Theirs And Ours

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...the above sentence is an obvious fallacy. After all, this is posted online, where anyone with a browser or similar can access it. So it would be stupid to prevent something being seen due to redundant physical geography...

...right?

And yet I bet all my readers will have found at least one video on YouTube that they wanted to watch, that they couldn't, because of the patch of dirt their broadband is plugged into is HERE rather than THERE.

I hope I'm not the only one that is vexed by this state of affairs, too.

There's reasons, I'm sure. Copyright reasons. Political reasons. Censorship reasons. I have issues with all of them, that much should be obvious. What it means, though, is that there can be a certain amount of exclusivity - and that word, exclusive, has taken a very odd meaning in the modern era.

It is the opposite of inclusive, and inclusive is a good thing. Inclusive means that you don't get left out. Everyone can access the article in question - whatever it is, anyone on earth can experience what the creator has made.

What exclusivity says is that no, only SOME people can experience and enjoy this.

The medium of the article provides some of that exclusivity. Unless you have a specific kind of synaesthesia or someone very good at description, you can't hear a painting, or grasp an untranslated piece of Russian literature unless you can read Russian. What happens in these circumstances? Well, there are workarounds. That's expected, that's accepted. War And Peace, for example. (Yes it's cliche, yes I've read it.) Nobody bats an eyelid when a piece of literature is translated into another language, thus defeating an exclusivity barrier.

One of the most "pirated" pieces of media in history is Game Of Thrones.

There's a bunch of reasons for this, of course. A lot of them could be seen as issues of exclusivity. If one doesn't have HBO in the US, then - until the simulcast of 12th April this year - one had to wait. And wait. And wait. While all those WITH HBO and a Facebook account spoilered the entire thing for you.

Which is why they probably attempted the simulcast at all, in fairness.

Without getting into the debate as to whether or not the cost of subscribing to HBO/Sky/Whatever or buying DVDs is actually another "exclusivity wall", there's the boundary of location there, again. Any anime/manga fans reading this will probably know what I am talking about. Sometimes actually obtaining or viewing something legally is a Sisyphean task in and of itself.

Want to reduce piracy? Make things available. Bring down the exclusivity barriers. Sure, some people will buy a console or a subscription in order to enjoy that single item (or selection of items) that has been released only on Xbox One or HBO or whatever. Some other people, though? They're going to miss out - and those who create the things we love so much...well, are those creators satisfied with large percentages of the populace being unable to access their work?

As nice as it can feel to be one of the priviledged few who has access to something that others don't, I get far more of a buzz knowing that I've shared the experience with others.

Where Everybody Knows Your Name

So Nine Worlds was my first ever convention, and I loved it.

That isn't to say it didn't have problems, or that it was easy. One of the major problems was actually one of the reasons I wanted to go - the like-minded folks I'd be surrounded by. There were freakouts, I won't lie. More than once I totally bailed on a situation because I couldn't handle it, and I spent a lot of time in the hotel room that I didn't necessarily need to, if only because there weren't any people there.

That said...the people I talked to? The people I spent any time around? They were all absolutely wonderful.

The cosplay game was strong; there was Fiona the Human, Thor, two Captain Hammers, five Doctor Horribles (one of whom was also a Giles), one Buffy Summers, one Dawn Summers and one Spike - and that was just at the Whedon singalong. (ALL OF YOU ARE AWESOME.) I saw Loki (Awesome), Cloud Strife (Awesome), multiple Ghostbusters and Mega-City judges (Awesome), Princess Bubblegum (Awesome - and knows about booze so DOUBLE AWESOME), Tiny Tina (Awesome), Baymax (Awesome), a gentleman spider (Awesome), several characters from The Wicked + The Divine (Awesome now that I recognise you) and countless other wonderful folks all over the place...

The atmosphere was so welcoming, too. To me, it was simply a regret that I hadn't worked out how to Con properly until the Sunday morning. I'd not WASTED two days there, but I'd certainly not really got my oar in. I know I didn't need to do ALL the panels, play ALL the games, see ALL the shows - but next year, I will do more.

