Friday, 30 December 2011

Time Travel - Part Two

In Part One, I used my extensive knowledge of physics (I’ve watched a few documentaries and I think I read a book without pictures once) to elegantly (clumsily) explain the universe in which you will be time-travelling. Now, in Part Two, we’ll be mocking popular examples of incorrect time travel.

If you want to argue with anything I say below or in Part One, please leave your comment there instead. Obviously there’s no proof that anyone has ever actually traveled in time (I’ve been very careful) so it’s really all just speculation. Maybe I’m wrong and I’ll honestly be thankful of the education. Or maybe you’re wrong, in which case there’s an old saying my great-grandfather used to repeat: ‘a pageview from an angry opinionated asshole is still a pageview’.

For now, here are some complaints I have!

Change the Past, Return to a Different Future

This is apparently the main issue with time travel, from Quantum Leap to something that isn’t Quantum Leap. I understand why they use it, obviously. It’s easy to understand, and slightly comforting because it means we exist in one linear timeline.

Sure is nice to be the center of the universe

It’s pretty much the whole point of Back to the Future. These films are like beloved pets: they’re stupid but we love them. I don’t even know where to start, and most of it has been dissected several times already. What about when Marty plays the Undersea Dance? Apparently that was the final nail in the coffin of his mother’s wild youth – she marries the creepy 50s voyeur. If his mother got married because of a thrown punch and tender kiss, what the hell happened to all those wild dancers during Johnny B Good? (More on the song itself later) That was like the 50s version of an orgy! How many teens went home blushing and tingly? How many then had awkward, stiff, fully-clothed 50s-teenager sex? The exciting, anachronistic sound of Chuck Berry has thus changed countless hundreds of lives, possibly creating some, probably slowly erasing others.

But hey, now Marty has a nice new truck.

In time travelling civilizations, it’s often important to have a Jean Claude Van Damme around to do the splits and police the timeline.

Yes, we get it Jean Claude, you’re very flexible. Wait, how are you going to get down from there?

Time Cop is another movie like a family pet, at least to me. There’s some gloriously stupid stuff, which I’ll have fun with in some other article. But there’s one moment that makes everything massively, incredibly complicated: The villain’s two selves, past and present, are fighting Van Damme. The poor men (or rather, these poor versions of one man) don’t realise they’re fighting… a Belgian! So the past-self gets a face wound that suddenly manifests as a scar on the present-self. You may not realise it, but that means a lot. The time-traveller is changed by the changes he makes! Does that mean when the two versions of the villain have conversations, the present-self is suddenly remembering watching himself from the eyes of his past-self? Or is it just his face that gets updated, and his memories are somehow invulnerable?

Oh for… Yes, WE GET IT. You can do the splits. Learn a new trick!

If the changes you’ve made to the past also manifest on your own body as you make them, you’re due for a paradox as soon as you do anything that might cause you to never have time-travelled – such as succeeding! I told you this was complicated. That’s why the time-traveller is so often (correctly) immune to the changes he makes. Which brings us on to…

Time Traveller… or Maybe Just Brain Damaged

When Marty finally settles into his idyllic new life, he doesn’t remember the universe being different. But oftentimes when the past is changed, the time-traveller’s old memories stick around while he’s also blessed with the memories of his new life. Like, he remembers two different birthday parties from when he was five: in one, his family are booze-addled, jobless sexual deviants and in the other his family are unhappy.

This one is used all over the place. It was the whole point of the film Butterfly Effect, while Ashton Kutcher pretended unconvincingly not to be a douche. But at least he suffered from major health problems because of it. It happened to Scrooge in Doctor Who’s Christmas episode of 2010. In relative time to the narrative of the episode, no less! Even people not well educated in time travel found it insultingly stupid (despite sometimes enjoying the emotional side of it) no matter how much technobabble they threw around.

Timey wimey? No? Well, check out this flying shark instead!

Despite all these new memories magically appearing in the old man’s brain, probably causing more activity in the memory centres than he’s ever experienced, he’s perfectly fine.

It never makes any sense except as a terrible narrative device. Personally, if I started remembering two different versions of my life then I would book myself a doctor’s appointment at the very least.

Idea-Loops

The opposite of a linear, alterable narrative is that your changes to the timeline have already happened. As if you were always destined to go back in time, and there’s no randomness or chaos in the universe. The things you did back then are often what caused you to go back in time in the first place. That’s a standard ‘stable time-loop’. But sometimes, as a comedic aside, you’ll mention to Roald Dahl that he should write a kid’s book, or to Abraham Lincoln that he should free the slaves, or maybe offer Andy Warhol some tinned soup. Hilarious! Possibly even ironic! But now there’s a problem. Did they ever actually think of it? Was it ever their idea? Maybe it was always your idea? But you only suggested it because you knew they did it… ARGH MY BRAINS! When your head starts hurting, you’re probably dealing with a time-loop.

