Searchlights Of Ethereal Airships

Searchlights Of Ethereal Airships
By Scott Kaelen
From DeadVerse

A spill of light trickles down through canopies of clouds,
searching beams circle along sweeping shores,
directed by the masters of heights long-forgotten
by those who remained, abandoned, their feet in the sands
of this unnamed world, left to rot in favour of distant suns
promising a better future, a tomorrow of shining toys
and neon symbols, painting clinical wisdom on tablets,
not of stone, but machines of light and process and code.

Ethereal airships cast their searchlights on frothing waters,
glistening sand-belts, vistas of wilderness grown to abundance,
a shower of rainbow flora festooned upon meadows in swathes,
now remembered in regret as the masters of skies, and stars,
and science, ask themselves: why did they leave here?
What promise could ever outshine such wondrous simplicity
as this world, whose name, replaced by cold coordinates,
was lost to the knowledge of a flesh-encased yesterday?

It was a time before humans touched forbidden places,
reached and tasted the heavens, learned and changed,
evolved into that which they once had revered in awe.
Their journey has come full circle, back to this untamed home
to find those they left behind so many millennia ago.
They arrive with apologies on their lips, in their lights
interpreted by those below, so far beneath the deep divide,
as nothing more, nor less, than the gods themselves.

2015 in review

My 2015 on in review.
2000 site views and quite a few blog posts (not to mention pages) but not a whole lot else going on here. Broken Twitter and Pinterest “Share” buttons, and completely disappeared Facebook and G+ “Share” buttons. A broken Twitter widget feed. Oh, and still no return of the erstwhile Facebook “Like” button. Is it just me, or were social media sites A LOT better a decade ago?

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,000 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 33 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

A few thoughts on Terminator Genisys

Was I impressed with Terminator Genisys? Well, let’s see…

The CG somehow seemed to be worse than the CG in Terminator 2, and since a whole quarter of a century is separating those two movies, would you say this is justified? Me neither.

First we had Edward Furlong, then we had Nick Stahl, then Christian Bale, now some other bloke (no, I can’t be bothered to check out his name.) Four actors for John Connor. Does that do the series any favours? No, of course it doesn’t.

Linda Hamilton, for me, was the joint main star of the first movie, along with Michael Biehn. She was THE main star of the second and easily best movie in the franchise. Then 25 years later along comes Mindie Clarke, and if I’m honest I didn’t even realise it was her until I checked IMDB after watching Terminator Genisys. Clarke may be enjoyable to watch in Game of Thrones as Daenerys, and she certainly didn’t do a bad job in TG, but her effort was far from as memorable as Hamilton’s in T1 and T2.

I’ve mentioned John Connor and Sarah Connor having received new faces in TG, but there’s also Kyle Reese. Again, I don’t know what this blokes name is who plays Reese in TG, and he didn’t do a bad effort, but it just didn’t match up to Biehn from the original movie.

Okay, Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines pretty much sucked. But was it or wasn’t it canon? Well, yes. That is, until 2015 and Terminator Genisys gets released, to discover Sarah Connor didn’t die in 1997 and that Judgement Day didn’t happen in 2004 but in 2017. So, that’s effectively T3 scrapped, and, quite frankly, rightly so.

In T2 we had what was at the time a spectacular juggernaut / bicycle chase, which still lives up to the test of time. In T5 we get a school bus chase, which isn’t bad, it just doesn’t stand up to its 25-year-old ancestor.

In T2 we see the Guardian Terminator lowering himself into the molten vat. In 1991 it was something of an emotional scene. In T5 there’s a similar sort of scene where Arnie’s “Pops” sort of dies in something like plasma along with the T-3000 (honestly, my attention was wavering at this point.) There’s a scene where Pops’s head disappears into the mess of whatever, and it’s reminiscent of its 1991 precedent, but, again, feels like a cheap knock-off.

