Just wondering out loud.

What if........What if we stopped bickering and took our search to the streets?
What could we accomplish? What could we do, where could we take this?
This, this computing project amassed by hundreds of thousand individuals.
What could we do?
I am quite stoned at the moment, so my mind runs amock here.
But, I was wondering....what could the Seti collective DO?

IF, just a supposition, IF....
If we all trusted each other and swore to each other.
That on a certain day, at a certain moment in time we would DO a single, simple act of kindness. What could we make the world become?
The kid down the street that has not father.
The mother who has no husband. The life not fulfilled.
The kid breaking into your car.


You see, that is exactly what the movie was about.

Trevor, bless his soul, tried to do what was right, and paid the price with his life. It is rather majestic what he was able to accomplish before he was taken,
I got your back, Sis. I got your back.
I'll get back to you on this one, It would take a lot of money to get it going, and I simply don't have the seed money.

I have the seeds in my mind. not the cash. Well, every plan has to have an initial concept, eh?

I have presented it, and maybe just for once, it's up to somebody else to make the charge of the light brigade. I just cannot do it anymore,.

Ok, this is a cute concept that almost anybody can understand.
Pay it forward. An eye before an eye.

I give you, before you give me, and if you never give me anything back, that's OK. I have front loaded it, and I do not really expedt anything in return.

That is the concept. Forward. Not backwards, but forwards.

I must sleep now., If any you had a simple clue how to get this rolling.,
Take me on. I need a cause. I need a new kittin. I cannot do it all, I just want to contribute.. I could explain this to you in person.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Somebody far stronger than myself would have to be at the helm.

I seriously could not manage it/
I have only come up with the dream.
Somebody much stronger than myself would have to launch it.


I have another comcept, and I know the project already bleeds red.


How about the project donates a penny a point, just for a guesstimation start.

And donates that to the cause of the month? It could be any worthy cause.
Kitties, cancer, aids, whatever.
Crunching brings cures.

All of the top cruchers agree to donate a small percnetage of what they have accomplished to the month's cause that month.
Let's say I have crunched 500k creds. And that is on a given day. I agree to donate a tenth of a cent per point. What would that be? I cannot do the math right now. Maybe a 100th of a cent per point........no matter, we'll figure out the math part later.

The point is, the PROJECT chooses the donation cause of that given month,.
Whether it be cancer, or AIDS, or diabetes research. There are so many worthy caused to be funded. All commitments must be paid in full, or you don't get no more WUs. Simple. It;s not wuire like buying work. There is no specific amount you have to pledge. You just must pledge a minimum amount and honor that pledge. I know this flies in the face of what giving work to any computer on the planet is all about. I am just trying to come up with a concept that would both support the project and some other causes as well.


Additional thoughts are solicited.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

My point is this..............
We could be and do so much more than we are now.
And, Eric has not approved anything, these are just thought maps. Not approved or even seen by Eric or Matt. It could be ditched in a second if they had a problem with it. Nothing at all has been submitted to anybody as of yet.
That is why this is just gently floated for opinions.

I have been accused of searching the stars and doing nothing to work the weeds in my own back yard. And as the song goes, I think by Dylan, the weeds have been steadily growing.

I could shut down my top rig, and contribute a c note a month to, lets say, the kitty shelters in my area. It would not hurt my pride much if everybody understood what was going on and why I was doing so.

I could shut down two of my top rigs. Both of them draw about 1000kw each or close to it.

Would I get more creds from folka if they realized why my RAC crashed?

Dunno. As I said, this is all just postulation at this point.
Cut it down to the bare minimum, only my daily driver left running.
My electric bill would drop from around 700 to maybe 250 a month...
Not a quarter.......weekly, about 100 dollars a week. That is just Seti related expenses. The hot water heater is way below board. Not even on the map.
How many kitties could I save with a couple of hundred a month. it HAS occurred to me, kids.
It has. It does make me ponder at times, what I could do with what I spend on simple electricity. I could of course, go the alternate route, and ditch everything. That would drop my ecosts to around 150 a month or less.

I can do that, if necessary.

The question remains, what, exactly am I prepared to do or accept?
Give up every benchmark I has strived to achieve for almost 14 years?
Keep going headlong, just because I can prove a point?
I am not so sure of myself at this point in time.


I knew once, with ever single step, exactly minute by minute, where I was headed and exactly why that was my direction. I am starting to have doubts whether it was all worth it and why.

Meow.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Narrative...............

