the emp blast of a nuke, you might still have a working computer or ipod. You should have downloaded the Wikipedia page already. Its 2 gb, and the best space youll use. Next time you want to build a generator, don't cry to me because you didnt think ahead. Alternatively, books are great. When your ready to scavange for salvage and resources (gadget parts and living supplies), keep the following list in mind.

1-2 weeks of food, plan ahead in case of emergencies.
2-4 weeks of water. More important than food.
Purifiers. Brita filters are great. Army Navy or camping stores have more heavy duty purifiers.
Non Prescription Medication. Anti-Biotics especially, motrin, iv bags, whatever you can get your hands on
Rope, nuff said
Batteries, load up on them, keep them dry
Gasoline, stored properly
Flashlights, Lanterns, the like.
Alcohol, for cooking as well as rubbing alcohol for wounds.
Hydrogen peroxide is a must
Bandages and bandaids, non-stick and gauze and otherwise. Be a walking medic, its the wasteland.
Boots, you'll need a couple good pairs for sure.
Ammo, enough to kill 20 men, no questions asked. More is always a bonus. If your not easy to kill, your not a likely target.
Soap, toothpaste, and a toothbrush. Its like a slumber party, where all your friends are dead.
Extra socks... a couple dozen. Keep them dry, and keep them clean. Change them twice daily if possible. I cannot stress airing out your feet in boots, trust me when I say boot-rot is a terrible thing.

So the rest can be classified as gear. Backpack, clothing, etc... But the above will give you a good idea of what mentality to get into. You can't share anymore, unless you feel there's no other way. Anybody you meet should be willing to trade something, or become one of your clan. Giving out resources needlessly will kill you, and thus kill the benefactor. Its a terrible thought, but it needn't be heartless. Help out the sick and wounded, but dont fall into begging. Especially in the city, there are master beggars there. Especially lobbyists.

Project Aegis

Now I bet your wondering about protecting what you've claimed, huh? Well don't you worry, through a mix of deterrents, fortifications, and traps, your going to be safe as a bug. Bugs have to sleep however, which is why I stress teamwork. There is no lone soldier for long. Let's start off simple, razorwire up any crawlspaces. You can make razorwire with straightrazors, a soldering iron, and thick wire. Hell, soldering nails onto the ventduct floors will do the trick too. Hang some cans to make noise, but whatever you do... Protect your blindspots. Its the first thing they teach you in the army, and its an important lesson. IF you can rig explosives, so be it. Here's a nifty landmine trick you can make from a pushbutton switch, a 9v battery, a model rocket solar igniter, and an explosive of your choice.

Take the wires from the push button and connect one to the 9v battery, the other to the igniter. Now take some thin stereo wire or otherwise thin wire to connect the igniter to the other end of the 9v. You have your landmine trigger already made. Put this inside of a paintcan or whatever, taping them along the sides of the inside. Put the pushbutton up through a hole in the top of the can or whatever, gluing it into place. Now all you have to do is bury your igniter into the explosive. Below are a few quick ideas for explosive contents.

Line the bottom with SolidOx, a small amount of astrolite, or even a fertilizer bomb. Then fill the can with nails! Alternatively, fill it with napalm, or straight gasoline in a pouch. Any debris will do the trick as well. Or, fill the whole can up with astrolite and keep it away from your home :p

To make napalm, you simply need gasoline which you pour into a large bowl, and add in those melty styrofoam pellets. Mix it in slowly, without touching it or breathing it! It'll last for a long time after its mixed, and should be syrupy. Thats it. For better napalm, reach out to my main man The Jolly Roger. http://www.skepticfiles.org/new/078doc.htm

Explosives are fun to experiment with if your safe about it. A lining of solidox on the bottom of a thick metal can makes a great claymore if you top it with BBs, shot, glass, or nails. Trip wires for that can be fashioned with a solar igniter once more. Just have it trip a lever that hits the button... Experiment, your a wastelander now!

But Daddy Kane, what about walls? Oh, right, I forgot you wanted to sleep tonight. If you need your walls reinforced, drywall is hollow and can be filled readily with cement. Most walls in fact are hollow in buildings. As well, piling up sandbags is a GREAT way to buffet outside force for doors or weak walls. Sandbagging is a long, but rewarding art. Teamwork is key. For additional security, rebar buried in the cement as you go, crosssectioned for strength. Windows are a great escape point, but also great for climbing up to the next floor which could be completely shut off from traffic. A rope access saferoom, impossible to follow without being completely vulnerable to your attacks. With a floor that can be plated, sandbagged, and peepholed for easy access to intruders with your various poisons, explosives, and longarms.

Safety in Numbers

Just a quick reminder, community will keep you going. Mutual respect and understanding on one's situation will help you get along with the good natured folk left in this new world. Build something worthwhile, and band together. Just a bit of personal advice from your old friend Janus Kane. I've been travelling the lands for most of my life, and I've made it a point to learn something wherever I go. Micro Expressions WILL save you when dealing with people. We all make these tiny expressions called Micro Expressions, right before we show our intended emotions. And they are exactly the same in EVERY human, minusing stroke victims and the faceless. They reveal how we really feel when we say something or react to something. The vast majority of the time, people lie about their feelings. We may not mean to, or it may be 'harmless', but its important to know when people are feeding you bullshit. Please, my friends, learn a basic science of interacting with other people. Your blind until you do.

http://www.ehow.com/how_5311172_detect-micro-expressions.html

That should do you, mates. It may not be a fallout shelter, but I'm willing to bet you can make it better with some elbow grease and motivation. I've got faith in you my friends, and expect to meet a great many of you in the future. If you don't have a community living under you by then, your always welcome in mine.

Adapt and Overcome, The Precepts of Life
-JKane

The Fortress Files Part 1

2010-10-04T19:17:00.000-04:00

The Fortress Files Part 1
Evading Evasion

Once again, you find yourself at the age old question of the apocalypse. Do you keep moving, or do you find shelter? You've been scavaging the wasteland for days now, and you've made quite the lucrative start. A couple small arms, some explosives and traps, and a beginner's assassin set. All of which you McGuyver'd out of common trash and household objects. McGuyver, by the way, did the voice of the Brotherhood of Steel General in Fallout 2. Now that I've got you thinking about that, let me encroach upon the delicate subject of friends. You can't survive here alone for very long. And if you did, I'm pretty sure we both know you'd be questioning the point of that after too long. We're going to have to start thinking about making a stable base of operations. And the nomad life just isn't for us, too much hit or miss. We can make a nomad hub.

I'd suggest going to GrooveShark.com, making a free acount, and searching for the Arcanum soundtrack from this point forward. At least while reading the Wasteland Chronicles. Which these instructionals shall hence forth be known. Now that we've set the mood, lets talk about location. We're going to discuss, briefly, three main locations. Urban, Rural, and Remote. Each of these will require their own unique flair, but we'll run through the basics real quick.

Urban
Urban zones are great for easy salvage, high resource rate (especially early on), and higher recruit population. They do however make up for those plush areas by an over abundance of everything bad in your life. Be it zomification, ragification, or nukification, theres going to be some kind of opposition out there thats going to want the plush resource environs. Subways add a unique twist to this environment, as do tall buildings. Giving the terrain a much more 3d aspect in terms of tactical placements. Remnant Government cells might also be a cause for concern, depending on your area. But they might also be a boon for their military gear and vehicles. They're like gold in a wastelander's eyes. Agriculture possible on rooftops, central parks, etc...

Rural
Rural areas are less compact than the urban zones, but still offer a rich amount of salvage and resource harvest. The population will be more spread out, but centers of commerce might be feasible within the denser zones, or between several loose zones. The chance of a more wild attack is present here, though hostile population will at least be smaller in number. Depending on your level of commitment to your branching abilities, you might want to start small, and work big. The room for agricultural growth is considerably larger than the urban zones.

Remote
Remote areas can be the safest in some regards, if you're going for the smaller community. Though with proper management, it can be a much larger establishment. Through proper leadership, you could really craft a society in any area. The remote location will offer you the least salvage. Having almost no man-crafted zones, you'd be dealing with raw resources and natural environment. Which is fine too, but will back crafting the more high tech inventions more time and energy consuming. In fact, time/energy management will be crucial in the remote areas at first. So while being safe, getting a stable living situation will be more difficult.

Now, depending on the area you decide to settle in, you'll have to stress over the three main areas of concern differently. Upkeep, Defense, and Shelter. Upkeep is self explanatory, covering the realms of food, water, clothing, medication. Defense encompasses your ability to withstand direct attack, the walls, weapons, traps, height advantages, whatever. While the Shelter exhibits all the creature comfort we call home. That is, running water, sun and wind shielding, bedding, toiletries, electricity, the whole works. Lets assume you didn't need to know about foraging and fishing judging from the polls, so we can assume you have Upkeep mostly in control. Let's instead worry about the place we call home.

