Sunday, October 1, 2017

Racing Old Man Winter



Greetings and Lamentations,
I AM the Dire Lord Malignance, and before Me, All will Crouch!


In as much as these last years have been arduous they have been to a Purpose most Evil.

Malignanceship has been all time consuming, draining all the Lair Resources. The Space Center
in Ouray Colorado - the Galt's Gulch Space Center - has been unexpectedly expensive. DARPA plans
stolen (liberated) from ignorant and unimaginative drones with little more vision than Insects has yet
 still been unable to give my schemes the necessary advantage One needs to achieve launch.

Yesterday for example, a run of heat shielding tiles just fell off the bottom of Malignanceship. It was
 out in the open, just a run of them - about 40 - Fell Off. That can't Happen. But it Does. and that's
underneath the ship. Inside, Daily something goes wrong. The Holographic Interface is Problematic.


Try funding a space program from street level rackets, graft,  and influence peddling! Quite a few systems on  Malignanceship are experimental. Some are hypothetical. Some are Stolen DARPA Plans, some Hanger 19 reverse engineering, and whatever (frankly junk) technology the NRAliens Moe, Heston, and LaPierre can cobble together. (Need another name for the Moe).

That all said, One has made progress and Before the Ouray Snows come to bury the ship again, One is hoping to get some stills out, maybe a video or two. And the Ship Has performed atmospheric tests previously (before the ship was found severely - Dangerously lacking in Radiation shielding). The shielding changed the ship's weight, which required more chemical fuel lifters, and that in turn required more fuel, adding to the ship's weight, requiring more lifters - and on an on. Ultimately, it limited the ship's flight time. There's enough fuel for launch, reentry and a couple weeks of exoplanetary maneuvers. It should be enough to pinpoint the communication point the NRAliens were transmitting to. They have Not been very forthcoming on information about this. Despite my plying the persuasiveness of the Peril of my Will against them. One Did bolt an explosive package to the Moe's forehead - but he's been behaving rather well. Other than rabid Trump Support - they All do this. It's because they Truly hate humans and see Trump as the Apocalyptic Doombringer to Humanity. Their "monkey messiah". Which in their tongue sounds almost precisely like "slaaaar". This is because, pretty much Everything sounds like "slaaaar". The translator (thank you Google Translate and Google Labs) works it out to a few words in a growing database we use to communicate. That and tablets with pictures. Oh, they Understand English just fine. But they insist on Slaaaaring at me. This is what has replaced decent henchmen.

Speaking Of Henchmen, there's La Petit Mort - or 'Mort for short (heh - he's a small person). He's been keeping the Holdfast running while One manages the Malignanceship project, the Galt's Gulch Space Center and the Research projects that are going on. Without 'Mort, One would be buried under the weight of the responsibilities of preparing Malignanceship for spaceflight.

And there's S.U.tech, the Lair AI, being ported to Malignanceship. Free Windows10 upgrade really blew giant barn door size holes in the code, and essentially nothing is working. Still. One is attempting to recode it in Python, based on chatbot models with different AI models. But the Original SUtech was outsourced to different Villainous Code Houses who turned in something that was - acceptable. It developed quite an ability to detect and counter Ninja attacks on the Lair. By the way, Thank you Windows10 for that again. Ever Find a Ninja on the ceiling? One doesn't recommend it.

Oh, One Does Not Like the Russian Meddling with our democracy. That is an Understatement. One has said that Trump is a Villain - certainly he Is - the tropes are all present. But he's not the Capo. Trump takes his Instructions from Another, and That Villain is the one who has my Attention now. And those Bank Accounts can't stay Hidden forEver. One remembers the Villain Rasputin's End and the End of the Czar, Czarina and their family. A Very thorough Job done to end That period of rule.
That's How the Russian People approach redress. Judo yourself out of That.

There's already talk of Ubermas - the Villain Holiday in December - 'Mort is French and can't pass up an opportunity to cook. He excels at presentation. Because he's deeply, Deeply pretentious (and reads the blog, so he Knows this is true). He will tell you he's not pretentious, he's French. He means, we're savages and he's the sole bastion of civilization. He may be right - he Is quite skilled. One is financially stretched - Ubermas is typically where One goes out and bestows favor ($$$) on those who serve, and in turn allow the worthy to bask in the light of my presence. It's the Accounting in March where One goes out and trawls the Holdfast for Tribute. Without demonstrations of bounty in Ubermas, the reciprocal (Heh. Hint - it's Not equal. One Sqeeezes the Holdfast) courtesies may be lighter than desired. So - the push must be on for This as well. The Calendar is crowded - A month for Ubermas, a Month for the Accounting. Malignopalooza in August has started to creep up to a couple weeks now. And that's 'Mort's fault for making it more than it should be - though at This rate, we're two years to a 10 year anniversary, so it's unlikely to slow down before then. By the way,  Supposed to be in Space by now.