I awake now, moments from the coming dawn of the next day.
Sleep has been fleeting, coming but for a few moments, it seems. Though hours have passed.
My dreams have taken the form of a new kitten, not perhaps of a domestic little one, but of a kit born in the wild....
Her day starts, and she is forced to try to outrun the bullets shot at her by those who do not appreciate her breed.
Running and darting from fear and from instinct, she manages for another few moments to dodge the bullets.
Once again, she rests. Another moment of respite. Her breath comes easier.
And so, she looks at me for a moment through my camera. Wondering why it is that some chase her so..............

That was my actual dream from just moment ago.

These are the narratives of a documentary not yet finished, one that was going through my mind in my dreams a few seconds ago. I write them down so that I might not forget them, as most dreams are.

One not about the great kitties in the wild, but about myself. This dream seems to be not about just myself, but about all kittens of all breeds that seek shelter in the wild. My own shelter seems uncertain at this time, both here and in other lands. If I am not able to obtain shelter here, where shall I go? The land is uncertain. The terrain very unstable, the terrain very rough. The land unfriendly all of a sudden.

These are such dreams of a kittyman in limbo......
A man who's certain future has suddenly become not so.
A land suddenly becoming unforgiving and unwelcome.

It is up to you to rewrite my dream. I go back to sleep now, perhaps to witnes another, different outcome.
I await my fate, dodging the bullets. Seeking shelter once again.
Looking for a new terrain that may welcome my presence. Not as a predator, but as a beacon of new light. One that may awaken the cat.

For I am the kitty that exists in each and every one of your souls. The kitty within. The true cat.
I am the kittyman. One of the most certain and yet most unstable of kitty souls. The one that searches within and without.

And within my dreams, the answer awaits each of you.
To either join me, or fire shots at me. You are either the hunted or the hunters.
Your choice, not mine.

I return to my slumbers with my own kitties now, for I must before I return to work today. I may find another episode of this adventure in my dreams.
I may continue tomorrow, I don't know. I hope the Lord allows me to.

Meow, kitties and kittyettes.

Until the dawn, then.

Meow for now.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

And you know that his cat, this kitten exists in each and every one of you. You answer it's call once and again.

I slumber now. Next to my loving kitties.
They await you to join them, us, we, kitties. The true cat soul that exists in each and every one of you.

Be a kitty. Your own kitty. We await you, now, in our dreams.

Everbody wants to be a cat.............
Just be your inner cat....LOL.
And meow.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

I don't suppose I might parody the situation by quoting one of my favorite movies.....
I think this thread is where I am supposed to be allowed to do this.

I am not sure WHO shall speak on behalf of my animal house, except for my legally untrained self.
Maybe these folks can help me with that. I don't think some can judge my position in this community without taking into account my long standing of my existence in it. You can try to do away with 'Delta House', but you with not extinguish the gentleman that resided in it.

And further more.......
Grade average.
I am advise you herewith, that I graduated from high school with more than 2 c's, 2 d's, and an f.
Not a scholar by any means, but not a flunky either.
I never went beyond HS, mostly because of my parent's lack of means to send me, but also because of my lack of any will to go their. My high school years taught me many things. The foremost of which was the teaching process in this country takes nothing into account of their students' abilities, or their will to learn in what order or need to learn in that order.

My interest in science was astounding back then. I absorbed everything that I could. But when my lack of interest and/or abilities in algebra failed me, I was held back. Same for social studies, and many other classes. I also absorbed much of the basic language skills, as I am sure many of you can detect from my postings, although I rejected the classes themselves on the surface, as I seem to have been a nonconformist even back then. But my grasp of the language and punctuation seem to have escaped their evil spells mostly intact.

There is a real lack of understanding in our schooling system of when and why to feed a student where he is hungry, just to try to force feed him where he has no appetite.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

And, as the Brits seem to do so well, and I love them for that skill and their dialect. They have provided this documentary on the last days of one of my favorite men and actors, Dearly departed John Belushi.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

And, as the Brits seem to do so well, and I love them for that skill and their dialect. They have provided this documentary on the last days of one of my favorite men and actors, Dearly departed John Belushi.

I am thankful that I have kept myself from John's own choices.
I tried coke ONCE 35 some years ago, loved the crap out of it. And realized right then and there, after bashing my head against a wall until quite bloody, (was quite a party) that it would be the end of me long before now. I have not touched a spot of it since. The same with weed. Once was all it took, all it did was make me wanna curl up against a wall and sleep, no high so to speak of.
And I have never broken a vein in search of a high. Ever.

All well and good. My drug of choice then became alcohol... just as wicked a demon, I suppose, but much slower acting in the long term. More readily available, and more legally and socially acceptable. Perhaps my path was chosen by that first snort of coke.......dunno. Cannot say.