High ground will offer you many advantages in line of sight and defensive measures, but tends to leave you trapped should all fail. One could feasible go within the ground for all around protection, but still leaves your feeling trapped. Not to say these aren't valid tactics, but be sure to keep an escape route or three in mind. Three well trapped routes. You could also go the European way and just build your own walls. You will then have to deal with open surroundings however, especially during the building process. Keep in mind, you now have to maintain your energy every day with foraging in some way until you get a home. Keep all of these things in mind. And remain confident, you're one step along the way to having your own town. Lets move into the rural zone, in some towns. Lets wander into a Cabella's, shall we? Replace with Wal-Mart, Cotco, or other super store.

Fortification

What you need are metal grates and ironbar gate doors, solder them together. Make a gateway of some kind, this article is not about making gates. Behind this gate, were going to need a gauntlet. That is to say, a thin path along one wall they must cross through to slow them down, and then a second gate. Next to the thin path, you can have a guard station, or whatever. Its a universal floodgate, and its needed to secure a building. If your ballsy, bank doors are heavy to keep the poor out. The actual dimensions are up to the builder and entrance in question, so I'll keep this broad. We're choosing a floodgate method, ebcause the flood can be watched and controlled by the siderooms, or ceiling walkways. This also allows us to center the traffic in and out of our stronghold. Make no mistake, this is not a tutorial for the soloist today. Teamwork and cooperation can go a long way to making a stable, happy home. We'll get into the main entrances later, let's first talk about closing up holes in your walls.

Ventilation shafts should be stuffed with razorwire if you can find it. It will stop intruders deadon, either from the death part, or from clogging the crawlable spaces. Make sure to bar those windows with cement and rebar, the parking lot will be a wealth of metal sign posts, parking lot bumper rebar, everything you need. Cement can be found in the janitor's room or boiler room generally. Otherwise, hope you're at a costco. Side entrances should be heavily bunkered under, until you have enough to watch more than one entrance. Be sure to check these weak spots periodically, unless your drowning it in cement. Sewer access is a concern, but also a boon. Its tough to get up through the holes if they're covered up, and make a hand escape. You could also wire a closed circuit surveillance or periscope system, to ensure its safe should you need a quick escape. It wouldn't be a bad idea to even make the immediate underground area apart of your fortress.

Some rookie mistakes when it comes to a stronghold include moisture control, food preservation, sterility, and electricity conservation. Anything that once cost money, now costs time. Keep that in mind as you balance new and more into your ecosystem. Keep your food in a dry place, cool if possible. Stick to canned foods and non-perishables. Mind bagged foods, especially potatoes. Anything that is perishable you should keep in a short term storage. While a long term larder could be kept for the bulk storables. A good reference site can be found here.

http://www.theemergencylady.com/longterm_food_storage_000978.html

Refrigeration is very difficult, and honestly besides the old plastic bag in the waterfall trick, its kinda tough to jerry rig. Nothing I could post here short of schematics. So stick to what you got, and treasure every fridge you find!

The roof is a great access to sunlight if you want to do a topside garden. As wel as a fine place for watch towers, and water collectors. Solar panels would make a lovely ornament to complement your own piece of land. But the roof is also an access point. Razor wire those edges, and grease up and handholds within 3 or 4 feet of the top. I could scale a cabellas if I needed to, I'm guessing a really angry and hungry raider could too. If you can get your hands on some motion sensors, theyre battery operated often and can give you an early warning with a light switch. If you haven't seen Evil Dead yet, you should really start carrying a Chemistry and Electronics textbook in your car at all times. Knowledge is power.

Now, lets talk about traps. Just for the entrance, we'll save the rest for the Snares and Traps section. Its quite large. If you can get your hands on some super soakers, you can fill those up with gasoline or something flammable. You can spray them down as a warning, allowing matches to be dropped if needed, or attach a lighter to the front of the soaker and call it even. Just be sure to seal up the supersoaker with gas-proof epoxy, found in marine stores, motorcycle stores, or... Cabella's. Sporting Goods are just great.

Show it who the wasteland king really is.

For more barricade fun, you can make some cattle prods. Its even easy! Get a disposable camera, electric tape, and copper wire. All of which should be at cabellas, even if you gotta strip a speaker wire down. The boiler room/janitors closet should be a goldmine at a place that big, so much wire. Take it all apart and remove the circuit board itself. Connect the battery back to the circuit board, and wrap everything except for the two capacitor contact points in something electric proof... Like the electric tape. Make sure you get the right polarities, my friends. Now, when you hold down the button, youll hear it whine a bit, getting louder. Thats the capacitor charging. Don't do that, you still have to attach wire leads from the capacitor contact points, leading up whatever stick or tool your making into your prod. At the end, secure and separate the tips. Making sure to wrap the wires down tight, so they never touch. That should drop their legs out pretty quick. For a cool grenade version of the same camera trick, check out instructables.com sometime.

Next to the black knob, those two points are Contact Points.
The big white button in the middle is the Button.

http://www.instructables.com/id/Taser-Grenades/

In my recent weeks of blogging, while looking for images for my posts, I've been directed to them on multiple occasions. Thought I'd share the wealth of information with my comrades, and continue to dish it out daily from my own experiences.

For those of you that didn't want a community guide, here are some neat tricks to making a temporary shelter in a wooded area. There are alot fo you that don't live near big cities or Cabella's, and I wouldn't want you left out in the dirt... Not without these tricks at least.

Shelter before Fire. Fire is easy, especially with a lighter. Be prepared, make survival that much easier. So concentrate first on getting a place to cover your head. Digging a hole is the first option. This conserves heat during night time, and keeps you cool during the day. Make a low room and over it with foliage. This will prevent a silhouette effect, or profile effect on the horizon. It's best to blend with the environment, so please keep that in mind. Pits can also be used to collect water, either a very deep pit for a well. Or, you could always make a wider pit about 5 feet deep, and stretch a watertight tarp over it at four corners. Just a few inches about the surface of the pit. This will collect the ground moisture, and morning dew, as well as any rainwater that comes in. This will be more noticable, but it can also be a great place to store perishables for a short period of time. Just keep it out of direct sunlight.

Build near a stream. This will provide you with fish and other river creatures, small mammals and deer will drink nearby, water source, and a valid place to get electricity. Falling water is like nature's slave labor, use what you've got, its free and plentiful. If you can score hickory bark, you can boil it down for it's salt. OR just get salt, and attract deer. Another great natural resource for bone weapons, fish hooks, meat, sinew ties and rope. Mashed brain can be used with salt to cure and tan hides... Oh my friends, we have much to go into if rural is your choice. Should this be your thing, vote for the Foraging and Trapping section. I went into a bit of a tangent, so let me digress. Stay sharp, stay in shape. Theres no point in having a stronghold if you have nobody to hold with, so keep that black band on your arm brothers, I'll see you on the horizon in our next installation of Wasteland Chronicles!

-JKane

For my Loyal Followers, and Lovers (You know who you are...)

2010-10-03T11:39:00.000-04:00

I really hope you guys know how much I put into this whole section of our online world. Your input has excelled my motivation both here but also in life ten fold. I was promoted at work and scored an entire contract for my company. I signed up for college, after much deliberation and putting it off for a year or so. I'm working out again, trying to get back the 20+ lbs of muscle I've lost since the army. Thank you all, you've done so much for me whether you meant to or not.

I thought you should be aware of the implications of kindness and support. How much it can effect those around you. So next time it seems like it isn't worth smiling at a stranger whose having a terrible night on the side of the highway with a busted tire, a nagging wife (whose legs just won't stop until her tiny shorts), and the rain coming down hard... Stop on by, hope its not an ambush to get your boots, and show them people are all in this together.

On that note, you all (except one of you) voted for me to post some of my drawings... I'm a bit shocked at the decisive vote, but I also won't complain! As well, I'm terribly sorry for the day off I took, but what with the promotion, and the sleepless past 2 weeks, i decided it was worth it, and you would forgive me ;)

Now, as to the pictures, I do commissions and so forth for various online games. People who want their characters drawn for some sort of real-life return to the years they spent playing the same game. Mutefox, there are a couple you might enjoy especially :) They're ALL taken with various digital cameras, and they're all done with a mechanical pencil. I've been drawing for a almost 2 decades, so no promises that these pictures are anywhere close in timeline. But, despite that, I hope you enjoy them, and perhaps this will give you a little insight about who this Janus Kane character is. Without further ado, here they are. And thank you again my friends.

With all my love,

JKane

Improvised Weapons, Part Three: The Saga Continues

2010-10-01T19:38:00.000-04:00

First off, thank you all for helping my friend out, he really appreciates it. I know how hard it is to be new to the blogger world, and I think we all want everybody to feel welcome and at ease. Back to the post, clearly improvised weapons won by a longshot. So, as promised, I'll include a few of the heavier explosive. But keeping in touch with the roots of this saga, only those that could be made with materials found in a household or apocalyptic setting. Before attempting anything, check with the local and federal laws. And don't actually do anything you read here. Of course. Etc. So without further ado...