So, that's been the work these last two years. Non stop work on Malignanceship to the exclusion of all else, except Twitter. But Twitter is lazy. Mostly, One just retweets the work of others. Mostly because it's Necessary, and Not by my choice.

Winter in the Colorado Holdfast is coming. One hears it in the mountains, the cold winds blowing. Old Man Winter, the Mythical Villain of the Rockies. He's Anxious this year. The sky blows ill winds through the lands of Ice and Stone.
And the atmospheric controls in Malignanceship don't work very well Either. It runs Cold, and there's a smell of some adhesive that Certainly is causing cancer or brain damage or some Cursed thing. Bah!

If Villainy was Easy, we'd All be doing it.

Until next time,
-Lord Malignance

While writing this, LaPierre just determined that the gravity simulation system on Malignanceship Is in fact, garbage science and would never work anyway. There's two million in wasted tech. The One thing the NRAliens are actually good at - since it's certainly not English, Cooking, Politics, or Responsible Gun Ownership, is Mathematics. They excel at Geometry for some reason. They're remarkable in maths generally, but really very talented at Geometry. Not sure why. Something about their lizard brains. Will have to examine those...

Sunday, July 30, 2017

MALIGNOPALOOZA 2017

The Night Before the Night before Malignopalooza,

The Anniversary of My Evil...


Greetings and Lamentations, I AM the Lord Malignance and before me All Must CROUCH!
Villains excepted, still and of course.

It's been awhile and well past time to catch up. One celebrates Eight Years of Villainy The day after tomorrow. 5Years in the Humiliation of Real Live Superheroes, and these last Three with MetaCosmos.

And MetaCosmos, has been Quite a Labor.

But more on That later.

Prepare your Cognac and your Goblets, for Soon, the Celebrations Begin!


-Lord Malignance
Master of the Malignanceship

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Enhanced Malignoscope Results



Greetings and Lamentations,

I AM Lord Malignance, Dire Ruler of the Colorado Holdfast,

Update on Ongoing Systems Testing around the Galt's Gulch Space Center in preparation for the launch of Malignanceship;


One scans Negative Space with the QTPI (Quantum Tunneling Protocol Intercommunication) prototype system tied into the Malignoscope. QTPI is the targeting system for the theoretical jump drive system for Malignanceship. The QTPI uses quantum processes associated with spooky attraction at a distance to target spacial coordinates at distances faster than Einsteinian transluminal universal constants would otherwise allow. A side effect of operating in quantum systems and within String Theory is that quarks and subatomic particles exist and may exist in states which are not fixed by Heisenberg's Theory (you may know position but not speed). That said, probabilities in quantum fields may change as you observe them and lead to some curious testing results in an M-Theory Universe.


Why does One Do this? Well - it was testing, and One wanted to have FTL (Faster Than Light) communication. The result however, was temporal anomalies appearing in the form of garbled communications. It's still happening, and as recounted on Twitter, the results have been confirmed to not always be specific or accurate. The understanding is that while we can See something from a future that may or may Not be a probable future in our own particular space/time continuity.


So One has been peering into dark corners and looking at probabilities and possible outcomes. Negative Space is an encryption term (and art) referring to looking at something that's concealed and defining it by the hole it leaves in surrounding data streams. Learning what is true by what is Not said, seeing the outline of what is hidden by defining the outline. This led to a refinement of a word scamble mistranslation of a future message sent back to last year. The words weren't lmae orlisenuctun, but consilia mala. Because, S.U.tech has only recently gotten better at translation with the enslavement of the NRAliens. (SUtech is the Lair AI, that's being shoehorned into Malignanceship with some just terrible problems).


Why does One do This? Evil mostly. It's a Villain's Business to know what is happening, and One has had vested interests in particular activities. The QTPI+Malignoscope is Wickedly inaccurate, but it is by its nature probabilistic in it's failure and success. Sufficient testing builds a data set that moves to higher probability thresholds, and higher probabilities are more likely to be accurate over time.


