New Blog idea!

I had this idea earlier, and I just had to make it.
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This is an idea of what the site would look like if I could get the site to use flash. I used iMovie to glue it together, and photoshop make the individual frames.
But of course if I used flash it would be much smoother, faster, and generally better. If you'll notice, there is a new menu bar I put in, because if we're gonna be imagining a new site, let's do it right, right?
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I ran out of patience about halfway through.
The curtains would be keeping you from the site until it's completely loaded, saving you from having to wait for the images to load, a problem I frequently have myself, then the Zeppelin would fly in, followed closely by the Bi-Plane, clouds would pop-up at the end, and the "Now in HD" thing would pop-up like, well, I'm sure you can picture it. Kinda like this, but not pink. The motion itself. See?
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Anyway, this whole idea might never happen, so don't get your hopes up. Unless you know someone who can do it for me? Or a way for me to do it myself?
Flash.

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

The Continuing Weekly Adventures Of Dr. Zachary Smith H.M.O.

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This Weeks Episode:
Episode #33: The Way Out.
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Last Week as you Recall, George And Dr. Smith were being Chased by Evil Lamp Posts through the Rather Large Blank Spot, barely Escaping with their Lives. Dr. Smith spied {Out of the Corner of His Eye} a door. {The Door, in fact}. He Pulls it open and is surprised.
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-=fig. 136: {The Door In Fact}=-

Yes, Very Surprised Indeed.
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-=fig. 137: Very Surprised Indeed=-

"Ahhh!" He Screams, as he falls to his, er, well. Not DOOM.
We follow his Hat, as it makes it descent completely independently of Dr. Smith's head, it flutters, weaves, drunken with newfound freedom. But soon it succumbs to the never ending pull of Gravity, eventually giving up, and landing next to Dr. smith as he lay unconscious upon the rocks.
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-=fig. 138: Landing Next to Dr Smith=-
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We See Dr. Smith, Unconscious, but very much alive.
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-=fig. 139: Unconscious But Very Much Alive=-
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He Awakes, and jumps up. His first Words are:
"Where's My Hat? Ohh…my head feels like it has been dropped ten stories...So does the Rest of me, In point of fact. George? George? Where are you?" He locates his Hat and dusts off his suitcase, and calls out again.

-=fig. 140: So Does the Rest of me, In Point of Fact.=-

"George? I Swear, I spend more'n half my adventures chasing that senile old Chap around. If he could just look after himself for once…" Now Zachary, that's not nice. "Well? if he could look after himself for five minutes I wouldn't be in this mess." now, that's not true, and what's more, you know it too. Now just turn around and we can get on with the story.
"Yeah, I know. Wait. So you're not just a figment of my imagination?" I might be. "No, are you or aren't you?" Just turn around and behold your House! "Huh?" And Dr. Zachary Smith Finally turns, and notices his house.

-=fig. 141: HELLO DR. SMITH=-

"HELLO DR. SMITH." That's Jeeves, Dr. Smith's personal robotic butler.  "Hello, Jeeves, why Didn't you speak up before?"  "GOD TOLD ME NOT TO."   "God? Wait, Wait, Wait a minute, was this voice very deep and seemed to come from everywhere at once?"  "YES."   "How did you know it was God?"  "HE SAID SO."  "NARRATOR!  Did you tell Jeeves you are a God?" Er, uh. You see, he wouldn't have understood, never having read, or anything… er uh.  *Gulp* anyway, it was in the……Script? Yes, that's it. It was in the Script!  "Well, he hasn't ever been to church either!"

Oh.

"I would like to see this Script, maybe read ahead a bit! It would be nice to know what's going to happen Before I fall off another Cliff!" You can't. It isn't in the script. "AHH! that's so frustrating! Jeeves, let's go inside, eh? George is missing and I have an idea."
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Join us next week for our next exciting episode,

Episode #34: Subdivisions in the Sky

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

The Continuing Weekly Adventures Of Dr. Zachary Smith H.M.O.

Episode #32

Don't Trust The Fuzz

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-=fig. 133: I Dunno Its Rather……Pretty.=-

Last Week, As you recall, Dr. Zachary Smith {And George, a local HAM radio operator} Had just arrived inside the Rather Large Blank Spot, a Completely Featureless area of the universe where Anything could happen…
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And anything has, for even at this very moment Dr. Smith And George are being cornered by Evil Lamp Posts. Evil Lamp Posts spouting crackling ball of fuzzy Electricity, bent on the total destruction of all intruders…
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My, that was dramatic.
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George Takes a step, just one step, towards the Lamp Post, Of DOOM Initiating some primal survival code ingrained in the genetic structure of the Lamp Posts, as one by one they all begin to fountain out Crackling Balls Of Fuzzy Electricity…

-=fig. 134: Crackling Balls Of Fuzzy Electricity=- 

"George?" Zachary says, with great trepidation, for the Crackling Balls of Fuzzy Electricity dangerous though they are, Have the same Attractive quality That the lure of the Ceratias holboelli has upon the fish of the Pacific…
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"George?" He Repeats, Fighting against the allure of Electrocution, "We Need To Leave…… Now, yes, Now. We need to leave NOW! George! We're Leaving!" He then Grabs George By the Arm and charges as fast as he can through the veritable snowstorm of .C.B.F.E. now spouting from the Lamp Posts, as they Move into a Circular Pattern around Our Duo,