Improvised Weapons, Part 3
The Saboteur's Handbook

So you've come this far my friends, a week alone in the wastelands. You have a choice of finding safety, food, friends, or high explosives. I needn't tell you which one you choose, you head towards the nearest glassblower factory.

Astrolite
Kicking in the door, you begin to quickly scavenge the place as quietly as you can. Not wishing to attract unwanted attention when your so very alone, hungry, homeless but otherwise well equipped. There she blows... Anhydrous Hydrazine. You see, you blow glass as a hobby, and you used it to remove dimness from the glass. It also happens to be used in the most powerful explosive next to nukes, they say. And by a far shot, I might add. Blows dynamite out of the water. A little product called Astrolite G. Hence why its such a very hard chemical to get ahold of. Sneaking out the backdoor, you find a garden shed about a block down. Snagging a couple bottles of miracle grow for it's ammonium nitrate. Closing the shed door, you lay the containers onto a work table. Which just so happens to have a flat scale. And another container to pour all this into. What an wonderful shed you've stumbled into! You measure and mix 2 parts ammonium nitrate and 1 part hydrazine. You do this slowly, band in a much bigger container, because it bubbles and vapors so much. You dont want it to spill over. You do the mixing part outside, and stand upwind, on account of the poisonous ammonia fumes. While you slowly stir the mixture for another five minutes after its poured in, you fish an electronic or mechanical detonator cap out of the shack's wonderous tool box of oddly convenient items.

What you have is Astrolite-G, and can is a liquid explosive only bested by nukes in blast strength. Twice as powerful as dynamite. Incredibly safe to handle and make, just avoid flames at all costs. And here's the crazy part, you can pour and soak it INTO the ground, and it will remiain able to detonate up to 4 days with the cap. Spectacular stuff. Add 20% of the Ammonia Nitrate's weight in aluminum powder, and you've got Astrolite-A. The strongest in the family, and can be detonated with a compound detonator. A straight detonator can be sued if it is number 8 in strength, but the detonation wont be as large.

Solidox

Check out a plumbing and heating supply store, or a department store with that department. You know, whilst you cruise the wasteland. While your there, why not pick up some SolidOx? It comes in boxes of 6-10 gray sticks, and its solid oxygen. It's most active ingredient is potassium chlorate. Now, if your in california this wont be tough, but you need to find a herb shop and get a mortal and pestle. The poor mans tool to building bigger booms. Grind up a stick slowly, and thoroughly. AVOIDING FLAMES, FRICTION, OR HEAT. Seriously, grind it up and keep your hands in some thick loose gloves for easy removal. Just in case, but itll be alright if your just careful. Very very careful, hence why you wait for a survival situation. Now, weight that powder and mix in its own weight in pure sugar, or pure glucose if you can find it. You now made a solidox explosive, and can be poured into whatever form you want.

Fertilizer Bomb

This is getting fun, right? If you haven't blown your hand off yet, at least. The next one is just as easy as the above. Get some chemical fertilizer from your magic shed, and some diesel fuel. Scavenge up some cotton balls, and a newspaper. You put the fertilizer on the newspaper, make it into a pouch like shape, and put the cotton balls on top of the fertilizer. Orcho or Green Thumb work well. Then pour diesel over the cotton balls. Get a long, long fuse, and light it. And now run despite how long the fuse is, its going to have a 500 square foot radius of carnal, hellfire destruction. I kid you not, run like hell. And please, dont do any of this.

Thermite

Thermite slices on 9/11's support pillars
it goes through anything

I had to dig into my old books for this one, but its called a DC converter, and its on model trains sets. Seperate the wires and strip them down. This shed is looking more and more like an alchemist's guild by the moment. Next, add salt to a jar of water. One or two tablespoons should do the trick. Insert the wires into your newly conductive water, and wait a few minutes to see which one bubbles alot. Thats your positive, tie a nail to that and pop it in the jar, then dip the negative end in. IF the nail is on the negative, youll make rust acid instead. Which is good, but not for this. You need iron oxide, aka rust. Come back in the morning to scrape off your rust harvest, letting it soak in the jar at the bottom. When you have a large quantity, pour out the water and let it dry in the sun for a day. Grind that up in your mortar and pestle until its a fine dust, the kind of dust you wouldn't take out on a friday night to make a few life long regrets. Well... If you were to, for some reason, mix an 8:3 grams ratio of rust to aluminum shavings. They can be filed off of aluminum by hand, or found in stores.

Now all you have to do is light it... Thats the tricky part. Thermite will be a great companion otherwise. The stuff will melt through carbon steel, and straight through an engine block or heavy lock... Hell, it'll melt through all of the above, and the concrete beneath it. You'll need a magnesium strip to get a flame hot enough to ignite this super-product. Just stick a strip in, light, and stand far back.

After Thoughts
That should do you, mates. Just a few final thoughts on the subject, while you have me glued to this tiny netbook, shelling out daily tools to my loyal friends and comrades. I cannot stress enough, that this is not to be taken lightly. Explosives are dangerous as hell, and I'd suggest reading up on every step with the power of google. It's your hand/arm/left side of your body on the line, not mine. And more importantly, you really shouldnt do this unless it is necessary for survival, im pretty sure there are laws against making heavy explosive in your home.

Thank you everybody for the amazing support these past 2 weeks. I've been busy as you all know, getting my website up for a project me and some friends have been working on for the past bit. And then the whole RL bit... just hectic. But I try hard to update daily for you my friends, and your indepth comments mean so much. I read every word you post in my own way of saying thanks, and tell you just how your post affected me. You guys have been amazing, and this is only the beginning for me, mates. I hope you enjoyed this post as much as I did, despite the slight lack of my typical humor and stream of consciousness writing. I felt clearer steps were important in this tutorial ;) If you are following my side project website, then you might like to know I got the .com and am working on a new and sleeker layout. :) Hope to see you all soon, and hear from your minds.

Join us next time, for making Sniper Rifles, Cannons, Scopes, and other PVC Masterpieces.
-JKane

The Female Mind: A User Manual

2010-09-30T17:12:00.000-04:00

We had an enourmous support with polls this time around, mates. Thank you all for chipping in and making my blog that much more lovely. Alot of you leave comments that touch me and make me smile, in ways most countries would find distasteful, if not illegal in certain regions. But probably not the Vatican. (B'Dum-CHSSSH) That was a pedophile joke, followed by a sound effect. I had some complaints about my references being vague, so I'm going to try to make this post a bit easier to understand.

But what about the ladies, Daddy Kane? You promised us 72 virgins!

To be clear, that's bollocks. You've clearly been misinterpreting my words, or mistaking them for another book that you've read. I cannot get you 72 virgins, a pound of hash, or immortality in heaven. I can't help you find nirvana for any longer than 5-30 seconds depending on your use of Tantra. I can't even guarantee one virgin, without breaking a few laws, and to be perfectly honest... It would be morally apprehensible of this humble teacher of tidbits to do so. The fact that you ask makes me more than a little leery of your intent. You're suspect...

The Female Mind
A User Manual by Janus Kane

The first thing you'll have to understand, or at least take with a grain of salt, is that all humans think alike to a certain degree. As well, all humans react alike to a certain degree, even down to how they flirt and smile. Human tribes who to this day have had limited contact with civilization, or only recent contact, still have the same mating habits and facial expressions. Every one of us shares a smile, a frown, a shocked look of disgust. We all twitch the same exact muscle groups exactly to snap-second show a facial spasm, thus conveying our stance to those around us . Why is this important, you may ask... Outloud, and seemingly in vain. By yourself. Well that's exactly why its important. Understand that we can't consciously think to smile or show dread fast enough to react to whatever is happening, and still maintain logical thought and fair control over your motor reflexes. There is alot going on in that brain of yours, check out my early blog on the subject. And because we all respond the same, you can (and probably already do in a few areas) predict and plan for reactions from people. All I'm doing here, is giving you some basics in particular with the female mind, in regards to dropping off your carry-on luggage in her rear compartment. Ladies, maybe you just want to experiment, or continue the experiments from the blurry days in college. Maybe you even just want a platonic relationship with a female, and simply dream of more. Perhaps let her vent for hours about her shitty drunk boyfriend who beats her, but she still loves him because he's really a good guy. And you might even push down the urge to remind her even good guys aren't worth the steel-toe to her ribs, because that's what friends do.

Whatever your reasons, you have come to the right place. you don't have to be a genius, or Don fucking Juan himself to pull in the ladies. It would help if you were a genius, and help even more if you had any social skills up to this point. But for those of you who don't, worry not, these steps are easy to follow. You just need to kick yourself in the ass a bit to get into what I like to call Hero Mode?