My health didn't help, of course. The joint pain and the breathing issues weren't my friend. The social anxiety doubly so. My social batteries were flagging by the end of the first day I was in the hotel. I probably kind of scared the folks I went with on occasion, I got a little twitchy...but you know. It's only to be expected.

Ah yes. Next year. I did mention that.

I am going next year. Next year I will cosplay. Next year I will bring food with me (HUGE MISTAKE THIS YEAR). Next year I will throw caution a little closer to the wind, maybe attend the rave on the Friday or the cabaret or anything, really. Just more things. Get more involved. Be less afraid of well shit I don't know just the entire world around me.

I met some really cool people there. I learned some very interesting lessons. I picked up injokes. ("The smores! The tragic tragic smores!") I learned how to play Pandemic, and that where we go from here is we actually keep singing.

Con Crash is real; I didn't experience Con Flu, but the moment I had to shlep back into the real world, I felt dragged down by it. The people around me didn't have the same frame of reference as those I had left behind. I'm on a bus, but nobody is there out of the same love of things that I am there for. They're there because we all just happen to be travelling in the same direction.

Back to earth with a bump. I kind of hated it.

You know what, though? For the depth of the valley...it was so worth it, just for the peak of the mountain that preceded it.

Now if only I could get it on prescription to cure depression, that would be great...

Just Passing Through

I'm on my way to Nine Worlds for the first time. I'm on a coach, and I am doing just fine.

I have found that laziness and efficiency are comfortable bedfellows. When arranging the travel, as my fellow adventurers kindly allowed me, I wanted as few transfers as possible and reasonable lead times between stops. It's all about minimising stress.

Yes, I'd rather wait for 40 minutes for a train than run for an earlier departure. Pain does that. Perhaps being portly doesn't help either.

I am perhaps a bit of a stickler for a plan, though. Bus at this time, boat at this time, train at this time. I'm probably hard to travel with because I get a bit inflexible.

That's another boon for anxiety: it can channel into planning. Google Maps is a godsend. You don't just have directions, you know what the terminals all look like. You know what happens if you miss any of your connections. You have to, or you worry yourself sick over it.

So yes, I do think this is the best way, because in my head I've done this trip four times already.

Anyway...enough of that...

Bring on the Con.

Replace Them With Our Own Words

Quite often I am struck by songwriting - a certain lyric or turn of phrase just catches me, and I start to listen to the song on repeat. Drilling it into my skull. It's like discovering your favourite poem, but set to music.

There's a lot of bands that tend to do this, and a lot of singular moments of wonderful lyricism in songs I wouldn't expect to contain them.

One band in particular that repeats this trick over and again is Rise Against.

If you're not familiar with their ouvre, you will be the moment you hear a song. Tim McIlrath's voice isn't one you forget, and their musical style is very distinctive.

What gets me, though? ...what gets me is the lyrics.

Below are several of my favourite Rise Against lyrics, with links to the songs they are taken from, and names of the albums.

"Is this the life that you lead, or the life that's led for you?
Will you take the road that's been laid out before you?"
     - Paper Wings (Siren Song Of The Counter Culture)

"A lesson to learn at a crucial point in time:
What's mine was always yours, and yours is mine."
     - Chamber The Cartridge (The Sufferer And The Witness)

"There will be a time to crack another smile
Maybe not today, or for a while
But we're holding out to laugh again someday."
     - Tragedy + Time (The Black Market)

"We're all okay - until the day we're not
The surface shines, while the inside rots."
     - Audience Of One (Appeal To Reason)

"Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?
Are you out there on the front lines, or at home keeping score?"
     - Architects (Endgame)

"And there, amidst the waves and the cloudless skies
That blanket the year before - I watch my life wash ashore."
     - Everchanging (The Unraveling)

"And still we give ourselves to this
We can't spend our lives waiting to live."
     - The Dirt Whispered (Appeal To Reason)

"Because I found God in the sound
Of your factories burning down
Now I sleep so sound."
     - The Eco-Terrorist In Me (The Black Market)

"Somewhere between happy, and total fucking wreck
Feet sometimes on solid ground, sometimes at the edge."
     - Survive (The Sufferer And The Witness)