This is as far as I can trace the root of the problem. My mother was an alcoholic. Whether she was when I was in the womb, or whether it can be traced back to genetics, I cannot tell you.
I talk to my mother often now. She love to hear from me when I am sober. Not so when I have been drinking...maybe that tells me something.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

I think some of you might listen to this song very closely.

Some.....I won't accuse.
Wear your miniskirts WAY too high.

This is must be a little place of hyppocrits. SP

Got a Notice........Hmm.
They wuz shure when I walked into the room this way.
I cannot have told the truth when a few others would not.
A few others have admitted to imbibing a bit. They would not approve me doing so.
I have my problems, but to accuse me of them without admitting yours is just sick.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Let's amuse me.
Let's just suggest that I am correct. For a single day.
You want to F with me on that day?
You want to suggest that you are an illegal immigrant...............
With you hand across the border, and I..........
Being a legal US citizen, with a legally owned gun, should not shoot your ass down to the ground??
And that should be criminal???
Let's let down to dirty.

I want you to tell me.......why I should not defend our border against dirty crossers waltzing across at will...

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

This is a national border. Not a gypsy crossing. A National border at stake here.
Why should I not defend it with our nation's life at stake with all guns blazing?

Answer, please.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Most of you seem to think this is a joke.
I assure you, it is NOT.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Most of you seem to think this is a joke.
I assure you, it is NOT.

Yes, they should all be shot on sight. The same way most nations handle it.
Borders are national borders. You cross then at your own peril.
The southern border of the US should be handled as such.
This is our national border between two distinct nationalities.
Cross at your life's stake, not at will.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Now..............
Let's just dicuss this theory.
I am no a USA Border patrol person.
You charge the border.
I should not shoot to kill?
Yes. Of course I do. You are attempting to invade my Nation, kid.
You die on sight.
On my watch, you die.
And let's make this clear........
The colonel was quite correct in his answers.
And his defense of our borders were quite correct.
This whole scene makes me sick.

I knew commanders that would make their men walk on water or die attempting it.
This was a commander that made a choice. One marine, or perhaps dozens or hundreds of civilians. Which would YOU choose. The choice was clear and cold cut. You were given the command of thousands of marines. Their lives in your control. The difference given was........theirs or a civilians, at any given point in time. One choice, for any given moment. Now............then.................now.............again. Who of YOU could always make the 'correct' choice? Now, then, in the face of justice? Try again. Make the same choice? I did not think so.
As the colonel says..........we trust them to make our path clear, our life safe.
And then we choose to dictate just /how/ they do that???
It's an impossible choice on their part. We want then to kill, but not to touch.
We want them to disable the rest of the free world, but not to harm them.
We want Viet Nam, but with no pain.

Now...........you disarm me, but without hurting me in the slightest.
Now you might understand what Viet Nam was about, kids.\
I do an did, understand. I simply was NOT required to be there. Thank my God for that.

The few of you that are here, and survived it......... I thank you sooooooooooooooooo much,

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

And at times, I think this is sick to say, but..............
It might have been easier for me had I been conscripted and died in Nam.
I just would not have to be here and be thinking these things.
I would have met my Lord a long time ago.

Meowsigh.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Just give me a few minutes to retrieve my tears from my face.
I shall continue then.

Just a few moments....K??

Thanks.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

OH, big kitty sigh, but I have found something again that has almost made me smile.

A kitty can dance once in a while.
Even in the face of a loss.
The kitty can still dance.

Witness, a kitty who cannot even see.
Can dance.

I dance too, with him, and her.
The blind and the blond.

I too, am going almost blind............every day the sight gets dimmer. Even though I spent almost Eight thousand on trying to save it a few years ago.

They, God bless them, did all that they could. I now haz plastic in both my eyes.
It worked well for a while,k now is fading a bit. I suspect that in a year or two I shall go dark forever. I can accept that,k , as long as my cats understand.

As I said, some of you do NOT understand, or wish to, exactly what I face in life, or why I rail against it so much.

I am sorry, really sorry, that I try to force the rest of you to try to understand my pain. I shall try again to share what I have whilst I can with you rather than to fight with you.

Work for you?

Meow.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Yea, even a blind man can see shat when he sees it.
Please, I ask. Kindly. Desist.

I can dance too.

She is scared at first, but then comes to understand the man and his simple love of touching a woman......
Because he can. And trusts her to understand. You see, he is giving up a lot of trust here too. He is NOT the domineering one. He is trusting HER.

It's guite a beautiful scene.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

"all those moments, lost in time like tears in the rain"
This bit of dialogue helped me come to terms with my
own mortality when I heard it for the first time.....

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It's hard to believe that such an iconic line could possibly be improvised on the spot, but it was. Rutger Hauer added the "like tears in rain" on his own.

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