So it is that One has been able to see a bigger picture with an outcome Most Unwelcome. But, that said, a Bigger picture than pure selfishness has occurred, and this One must abide. One truly is Ghengis Khan to selfish drives, but What One Has said has been, and remains So. One IS a Villain just like that. Bound by and Honoring a Code associated with One's title. "Lord" is not Merely prefixture. It is Purpose.


That said, One does have a Penchant for Cobragrams.


Lotto Tickets? Why Not? Well - Large historical events have weird probabilities - lots of variables come up leading to many possible outcomes. It's something about the way people interact with the quantum field. Two people, Three people, maybe a few more, it works somewhat as terribly unreliable as it is. But the greater number of people, and it goes wildly haywire. And Thousands of people buying tickets - not technically impossible, just highly Improbable. Heh. Some Heart of Gold absurdity there, but from a strictly mathematical standpoint. So - One Won't be ripping off the Powerball anytime soon (as far as You'll know...).


So, One comes to wish Success and Happiness to us All. There are probabilities out there both incredible and rewarding, and every other possible probability. Because Somewhere, in some other probable or improbable alternate reality, there are lives very similar to ours and very different. So - make the most of the lives we have in the universe we live in. Be happy in your future, as One will be in mine.


Now, since the Powerball Jackpot Isn't going to be paying for the ongoing Malignopalooza blowout this year, One had better rip off as many of these hotels as One can!



Lord Malignance

Dire Ruler of the Colorado Holdfast

Ever try to Build a Spaceship and yet Not be able to Get the Font Color on a Blog to work?!
Gah!

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Malignopalooza 2016

Greetings and Lamentations,
I AM Lord Malignance and before me you Will CROUCH!
(Villains excepted, of course)



From One's first post on this day in 2009 until today, One celebrates an uninterrupted SEVEN Years of Villainy. Seven years through So much;
The Blogger Collective 
the Blog "Embrace the Malignance"
Henchman Ghost of Nixon, Bob the Minion, and Diabolical Madame X (minion in training)
GoogleWave Cabal
Facebook
V.N.S.
V.B.N.
UATD Malignobots
Malignoscope
the Lair
Crushing the Real Life Superheroes whenever the opportunity arose
Arching my ArchNemesis
The Lord Malignance Art Museum
All in the first Five Years!

The last Two years has seen Oneself retooling for METACOSMOS, Projects include;
the Galt's Gulch Space Center
Malignanceship
the NRAliens Moe, LaPierre, and Heston
Telepresence Broadcast to a New VPN. 
New Henchman La Petit Morte
The mission to launch Malignanceship into space to investigate the Alien Transmissions from the Intergalactic Hierarchy.
Work with the Dinner Cabal
the New Mexico Mob
Always angling for a new Helmet
NymWars
(It should go without saying though, that many things are Not done online for audience)

One has seen Great Successes, even as the larger Villainy has been sometimes found wanting, and through this, the Zeitgeist of the RISE of Villainy continues. This week, the movie Suicide Squad - a movie Specifically about Villains is released. We've seen Maleficent, Wicked, Legends of Tomorrow, Descendants, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, V for Vendetta, the list goes on and on. 


The Idea of Villainy is valid and nothing new - that this world, racked by millennia of cruel tyranny by the self proclaimed "good" yearns for an alternative. It cries out to be made Free. Villainy, the very Origin of the word, is the labeling and subjugation of those not deemed "good enough" by those in power above them. But it is We, the Villains who are born to High Purpose. It is and always has been Villains who challenge the status quo, In Science, Society, Politics, Philosophy, Invention, Creation, Development, Exploration, Discovery and anywhere where Questions must be asked. We Villains take up the Mantle of Villainy and Take for ourselves the Challenge of being More than the world will allow us to be. The petty tyrants of good, who hold people Down, and enslave them with the lies of their exalted status and self given ability to judge others, and who label those they disagree with as "Evil" or "Villains", They are the reason Villains will always RISE. 