Question One, what is Hero Time? Hero Time is not something I would say outloud, but being an anonymous figure here, I don't mind letting you into the rather child-like enthusiasm that is my internal monologue. Hero Time is when a moment in your life travels down the timeline towards your static location in time. (Visualize that... You also learned the basics of Warp Technology, in development now.) This moment has a fight or flight choice, usually quite simple. Do you jump off the waterfall? Do you man up, pull her into a savage kiss despite not getting to the hand holding stage yet, or all the way into the movie theater. Do you unzip your pants in front of a hot chicks boyfriend, stare him down, and urinate on his shoes to express your Alpha Male status. These are all examples of Hero Time that I've run into, and there are alot more. Maybe, if you've been good, you've noticed the internal arguments you have with yourself. Yes, everybody does that. We all trade rationalizations too, you smokers probably know what I'm talking about the best. That voice that's telling you to turn away from the cliff, the voice that flashes images of you inexplicably falling or slipping or losing your balance on the cliff... That's fear. Say hello, this might be the first time you've confronted him fully.

Fear drives us, and keeps us relatively safe, or at the least sheltered. But what fear doesn't do is craft leaders, adventurers, men of science and industry and circumnavigation. It doesn't make heroes. It doesn't make the Alpha Male, and it doesn't save your life in crunch time. Its a preventative measure. If you understand this, you'll begin to see uses for fear. And if preventing yourself from talking to girls is your goal, then by all means, stop reading, and pay fear some mind. Because fear is right, your probably going to get rejected. Judged, chided, ridiculed, berated, maybe even blown. Yeah, you could get blown. I said it. But all of those things, minus the oral sex, won't hurt you in the least. Bracers could cause a complication in the latter. As well as epilepsy.

Step One
Be Confident

Many people go into a situation thinking what could go wrong, how they can avoid that, what if this happens, etc... Many people strike out and crawl home to cry, thinking they aren't worth shit. And some people aren't worth shit, depending on their health and the areas inflation rate of shit. But you aren't one of those guys, those guys don't exist to you. Your a fucking god of your own world, and nobody can tell you otherwise. People enter your world, not the other way around my friends. Not to say you shouldn't be respectful of the other Gods, but your the alpha God. You control this amazing machine that is your body and are able to excel in any area you choose to repeat over and over and over again.

You see, people respond to confidence, yourself not witheld from that group. Whether or not we like it, we all respond to key factors about somebody. An unpleasant frown, a tear brewing, a hardened brow. We respond to that, because our brain i keyed to, its why we make the expressions in the first place. Perhaps you can see the wisdom in knowing how your brain works now, the possibilities it unlocks are endless. Females in particular, in this culture especially (america for me, but it seems very much universal) respond to dominance. This can be the steel toed dominance if played right, or the more acceptable and harder to master way of the confident nice guy.

So try this, go up to a girl in a casual setting, like a bookstore or coffee shop. She should look something like this, but lonelier. Avoid bars, clubs, anywhere you wouldn't want to meet your girl. Don't think about how easy it'd be, aim for your own areas. And if clubbing is your area, I really can't help you. Go up to her and ask her about something shes doing, connect with her immediately. Plant the seed. If she has a book, know something about it and mention you had just read it. Even if its Dean Koontz. Make eye contact, smile naturally, she isn't judging you. In fact, you are judging her. Try it with strangers, stare them down with a confident smile, watch how they react. Do this, introduce yourself, make that personal, friendly connection that tells her your the only one in the room she knows.

Excuse yourself, because you suddenly have to go somewhere, or you should really sit down on account of the hot beverage you have in your hand. She probaly won't ask for you to join her, but if she does go for it and good luck, skip to step three. But more than likely...

Walk away. Always end the engagement, though not in a rude way. This is a guide for nice guys.

Step Two
The Face

At this point, your already shame free. You made a casual, noncommital entrance, and then sat nearby to enjoy your caramel mocha orange soy frappachino in a vente cup. Or in a generic styrofoam cup and crusty bagel for all you narcotics anonymous types. She'll come to you if she likes you or if shes bored, or curious. Shes probably one of the three, so make sure to look up as if you didnt know that.

It works like this, mates. Women have had a long, long history of having men prove themselves for their affection. You've probably notice how they date assholes when theyre younger, right? Assholes are confident, they also piss alot of people off. They shit all over everything, and chicks dig it. But not you my faithful friends, not you. You're confident because you know it's not the end of the world... It is in fact not a big deal at all. She'll melt away into the hazy purple gray that masks time and space away when your not holding its attention. Just another fish in the pond, no matter how thick dat ass was.

Act like it's not that big of a deal, alot for you get nervous, I'd wager a guess. It's just not necessary. Take this advice, practice on strangers somewhere where you wont be known. Make a persona that you want to be, the perfect image of yourself. Throw in anything you want, change anything you want. Its a fictional, fantasy character. Now go out and be that person, really step into his habits. You'll find immediately that people will respond differently, and they will respond to your character, rather than you. You just figured out that people are programmed. To be true what your doing now is programming yourself. Our brains work extremely well with repetition, if you do it long enough, you become it. Accents can be learned, mannerisms can be picked up.

Excuse me, Mr. Kane? I know you hate interruptions, but wouldn't that be dishonest? No, your persona is a conflagration of past events hitting you and some genetic dispositions. But the vast majority is the world hitting you with situations you have to adapt and learn from. If you make that a part of your life, you will literally become that person. Make it a game, hell, there are games called Larping if you can stomach the 500 lbs fireball slinging guy in every crowd. Try it out on here, your anonymous anyway. But for Kane's sake, just practice it. That alone will change your life.

Step Three
The Hook

Females love sex. If they don't, they probably aren't your thing. But most do, and most think about it constantly. Most want your dick before you even walk up to them providing you put any effort into maintaining your body, hygiene, appearance... Unless you have an accent. You may sacrifice two of those three attributes if you have an accent.

Don't believe me? Check out this rather convincing pictorial to the left, or this link below.
http://www.answerbag.com/q_view/114186
The power of world wide information.

Keep that in mind, because now you hold the key. As I said earlier, they are very much used to being pursued and having men prove themselves. So what we do, the confident nice guys, is use the same trick. Have a normal conversation with the girl, shes just a girl. In fact, think about other girls while you talk to her, maybe even glance at a few in the overpriced coffee joint you chose, because you like the idea of tainting the privileged with your lower class filth. Talk about her, let her talk about you... Though she will likely talk about herself. Now, your interested, but once again, noncommittal. There's a very large ass by the counter, and some heaving sweater puppies doing toe touch stretches just outside the window. Let me stress, there are alot of options. She's entering your Domain.

Look, I hope you've met people, ask her about what she does, college the same basic shit you'd want people to know about you. College is good because you can find something to relate to there almost every time. Oh yeah, what classes? The Study of Indigenous Bottomfeeding Fish in the Atlantic Coasts? I was thinking about taking that course too, how are you liking it? The simple fact is, my friend, is that people like to talk about themselves. Because we all want to be immortal somehow. Or whatever your personal belief is, it's true regardless. Don't take my word for it, read a book!

Step Four
The Blow Jay

Now that you've successfully spoken to a girl without creaming your pants, or soiling them in public it's time to move onto the next stage. Now, again, keep in mind. All these steps should be taken with a bit of judgement depending on the girl your talking to. Remember, you are whoever you say you are, adapt and overcome. This girl likes you, it's very obvious because she is still talking to you. Her eyes have glanced at your crotch no less than 3 times a minute, go ahead and check that out for yourselves too. She wants you to whip that manmeat out so fast, it'll blow HER away. Cheesy joke, but it goes with the pic. Shes hot, bothered, and is repressed through social values to keep all that to her mysterious, thick hipped self. But right back at her, right? Offer to go somewhere, or to 'hang out at your place'. Maybe she'll say yes... And based on todays standards with premarital sex, she probably will if you haven't blown it yet. But if she doesn't, no worries, you never have to see her again unless your looking for the kind of girl who doesn't felate dudes she just met that day. Because she'll felate them all, you're a god, but not the only one ;)

When your at your place or somewhere allowing privacy, it's crunch time. Remember your practice, and saty confident. At this point, understand, she has followed you to a private location to continue the 'conversation'. This is the mating game, and its going exactly as planned. Please notice, throughout this whole process, you have the opportunity to see that she WANTS to talk to you. people like to be known, and appreciated by somebody they respect. And you can't respect something that worships you. So stay confident, and put that arm around her the moment you sit down next to her on the couch with a movie on, or whatever your down for. Your already on the final stretch, home base is right ahead, and it's in the glorious shape or an otherwise talking mouth. It's your job to fix that, in a respectful way.