Imagine how much worse your head would hurt when you’re a nearly-omnipotent super-computer, right? That’s why I sort of feel sorry for Skynet. Dig this noise: If Skynet had never sent back a terminator to kill John Connor, the human rebels would never have sent back Kyle Reese to stop the terminator. Kyle Reese ends up being John Connor’s father. (I’d warn of spoilers, but I mean, come on!) So the easiest thing for Skynet to do now is to send a message to itself in the past, warning not to send back a terminator. Then the rebels never send Kyle Reese, and John Connor is never born! Skynet wins!

Good point! Sweet! Hey guys, new plan…

Except it’s more complicated than that. A company called Cyberdyne recovered parts of the first terminator and reverse-engineered them, becoming a major defence contractor. Without the advanced Cyberdyne components, Skynet would never have become self-aware. So if Skynet stops itself from sending back the first terminator? Yes, it prevents John Connor from being born. But it might also prevent itself from being invented.

Oh... yeah. Quick, cancel the new plan!

The poor world-conquering machine thought it was being sooo sneaky, inventing time-travel to erase his nemesis from existence. But did it ever really invent time-travel if time-travel was necessary for its existence? Does Skynet have free will, or is it a puppet of the cosmos, each of its actions preordained? Is it even self-aware in that case? Thoughts like that will keep an A.I. awake all night.

What? But… I mean… Oh god, I need a drink!

You might think further examples of this are Marty McFly’s own name, or the career of the black mayor he meets in the diner in the 50s, or the song Johnny B Good which Chuck Berry overhears. But these aren’t idea-loops. They’re just changes he made to the timeline where things turned out the same as before. Marty McFly didn’t invent rock and roll, and he certainly didn’t start the civil rights movement, as some people have suggested – albeit hilariously.

Doc Marty Luther King. See what I did there?

Conclusion

I could go on for hours – cartoons, films, hell I could even name several books – except now I’m off to travel back in time to meet my great-grandfather. I’m going to explain what a pageview is so he can start using the phrase ‘a pageview from an angry opinionated asshole is still a pageview’.

If you’d like to find out how to use time travel for fun and profit, check out the upcoming third instalment: HOW TO BUILD YOUR OWN TIME MACHINE!!

Friday, 23 December 2011

Time Travel - Part One

We’re only a couple of days away from Christmas. In accordance with the culture of my people in this nation, soon I’ll be treated to a new Doctor Who Christmas Special. This makes Christmas the perfect time to start talking about time travel. For now I just want to lay the foundation of time-travel theory, which I’m pretty much expert in (ladies, form an orderly queue). Next time I’ll point and laugh at people who got it wrong. In Part 3, I’ll give you explicit, detailed instructions about how to build your very own time-machine.In Part 4, you can find out how to use this machine for profit and fun!

Educate yourself below the click!

Sunday, 11 December 2011

Coal Pit of Movie Ideas

Project Trident is a film-making collective in the South East of England. They’re a (very) independent collection of zero-budget film-makers, but my favourite part of their site is the procedural generator of B-movie film titles. Here:

Project Trident!

Every time you click refresh, it’ll bring you a new, exciting-sounding movie title. It’s one of my favourite internet toys, and I love imagining the movies that the title-generator brings me. Sometimes I’ve loved my own ideas so much, I wrote them down. As a serving suggestion, read them out loud in your best Don LaFontaine voice:

The Skeletal Rippers from the Far Side of Time

Professor Johnson had been developing a wormhole generator. The evening before he was supposed to switch it on, something… went wrong. When his lab assistant and his wife accidentally switch on the generator, something… evil comes through. From a time of monsters, stick-thin creatures made of calcium arrive through the portal. They’re here… to rip out our skeletons.

The Amazon That Came from the Future

Professor… Gregson, had been developing a wormhole generator. The evening before he was supposed to switch it on, something went wrong. When his lab assistant and his wife accidentally switch on the generator, something… sexy comes through! Now, the Amazonian warrior from a future wasteland has to survive… San Francisco! Expect hijinks aplenty as a geeky lab assistant tries to teach this warrior woman how to be a lady, and learns something about himself along the way. A heart-warming tale of hilarity, lust and time-travel.

(Eventually she goes on a rampage until she’s subdued, King Kong style, forcing us to ask who the real monsters are. Spoilers: it’s probably us.)

