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Hand-me-down

If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of giants.

Issac Newton understood the importance of building upon the knowledge and wisdom of those that came before him. Mark Twain did when he said:

There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages.

The nature of scientific research is that we take what is already known and test and explore new avenues, but it is very rare that anyone has a valid new idea. We live in a world of intellectual hand-me-downs.
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Next in line

Every day there are 371,124 births around the globe, and around 1,700 in the UK (I know this because I just used Wolfram Alpha and Google) so by my reckoning that is an equivalent number of birth announcements. I don’t know anyone today who is breaking the good news yet for some reason the news thinks that I really care about the prospect of a child to a couple I don’t know.

One of whom is important because he was lucky to be born to a person who was lucky to be born to a person whose ancestors were powerful enough to seize power over a bunch of people and his wife who was lucky enough to marry him. It’s not even though this birth is that important because this embryo is not as constitutionally significant.

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Strictly Strictly

Elf has never done it for me, I think its my aversion towards Will Ferrell. It’s also for that reason I am not fussed about Anchorman or it’s sequel. The only time I have been able to stand him in a movie is when he played it straight in Stranger than Fiction. The same applies to Jim Carey, I don’t find him funny but thought he was brilliant in The Truman Show. This means that for me Christmas isn’t impending when I see this movie.

The real countdown to Christmas begins with a TV show that concludes in the last weekend before the big day. It puts the sparkle into the holidays and, while not being the most manly of programmes, is full of fun and cheer. That’s right ladies and gents, tonight is the first episode of the camp-as-Butlins Strictly Come Dancing.

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A baby reannouncement

I am now living in the aftermath of the Red Posting, and one of the consequences is that all the posts I made during Mrs G’s Pregnancy and the following nine months are now gone. That makes me a little sad as they were some of the most personal posts I had done. So (if you will indulge me) I am planning on reposting them, even though it seems a little strange to be doing so while Baby G is grabbing at my toes.

One thing I should clear up, there is not a Baby G2 coming, don’t read this as an announcement of another Mini-G, it’s just a repeat post from the archives.

I repeat, it’s just a repeat…there isn’t a baby on the way.

You know those people who think everyone wants to know what is going on in their life? The ones who take to Facebook and inundate others with pictures of their amazing lives, or sit and write a few hundred words on their own personal blog? I mean who really wants a baby announcement clogging up their inbox or Facebook wall, it gets in the way of videos about cats.

Saying that, I’m one of those people.
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Moved to Tears

As a British male I have to hide my feelings, it is the stoic attitude which has led our emotionally repressed nation to greatness. Even being peppered sprayed in the face is an unacceptable time to cry, however there are few moments where I’ve had a huge piece of dust itching my cornea and I’ve had to moisten my eyeballs.

Strangely these mostly happen during movies, I think cinemas must need cleaning a bit more, and most recently during Pacific Rim where the tears rolling across my cheeks may have been those of joy. It was the most amazing thing I have ever seen and after a few crazy weeks was a fantastic release of emotion at a movie full of fun.

This was the first film that made me weep with joy, mostly I get hit by sentimentality. I’m a sucker for a scene of sweetness and brass soundtrack, it seems to hit me right in the Stevenus Spielbergium (the part of the brain that detects sentimentality). Here are a few of those scenes. Continue reading

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This is a do-over

At some point in the last few hours this site started to create iron.

Within a fraction of a second, the weight of this blog collapsed upon itself and went supernova. The resulting explosion has jettisoned the mass of hot gases that constituted content of this stellar site and left a tiny remnant of its past glories.

Once again Geek Ergo Sum is star-dust, with all the resulting elements floating around waiting to coalesce and reform into something new. The galactic circle of life continues as dust forms grains forms rocks forms planets. From the primordial depths of the internet new posts shall evolve, take shape and rise and fall with likes and shares.

In what seems like a regular annual occurrence I have taken a sledgehammer to this site and my posts. Whereas I would normally change a few categories, alter a featured image here and re-tag every post; this time I have gone for the ultimate change. I have removed everything…

As  a few hundred posts all vanish in the blink of an eye I can hear one voice cry out, and not be extinguished. That is the voice of Mrs G, who at this announcement will be rolling her eyes at me from behind the screen she is reading this on.

Maybe I didn’t drink enough water today, perhaps I had too much tea or the broken sleep is catching up on me. Whatever it was I had had enough. Not sure what enough I’d had too much of but I knew that I thought I knew it was enough.

And enough’s enough.

So I took down every post, picture, rant and embedded video and decided to start again. So this is post zero, well actually it is post one but you get the picture. Maybe the removal of all my content was a diversion from something else. It wasn’t but I just needed a segue for this:

As we tiptoe nearer this site’s shiny new era I will make a confession. I am going to make it easier on myself to get up and running, I am more a Visigoth than a vandal. As it stands there are 626 drafts that consist of those posts-not-yet-published and posts-that-were-but-now-are-not. Part of the rebirth exercise is to connect to the posts past lives and help save me time.

The four years I have been writing (and deleting) have, hopefully, helped me improve; so now I want to tidy up and republish some of the good stuff that may have been lost. It will also let me exorcise some of the not-so-good trash that I have on a regular basis produced.

So for those who were there at the end, I welcome you to a new beginning. For the rest, be glad you didn’t know what this site was like before it was gentrified.

Ladies and Gentlemen.

Welcome.