As a side note, on the subject of respect, realize she's putting your penis in her mouth for an elongated period of time. This is a pretty big step if you think about it, and deserves a few words of appreciation, moans, slaps on the ass, and otherwise good natured ways of saying "Don't stop, I'm so goddam lonely." You can cry yourself to sleep another night, tonight, she dines on dick.

But Janus... That doesn't seem very nice. Well, neither does shoving a guys face into her pussy, an open wound thats hopefully well kept. In fact, nothing about sex is pretty if you think about it. That is in fact, why sex is so wonderful. Its that time when you can bask in those natural healthy chemicals that make all that not matter, and allow you to fully release. Very good for stress relief, and blue balls. So don't be afraid to get a little kinky, chances are she'll like it and like you more. If not, you really don't need to see her again anyway, if she didn't appreciate you. I mean... you already got the BJ.

For anybody looking for some simple tips, rather than a lifestyle change, I'll number them below so you can get some hoodrat bitches. Go to the club, you filthy bastard.

1. Eye contact, confident smile, approach like you know she wants you... Just don't grin all creepy like, its what mirrors are for.
2. Get in close, when your skin touches for more than a few seconds around 30 of them, you trade chemicals that last for quite some time. Get in close and grind dance, your already in the clear. In my experience, chicks grind on almost anybody at a club. They're there for a reason, and it's not to enjoy the festive environment. Unless your talking about the festive bathroom stalls with an anonymous stranger.

3. Don't be afraid, just go for it. If your not willing to make a solid change in your personality, your likely doomed to a life of monotony anyway. You aren't going to go anywhere. But worry not, you can make up for it in sheer repetition. 1 out of 4 girls will sleep with you if you ask, thats an average, not a set number for every group of people. Be logical, don't go to church... Probably.
4.Wear a condom. Seriously, your in a fucking club. Nobody wants anything you can pick up from a club. Be it an STD, alimony payment, or a stab wound... It's always good to have a condom. (See my next chapter on Improvised Weapons for more info on using a condom to thwart an attacker)

I hope all this helped mates, give me some feedback on anything more specific you'd like me to go into. Throw your own tips on here, alot of people could use them. Leave no brother behind.

A word for my female readers. I am not a sexist, and would be more than willing to write an equally one sided view from the woman's perspective. This is a guide for frustrated men or curious women, I'm a sarcastic guy. Take no offense, your my brothers too, sisters.

Actually a pretty nice guy,
-JKane

Locks, a Temporary Annoyance

2010-09-29T04:38:00.000-04:00

It was a close one, my friend, very close indeed. Almost had a three way tie with that last poll. No worries, my faithful followers, the topics will be there tomorrow ;)

Many of you may suffer from the unfortunate birth defect of being born into a corporeal body, and thus cannot pass through doors like the rest. This guide is for you. Another quick and easy way to make your life easier, and your enemies lives harder. Just make sure it's a real enemy, and not something I'll have to testify in court for in the future. To understand how to pick a lock, you must first understand the internal mechanisms held within that steel-clad box of security.

A lock has 3 basic parts. The plug, the shell, and the pins. The plug is where you stick your key into, its a long cylindrical tube. The plug is held within the shell, which is simply the outer part of the lock. It's also where the pins enter to lock it. There exists a place called the Shearline, and simply put., its the space between the plug and shell. Inside the tumble lie pins, usually 5 of them, but some have less or even more. the pins themselves are split into two pins, one resting ontop of the other. The goal is to raise each pin enough that the split in the pins matches the Shearline on all pins.

How do you do this? Well, you buy or make some lockpicks and a tension wrench. The Pick/s are used to rake, scrape, bob and dip along those pins, puhing each down slowly, or raking across them at varying pressures. The tension wrench turns the plug as you do so, locking the pins that set into place one by one. So very simple to explain, but difficult to master. So let's go a bit deeper, shall we?

First thing you need is a tension wrench. This has to be a long, thin strip of steel or other strong metal, a bobby pin won't do.For a solid piece of metal already pre cut, ground, thinned, and heat treated, find the nearest car, and take their windshield wiper blade. That is, assuming the car is abandoned or yours. The metal strip behind the rubber wiper blade is strong and the perfect size, and come in a variety of widths for different sized locks. Take a wrench, and bend about a 1/4 inch from the tip into a 90 degree angle, and twist gently about half an inch down from that. Twist only a half turn. Next, put it in your pocket.

Second piece of equipment you must craft is the pick, or picks. A true locksmith might have up to 72 picks for various needs (I carry a 24 set), but we'll stick with your basic rake. The rake will be used for sliding in and out, up and down inside of the tight, quivering walls of the tumbler. This action is refered to 'raking', hence the name. For this, you'll need to grind or cut another metal strip. You only need about a 1/2 inch maybe more of pick at the tip, so lets grind it into a pattern like this. If you're careful, you could even use metal snippers, just don't snip too hard. Wrap the base in a nice handle of your choice, and put it in your pocket.

Now you're ready for the seemingly fun, but really actually quite annoying task of picking a lock. Insert the tension tip, and push down gently to turn the lock the proper, left direction. Insert the rake and begin to gently rock it up and down inside, moving in and out just a little bit. You should feel the lock stiffen some when a pin clicks into place, keep working those pins with trial and error until CLICK. You'll hear it, and you'll want to roar out in triumph.

But... But Daddy Kane. I can't seem to do it.Thats just fine, nancy boy, here are some other tips to consider adding to your repetoire.Make some more tips if you want, but the rake should pop anything but the trickier locks. The real trick is practicing your patience, and gently rocking motions. Fine tune that thing, and it will open unto you as a flower in spring-time. Get yourself a cheap padlock, secure it with a vice or something, and practice away. You might be surprised how quickly you catch on. As I said, easy to teach, hard to master.

Things to watch for. Many high end, expensive locks can include internal traps to confound the would be burgular. A shell might include side slots with pins in them. When the plug is twisted, the pins drop down and lock it into place once more. This blocks the 'bumping' type of intruder, a style of crude lockpicking, more so than it hurts the true lockpicker. When you run into this, simply repick the dropped pin, easy as pie, and you dont have to line anything up.

Some locks might even have an "I" or "T" shaped top pin. This will easily turn your hardened, emotionallly bottled self into a quivering pile of tears and shattered dreams. if your not careful. It's designed to jam the lock if its being picked, flat and simple. The "T" side will drop down when you're raking with a tension wrench, notching onto the edge of the shell, and held there by the the pushing plug. You now have to recenter the plug, push the pins carefully all the way up, and gently try again, keeping the pick high to keep the pins high. The trap pin's edge is barely a milimeter in height, so theres not much room for error. This ornery bastard will take your time from you, and call you a bitch for trying.

To be clear, there are a few kinds of traps and safeguards. But they're mostly in the high end locks, found in high security areas. But this should do for a solid Beginner's Guide.

Next... The Combo Lock. This is a little easier. In fact, it's alot easier. The first step... Is to make a pick. Yup, we're going to pick the combination right off. Get a soda can, and cut off the bottom. Now, cut a 2 inch wide strip, and about 3 inches long. In the middle, cut a rounded V shape to about halfway up the width as shown, and then fold over the top to make the length thicker. Wrap the jimmy on the opening side of the padlock's U Bolt, sliding it downwards so the V tucks inside of the lock, against the U Bolt. Then just twist, it'll break the connection between the locking hook, and the recessed divit on the U Bolt. Pull down on the padlock, it'll pop right open.

Hope you enjoyed, mate, don't use this in anyway that will get me in legal trouble, please :) Feel free to vote for the next topic, my avid followers will notice a few familiar ones.

-JKane

Improvised Weapons, Part Deux

2010-09-28T03:36:00.000-04:00

For the record, 'How to Properly Empty your Bowels' was just one vote short of becoming a merged topic with 'Improvised Weapons'. Which would get messy. Be glad I didn't use my swing vote.

Improvised Weapons, Part Deux
A survival guide by Janus Kane

Well mates, by another swing of popular demand, you want to be ready for the coming apocalypse. Or bring it about... Which I can't publicly condone. Last we left off, you had a very carefully held shotgun shell grenade in one hand, and a wrist mounted crossbow with no less than a bag full of darts.On your chest crossed belt, you keep your vial of nicotine. With a rugged face, and hardened eyes, you press onwards out of the shattered cityscape. Hark, there in the distance... Smoke rising from the woods. It sounds like a small group of men. This situation could get hostile, and your still limited.

No worries, you passed by a fabric store on the way. Quickly, you backtrack, keeping to the back alleys and rooftops when available. Making sure to avoid any people for the time being. You creep through the roof ventilation system, and enter the abandonded store.

