Blue wants to give James Cameron a Nutshot

Oh, for the love of fuck.

Well, it seems my unknown benefactor, the person or persons who conceived of this Idea-World, has seen Avatar. I just woke up and plugged in, and....sky islands. Fucking sky islands, littering the great beyond like turds in a pristine swimming pool. I could tell something had changed as soon as I plugged in, because the Idea-World was jittering. It does that sometimes....jitters like a bad television set. This current one doesn't do it very often; the first one did it all the time. It's very weird to experience and I don't like it. It seems to indicate the Idea-World is changing. And, sure enough, sky islands.

They even look like the ones in Avatar. Not that I've seen that candy-coated piece of mediocrity with its giant naked smurf-things having ponytail sex or whatever it is they do.

"Oh, but Blue!" whines some reader somewhere. "You like computers, right? You're kind of a nerd, right? Surely you'd love such an extrrrrrravangaza of CGI prowess!"

Fuck nerds. I hate them. Fucking fat, greasy, pathetic manchildren who cling to their D&D and their MMOs because they'd prefer to cling to a made-up fantasy world, rather than face the real one. Pitiful butterballs and skinny zit-faces who tell everyone they have Asperger's so they don't have to admit they just have zero social skills. Hate them. And hate pointless spectacle movies that cater to them. Give me a STORY. Give me actors ACTING, not just prancing about in faggy wetsuits covered in Christmas lights.

Jesus, what if the creator of the Idea-World is a nerd? The place does sometimes resemble a particularly immersive MMO, or maybe a Myst game. Dammit, dammit, now Blue is worried.

Anyway. At least there are still no people. When I start to see people in the Idea-World, I know it's time to hide, because the creator of the Idea-World is close. It's like....the Idea-World can't be arsed to create people in places unoccupied by its creator, so it just makes them for like a five-mile radius around him or her. Or so I intuited from the first Idea-World. I should talk about that place sometime; it was one unique environment.

I'm a bit disgusted with the Idea-World right now, and I want to prove to myself that I'm not hopefully stuck on it like a fat thirteen-year-old to World of Warcraft. I'm gonna go watch some GOOD movies. Tarantino, bitches.

--Blue's Not Here Right Now

Early Blue Period

Okay. I'm going to try to present a picture of myself that will satisfy the People Who Read This. Since I'm technically blogging in two places at once, this may have two different audiences. Or it may not; I am still unaware who, if anyone, reads this within the Idea-World. (Do you like that term, Idea-World? I think it's less confusing.) There are signs that someone does. So, who knows what they'll make of me. But here I am.

I am from the Northwest Coast of the United States, and that's where I'm living now. Washington State. My childhood was pretty boring; I was a total nerd, friend to no one but other nerds. It wasn't until college that I truly blossomed. I majored in Computer Science, and by the time I graduated, I was adept in the ways of computers, the Web. Hacking. I had also discovered mind-altering drugs.

The things I do for a living are mostly illegal. Illegal things on computers. My customers must remain anonymous, because you might actually recognize some of their names. Yeah. In a way, I was already living in two worlds before the accident; the one you see, and the virtual world. My secret, second education. My secret, second career. Well, I don't actually have a first career.

I have a legit apartment, but I tend not to use it much these days. I'm more or less holed up in this old Masonic building, emerging to replenish food and water. The temple is not used by the Masons, but it cannot be torn down as it has major historical value. Tourists take pictures of it, little realizing that I am in here, up on the top floor, surrounded by a lot of hardware and blinking lights. I have a fridge up here, a mattress. There's no running water; I shower back at the apartment. Toilet use is a problem, an unpleasant chore I must deal with. As for the electricity, the huge amounts of power and bandwidth required to run all my shit....

The Idea-World provides that. It is literally a power source. The power of an Idea. I've found ways to link my real-world computer system to the mechanical marvel of a "computer" in the Idea-World. It's all a matter of finding the right conduit. That's why what I type in this blog is also entered into the clockwork computer, and sent to....whomever.

More later. I should talk about the lightning accident. How all this incredible shit started.

-Blue Was Here

Multitasking

I want you to do something for me. Hold both hands in front of your face, index fingers pointing forward. Now trace a triangle in the air with one finger and, at the exact same time, trace a square with the other finger. Not so easy, is it? You'll know in a moment why I had you do that.

I'm about ready to begin really exploring this Idea, and it's scary. So far, I've stayed in this cozy little skywalk station, in the room with the huge wooden-marble computer interface. I've reported what I can see from here, which is a lot. But not enough, never enough. I want to go and walk those glass cities, stand under those massive ferns. Maybe even find a way to sail out to the mountain-sized Lovecraftian things in the distance. And now you are wondering why I've not done it yet.

