Proof Aliens Live Among Us

I have found proof of Alien life here on Earth along with pictures to support my claim! The first picture is of the space ship Aliens used to travel to Earth in. Notice it is subtly disguised so as not to draw attention to the fact is is a real spaceship?

Alien Space Ship hiding in plane sight!

Alien Space Ship hiding in plane sight!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I found not too far away, the outpost these Alien’s  constructed to live in. Obviously our atmosphere is not quite right for them. I am guessing they live where the hands and feet would be and the rest of structure provides energy and other requirements for living on Earth.

Alien are here, this is their outpost

Alien are here, this is their outpost

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am sure there are solar collectors on the Alien habitat because i=the structure is facing partially north, so it gets sun all day long. I am sure this is advanced technology because both the space ship and the alien habitat look so harmless and innocent. Who would guess they are connected?

I am expecting due to the structure of the habitat, that the aliens are an insect type, and are used to tunneling. For whatever reason earth is not totally their liking. Is it possible this habitat is or was a temporary structure?

Could they have they built their real home into the rock bed below, having shafts cut into the earth below the feet. Is the rocl surrounding the structure from the digging operations that have been performed?

Quite brilliant of these aliens to live right amongst us in a leading technology and cultural area accenting alien pretense as a not only plausible but probable.

Aliens migrate by Terra-forming

This is my theory about life landing on Earth from outer space. Pretend for a few moments that we on Earth have resolved all our differences and have learned to live as one people. Quite a stretch I know, but pretend for a few minutes.

The people of Earth want to travel to other planets and perhaps galaxies, but they are so far away, and our technology is still lacking. The closest planets we want to move to are generations away. We haven’t developed the ability to create and launch multi generations space vehicles yet.

Yet is the key word. We may be able to in the future, but we can not do this yet. We can give ourselves a jump on making new planets habitable. We can do this by launching rockets carrying micro sized pellets of material for planet scape. Let’s make our planet closer. Lets think about getting to Mars and setting up a viable colony of people there. Mars is something we can do in the foreseeable future.

We are getting better at creating designer microbes and designer bacteria. How about we identify or create a microbe here on Earth that can eat some substance on Mars we do not care about or need once we get there.

Let’s create, modify or otherwise produce this microbe to create a waste product we do want. The microbial waste product could be one of the basic components of atmosphere for example. We create some custom microbes and launch them on a rocket ship to Mars.

As our discoveries, technology and knowledge grows so does our microbe creation. We can create ever more meaningful microbes that create as a by product something we need on Mars once we get there.

Aliens Not Attacking

No need to kill life on Earth

Eventually we are in the process of terraforming Mars. Making it closer to something we can inhabit easier. Since we have developed and improved on our microbes and bacteria, there is no sense letting them go to waste.

We package them up and send them off to a further planet we want to someday inhabit. We keep picking out planets further and further away from Earth, but not prohibitively far away from the previous planet we plan on inhabiting some day.

At some point in the process our rockets will be hit by asteroids, or other debris, and our microbes will be dispersed in ever new directions, destined to land on other unknown planets.

Is it possible this has been happening for thousands of years? Projectiles from other civilizations sending out pods of microbes and bacteria with the intent of terraforming planets to their needs for future habitation at some distant point in time?

Some of the pods have been damaged and their contents disbursed landing on barren surfaces starting the process of terraforming? Landing on Earth, most of them benign, but a few not so friendly causing disease and pestilence we had not seen previously?

There does not have to be mal-intent in the actions of sending out projectiles and pods with bacteria and microbes. There just has to be a want to terraform a hostile planet into a planet where future inhabitation may be easier thanks to the efforts of those who lived hundreds or maybe even thousands of generations earlier.

These packages of life terra-forming life may have happened so far in the past the civilizations that sent them do not even know they arrived here on earth.

Alien planet hopping intentions may be lost in time. Only their efforts reamin, lost life forms wandering the galaxies until some planet like mass blocks their path. Some arriving life forms survive and thrive, others perish in a hostile environment.  In the end result, it may even have been ourselves who sent life forms into space eons ago.

Beating Gnome Chess?

Since my previous post about my chess ability or lack thereof, I have not until now felt the need to post anything on chess. I had decided that I did not have the time or inclination to achieve anything higher than beginning chess.