Ghillie Suite

1.Grab yourself some camo pants and blouse as a base, or coveralls. Its really up to you, i prefer the maneuverability of the two piece, personally.
2.snag up a bunch of burlap and dye the sheets from dark green, to medium green (depending on terrain and season, use your best judgement with colors. You're a warrior now, and wits are your life.)
3.Cut the burlap into varying strips two to three inches in width, and half a foot, to a foot in length. Mix them up for a good, unmatching mix.
4.I' told you can just staple or sew them to the base clothing, but I'm adding three more steps.
5.The front of your pants you coat with hot glue, especially the knees. Make sure it seeps into the fabric. Now repeat that step with the front of the jacket. This is for crawling, which youll do alot of.
6.Get some loose and thin netting, about an inch wide for the holes. Sew that onto the entire back of the jacket and pants. Sew it on a little taut, and add sewing to the center and such for added stability. Wrap your arms in it now.
7.Tie the burlap strips onto the netting in a thick, overlapping, disorganized manner. You want to break apart the V silhouette underneath your arms, between your legs, knees, next to your neck, etc... You've got tons of Vs on you and they all give you away.
8. For added effect, do the same with a Boonie Hat. And wrap your firearm in the netting and burlap, making sure your scope is free from blockage. That is, if you have a firearm or scope... Which you dont.

Slowly, you stalk out of the city and towards the forestline, dropping down and crawling slowly. Making sure to do the following.

1.Keep your silhoutte away from the horizon, meaning never stand or crawl on a hilltop or ridge crest. You don't want sky or brightness behind you. If you do, the camouflage isn't registered, and your perceived as a human silhouette.

2.smear dark natural colors along your face, darker colors over the high points of your face(cheekbones, jawbone, eyebrow ridge, top of forehead), and lighter colors on the sunken in parts of the face (cheeks, eyes, chin divit,above the eyebrow ridge) You can experiment, but you want your facial features to be broken up by false shadows and stripes and blotches. Tiger strips work well too, but be sure to not make lines, smear the stripes in. The edges should blend a bit. For best effect, use waterproof camo paint at the army navy store. Make sure to get the back of the neck, ears, etc... Anything skin. Avoid straight lines like <-- this guy, unless you're too goddam badass. But try to apply various lengths and styles of strokes based on the environment, you want to blend and break up.

3.Stay still. Or creep like molasses uphill.Seriously, ants should think you are food. The human eye naturally tracks movement.
4.Keep your form low, and practice crawling with a longarm if you have one, it's tough to lowcrawl and hold a firearm.

Now that you're invisible, you crawl through the high foliage, coming upon the small clearing where three armed men are playing cards. Two prisoners are unconscious or dead, tied to a tree. Slowly, you creep up and drop 3 drops into the cup of coffee one by a log. *crack* You break a twig, snapping the eyes of all three towards the forest line. Staring you down... And then past you, and all around. One gets up, moving to stand on the other side of the log in front of you. Flicking on a battered flashlight, he shines it into the trees, and on the ground. He shines it right over you, its all over now you tell yourself. But he instead just takes a sip of his coffee, and moves back to the game. You've got to work quick now, aiming your tiny crossbow with a prayer, you launch it 11 feet through the air with a soft twang, sticking the poisoned dart into the back of another's neck. Grabbing it with a surprised yelp, he stands up with a shout, grabbing his weapons and thus alerting his friends to do the same. But you have an ace up your well hidden sleeve, flicking the single shotgun shell straight at their feet to explode in an ear cracking bang. Not wasting a moment, you dash hard and fast to leap at the stunned, final enemy. Knees first, you break ribs as you collide, carrying him to the ground below you. With a quick jab to his throat, you sweep up his weapon and collide it down into his face again and again with grunts of exertion and determination. Your camouflaged face splattered with the once pulse-ridden corpse's life blood. You take time to study the captives and supplies you've captured.

Whats this, a surprise! Yeah, daddy Kane didn't forget your needs. Amid the supplies you find a big glass jug, two gallons of gasoline, and a snake bite kit.

1.Put in a few drops of Gasoline, cap it, and swish it around gently to coat the inside of the jug until it evaporates.
2.Add a few drops of Potassium Permanganate from the snake-bite kit.
3.Throw it... Very far. Use a big ass ground mounted slingshot if you need to, it packs about half a stick of dynamite.
4.After you throw it, gravity should do the rest. It explodes upon breaking.

Stick around, and I'll teach you all about Astrolite, Plastique, Thermite, Solidox, and Fertilizer Bombs. Hope you enjoyed, don't do any of this, etc...

-JKane

How to Kill a Charging Man with a Cup of Tea

2010-09-27T05:21:00.000-04:00

If you haven't noticed yet, the top left of my blog has a poll. :) Updated every time I make a new post, daily. Just pick the subject you want me to go into, and my mind will do the rest. If you don't actually read my posts, I suppose you wouldn't even see this far. Those of you who made it past three sentences, give me your suggestions ;) I'm all about my readers.

Improvised Weapons
A survival guide by Janus Kane

So you've decided not to lay down and take it, when flesh hungry undead are clawing at your hopefully tear-proof clothing. OR when commies invade our soil, and have to defend ourselves against Country X, Terrorist X, Monster X... Whatever. Well Daddy Kane is here to make sure everyone of you has at least a mediocre chance to survive in an otherwise life-altering environment.

So you've got some shotgun shells? Yeah, I bet you do. You've got all that powerhouse ammo, and not a single shotgun to your post-apocalyptic name. Which is probably going to be something really cheesy, like Striker, or Shadowblaster. I can't wait for the information generation to hit post apocalyptia.... You are in luck.

Take the shell, some tape, and a saltine. Now find yourself a thumbtack from the nearest Betty Grable poster, or whatever you kids stroke off to nowadays. Place the saltine upon the back of the shell, the metal side. This will prevent your fingers from exploding, an unfortunate side effect of discharging shotgun shells in your hand. Secure the crackery treat with the tape, to the shotgun shell back. Now, ever so gently, place the tip of the thumbtack through the saltine. Don't you fucking push hard, its just a saltine, and doesn't deserve what you're about to do to it. So don't be a jackass, to your hand, and to the cracker. Tape the tack GENTLY into place. You now have a grenade.

Oh, you don't want grenades? Double up on saltines, or triple, until the tack spike is completely hidden by cracker layer. Tape it under a newly loosened floorboard, behind a door jam, or to your forehead to really surprise your foes.

You want a grenade launcher? Well get a bow, and arrow. Aluminum arrows, please. Empty out the shot from the shell, keeping the saltine cracker and tack in place of course. (look, it doesn't have to be a saltine, but they work great for snacking as well.) Now ditch the arrowhead, its purpose has been outlived. Fill up that hollow aluminum arrow shaft with fine grade black powder, OOOO grade if possible. Though anyhting that explodes will work, I guess. Put the shaft, into the shelltube (smirk) and tape or glue it into place. Boom, explosive arrow frag grenades.

Let me guess, your on the third stage, and you don't have shotgun shells yet. You probably missed the secret area. Thats just fine, the apocalypse has a place for you as well. All you have is say... An office supply store. Janus, how do I make a crossbow? Many of you have emailed me with this query, and I have just the thing for you.

Get two pencils, number 2 or otherwise, and put them next to each other. Tape them together, leaving an inch on both ends for the rubber band. Now do it again, and tape them together into a roughly vertical cross shape. Next step, is to get a bunch of pens. Take on of those pens, and discard everything but the ink tube, and the outer plastic shell. Take that outer tube, and tape it along the cross' vertical length on top. Those inktubes are going to be ammo, so get all you can and heat/seal the writing tip off. There will be some sticky stuff inside the back of the inktube, place a pin in there. The goo will hold it. Tape that in. Grab one or more rubber bands and stretch them across the horizontal length of the cross, fitting them between the pencils. Tape the ends up to keep it in place. Now tape the center of the bands together and form some kind of inktube holder. Now the important part, wrap a rubberband BENEATH the plastic outer tube, and ABOVE the pencils. This will add elevation for proper firing. All thats left is to put in a pin arrow, stretch it back, and implant into the nearest hostile, unarmored source with a bloodstream.

Wait, Janus! But a pin won't kill anybody, and all I have is this can of chewing tobacco and/or dip. Well thats fine, if you can make sun tea on your porch, you can make a deadly psychedelic poison. There are alot of ways to do this, and they all suck. You'll get unpure nicotine, and you'll just end up making your attacker feel less stressed. And in the mood for a cigarette, which he will smoke after he is done raping and skinning your body. (In the wasteland, you waste nothing of your kill, clearly.)

Take as much of the stomach wrenching glob of tobacco as you can, and throw it into a big jar.. Pour in water, just enough to cover up the plant feces. Let that sit in the sun for a good week, longer makes a better poison. Alternatively, you could simmer it until the waters gone, but it wont be as potent. After the week, drain it through a cloth of some kind into a clean, empty, seal-able, and liquid safe container (which will be everywhere in the wasteland, I'm sure) Squeeze that cloth until all the tobacco juice is wrung out, and toss both the rag and tobacco wad. Leave the container in the sun again for a day, and you SHOULD find yourself a thick black goo. If you didn't, you used nicotine free dip, and you must start over again. Put the goo in something that would look badass as a poison container.