-=fig. 135:…These are My Friends…=-

"It's O.K. Dr. Smith…… These Are my friends……" George Mumbles, Wandering in and out of delirium, "These are not your Friends George, I Am your Friend, these are Lamp Posts. You Hear me? Stay With me George! George! No!" George reaches out, like a child reaching for a Soap Bubble, and grabs a Crackling Ball of Fuzzy Electricity, which Subsequently gives him a tremendous Shock, snapping him out of the Delirious Pull that was drawing him into the Control of the Lamp Posts. "Oh, Hello Dr. Smith. Why does my hand feel like it has been Set On Fire?"
Out of the Corner of his eye, Dr. Smith Sees a way out of this Nightmare. "George, Can you stand?" "Uh, no. My entire body feels as weak as a new born Kitten." Dr. smith refrains from mentioning the sorts of large Cats whose Kittens aren't as weak as one would think, and focuses on getting to:

Episode #33: The Way out.

Next week, same time, same channel.

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Updated Testing!

I Made the whole place 400 Pixels wider, how's the picture size now!

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

-=Typewriters=-

I have a 50-year-old {or so} brother portable typewriter.

And I love it, I know what you kids are saying, "can you get the facebooker or squawk on it?"

Nope.

"Well, how about apps? Does it have any cool apps?"

Nope.

"what does it do then?!"

It types.

"that's it?! Does it at least have a spellcheck?"

Nope. But it doesn't use any electricity at all. It only has the one font but it uses that font well. And the whole thing moves when you type! At this point most of the young people wandered off to go do whatever it is young people do. But some of them stayed. And those are the geeks of todays society. Or future geeks. But what I really wanted to say is that if we could harness the power that is untapped on typewriters, we could power a decent sized computer! If only someone could hook a little generator to the platen {or, for you people whose typewriters didn't come with manuals, the bit that holds the paper} I think some decent power could be attained!

Just a thought.












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Testing?

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

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Sorry.

The Continuing Weekly Adventures Of Dr. Zachary Smith H.M.O.

This weeks episode is entitled:
Episode #31: Very Worrisome
Alright Everyone, Shh… and I will Take you to our First scene… 
 
-=fig. 128: Alright, Lets Settle in and Get Comfortable=-

Alright, Lets settle in and get comfortable, It Might Be Long Story…
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The darkness stretches out, far and wide, swallowing any attempts at light, it is not cold, but it is not warm either…
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Two breaths, one quick and frightened, the other calm and not as frightened…
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A click rings out in the darkness.
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*CLICK*
-=fig. 129: *CLICK*=-

The Light: thick and heavy, wobbles out. Fighting against the dark with every Watt it generates…
-=fig. 130: It Reveals Dr. Smith and George=-

It Reveals Dr. Smith and George, wandering in the Dark, Lost as usual.
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"Dr. Smith?" Asks George, Looking around Quickly searching for the source of that scratching noise… "Hmm...?" Dr. Smith answers, absent-mindedly. "I was just wondering, Dr. Smith, why are we staying near this Lamp Post? Didn't the other ones try to kill us?" "Oh, Er. Well, this one isn't. I am quite curious about these devices, they don't seem to be have any power source to speak of, and the light that comes out is heavy, heavier than usual anyway. See those points floating away? that's the light."

"Oh Dear."

Dr. Smith catches one in his hand, it is soft, and shockingly hot.
"AHHH!" He screams, wildly flapping his hand, trying to get the thing off, it is as sticky as used tape, and soon flies off, into the night. I Say night, but it isn't, really. Just the absence of light.
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A thousand more Clicks, each one bigger than the last, and the darkness scurries away, back to its dismal hole…
-=fig. 131: The Darkness Scurries Away=-

"AH! We're here! Wait, Where are we?" "The Rather Large Blank Spot, George"
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"It is Rather Large…"
The new found light illuminates Three more lamp posts, But none crackling with electricity Except for the one closest to Dr. Smith and George. "You know George, the only threatening-looking Lamp Post is the one next to, You George." By now the Nearest Lamp Post was already accumulating Light Fuzz, it was piling up, and floating away like Half-Full Party Balloons.
-=fig. 133: I Dunno, Its Rather……Pretty.=-

"We Need to get out of Here, George." "I Dunno, it's rather……Pretty.   I think we should stay…"

Episode #32: Don't Trust the Fuzz.

Next week, same time, same channel.

-=Best Regards=-

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

The Continuing Weekly Adventures… Bonus Feature #1

Bonus Feature! #1

This Coming Tuesday Dr. Smith and George are Escaping from some Mysterious Lamp Posts,  But how do I bring you this Story?  How do I get the Pictures from Reality, to you?  For the answer to that question, let's go over to the rather Large Blank Spot, where the Two Mechanics who designed one of our many specialized cameras, the Spider-Cam are waiting to talk to us.