Motorbike Skeleton From the Dark Side of Transylvania

In 1954, a Transylvanian biker was speeding along a dark, stormy country road. But he should have known not to refuse a hitchhiking witch! Her curse combined his body with his bike, turning him into a hideous motorbike-man… centaur-looking… monster-thing. Fifty years since he died from the shock, when a US real estate developer tries to build a luxury horror-themed single’s hotel on the site of his death, he awakens the remains of… the MOTORBIKE SKELETON!

Bride of the Robots: A Warning from the Future

In a world where cruel robotic overlords are powered by sex, one woman escapes to the past. Now it’s a race against time, literally. She must kill the man who invented the dildo-powered cybernetic intelligence that conquered the world. With a warning from the future, she is… the BRIDE OF THE ROBOTS!

Lords of the Rippers: The Final Chapter

It’s been twenty years since Professor Johnson’s wormhole generator let the Skeletal Rippers into our time. At first we thought we could fight them. Then we thought we could live with them. Next, governments of the world tried to use them to build empires. Now, in a world ruled by the Skeletal Ripper Overlord, rebellious heroes arise… to fight!

(In the final film of the Lord of the Rippers trilogy, based on the popular Skeletal Rippers franchise, we follow the last moments of the rebels that have fought against the growing tyranny. Finally, in the Overlord’s throne room, we discover that the ruler of the Skeletal Rippers is none other than… PROFESSOR JOHNSON! From the first film, right? Mind = blown! It really ties the whole franchise together)

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

The Secret of Walt Disney’s Head

Walter Elias Disney has some of the most controversial and hotly contested biographies. This is weird considering he’s hardly Stalin or Jesus. If you really want to piss off a Disney biographer, claim he was a Nazi. Hell, it’s even one of my pet peeves, and I’m far from a serious academic. A major source of contention amongst Disney historians is not whether his head was frozen (spoilers: it wasn’t) but where exactly this urban legend came from.

Wait... that's not Disney!

Almost all of the biographers agree that the urban legend about his cryogenically frozen head is a myth. (I say almost all because there’ll always be a fringe of extreme conspiracy theorists – Illuminati-botherers who believe Walt was a lizard man from space, shape shifted into a human form to brainwash our children and steal the brains of our leaders).

The first cryogenically preserved man was frozen a month after Disney died. Maybe this helped fuel the idea. Incidentally, we have yet to develop the ability to bring these corpse-sicles back from the dead, and until we do there’s probably no way to really tell how useful cryogenic freezing is. Until I see a revived subject in the adverts for cryogenics, smiling and saying ‘How refreshing!’ I will doubt the effectiveness of the procedure.

The privacy surrounding Walt Disney’s death has only fuelled speculation. One of the things people love to repeat is that after he died, his family waited three days to announce his death to the public. Obviously they just wanted time to grieve before the media circus started, but it looks suspicious from a certain (paranoid) angle. What does a three-day news delay have to do with cryogenics anyway? Is it one of the secret signs? Is there a three-day ritual that mustn’t be interrupted? If so, then science is stranger than I thought.

Disney was certainly capable of planning big, and a major Futurist. EPCOT was intended to be a revolutionary new city. For example, this short film was made shortly before Disney’s death, and goes on and on and on about how great EPCOT will be. For twenty whole damn minutes! It’s the kind of corporate propaganda film that clich├ęd supervillains can only dream about:

Personally, I can’t watch that film without imagining all the ways it could go wrong, but that’s because my head is full of twisted utopias like Bioshock’s Rapture, the Breen nation from Aeon Flux, Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, the civilization from Logan’s Run and dozens more. “Welcome to EPCOT, the utopia designed by Disney’s very own Imagineers! Just one rule: you only eat what you kill. Take my advice – find shelter before sunset or the Mouseketeers will catch your scent. Stay out of the centre of the city, that’s where they nest.”

Anyway, planning a city is pretty eccentric, but some people credit Walt with much more eccentric ideas. They say he planned far ahead in his city’s future, laying down plans for an entirely immortal population. They say he intended the city to outlast the Earth itself, and go floating off into space. As with any powerful man, you can imagine all kinds of crap about them.

Disney's father?

But he didn’t freeze his brain. The real secret of Walt Disney’s head is the lesson it teaches us: some academics will become furious, cold-hearted and spiteful monsters over the most petty and irrelevant issues. Historians and researchers studying his life go crazy when an opposing opinion is voiced, and they will tear each other’s work apart with accusations of being sensationalist, groundless and unfair or sanitised, white-washed, corporate sellouts. The question of who first suggested that Walt Disney cryogenically preserved his head is a good example of this: a massive amount of people don’t care, but a select few will probably fight to the death over it if ever trapped in the same room. In this way, it’s probably also a good example of most arguments anywhere on the internet.