Now either throw two or three drops into their food, drink, sex jelly, whatever works for the enemy that is charging at you. Offer him the cup of tea, and wait for him to have a psychedelic high, followed by heart failure. You could also dip your hand crossbow darts into it... But that wouldn't be classy, sir.

Don't do any of this. It's in no way illegal, but don't do it.
-JKane

...Don't do it.

Forever Upon a Time

2010-09-26T03:59:00.000-04:00

We all see it. We see the age grow slowly in our loved ones face, destroying their body and collapsing their wit. We've seen paint peel, shells turn to sand, hell we even invented the watch. And it's always been assumed that time only goes in one direction. But imagine existence without time, or without space. Send your mind with me up and out of the three dimensions we relate to. In fact, before we do that, let's discuss the Flat Man.

The Flat Man is an idea that a 2 dimensional man would live in a likewise 2 dimensional world. Imagine this as a long strip of paper, with no real thickness. Just a length, and a width. Place the Flatman upon this strip of paper, if you will. Now, hypothetically, to introduce a flatman to a third dimension, you would twist the stirp and connect the ends. Making whats referred to as a Mobius Strip, depicted on the left. The flat man travels along his world, from one side of the paper... To the other... And then back to his original starting point. He only ever went straight ahead, but because he could not see how the third dimension twisted and writhed, he ended up doing a full circle. Now, imagine the flatman is in fact, a round man. You just discovered time.

Awhile ago, astronomers discovered something that made us all look a little smaller. Hell, it made us rethink the word insignificant. If you look up right now, you'll probably see stars. If not, move out of Croatia ( :D You're my favorite fan, fyi) and find a timezone thats dark. Those stars up there, 99 percent of them are galaxys, not suns or solar systems. those dots... Contain hundreds, up to trillions of stars each. Fuck you christianity. To truly appreciate the depth behind this, I want you to look at the difference between a smalltime local street musician spending time with his fans, and then go see Metallica and ask for a signature during one of their suspiciously similar songs. Any of them will do.

Time, in past theories, has been a series of cards stacked together, with a blueprint of the universe on each one. When you flip through them, you get time. We believe currently that gravity wells change how fast time flows... To understand this modern theory. Find a tarp(not a typo), and stretch it out tight. Now throw a basketball in the center, and watch it sink. If you can imagine doing that on a 3-d blanket, you'd get the idea. Well, there's nothing saying that's true, it's accepted.The fact is, we aren't even sure if the expanding universe model is even close to right. Its simply well ahead of us. but heres something to ponder.

The universe is moving all at once, to assume a chain of events in the theory of 'timeslices', one after another, it would assume there was a set state of the universe at any given point. 'Timeflow' is a theory where the folds of time are more like a wave format, twisting and curling about itself. Where rather than the past creating the future, the present shapes the future, and records the past. Interesting... Let's go deeper.

Follow me on a journey, briefly, to a place where time is one object, and our universe is contained therin. In all its glory, from birth to decay, a pulsating, swirling mass of energy. It begins, it pulses up, and dies away. Now we jump to the fifth dimension... I need you to stick with me here. Let your minds free, it may get tricky. I suggest Master Kush. The fifth dimension is a place populated by these self contained universe cycles, in the form of hypothetical time bubbles. What that looks like... Hell if I know. But you've seen the Neverending Story, right? Your universe, is the book. And it will look like those fucking memory balls from the second one. Just roll with it. These pulsing puffs of light form something else, ever moving in its own unique way to form... Whatever. I'm a firm believer in the illusion of free will, and the existence of cause and effect. If you get good enough at any sport, social structure, business or the like, you'll find yourself thinking well ahead of the actual events that are playing out. Its all probability, but it serves the purpose here. I typed this out because of decisions I made in my life, leading up to this. Keeping in mind, that everything we do can be thought of as happening at once. We're the self-aware probes of the universe, growing up from the bits of elements that we're composed of. The trillions of lifeforms that work together in our body to push our probe(snicker) into the future, and give the universe self awareness. (Very deep, I know) This universe, which is just one bit of information in a larger construct of time, within the fifth. The sixth, is as you can imagine.

Now we reverse completely, stop looking at the bigger, and start looking at the tiniest details. Look at a cell, and the colony that thrives within that. Look at the cell itself, and the tiny bits that make it up. Look at the atoms, and the quarks within that. Watch your detail get fuzzier and fuzzier, and more and more alike as you look at smaller scales. Now quick, 1665, you meet a man named Robert Hooke who tells you that everything is made of cells, tiny particles that make up living matter... Well, he tells you about cork's cells. You hit up the hip age of 1830, there at a a frock and gown party you meet Franz Meyen, who informs you that each cell forms an independant, isolated whole that it nourishes and builds up. Something from Parasite Eve reminds you that Mytochondria migrated into our cells, and weren't orignally part of cellular life's structure until it needed the powerhouse energy makers. you get all of this, and then atomic physics hit. Oh, those metropolises of birth and death are made up of tiny particles too.

Before it wears off, zoom out of your mental telescope as fast as you can, from the sixth dimension and back... Go past time bubbles, galaxies that make a trillion stars look like a chump,. Past blackholes and asteroid seas, slamming through the mist that hands around our solar system, stopping our broadcasts from ever leaving our little sphere of Sol's gravity well. Blast past the planets and through ozone, hit the roof of your house and slam into your chair. But this time dont stop at our level, let your mind shoot back and absorb life on all scales, as one entity pulsing and forming itself. Folding in on itself, the tiny particle inside of you holding countless universes, all working together to push your body 'forward'. Think about that...

Welcome to my world. Welcome to insanity.
-JKane

And onto the Children of Information was bestowed a New Age.

2010-09-24T08:56:00.000-04:00

There's often alot of heated talk about philosophical differences. And by heated talk, I mean millenia old religious wars wrecking destruction across our goddam planet. We don't just sell livable planets in bulk, you know. Not even on Chinavasion.com. And like many of you learned gentlemen and gentle ladykind, I have deeply opposed the idea that 'Father knows best.' Yes, father's do know best, when they have evidence of any kind to back it up. We as kids know this is a silly idea when they explain it to us the first time. We might have giggled, or squinted real hard, you were probably a little confused. Now theres invisible people tracking our movements, and judging our actions? And nobody knows what rules to follow? We didn't like it then, because no matter how hard you prayed or sang to a god/pantheon, nothing happened. Cause and effect just kinda broke. But he assures you, god works in mysterious ways. He knows whats best for you. He'll give you the miracle you'll need if you deserve it. He tells you all this, because his dad did. But his dad never told him why amputee's never get a miracle, and neither do aids victims or rabies victims... Well, maybe rabies. But thats rare. My father? Incredibly intelligent, published works, luncheons with reputable authors, two phds, the whole nineyards. He's a diehard catholic. I respect the man to the utmost degree, but it blows my mind how different it is growing up in the information age. I had people who had no identity, and no fear of opening their mind, tell me about their beliefs. I spoke anonymously to hundreds of people in my life online through various games or forums, and got to really see how right we had it. The Children of Information. Because our fathers didn't get that, they got paid broadcasting, and the ones before that, paid gazettes or what have you. But this is the first time people can really see what we're all really thinking about. Mapping the human experience, finding out what makes us human. Finding out how trillions of living colonies can group together in such a complex manner, that it can support free moving, real time reactions and interactions with the world around it. How we evolved into growing organs to support more complex organs, and another brain to complement our other brain. Brewing saliva, semen, blood, pus, and god(heh.) knows what else for future and immediate use. And how our conciousness relates to that amazing biosphere of a machine. I cannot tell you how out of breath I get when I think about how we can change the world. Together, just be teaching and leanring as anonymous does. By questioning what we haven't questioned, and taking nobodys word on faith. The true beauty of an anonymous group, in my ever so humble opinion.

Think of our consciousness as a big, unusually curious momma bear. And our bodies are the cubs. We have an entire world that we are protecting. Not one kind of cub, but hundreds of different species have banded together to unite and form this trillion strong writhing mass of flesh... But cuter. We, the guardians, must watch over our cubs, until they can finish jettisoning seed colonies into other universes, taking a strong hold over it's core planets, and used its resources to build another version of it's old universes. (its a sexual reference).

So every time you scrape your knee, appreciate the myriad of functions and operations your body and subconscious mind begin to fire off in a blazing flurry. Think Chun-Li's kicks in the popular SNES game, Street Fighter. Then realize for all the ability we have to think and command our body, tis functionally retarded in comparison.

image courtesy of media.giantbomb.com

This should clear things up, if you're hazy up until here.