See, here's the thing: when I plug into the Idea, I am in two places at once. Presumably, the Idea is not real in the same way the actual, boring world is real. But they both seem equally real to Blue, and I perceive them at the same time. Two different universes superimposed....only not, because that implies some sort of retarded Hollywood special effect. Suffice to say that I am equally experiencing both at once. This makes it a challenge to act in either place, because...well, because it's like trying to trace two different shapes in the air at the same time. Brain does not like. Brain hurts. It's fine when I'm just blogging, because I'm doing the same thing in both places: sitting and banging on a keyboard. But if one Me wants to walk around while the other Me is still sitting and writing....ahhh. You see the problem.

It's just another form of multitasking. Which I am quite good at. But it's been more than a year since I was booted from the last Idea, or it ceased to exist, or whatever. It's taken me that long to connect to a new Idea, and I've gotten rusty. Existing independently in two places at once is not like riding a bike; it takes concentration, artificial stimulants, and copious drug use. And how I do love all those things.

Why go to so much trouble? God, if you could see what I'm seeing, you'd push yourself to the limit too. It's worth it. I am living and breathing another world. It is wonderful. It's the most incredible thing that can happen to a person.

I will gladly destroy my health in the real world if it means wandering the pathways of another.

--Blue was Here

Blue Rambles

I should mention that I am often high when writing these posts. When I am high, it does not impair my writing skills. They are not impaired. But I shall admit, it impairs the quality of what I write.

I am in love with Jeri Ryan. O Seven of Nine, Seven of Nine, please won't you assimilate me. I long for your dispassionate gaze, your dry wit. I want you, Jeri Ryan. Where have you gone? Where are you, my Jeri Ryan?

This is the sort of thing I may write. Sometimes, when truly stoned, I sound like Delirium of the Endless.

I was going to talk about getting struck by lightning and how it started this whole epic odyssey of mine. But if I tried, it would doubtlessly be rife with strange asides and stupid pop culture references. Tomorrow, hopefully. For now I shall relax within my dual existence, gazing at the lights. How they blink. Blink blink blink. That is what they do.

Did they ever explain who the other Eight of Nine were? Were they all as lovely as Jeri Ryan? O, how unrequited my love is.


--Blue Was Here

Blue Signs On

Okay. Starting up. Again.

I hope it works this time. I'm still wading through a ton of bugs. Radio Shack can't help me here. But let me tell you, watching those little red and green and blue lights blink is like water to a dying man in a desert.

Water. It's everywhere. Whoever dreamed up this idea either lives by the ocean or wants to.

I'm sorry. Am I confusing you? Maybe I'll write up a post that explains things better. But, see, the "computer" in this place isn't exactly what you'd be used to. It takes awhile to write one sentence. You know those giant marble runs you see in museums? Picture that, only made of wood (mostly) and spread out in the cracks of an entire world.

No. Not a world. An idea. Someone's idea that I am curled up inside like a parasite. Took me ages to figure that out with the first one, and then....something went wrong, some wrinkle. Woke up and discovered that my first blog, and the Idea it described, didn't exist any more. Scarier, it has never existed. I tried to find it, and believe me, I'm damn good at finding shit in the void of the internet. But it had never been there.

So, take two. I've got more hardware and a better lair. Or CHURCH, as I like to call it. Appropriate; it's a place of sanctity. Divinity. The divine aspirations of one hardware nut who found out something amazing. Plus it's in the loft of an old Masonic temple. Ironically.

Call me Blue. You will note in the profile that I give my full name as Ransom Blue. This may or may not be my true name, in whole or in part. Blue will do. I have blue on the mind lately. From the glass-walled place where I sit in that other lair, that Idea, I see mostly ocean the color of Maxfield Parish's wet dreams (spelling?). In places, these things like mile-high nautilus shells thrust from the water. If they are alive, that is awesome and pants-shittingly terrifying. In the disance, along the rail of the skywalk, are glass buildings, dark metal buildings, tree-high ferns that throw half the world into cool, purple shade.

Or so I surmise. It'll be awhile before I go there. The last Idea, when it ended badly....well, I think I got found out by the real owner. Booted. Though that doesn't explain why Blog no. 1 got wiped from existence and history.

Do I have an explanation for these Ideas? Are they VR? Hallucination? Other planets or alternate realities? Don't know, don't really care yet. Solving the mystery would lessen the....just the THE of it, if that makes sense. I do know that it started after I got struck by lightning. That's a story for another time. One I'm sick of telling. But I imagine you'll want to know, Person Who Reads This.

Need more Monster and Doritos. Also need to remind myself that Idea has a capital I in my Church.

--Blue Was Here