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse."
     - Swing Life Away (Siren Song Of The Counter Culture)

"Lipstick track marks bleeding wet
Like Montagues and Capulets
For us, child - the stars refuse to shine."
     - Methadone (The Black Market)

"My bones all resonate a burning lullaby
You can't take that from me - just go ahead and try."
     - Help Is On The Way (Endgame)


"All because of you I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings, no, not the kind with halos
The kind that bring you home when home becomes a strange place.
I'll follow your voice - all you have to do is shout it out."
     - The Good Left Undone (Appeal To Reason)


"'Cause when we're all just ghosts and the madness overtakes us
We will look at the ashes and say: People lived here."
     - People Live Here (The Black Market) 

...and that's why I love this band.

Check them out if you don't know them. If you do - give them another look.

Why Should I Worry?

I used to have serious anxiety problems.

Don't get me wrong. I still do. I just deal with them differently now. Anxiety isn't the kind of thing that just goes away, no matter how many mantras you repeat, no matter how logical your thought process, no matter how much money you pour into the wallets of therapists and counsellors.

Anxiety just has a very different way of interacting with me, now. Or more precisely, I interact with it differently - it still rattles the saber, but I get to pick the battleground.

For a long time I didn't leave my house.

I still lived at home with my parents at the time. I was 19 going on 20 and if I were to use a word to describe my mental state, I would say it had been Coventrated. (Look the word up. It's a very cool word.) I wasn't having a good time of it.

The outside world became my enemy. I hated it because I was so afraid of it, and the people in it, and the very real chance that I might have to exchange words with another human being that wasn't in the "safe" box in my mind. There weren't many of those, either. With the removal of any outside timetable (I was signed off work due to this anxiety amongst other things) I tended to wake up at 4-5pm and fall asleep at 6-7am, catching the evening news with my breakfast, and drift off after the educational cartoons and reruns of Countdown on Channel 4.

Slowly defeating this mindset and getting out of that lifestyle was an uphill struggle but one I eventually kind of won sort of. I didn't know what an Introvert was, back then - but I knew that not being able to go outside was Not Normal and Counter To Having A Good Life and I needed to Pull Myself Together etc etc etc. I could vomit with how much of that particular brand of bullshit I had to chug down with my daily ration of awake.

To go against that was terrifying. I'm no stranger to panic attacks, and the thought of forcing myself outside for no good reason would trigger them. I'd have them just inside the front door. I'd have them on the way to the shops. I'd have them AT the shops, and all the way home, and they wouldn't stop until I got inside...

...and it has taken me a long time to realise that what I'd done was a victory anyway, because even if it scared the bejeezus out of me, I did it. It's an old cliche that a true hero feels fear and strives on regardless, but one I never applied to myself. Yes, I freaked the fuck out when the self-service tills weren't working and I had to smile and say hello to a stranger and give them money and manage to say goodbye properly and oh god oh god oh god go leave don't look anyone in the eye get home home safe home safe home safe HOME LOOK THERE HOME SAFE...

...but I still came home with a 2ltr of Dr Pepper and two loaves of bread.

The only way I found to beat anxiety wasn't to beat it at all. It was a cocktail of treatments and attitudes, but it was more tae kwon do than muay thai. Avoidance and rebalance. It was difficult mental work but it worked, for me, eventually. The recipe for my Curative Cocktail:

