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The Mad Scientist In Me Asks…

Posted in All Things Arty, Me, My two cents worth, Silly schemes & twisted theories, Sketches with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 2, 2009 by The Puppeteer

“How about we play around with DNA and actually create a superhuman being”?

Yes, it’s been contemplated widely, but then it’s never been possible with ‘ethics’ cropping its officious little head and turning the idea to stone. So I’ve been trying to think up an ethical way to bring superheroes out of the pages of comic books and have them walk/fly/crawl among us.

The way I see it, gene manipulation is the only way to go. Unlike the half-baked theory we’ve read in comic books in which most superheroes were either blessed/ cursed with their extraordinary powers after being exposed to radiation by some means.

Take Marvel’s friendly neighbourhood Spiderman who got his arachnid powers when a radioactive spider gored its pincers into his hand or Daredevil who was sauced with nuclear waste. Back here in the real world, mutations of this sort aren’t likely in the least.

Chances of radioactivity altering your entire genetic make-up instantly giving you the ability to shoot sticky webbing through your wrist, scale walls with protrusible hairs made up of steel-like keratin or gaining ‘spider-senses’, are as likely as you seeing Punisher pirouetting in a pink tutu (apologises for any mild trauma that description might have caused). And in the case of Daredevil, if you were deluged in nuclear waste, the reaction with your cells will have you sooner floating to heaven than kicking Kingpin butt with the use of your echolocation powers.

That rules out radioactivity mutating cells to give people abilities that defy nature. Which leaves us with GENE MANIPULATION!

Now the legendary method of genetic engineering requires identifying and isolating the gene you want switched- using restriction enzymes, and then filling the vacant spot with the new gene. Sounds simple? Far from it. And then there’s rejection of the new gene to worry about… But it’s been proved to work in the making of a Frankenstein chicken! Alright, not exactly “Frankenstein” although I’d like the bolt of lightning scenario, it’s a lot more dramatic. But the chicken did have its moment, as scientists waited with bated breath, purple in the face and about to pass out– for a tweet. No, it wasn’t a geeky chicken that was ’social network’ savvy, it was a chicken with the vocal chords of a quail.

What’s brilliant about this method is that the switch is made at a very early embryonic stage. So all we need is a few eggs and sperm (of which there’s plenty), have them fertilized and allow the embryos to develop in a laboratory. Of course this is a bit of a trial and error method and we’re going to have quite a few anomalous and abominable looking animals before we create a chimp that can defy gravity and whiz through the air…

And this is the bit where I can’t seem to think of a way around that hulking nemesis ‘ethics’. Standing rigid with folded arms in our way it’s going to be tough but just think, “what if”? What if we had our very own clone army with super powers?

Of course there are more obstacles that stand in our way. The next problem hurled at us, is what will these superpowers be?

Sadly, choice is limited. Taking into consideration the forces in the laws of physics that keep our good planet Earth from floating  aimlessly through the vast expanse of the cosmos, we are restricted to certain superpowers.

Here’s why (for convenience of reference let’s name our superhero Bandu), Bandu won’t be able to have Flash’s power to travel faster than the speed of light because E=m0/-1√v/c2!

According to a concept proposed by none other than the wire haired physicist, Einstein:

If an object is already travelling near the speed of light, it can’t move much faster, no matter how much energy it absorbs. Its momentum and energy continue to increase, but its speed approaches a constant value—the speed of light. This means that in relativity the momentum of an object cannot be a constant times the velocity, nor is the kinetic energy given by 1⁄2mv2.

So Bandu will just keep getting heavier as he runs a nice groove around the planet, deeper and deeper, until he finally hits magma! And Bandu is toast.

But what we can do is add on specific genes from other animals. Gills are a bit complex… but we could try. Webbed feet? Organutan arms? Think of the possibilities…

So if you’ve got any suggestions as to how this can be achieved ethically do feel free to share your ideas. I’ll be sure to credit you in my acceptance speech when I’m awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.

Disclaimer: No animals were harmed in the writing of this post. Mosquitoes, on the other hand, were shown no mercy.

Do’s and Don’ts

Posted in Cyanide in the wild, Friends, Jellyfish and Uranium, Me, My two cents worth, Sri Lanka with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 4, 2009 by The Puppeteer

What not to do when going on a Trek (through hell :P ).

DON’T wear sneakers!

SneakerDon’t be deceived by the image. These shoes aren’t designed for rough terrain. They’re no different from Sam Vimes’s cardboard sole shoes. Yeah sure, Sam likes it that way ’cause he can tell where he is just by feeling the cobblestones on the street, but when you’re legging it through a trail, and a rough one at that, the last thing you want is to feel the ground!

With sneakers on you’ll first feel EVEY single stone. A bit later each stone will feel like a sudden spark of electricity shooting up your foot. If you press on, eventually, your foot becomes numb. Yup, sneakers are a definite no-no! If you’ve got nothing else when taking on a trek, go buy yourself a proper pair of trekking shoes.

Do eat and get plenty of rest before your trek

You need to be charged up for it. ’nuff said.

Do take water and food along with you.

If you think you’ve got enough food and water, you haven’t. Take more. And then some…

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Do’s and Don’ts aside, I got a fair share of cuts, scratches, leech bites and bruises.

Got a cut on my wrist trying to fish for some mackerel… out of a tin can.  Yeah, alright that may not seem very ‘rough n’ tough’, but when there’s nothing else but can of jack mackerel, and 10 people share it right out of the can… THAT’S… ok, pure desperation caused by hunger. Heck, if we didn’t have that tin can we would have resorted to cannibalism and eaten each other by night fall.

