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If you've never actually seen Logan's Run this won't make a great deal of sense. It's one of those films that you could always count on as a late night feature on some cable channel that has made it into the public zeitgeist, even if the public doesn't always recognize what is being referenced.

The long and short of it is the film presents a future about 200 years ahead after environmental ruin (from war, pollution, etc) have forced survivors into a domed city. The inhabitants, to the best of their knowledge, have always lived there. They are dimly aware of a world outside the city, but have no way of comprehending it or conceptualizing it. In this city, the majority of tasks are automated and humans live mostly for pleasure.

Because of the need to keep the population stable, adult life ends at 29 years 364 days. On this day, called Last Day, the would be 30 year-old citizens step into the Carrousel hoping to be "renewed." It's never actually explained what renewal is, if it is a reincarnation or something greater, but the majority of the population believes it to be true unswervingly. As expected, no one who enters the Carrousel ever makes it out alive. Therein is the population control set up by the city founders long ago.

At the time the story begins, the residents are largely looking at the 6th and 7th generations since the city's founding. One must wonder if any of the original city's founders actually went through Carrousel themselves in a grand sacrifice to show the 1st generation what the belief system was and what was required. Difficult to say.

I'm not going to go into the majority of the film, but the ending I'd like to touch upon. Sufficed to say, at some point our stalwart protagonists decide that Carrousel is a lie, and the residents of the city need to be freed so they can live life beyond 30 and see what lies beyond the dome. The how and whys of this are best left to the film, but in the end, the city's central computer suffers a catastrophic failure and the residents of the city are forced to flee to the outside world.

This is meant to be a good thing in the tale the film presents us. Freedom wins out, life can take its natural course instead of being rigidly controlled, and all that.

I can't help but wonder how long it will take for humanity to die out now that they have left the domed city. You have a population of say, 3-to-29 year old people who have never worked, never really been educated, and have no survival skills suddenly thrust into a world where humanity has been absent for two centuries.

They have little concept of bacteria or viruses, no advanced medicine, and no natural immunity to any of the allergens they will encounter. All of this was provided in the sterile environment they were raised in, and medical care was of an automated technological means none of them has the understanding to replicate. Nor, if they did, would they have the tools to replicate it.

None of them are skilled tailors, weavers, or hunters, and the clothing they will take with them from the city is flimsy and light.

None of them have had to chop wood to build a fire, and not a single one of them has any concept of how much wood will be necessary to survive a winter. None of them even knows how to survive a winter. They don't understand that by relocating south, their chances of survival would increase as the climate would be warmer, because they have no understanding of climatology or meteorology.

They have never had to hunt, farm, or gather fruit. They do not know which plants are toxic.

While the human animal is adaptable, the history of our species is thick with the blood of those who could not survive the lands they were sent to colonize. Will any of them survive to see the next year?

I remember when I first saw this film through much younger eyes that I was happy that the citizens had beaten the Life Clocks and could live on.

Watching it now through much older eyes, I fear for those citizens, and am cognizant of the horror that awaits them.

Ballad of Chell

Apologies in advance, I was in a weird mood tonight at work and this came to mind.

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Come and listen to story of a girl named Chell
Worked in a lab and she did her job well
Then one day she was sleepy as can be
And awoke in lab with springs coming out her knees
Lab? Awoke in a cell, I mean
Concrete walls, Plexiglass windows

Next thing you know, there's a portal in the wall
And a computer voice says "Come on, step into the hall!
We've got a lot of testing and we've got to get'er done!"
So she stepped through the hole and then she began to run

Now Chell began to suspect that ol'GLaDOS's full of lies
Even though she found her own hand-held portal device
But she kept on moving through each new part of the test
Cause with the turrets firing at her she could not afford to rest

Well she ducked and she jumped, and she made it out alive
And GLaDOS went and freaked, "Hey, that's not what I contrived!"
She used her portal gun to try to get away
While GLaDOS did her best to make sure Chell would stay

Chell made it to the room where GLaDOS tried to hide
And waved her finger madly, "GLaDOS you shouldn't have lied!
Because you never gave me the tasty promised cake
I'm gonna drop your Spheres into a room where they will bake."

You know Chell got away and she left the lab behind
And you know Gordon Freeman is the man she's gonna find
And just in case you wondered if GLaDOS did survive
She'll sing a little song and say, "I'll be still alive."

Warning

I do my best to use a headset whenever I'm using my cellphone. Either earbuds with a mic, a full headset, or on rare occasions, I Bluetooth it. I like having my hands free, my neck unencumbered, and my vision properly aligned instead of at an angle, or fixed straight ahead.

This is especially true when I'm driving. If I've been bad and forgot to bring my headset with me, often I won't even answer my phone while I'm driving. When I do answer it without a headset, I feel really, really bad about it and try to get off the phone as soon as I can.

It is for this reason I want to beat the living snot out of everyone I see driving in the city with one hand permanently affixed to their heads who aren't watching where the frak they are going.

The urge to pull them out of their car at an intersection and wail on them with a blunt instrument is very hard to squelch.

I know one day one of these people are going to crash into me.

And they will deny using the frakking thing while driving.

And then I will be going to jail for assault and battery, provided I'm uninjured.
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Worried

It's really hard for me to read news like this.

It seems to happen every 7 or 8 months or so, and it never gets any easier to read. I honestly don't know what should be done about it, the truth of any supposed corruption and the extent it may or may have not spread, or who the legitimate government of Thailand is. Democracy is a slippery item when the losing side will not accept loss as part of the process, and even more slippery when that process has been perverted by those who never believed in the process to begin with.

What I do know is that in 2003 I visited a foreign land called Thailand. I know that many of the people I met there were the nicest, friendliest people I could have met who extended a warm hand to an American who was largely ignorant of their language and their culture. I worry for those people. And I hope they are safe now, and that they are still safe when this is eventually resolved.
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Food is gud fud.

Tonight, I surprised novacheckers with a dinner by candlelight. Fresh salad, cinnamon-honey croissants, wild rice, chipotle-lime tilapia with pineapple, and my favorite Zinfandel called The 7 Deadly Zins.

This has been the best Saturday night at home in a long time.
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Little Magic

There is something absolutely magical in taking a used aluminum foil chocolate wrapper and smoothing it out with a coin. The transformation from solid, crinkled, and rough beneath the fingers to thin, smooth, and slick is nearly sublime. Great care must be taken not to rip the foil as the folds vanish, great patience to ensure you smooth it completely.

But in the end, every second taken to accomplish it is well spent.