• 1 part INTERNALISATION. Panic attacks are less scary if you know you can swallow them down and keep them inside you, like a storm in a bottle - and when panic attacks are less scary you have less of them, and those you have are less awful, and naturally (though slowly) the storm starts to lose its fury.
• 1 part STUBBORNNESS. Fuck you, anxiety. Fuck off. Fuck you. Sick of you running my life you bastard. Just sit in the back of the skull there and make me sweat profusely whenever I see someone I am socially obliged to have a conversation with, and let me go and buy a ruddy Pot Noodle in peace.
• 1 part ACCEPTANCE. Seriously. This is so fucking important. You need to admit to yourself that you are anxious, because until you do that, you can't take logical steps to undermine the irrational parts of your brain and defeat them with the Rube Goldberg logic machines you construct consciously.
• 1 part KINDNESS. To yourself. Don't push it too hard. If you do, you'll fall your ass back down. Push until you are past the line of discomfort, but not so far that you can't look back and see it. Then walk back at a leisurely pace and retake your place on the couch.
• 1 part TRICKERY. You learn by doing, and you learn tricks. Social tricks. To me in particular, a person who isn't actually very good at being social, the learning of social tricks was crucial. The things you are meant to say when other people say things - this you learn through exposure and through going over that line of discomfort. Unfortunately that means...
• 1 dash BEING AROUND PEOPLE. Preferably people that care about you or are cool with you or who just won't be shit at you if you do things wrong. It's often hard to, when you are in the pits of panic, ascertain if your best friend forever is going to ditch you like a bad smell if you say "hello" the wrong way - but those moments of lucidity, when they come along, are wondrous.
• 3 parts FINDING AN ANCHOR. Everyone I have met that has anxiety has a method by which they can somewhat chill themselves out. Not instantly and not totally, but there's something somewhere in this big wide world that will dial back the feeling of gnawing panic in your cranium. I found a few things actually. Music is a big one - writing, gaming, all sorts. They pretty much saved me.

...and now I can pass for a kind of functional human being who has healthy relationships with people and can hold down a job and all that other bollocks. This leads to the chaser for the Curative Cocktail, which is called the Dismissal On The Rocks.

At some point, you learn that you don't necessarily need to give a fuck. You start to run out of energy to care, which can be dangerous, but hopefully it is because you are applying that energy to other things, like Being Around People or interacting with your Anchor. It's a case of riding that wave, and applying that lack of fucks to give to things that you know, logically, you are anxious about with no conscious reasoning. So what if the person in the shop thinks I was wearing this shirt yesterday?

(Note: This is an actual cause for a panic attack I had once. I had walked from my house into town and to the supermarket, and was about to step through the door when I nearly choked because I realised the shirt I had put on, on the way out the door, was the same design as the one I wore yesterday. Not the same shirt. The same design. That alone was enough to cause me to hyperventilate and avoid going into the shop for a full ten minutes.)

After a while - you start to work out what you can and can't afford to give a fuck about. You weigh things. You assess things. Anyone who suffers anxiety is very good at overthinking, but harnessing that overthinking into actual thinking can be very beneficial to one's life.

It's unfortunate that, in the process to conquering the beast, one develops an aversion to it. Anxiety recognises its own. When people near you get fearful, so do you - it's human instinct. The anxious folks are just that much more in touch with the notion of fear than everyone else.

This makes it hard for an anxious person to aid another who suffers; people getting antsy about stuff makes us antsy and we kind of hate that, which makes us feel bad because we want to help but we end up getting angry and twitchy and sometimes our eyelids go all crazy.

So yes. I still have anxiety problems; but at least I'm the one holding the reins.

That Which Is Owed

WARNING!!! This blog post gets quite rambly about finance, and is made from the perspective of a bit of a leftie amateur economist. Read on but be warned!

Once upon a time, there was a sin called Usury; and Usury was the sin of charging interest on a loan or transaction.

We are talking a long while ago, mind. Biblical times. There's a couple of verses that address the issue directly - essentially saying that you can do it to every other bastard, but not to your homies:

Exodus 22:24 (25)—If thou lend money to any of My people, even to the poor with thee, thou shalt not be to him as a creditor; neither shall ye lay upon him interest.

Deuteronomy 23:20 (19)—Thou shalt not lend upon interest to thy brother: interest of money, interest of victuals, interest of any thing that is lent upon interest.

Deuteronomy 23:21 (20)—Unto a foreigner thou mayest lend upon interest; but unto thy brother thou shalt not lend upon interest; that the LORD thy God may bless thee in all that thou puttest thy hand unto, in the land whither thou goest in to possess it.

...which is interesting, because even in a historical sense, right there - it's recognised as Not A Good Thing. Fast-forward to 325AD  wherein, at the First Council of Nicea, clergy (and later, laity) were forbidden from charging interest to ANYONE.