Dear Disney historians and aficionados, let’s stop arguing about who has the bigger brain-dick. Instead let’s address the question we all ought to be asking: What happened to Kennedy’s brain? Answer: SHAPE SHIFTING SPACE LIZARDS!

Grr! Arg!

Thursday, 24 November 2011

Variety is the spice of adverts


Long ago, the internet spread an infinite buffet of video before my starving attention span. I gorged myself. My neurons grew fat and rich and, in their own way, also delicious. Like tasty brain-spaghetti.You’re probably pretty similar. At the very least, you’ve spent hours mindlessly clicking from one kitten-sneezing video to another, right?

Then you’ll also have seen the adverts. It’s to be expected – after all, we must at some point pay for the buffet. A tap on our hunched shoulders and we look up startled, gravy and salad dressing dripping from our eyebrows. The waiter daintily places a slip of paper on what used to be a plate of sliced mutton gizzards stuffed with boiled jellyfish. Everyone groans miserably, clutching at their stretched, expanded bellies in sadness.

With some video sites you can skip the advert, scrunching up the bill and throwing it back into the waiter’s face. With some adverts on Youtube, for example, you can currently skip the advert after five seconds. On Blip.tv, host of hundreds of popular webshows, you must sit through them for the first thirty seconds to a minute – or mute them, for the sake of your sanity.

I don’t know why but for a very long time, the only advert I saw on Blip.tv was this:


If you’ve never seen it, it’s an Olympic-themed variation of the notorious UPS Logistics advert. A montage of UPS workers, Olympic athletes and London landmarks is set to a simple, relaxed tune. The ‘UPS tune’ is potentially quite pleasant at first even if it doesn’t capture your attention. But I love Blip.tv, which means I’ve now seen that advert over three hundred and nineteen million times (roughly). You thought you hated the Go Compare singer? You don’t know what hate is. I used to know, but it was overwritten by the advert’s lyrics. My identity is now bound to the advert. When I look at the clear blue sky, a flower or the face of a smiling baby, I see the nothing but the UPS logo. I don’t remember the words to ‘Happy Birthday To You’, or the date of Christmas. Only the UPS tune remains. I sing the song while I mow the lawn, while I shower, even while I have sex – at thirty seconds, it’s the perfect length.

Then I guess my cookies suddenly changed or I got rid of some malware or something, I'm not sure. Whatever quirk making this the only advert in my internet might have just fixed itself. The dam broke, and other adverts came pouring through. I'd forgotten that when they’re not for UPS, adverts can be fun. I enjoyed them! I’ve welcomed the cars, cookbooks, Christmas sales, anti-smoking ads and even the adverts for insurance. The nature of the tasty internet buffet changed when I realised the bill itself is also edible, and delicious.

Below is my current favourite: Generation Awake. I hope you enjoy it. It’s a positive message of consumer awareness, it’s quirky and sweet, and it has an enjoyable tune. It must be destroyed immediately and never listened to again, so it can stay that way.

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

This is where Josh took over


If you’re reading this, then you’re reading it in the future. Probably not so far in the future that you’re reading it in a flying car, while a robot massages your erogenous zones, but you’re certainly not reading it today. This means you read an article on this blog which hasn’t been written yet, from my perspective. It means you liked it so much that you decided to read through the archives. Congratulations, you have excellent taste.

It also means two more things. One possibility is that you’ve been clicking from previous article to previous article, reading backwards through individual posts, lured on step by step by my charm and wit. Congratulations, the proper flow of time means nothing to you now, and you’ve been procrastinating so long that whatever you needed to do is probably no longer relevant. The second possibility is that at some point, you decided to go all the way to the very beginning and read forwards. You’ve just committed to reading over one hundred years’ worth of blog posts, you poor fool (depending on when you’re from).

So you’ll either have been confused, or will be confused very shortly. See, all the posts prior to this one were written by Henneth; my good friend, helicopter pilot, waffle cook and occasional unicorn wrangler. This was a watershed moment, when the blog changed hands. For the sake of continuity and narrative, I’ll say this: Hello, my name is Josh.

To me, the name One Click Too Many implied that I should not only bring you the successful, professional stories that Henneth used to write, but also information that made you wish you could Ctrl+Z your brain. It sounded like a place we can confess the things we found when we surfed too far in the wrong direction. A place where you can find safety after being driven crazy by that one link you shouldn’t have clicked.

So, I’m sorry about doing that to your brain. But you’re partly to blame too. You helped build this. Without you and your precious page views, dear reader, how could I have grown an audience of millions, an empire of flying cars and an army of sex-robots.
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