Going on from that scene in the plasma (molten metal, whatever) where Pops dies, a couple of scenes later he’s back and looking fine, apparently due to having received an “upgrade” from whatever he was swimming around in. Clearly the nano-centric John Connor giant terminator wasn’t equipped with such basic programming as to allow it to be compatible with a bowl of glowing soup.

Aside from the flaws that I’ve listed, there were probably about ten plot holes, the presence of which (or lack thereof) in no way helps to secure the validity of this movie.

Oh, one more thing: Matt Smith. Yeah, the 11th Doctor Who. I was mildly stoked about him being in T5, but he literally got about 10 seconds of screen time. Will this be justified in a future instalment of the franchise? At this point, do I really care? Do any of us? Probably not.

For fun, this is how I compare the Terminator movies in a relative enjoyment factor to chosen Star Trek movies:
The Terminator – Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan
Terminator 2: Judgment Day – Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home
Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines – Star Trek V: The Final Frontier
Terminator Salvation – Star Trek: The Motion Picture
Terminator Genisys – Star Trek Nemesis

So, the answer to was I impressed with Terminator Genisys, is a resounding “Not particularly.” It wasn’t horrible. It wasn’t as redundant as T3 nor as yawnsome as T4, but it was a far cry from the greatness of T1 and to a greater extent T2. Should they leave the franchise alone? Hell, they should have put it to bed 25 years ago.

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Christ’s Birth Exposed

Christ’s Birth Exposed


Every year on December 25th, some 2.5 billion Christians and a disturbingly large number of non-theists (of which there are currently around a billion) celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ the Saviour of Humanity, etcetera and so forth. What they don’t know is that history has got it very wrong. But, like sheep being led to pasture, they’re all happy to just go along with the celebrations without bothering to question the validity of them. Not me, though. So, let’s begin.

Luke 2:1-4 In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. And everyone went to their own town to register. So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David.

Such censuses were not taken during the freezing winters in Judea, but during the warmer months.


Luke 2:7-8 And she gave birth to her first-born, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them. And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night.

No sane shepherd would have been watching his flock by night during a Judean December, in sub-zero temperatures, and more than likely with ice-cold rain or snow. If shepherds were in their fields, it would indicate the time of year to be most likely between the end of Spring and the beginning of Autumn (Fall).
Unfortunately (for me), there is evidence that suggests the world was warmer 2000 years ago, especially during the supposed time of Jesus’s later life, but not necessarily at the time of his birth. (source) But this would only make a difference of roughly 1°C, and I’m still certain no shepherds except perhaps for a misplaced Wonko the Sane would be sleeping under the stars during a Roman-era Jerusalem Winter.


Luke 1:28-31In the sixth month of Elizabeth’s pregnancy, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. The angel went to her and said, “Greetings, you who are highly favoured! The Lord is with you.”
Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favour with God. You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus.”

John the Baptist’s mother, Elizabeth, was at the end of her second trimester when Mary fell pregnant with Jesus. Zacharias, John’s father, was a priest in the temple of Jerusalem during the course of Abijah, which corresponds with the middle of June. When Zacharias went home after his service, Elizabeth became pregnant. The ballpark figure for John the Baptist’s consummation is the end of June. Forward six months to when Gabriel spoke to Mary, and the rough date would be the end of December (sound familiar?) This means Mary became pregnant at the end of December, NOT that she gave birth then. Forward nine months then, presuming that she ran full-term, and we arrive at the end of September, which, by this logical deduction, was when Jesus was born, if at all. With so many historical errors in what is purportedly the “Book of God”, it’s difficult to not consider most of it chaff rather than wheat.


Personally, I don’t care when Christians want to celebrate the birth of their guy. What bothers me is that the end of the year REALLY IS a time when festivities should occur, but unfortunately it’s so hugely dominated by this overbearing tradition that suggests a virgin birth happened at the coldest, harshest time of year, long before the invention of electricity and gas central heating, because a stranger told a woman she was going to get pregnant by … wait for it …

Luke 1:34-35 “How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, “since I am a virgin?”
The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come on you.”

I jest ye not.