The Qur'an has something to say about it too:

Those who charge usury are in the same position as those controlled by the devil's influence. This is because they claim that usury is the same as commerce. However, God permits commerce, and prohibits usury. Thus, whoever heeds this commandment from his Lord, and refrains from usury, he may keep his past earnings, and his judgment rests with God. As for those who persist in usury, they incur Hell, wherein they abide forever (Al-Baqarah 2:275)

So...interest. Not cool bro. Not cool at all.

Smashcut to 2015, and if you try telling anyone that interest is a bad thing, they will think you are crazy. Interest is so ingrained into our lives that we barely even notice it any more. It's made a lot of money for a lot of people (and cost a lot of people a lot of money too).

Interest made lending money to people very profitable indeed. It led to the financial institutions as they exist today, as huge and monolithic as they are, with traditions, laws and practices that extend back centuries.

It's why people, civillians lets say, talk about being in debt, or getting into debt. It's a Bad Thing. While loans are Good Things (they help cashflow which can lead to more money being made for all) debt is a Bad Thing.

On the other side of the coin, debt is - to financial institutions - a fungible product. It is a thing. It can be traded, bought, sold. It has a value. When a bank makes a loan to a person, they are investing in them - and that investment repays. What happens if it doesn't repay? The remaining debt is sold to a recovery agency or similar, for a small percentage of the original value - and they then chase the debtor, for the full amount plus a markup.

There's all kinds of laws in place for loans, of course. The maximum interest one is allowed to charge, for example - the once-evil concept is regulated, tamed, made into something that is profitable to the lendor without crippling the debtor. Risk should factor into the decision to offer loans and at what rates, too - the current financial crisis is what happens when loans are handed out en masse to those that are at higher risk of default or failing to repay. Credit ratings are a numeral indicator of risk as seen through the eyes of credit companies, from the data they can access on one's lifestyle.

The regulations are in place as much for those taking out the loans as for the banks and institutions lending them out, of course. A bank can only afford to have so many of its loans go bad before it doesn't have enough cash to operate properly, and suddenly, Too Big To Fail becomes Shit That's A Big Failure.

Either way, when a bank makes a loan to a person, the two parties make agreements. They agree to a schedule of repayments and an interest rate, for example. They agree what happens if the debtor defaults. That's what those bits on the contract that you sign say, anyway. A good bank will offer a competitive interest rate, sensibly limit how much money they lend to people with consideration to how much they can afford to pay back, and up-front tells the person they are lending to what happens if they don't pay it back.

What the bank doesn't get to do is tell you how to manage your finances after the fact. It doesn't tell you how you should be working, what you should be saving, that you can't go out for a pint on Friday because if you do that then you may not be able to repay the loan. They work on the assumption that you aren't risky - that you won't blow the entire loan on hookers and blow and then try and flee the country.

Debt recovery agencies are a little more harsh than that, depending on circumstances. If you clearly can pay what you owe, they'll come after it, hobnail boots jammed into doorframes, seizure orders, the works. If you cant pay, however, they tend to work with you. They try to ascertain what you can afford to pay, and then get you to pay it - because they want to get paid. You don't get money from people who don't have a lot by demanding the entire thing while threatening to snatch their matress. You work with them, you come to an arrangement - they get paid, and eventually, your debt is cleared.

This approach shows that most debt agencies actually know more about austerity (and how it isn't actually good for anyone) than its proponents.

Lets say a small business owner defaults on a loan, for whatever reason. Their income is 800 credits, their outgoings are 700 credits, and they default on a debt of 1200 credits. A letter lands on their doorstep demanding 1500 credits - that's the original debt of 1200, plus 300 for the recovery company's time.

A smart recovery company will come to an arrangement with the business owner. They can afford to pay back 100 credits a month with absolutely no quarter for potential failure, decreased sales or increased costs. So the smart company comes to an arrangement for less than that - say 50, spread out over 30 months. It'll take them a long time to get paid, but they'll have gotten paid, and the business they are collecting from won't go bust and fail to complete the payment schedule. It is reduction of risk, to avoid gouging a debtor so hard that their ability to repay you is impaired.