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Mr. Temple,  Mr. O'Connor, can you hear me?

"…I Can Hear you loud and clear Boss. But Mr. Temple has never been on Television before, so He's Froze up…" Oh, well it's not really television.  But Anyway, can you tell us about the Spider cam?

 

"…Well Boss,  The Spider Cam is what You're lookin' through now, It's, uh, Like a sort of cam'ra on legs…"

"…I took a normal Sized Camera then we got lots'a arms from the Robotical Wholesale Supply Co. and pet 'um on as legs, Then we made a Limb Control box,  progammin' it to register the "Arms" as uh, legs.  I got some Antennae to send the Picture to ya',  Then I Got Mr. Temple to program  the channels into the main Brain part, which sends it to you, Boss.  And then…" So Mr. O'Connor, Sorry for cutting you off, but what you are saying is that These are just Video cameras on Legs?  "…Mostly, But its More'n that…"  Such as?  "…Well, ya'see, It starts out as a camera on legs.  But Once we send One out, Its No Longer a Spider-Cam, It's Sumthin Else.  Once We send'um out, Some stay Spider-cams, but mostly they get broken for one reason er uh'nother, Resultifyin' in em being Sumthin Else, See?…"

Er, No, I'm Sorry I don't.  "…Once One uf them Spider-Cams gets Broken, or needs ta doo sumthin else, Such as flyin around, it adapts.  Here, one of them Spider-Cams was broken, and it Fixed itself, Just when you need'd that shot from the Sky. We gat that picture?  Good, Put it on the Little Screen, there…" 

 "…See dat? It turned Itself innoo A plane, just for yo to get that shot. I have a 'nother one 'ere sommwhere…"

"…Cannyoo See dat?  Its Got Special Climbin' Additions. and you would never have noticed, cuz youse is always on da wrong side!…"

Thank you very Muchfor that Mr. O'Connor, Mr. O'Connor is an alumnus of the Legopolis school of Mechanical engineering.  They don't provide courses on grammar, but he's the Best Darn Mechanic this side of Dr. Smith!

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Post No. 209

Hello Folks! And welcome to post #209. I Would like to thank our fine sponsors for providing us with the dough to finance my appearance on the stage tonight, But unfortunately Video costs too much. So we'll just go with text. I have appeared tonight, to say that I am not dead, and that I am just hiding out until the heat blows over.
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Kidding! there is no heat. I just haven't been posting much, and I am sorry.
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Call it a summer vacation.
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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

The Continuing Weekly Adventures Of Dr. Zachary Smith H.M.O.

This weeks episode is entitled:

Episode #27,28, {No wait} 30: Call me the Narrator.
OR
Hello Lamppost, watcha knowin? I Came to See your Skel'tons growin'."What?"
I Said, *Ahem* My name is, well, not important, but you can call me the Narrator.
"Oh, O.K. then, Mr. Narrator, what can you tell me, us, about this canyon?"
Nothing. That would be telling. But if you want, I can tell you a good way to get to the Bottom.
"Alright, how?"
*Whisperwhisperwhisper* "OH! you go first George."


"George? Was that A window?"
No, it was The Window.
"Oh. Like The Door?"
Yes.
After reaching the ground Dr. Smith and George survey the Grisly scene that awaits them.
Swing camera………13a Around………13.56 degrees counter-clockwise
Scattered around the desert were the Bleached bones of Thieves, Murderers, Runway slaves, Condemned Stock brokers, Adventurers and One misguided Janitor.
Dr. Smith Notices a nearby Skeleton, and rushes over, applying all his Doctor-y knowledge.
"He's Dead, George."

"Pity about that, Whats in his pack?" "Five bandages, two Fifty-year-old jam sandwiches, and a half-full canteen" "Half-full of what?" "Let's see, oh, here we go. Sand. Just Sand."

What they Don't notice as they go around, GRAVE ROBBING! Stop that George! Dr. Smith!
"Why? it's no good to him anymore. What is he gonna be doing with a nice vintage Canteen?"

Dr. Smith.

Fine.

What they Don't notice as they Go around, Robbing graves, is that, Shh, Dr. Smith might hear, *The Lamposts are gaining. Shh…* "What?" Nothing.
"Hey George!" Dr. Smith yells, completely unaware of the present danger, "What?" George Replies, "Lets go over to that door set into the wall of the Canyon." Huh? Swing around camera 45.6a!


I Didn't even notice that.
"Dr. Smith? did you hear that?"
"AHA! I knew I wasn't crazy! you can hear him too?"
"Hear Who? No, it was a "
…sccrccrcrrrrrrr…
"That."
"Sounded like something, Scraping along…"

"Was that lampost there before?"

"On the grave of Ronald DaVeu! that Lampost Just Moved!"
Heh Heh Heh…
"Did you already know about this Mr. Narrator?"
Dr. Smith?
"Yes?"
Run.
"Ah, Yes."


Just As the get through The Door, A LIghtning Bolt Strikes, just where they were standing, Lets rewind the tape and see where it came from...
Oh Dear..
That's worrisome.

Very Worrisome

Next Week, same time, Same Channel.

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.