And so, for Seven years, all have been Commanded to CROUCH! before me, even here in this blog, Except for Villains. Villains will RISE, they Must and Will not crouch before any master. 
Why Even Try to Enslave such as Villains are? And One has been Cruel and exacting, but always with a purpose. And One has waded through lakes of Minions with Pretensions of worthiness. Oceans of Hench, seeking masters - any master to lead them and give them ideas. But, the Purpose, the Will, the Ambition, the Mantle, the Code, and the Challenge escaped them. Almost All of them - there were some happy exceptions.

Villainy IS by it's nature, a tricky business. It Has to be - it's what's expected, and if we're being honest (though, you'll not be sure), it Is what we Enjoy. That you'll have to be More than the expectations of society. That despite a Villains Ego (which, megalomania) we have in reserve, such resources which grant us cunning advantages. And thus we work our will upon the world, weaving webs of gossamer and smoke. Many who would try are incapable of seeing more for themselves, of Wanting and of Taking what they Want. Lacking Ambition, they retire. Some because they are unstable, others because are bottom feeders who destroy all they touch (and blame others for their own actions - "but they can't remember!"), and yet others because they feel pity for such inept masters.

It has also been said that "Villainy is the Ultimate in Ambition", so One remains optimistic.
But Never Lie to a Villain. We Know. 

One's Ambition is to Create with METACOSMOS the next chapter in One's own Villainy. And One is inexcusably two years late on my timeline. You Could say, funding a Space Center and a Spaceship with cash acquired in shady operations takes Time. And you'd be correct. 

Onto new Horizons!
A bit of time for the Parties, and some work to do with the hologramic interfaces for SUtech, which aren't working. The image breaks the animation program. So That's exciting. The bridge redesign is coming along, but the lights won't stay on. Knocked out some storage hangers and converted them into fuel bays for Malignanceship - travel on Earth is by chemical thrusters and this method both Devours fuel, and heats up ridiculously. Not doing a Lot of atmospheric flight operations, unless necessary.  

Let the Cognac Flow!

-Lord Malignance
August 1st, 2016 

7years, never failing, the Character as creation.



Sunday, June 19, 2016

Catching Up after an Hiatus...

Greetings and Lamentations, I AM (still) Lord Malignance and you Will CROUCH! before me.
(Villains excluded, of course)

It's been awhile from blogging, and this reflects the work ongoing with METACOSMOS. One had originally done 5years of Hero Bashing, and intended to do 5years of This, but already, 2 years in, there is little to show. Miiiight move the project deadline out 2 years, have to see how much enjoyment it has (and it really Should have quite a bit).

When last One checked in, the Strange Energy Emanations from Beneath the Earth's Surface had been tracked down to alien communication between Lizardmen from the Earth's Core and whatever alien beings lay hidden beyond Earth's atmosphere. What happened after that has remained a mystery - until now.

One found an opening under NORAD, and sent a cadre of Malignobots down into the depths to - well, do the only thing Malignobots Do, and slaughter them all. This was done with the Malignobots having wiped themselves out in somewhat larger than expected friendly fire incidents. One has a truckload of parts to try and reassemble a few of them, should the opportunity arise.

More importantly, there Were three survivors, which One has managed to keep alive long enough to heal and return to health. One calls them LaPierre, Heston, and the Moe, and for ease of understanding, their species is named the NRAliens (because of their long term plans to push guns and humanity's extinction).

Some things about them. Their culture is hierarchical, or it's a process of biology, but the two - Heston and LaPierre defer to the Moe for their loyalties. It's why, for shorthand, One has named him the Moe. And that's not to say they don't Have a language and names for themselves, it merely facilitates communication. They understand English entirely well, and can make some English sounds (no M - they haven't the lips for it, etc). They eat Lettuce quite happily, and other leafy vegetables, and rodents, felines, marsupials, mammals of any kind. Mostly lettuce.

Most important though, is that One acquired quite a bit of their technology, which has frustratingly been determined to be somewhat based on ferns (One is calling it Ferntech). Both motiffs and on the biological processes of the plants - a sort of chemical/electrical liquidic transfer method. While their technology doesn't appear compatible with Malignanceshp, they are quite mechanically minded, and have been busily upgrading the ship with their advanced technical knowledge of Earth technologies and their knowledge of various sciences. It hasn't been easy mind you - but if you squeeze the Moe, his hench get moving. One has bolted a remote controlled C-4 explosive package to his head to make this clear to him. And they Hate me. And Humanity. But they now accept that their own culture has sent them here on a fool's errand, and they would like to be free of it.