Or in other words: don't shit where you eat.

Where am I going with this ramble? Why, Greece is the word.

In short, they are probably considered high risk at this point, which is perhaps understandable. Currently, though, the raft of measures that are being deployed to arrange repayment is...well...it is shitting where you eat. If the IMF expects the Greek economy to recover, then demanding austerity AND a harsh repayment schedule is beyond foolish. Austerity doesn't help anyone repay anything. It slows economies down, reduces monetary circulation, and hobbles spending power - spending power such as that needed to repay large loans to the IMF.

Which is going to get them into trouble, probably. Maybe another default - which may lead to another set of bailout loans.

Now...if a mobster made a loan to our same businessman from earlier, and they were to default. 800 credits income, 700 credits outgoing, 1200 credits owed. The mobster sends the boys round, demands 1500 - but demands 300 of it up front; more than the businessman can pay without crippling his business.

Either 1) the businessman fucks his business and pays the 300 credits but can't ever pay back the rest as his business is gone or 2) the businessman says he can't pay that much.

Well that's fine, says the mobster, cracking his knuckles. We'll take 100 now...but you'll owe us 2000 credits later. And the businessman agrees, and cuts to the bone, so he can afford to spend a credit on food as well as keep paying the mob - and that's great...until his outgoings increases to 710 credits due to inflation or a supply problem.

Mobster sends the boys round again. Can't make the payment? Well that's fine...we'll lend you a little more to get you out of trouble. But here's the thing. You're gonna need to be paying us 120 credits a month for twice as long to cover it all.

If you heard about this happening to someone you know - well you'd demand they call the police, because that's loan sharking. Engineering a financial difficulty for someone in order to profiteer from them? Highly illegal, amoral, and part of the reason why usury was a sin.

But if the mobster is a huge financial institution and it is sending the boys around to entire countries...well, nobody seems to think that's as messed up as it really is.

This is what austerity does. In times of poverty, those that do well are those who take advantage of others. It is a predatory environment, and sometimes the predators hunt prey as small as a person - and sometimes they go for entire nations. If another country tried to rob the Greek economy directly, they'd be met with military force, but these robbers wear suits and are acceptable parts of society.

Keep this in mind: whenever a cut is announced, and it's to "reduce the deficit" - that is going into debt owed to loan sharks, a group of rich people in an office deciding what we're worth as a nation and gouging us for every single penny they can. In ancient times we saw this as wrong. In day-to-day life we know it's wrong, on a personal level. Why is it okay on a global scale?

If we're to approach this moralistically, and ethically - it's not.

National debt is profiteering on a grand scale, and we shouldn't be okay with it. Neither should the Greeks - and neither should the Germans.

Usury is a sin.

...now that's off my chest...back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Thoughts On The Three-Three

So today I turned 33 years of age.

How's it different to 32? It isn't. Not for the age, anyway. Life is better - significantly objectively better. I'm feeling slightly better, slightly less ill. I'm feeling a lot happier and more confident at work. A lot more settled in my own head too. My ulcer has healed, though my lungs aren't up to much. Life is just working out better for me.

Will I be able to say the same again a year from now, Bastille Day 2016? Who knows.

What I do know is that there are people in my life - some that I talk to literally every day, some that I barely talk to more than once a month, everything in between - that have made life a happy thing. Sometimes it feels like ice-skating up hill, but with friends like these I can climb mountains.

I think you all know who you are. I hope you do. If you're at all curious, just ask, I'm pretty honest.

If we talk every day: Thanks for being tolerant of my short temper, my weird thought process and my general lack of physical ability.

If we don't talk too often at all: Thanks for understanding, and for not being mad at me.

The political landscape right now is a little rocky; but it all comes down to how we ride the storm, not how long the weather stays sunny. So this year is for the living.

More tattoos. More travel. Catching up with people that I haven't seen in TOO DAMN LONG. Getting shit together, making life better.

I've already got the liberte, and I'm working on the equalite. Let's have some fraternite.

...and fuck it, let's make a straw promise of a blog every week.

...wait wait wait no I didn't NO WAIT STOP -