The leeches weren’t too fond of me though. I had only two of the little blood suckers bite me. One at my ankle and the other on my clavicle (shoulder blade). St.Fallen and Little_Boy_Blue on the other hand… The leeches were drawn to them… possibly the effect of the weed in their blood :P

Here’s how leeches suck blood:

A blood sucking leech attaches itself to the skin of its victim using its suckers. It makes a small wound in the surface of its hosts skin using three serrated jaws just inside its mouth. It then releases saliva into the wound, which contains the anti-clotting agent called hirudin. This keeps the blood flowing freely. The saliva also contains a substance that blocks nerve transmission from the pain sensors in the skin, so that the victim does not notice its bites.

It may sound like something out of a horror flick but it’s fine. You don’t feel it. You’ve got nothing to worry about ’cause the only superficial blood vessels are your veins. So at the very most you’ll just have a bit of a scar for a few days.

And here’s the bruise I got after a buffalo pulled a Zinedine on me…

bruiseThe picture was taken this morning, it’s turned a ripe shade of deep purple now.

It was a crazy trek but the guys were awesome. All the rest of you girls should join them on their next adventure. You’ll be in safe hands :) I can vouch for that.

As for me, I’ll be sitting out the next one. My parents weren’t too pleased that I hadn’t kept them up to date every second of the day about where I was and whether I was still alive. So I’m going to have to wait for this to fizzle out before I can go anywhere with friends again :P

Crazy Elaborate Dreams

Posted in Dreams, Me with tags , , , , on September 18, 2009 by The Puppeteer

I don’t really know why I have sci-fi dreams, I haven’t watched a sci-fi movie in… a very long time! Well, here’s what I dreamt last night…

I took another bite of my bar of Snickers while shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “Not much longer”, I managed through a mouthful of chocolate, malt and peanuts to a friend beside me. He nodded with nervous concurrence. We were among a horde of others clumped together at an open field, gazing into the vast expanse of the sky. Just then the curtain of grey altocumulus clouds began to disperse. The time had come.

The clouds wafted slowly, first revealing two blue grey moons, perfectly aligned. They scattered further to reveal another two and then two more. The sea of people surrounding us began to stir as they pulled out hand-held telescopes and cameras and zoomed focus into the lunar spectacle. The atmosphere was eerily somber though. 14 celestial bodies perfectly aligned were in plain view but there wasn’t a single utter of amazement.

Within minutes rich plum dusk seeped across the heavens making the 14 moons more prominent. Little sparks of electricity shooting from one moon to another were now visible. With a heavy sigh I swallowed the last of my bar of snickers. The prophecy was real. The elimination of the human race by a mighty alien force had been set in motion.

Okay, done rolling your eyes? I know it sounds silly but this isn’t some story I’m making this up as I go along. I’m just relating what I dreamt!

But fine, I’ll just write the rest of it in points, leaving out the details.

My friend and I return to his home, where the other to of our gang are already waiting for us. The friend I went with and one of the other two, are geniuses. They start doing the complex math needed to put into action my plan to defeat the alien force. Yeah, I’m the leading the team :P . The other friend, like me, is a flying ace. The two super brains, had built us space pods.

Silencing an argument on quantum physics, a holographic image pops up of the alien force that was preparing to destroy us, out of something that looked somewhat like a DVD player. They looked very human (probably why they felt Earth would be the best planet to occupy). And one of them was actually kinda hot. :P

Anyhow, while I and the other flying ace wait for the genius-duo to sort out the math I strum my guitar (This could be ‘cause I actually miss playing my guitar. I’ve been too busy.) while at a Tai restaurant ordering Tom Yam soup.

And that was when I woke up. Anti-climax eh? But like I said, that’s just how the dream went. It was actually very detailed and lots more happened but it’s just too crazy… like Tom Yam soup! Why? Why Tom Yam?

This isn’t the first time I’ve had a sci-fi dream though. There was one about a rebel AI microchip. Of course not all my elaborate dreams are Sci-fi. There was the dream about a warlock and how I got a wizard from another dimension to defeat her. Or the one where I escape after being captured by gremlins… And lots more!

I do have ordinary dreams too. Just the other day I dreamt that I was driving somewhere in my sister’s car in the middle of the night and the brakes gave away.

Anyone else have these crazy complex dreams, like my sci-fi dream?

I scored a century!

Posted in All Things Arty, Me, Sketches with tags , on September 5, 2009 by The Puppeteer

My 100th post! :D

Since I set up this blog over a year ago I’ve been very indecisive about my blog title. I’ve gone from being the Messiah of Madness, Tumbleweed, Cyanide to finally The Puppeteer.

I think I’ll be sticking with The Puppeteer. So to celebrate my 100th post I quickly scrawled this sock puppet! A plain text post just didn’t seem right…

Monster Sock Puppet

Something Wicked This Way Comes…

Posted in All Things Arty, Me, Sketches with tags , , on August 10, 2009 by The Puppeteer

Pickled Hellion

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And again the product of procrastination. I was going for more of a Rugrats cartoon style sketch here. It just felt right given the subject is of a fetus, but I added a few personal touches to make it my own.

I’ve combined two fetal stages. Figured the tail would have to be more prominent since el diablo has a distinctive tail. Also direct your attention to the Antichrist hand gesture and the iddy biddy horns.

Pencils- 2B mechanical, 6B for shading and the remnants of an eraser.

I’ve used a bare minimal of two pencils ’cause… that’s all I’ve got! Yep, I’m all out of sketching pencils. And textured paper as well as an eraser…

Sketches turn out crappy when you don’t have all your ‘tools’. They don’t come cheap though so if any of you are feeling generous, early birthday gifts will be appreciated muchly! In terms of art essentials Decembers is too far off…

More of my morbid work can be found on my Flickr account. I don’t see any point in getting myself a DeviantArt account as well, it’s all too much.

Here’s a few-

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