March 18th, 2004


"Century City"

I have told people my own personal prediction about Vingian Singularity Theory, to wit:

"As the prediction barrier gets closer, the first people to see it have been the writers of hard SF. This will be followed, in turn, by honest futurists, long term corporate planners, and then finally, corporate executives, venture capitalists, the editors of newspapers and magazines, politicians, and then finally television producers."

I watched the pilot of "Century City" last night, and the end point of my own personal prediction is coming to pass. The show is set in 2030. It was originally going to be set in 2055, but the producers realized that if they were going to even try to be predictive, they would have no freaking idea what things would be like.

As it is, it's a valient attempt, even tho for the most part it seems to be taking the issues that "people in the know" are debating on blogs and in front of research ethics boards, and moving it to legal courtrooms; and moving things from "what will the rest of us do when somebody..." out of the hypothetical to the (fictional) concrete.

It's a lightweight of a show, sort of a superupdated "L. A. Law", but I will keep watching it, at least for the time being.

Dental Work

I had Dr Anna work my teeth over today. Ouch. I had *thought* I was going in for a regular cleaning, and when I got there, I discovered that, according to my chart, the last time I was there, we had agreed that the next time I came I was going to get a deep scaling.

Not Pleasent.

I got the uppers done today, and will get the lowers done next week. She gave me some magic toothpaste that will make me be less sensitive next time (this time I was curling my toes, tearing up on arms of the chair, and telling myself "this pain is not me. this pain is not me."

But my gums are way too tender. It's not from bad oral hygine, I'm pretty careful about that, and she aways compliments me on my lack of plaque, tarter, and junk. So she gave me a note to take to my doctor, there is some systemic inflamation protein something that she is recommending that he order a lab test for.

We shall see.

My car! My wonderful new car!

So, I was heading south down I405S, just passing thru Bellvue. Traffic was heavy but fast. And I see brake lights in front of me. So I slow down. And the guy in front of me is slowing more, hard, fast. And I noticed that he was starting to "jump", he was starting to skid a bit. "Oh, shit.", thinks I, and I jam my brakes solid, and come to a stop right behind him. "Whew," thinks I, and then glace up in my rearview.

BAM! whoom BAM! *screeee* BAM!

The "whoom" was my back window imploding and spraying pebbles of safety glass all over the interior. The "scree" was the big ass big tires tricked out big black truck that sideswiped me.

There were several more loud noises, as well, but I was most concerned with the ones reverbating thru the Subaru frame that was committing suicide in stages to save me. The whole thing took a surprisingly large amount of time, maybe over 30 seconds, and from the inside it looked a lot like a good movie SFX, except that no foley engineer has ever actually reproduced the sound of car colliding from the inside.

My car! My car! Wait, am I ok? Yes. My car! Wait, is anyone else hurt? Look around, other people getting out, everyone was ok. The cops were right there, I remember flashing past them about a quarter mile back.

I got out, and took some pictures, right before my digital camera died. Fortunately, I had an emergecy backup chemical film camera stashed in the car, just exactly for this sort of thing.

After the cops took my papers, and centralized the address swap and wrote up their report, I sat in my seat, and got GEICO on the phone. It took them FOREVER to generate up a claim number, and I had to be rather firm with the rep that I was not going to go thru the whole questionaire right then, all I wanted to to get the claim number, tell him the police number, and figure out where my car was to be towed.

jezel was nice enough to come pick me up from the tow lot, and in payment, I took her out to dinner.

This is going to be annoying to deal with for the next couple of days. And now I'm paranoid suspicions about every little ache and pain, I got jerked around good.

But nothing is broken, nothing is bleeding (but I'm still picking safety glass out of my hair), nobody and no bodies left in an ambulence, and the insurers are all jocking up.