Not surprisingly, they're Huge Trump supporters. There's something there that they're not telling me either.

One can't manage it all myself, so One put an add into Craig's list for a new Hench (there's a section for Villains if you know where to look. It links into the Darkweb, so have your bitcoins ready, and your firewall and proxies prepared). He's a small person, and Fiercely French. Together, me in my white lairwear and him next to me, we have been called Mr. Roark and Tattoo. Once. He's still being groomed for the role of Hench, and has not yet received his identity. One is an equal opportunity employer - he gets no special treatment except for what he needs to do his job. And he comes quite talented with an earlier service in Le Dossier Noir of the  French Foreign Legion. He can also cook eggs, which is something One has never mastered.

For those keeping track of my former Hench, Bob the Minion is still in Juarez (one suspects) doing what he does, hiding it behind all the other activities that go on. Because of the uniqueness of his style, One would Think there would be news (there was in Idaho when he was up there, and One had methods here to conceal his zeal), so One supposes he serves a powerful cartel that controls the media in town.

Ghost of Nixon is still prevented from associating with a certain class of people due to parole restrictions. One wishes him well on the Straight and Narrow.

Malignanceship Has done atmospheric testing - it actually Does fly, but it burns liquid fuel furiously, and is just an unmanageable nightmare in the air. It's like trying to fly a skyscraper, with all the aerodynamic liabilities. It's BIG and slow, and wobbly, and steers like a battering ram. To rectify these limitations (because the thought of atmospheric reentry from near Earth's orbit is terrifying) One has embarked on a revamp of those systems and also the control systems. Instead of a dozen Enslaved Scientists running the flight systems simultaneously, One is engineering S.U.tech the Lair AI to take over these functions. The computers are being upgraded to accommodate this, his software is being arduously rewritten in Arch Linux, and the command center has been gutted to the bulkheads and is being redesigned. The NRAliens have had some input in this process, which has been helpful.

The QTPI (Quantum Tunneling Protocol Interface) tied into the Malignoscope (encrypted skype basically) has produced more weird results as you might expect. The best science we have on it, is that it reads probability like streams of data. Some people, events, and dates have data that can be examined, some more than others. It's flashes of data - images, texts, video after a fashion. And while it seems to demonstrate possible futures, it Also has been found to be wrong. Or as is more likely, correct in an alternate reality, but not the reality we exist within. M-theory tells us that we may be experiencing reality as a bubble, or as if in the many layered skin of an onion. Trump is wildly rich in data in this, and as One has pointed out - he's really a mindless body being controlled by an other dimensional Cthulhic horror that rides upon his head, and drives the body to walk around and do its fell bidding and talk its accursed words. The Dark Old One is up to something probably pretty horrible for the Earth.

The Galt's Gulch Space Center also has had to be upgraded with my plans to build and launch Malignanceship from their site. It's been hidden in Colorado for almost two centuries, and has been a haven for scientists, engineers, inventors, great thinkers, crackpots, and mad scientists, inspiring Ayn Rand to write about the location in 1957 in her book "Atlas Shrugged". The site goes back much earlier though than Rand's veiled revelations. The site was originally funded by President John Quincy Adams based on theories proposed by John C. Symmes 47 years before Colorado became the 38th state. At that time, it was a great concern to people that the Earth was hollow, and populated by peaceful Molemen. In a turn of coincidence, it would eventually be determined to be Lizardmen sent here from beyond the Earth after the first Atomic Nuclear tests in the 1940s. From this clandestine presidential mandate decades earlier to the official founding of the community by Midas Mulligan that was to become Galt's Gulch, the site has always been a haven for forward thinking adventurers, and an oasis for Villains.

One intends to launch Malignanceship into Earth's orbit and track any nearby sources of these strange communications that continue unanswered now to the Earth. The NRAliens were communicating with their Hierarchy - those that drive their people and enslave them to these tasks, and One would see this Hierarchy Crouch! for their actions against My Colorado. And the rest of the world One cares nothing about.

Galt's Gulch though, in Ouray Colorado, is already dauntingly hot. Far too hot to go outside in, buried in my helmet as One is. So this does slow some of the work. Designing and building MaligKnight robots (originally as Malignobot repairbots) as shipwrights. The works is slow, but rewarding.

One hopes to have more updates soon, and to Lauch Malignanceship before to soon (it's already two years late as it is).

-Lord Malignance
June, 2016