I can't believe in God, because I am God.
And I have no idea what I'm doing, or how I got here.
-JKane

Charming Tips and Well Water

2010-09-23T09:04:00.000-04:00

My Friends,

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/31/health/psychology/31subl.html

Another long one, I know my friends. But you have the guarantee of a man with no reputation or identity... Not only will you find this article fascinating, but that you will also now see the world in a whole new light. I'll keep my thoughts short to preserve your patience. The ability we have to teach ourselves is breathtaking. Not to mention all the key elements of rhetoric, charisma, charming, politeness, smiling, dressing well, brainwashing, and other forms of the word 'manipulation'. Our subconscious mind is like a Hard Drive, or a well. The Conscious mind is more like the CPU, or an overly complicated series of buckets with which to dip into the well. You see where I'm going with this analogy, I trust. When we first see somebody, or introduce ourselves or somebody else, we enter a new object into the Hard Drive. And later, the intricately designed and finely tuned bucket apparatus dips into the RAM, sifting out what it needs using the I'm Feeling Lucky button for every category it needs water from. What the person was like, what you thought about their stance and personality, and a million other questions you need an answer for at that 3 second juncture, and forms it into thoughts. Which we pour into a supersoaker (our mouths) and spray down bitches. on the beach with shards of crushed copper, silicon, and plastic.

Image courtesy of BBC News

I feel the analogy fell apart somewhat, but I'm think that dumbs it down enough for all you tl:dr types. If you don't use the internet often, because your from Croatia (yeah, i saw the usage statistics... I know you're out there.). tl;dr is not an anagram about transexuals, lesbians, bondage or discipline. All of the above were said in a loving, non-pornographic, family-like tone of voice, AdSense. Please don't leave me.

Spreading the knowledge, one view at a time.

-JKane

Google Rothschild

2010-09-22T10:09:00.000-04:00

Go ahead, see what the top 5 links are.

Recently, I saw a movie by the name of Zeitgeist. For the record, it's a terribly produced film with terribly sound effects and choices of 15 minute long strobe effect sound shows. It was not, in any good way, a movie. With that being said, the information in the 'movie' sent my mind racing. Alot of the stuff I already knew, or heard of, or even studied intently. But the family name tied to the various failed cover ups we always hear about in the news, Rothschild... This was all new to me. So I studied, and searched, and made my own ties and connections trying so very hard not to get sucked into the conspiracy theorist stereotype. I'm pretty sure I failed at some points, but I feel I maintained a level of neutrality through the mind surfing event.

Google WTC Support Beams
Google Rothschild Central Banking for an especially scary look at the most commonly known pages about this family's business empire.
In fact... Replace Central Banking with any of these following substitutes in Google.
Hitler
Amero
Illuminati
Israel
Countries

All of these so far were my favorite, but to be fair, you can also try listing any mass media company as well. In the Amero section, they mention 'many of you have heard of the Amero...'. I bet not one of you has, admit it. Countries sent my heart sinking pretty deep. I've heard alot of people ask why a war would be staged... There that is.

A buzz word is a word that politicians, lawyers, lobbyists etc... use often as a tactic to sway others against something, and therefore siding with him/herself. Right Wing. Activist. Nut. Conspiracy Theorist. Bleeding Heart. Zealot. All these send immediate signals to most of our brains that the word used, in that language and setting, marks the other person's opinions as less valuable. Whether we like it or not, we are slaves to the way our brain processes information. The only true weapon against such subversive tactics being of course, knowledge. Knowledge is power.

So basically, the gist of all these Conspiracy Theorist websites, blogs, youtube videos, suicide notes, etc... is a German Jewish family created this 'financial dynasty' way back in the 1700s. When banks ran sorta like mafia families, and thus towns were run like you voted the Godfather into office. But the worlds a big place, and they spread out. Competition arises and falls, and they spread and grow like any good capitalist would out there. They hooked up with hitler and mastered the art of rhetoric, pretty fascinating stuff if you look for it. The war went to shit, but the dynasty now had another area under its financial grasp. A few areas, apparently, what with the conquering and all. So the world evolves, and mass media is born. Peoples opinions can now be sorted by popularity, and the secrets of the brain are slowly unlocked.

Go ahead and wiki how the subconscious brain and the conscious brain interact, it'll unlock so much in your life if you actually know how -you- work. Write that down.

So now were in america, and the great depression happens, and people sell all their shares and money in panic for fifty cents on the dollar. I dare you to google who took in alot of that. I'll even give you a minute. - mass media really takes over, and personalities begin to take shape of popular media icons. Fads don't change, they keep moving. Now we own somebody else's clothing, that hes never seen. We make the same jokes, across the nation, and internationally. Whether you like it or not, the media has shaped us since childhood, even if by proxy. And the people who pay for all of that, the people we pay to use their money to pay them with for earning money... Rothschild. They literally own the money and corporations of the majority of the world, and two more were just added to their list after the Iraq war.

So... This upsets me. Not only is a family slowly buying our world from us, and telling us what to think with people we'll never meet on tv, who do nothing but lie for a living (no offense actors, you use it for love... like a poet, or storyteller) We listen about problems that dont exist in their thought up lives, and we actually find ourselves expecting situations to turn out like that. Not only all of that... But its the most well known thing about their family. Their buying the president office, and starting wars, and toppling governments left and right with only 5 left to go... Those are their most well known traits on Google. And I find google search to be a fascinating view on what people are thinking about enough to search for.

This upsets me because despite everybody knowing this sort of tomfoolery on their part, and i use that term sternly, nobody indites, punishes, or move to halt it's advance. It in fact, has consumed my inner most thoughts for some time now. I wanted to shake people awake, start guerilla marketing cells across the nation getting this knowledge out there... Despite it already being known. I wanted to stand on the Hollywood hills with a sword raised to the sky, and lead my good, intelligent people to a fantastical adventure that would eventually culminate in victory, and shortly after cake.

But, as you can guess, there was no cake. I hear alot of talk of taking over the world and all. And mind you, it does seem to be heading that way. But this all relies on us accepting their rule and money. People as I know them wouldn't let another tyrant rule and control us, they'd have to allow for us to demand for change to happen. So even if we do end up being owned, as most of you probably are depending on the country, we'd still get a government were we have a say. Though their rather free use of mass violence, conspiracies, brianwashing, and the like sort of concerned me. Yes, so I went just a step further. I went ahead and did my research on the human brain, and it was beginning to look bad... Here's an example.

5 monkeys are placed in a cage. On the ceiling is a banana on a stirng, in the center. Below it is a step ladder. Eventually, one of the smarter monkeys gets on the ladder and goes for the banana. But instead of the much desired potassium boost, it activates instead hard jets of almost-freezing water on every OTHER monkey. And then he gets the banana. But when they venture to do it again, all of the monkeys jump on the adventuring monkey... and beat him like anything-goes whore. Well, they take a monkey out, and replace it with a 'new' monkey. This monkey inevitably wants the banana, in fact, they all wanted the banana. Its what monkeys fucking want. But only this new guy doesn't know any better, and decides to just take it. Well, they all beat him down, including the one who was just beaten. He apparently beats harder, and laughs alot. They all start to treat this as a game as more monkeys are taken out, until no monkeys are left who were around for the water spraying.

The beat and laugh at a monkey for wanting the banana, because thats how shit has always been.

But I digress... This whole thing made me think alot. I know, with what I've seen, people won't make anyhting easy, and it's looked like people would own the world before. The other billions of people simply don't like it. But with knowing how we work, and how much -I've- been shaped by media now that im noticing it, im just not sure we can afford to play this waiting game for much longer. We're losing the minds of our soldiers with radio songs everybody just has to know, to the gucci handbag thats simply too good to not drop a thousand bucks to hold your lipstick effectively. Were losing our comrades in africa to gold and diamonds and rubber and ivory. Were losing our brothers, and sister to this just... silly debate about religion, over whose invisible friend is more believable. I'm sure the nomads had a much better understanding of the universe, I'm sure we know is a tiny portion of what we don't know. And that small of a difference doesn't deserve splitting people up in bitter disagreement.

And thats our weapon, mates. We continue to be the kind of people that would help somebody just because your nearby. The kind of people who don't push people down to be higher, but rather lifts them up, so they might rise together. One race, one beautiful, growing race of people. Discovering more and more about our tiny mote of dust we live on, and the ray of light it floats in. The kind of people that you might like to be around.

So learn, evolve, fight the power with your mind, and the power to inspire others. Rise up and revolt against boundaries, rebel against fashions, oppose the importance of material possessions, become what analysts hate the most... A free thinker.

Good day my friends, if you made it this far please leave some of your own thoughts and ideas. Spread the knowledge, we have a wealth of it these days.

-JKane
Long Live the Revolution, Mates.