Since that time I have been playing for fun and only chess against whatever program is on whatever electronics I have near. Nothing serious, just casual play. I started to take Hold’em much more serious as Hold’em is where the money is. I feel that I am short of time to devote to playing chess well. Well enough to actually earn any money from chess. To be truthful, Hold’em is a lot easier – for me at least.

In hopes of becoming better at Hold’em, I have a few five minute games I play daily to help my visual awareness become stronger. Or at least that is the plan. They are both tile games. One game is Mahjong and the second is a game is named Shisen-Sho, both played with tiles. Mahjong has always been the easier of the two games for me. I have had to work at Shisen-Sho.

In the last year or so, I have cut my puzzle solve time almost forty percent. I attribute this to improved visual awareness. I find matches more quickly. The hope is, improved visual awareness will transfer to Hold’em as I will have better focus at the table.

If you have watched videos of the master chess games, perhaps you appreciate the beauty of their moves. Watching those high level games is like watching a complex choreographed dance. Moves and counter moves flowing over the board. Opponents lose their King to such pretty combinations of play.

I appreciate the same beauty when I play chess engines though they are not as pretty. Every move I make has a more powerful counter move both thwarting my move and creating a stronger position for the chess engine. It makes getting thrashed by an over powerful chess engine less painful and more fun. I provide the dancing clomp-about that spurs the engines power.

I choose for the most part to limit my chess to casual levels where the machine moves are fairly mindless. When I lose, the next game is only a click away. Until last week that is when I became bored with mindless chess moves and wanted to play a stronger opponent. I downloaded a number of boards and chess engines to play against (I use Linux).

Most beat me easily, I almost feel like a spectator in the match. Last night one game was different. I played against the chess engine Fairy-max. I could not find a definite Elo rating, but the few posts I found seem certain Fairy-max is rated around 1800 – 1900.

I beat Fairy-max! It was not pretty. There were no ballet moves and pretty combinations. There was me playing as a barbarian, hacking and slashing whenever there was opportunity, all the while waiting for the ax to fall and the game to be over.

I managed a checkmate before I made a bumbling move or two and lost the game through poor play and decision making. I was really proud of myself. My game was not pretty, and I am sure to someone who really plays chess, my mate is quite ugly. But a win is a win and I will take it.

Then came the sad news. I played Fairy-max through Gnome Chess, which previously has been unbeatable for most people. After my win, I knew something was not right as the game was sloppy on the computers part.

Ugly Checkmate

One ugly checkmate, but I’ll take it

After looking around, I found Gnome Chess now has preferences. There are now three levels of play strength. Gnome Chess defaults to the lowest level. So much for my vastly improved ability….

I am not able to determine what level play the levels really are. I am able to beat Fairy-max in the normal setting, which is the middle level. I have not tried the top difficulty level yet.

I doubt you will ever read a post by me on Chess.com extolling the beauty and strength of a game I played, or seeing a checkmate twelve moves out. I enjoy leaving these things to others. I am grateful for what I have achieved in the moment and that is enough for right now.

I almost forgot to mention, my Hold’em game has improved too!

How Poker Saved My Life

This true story took place years ago in a European metropolitan city….I am probably the only one to remember it even took place.

There are many advantages in every day life learned from playing poker. One quickly learns the value of sound play. One quickly learns the value of money. One quickly learns the value giving away information, and collecting information.

Having a poker face goes a long way in not giving away information. In my case I believe having a poker face once saved my life.

I was visiting a city where English was not the preferred language. I tried to learn a little of the language before arriving, but there was not enough time, and I am a slow learner of languages. I learned just enough to have a semi-intelligent conversation with a three year old, if they do not try to impress me with their command of the language.

As tourists we tend to wander around and go places where the locals fear to tread. I was one of those wandering tourists, wandering around where no one who has any concern for life and limb would be wandering. Poker does take some amount of risk acceptance, but I unknowingly crossed the risk line as a tourist.

I had wandered into a seedy area of town, to a bar where some really bad people hung out. Not only did they hang out there, but they openly discussed business I unfortunately discovered. Business that was not healthy for anyone else to hear.

In my own ignorance, I did not know the place was seedy, nor did I know it was a haunt of some very serious people of criminal intent. All I wanted was a cold beer, and a break from the heat. It was a rather small bar with only five or six tables. I bought a beer at the bar and sat down at a table. Close by were four men who were in guarded, halted conversation. Two of the men had their backs to me.

Sometimes we make poor decisions

Sometimes we make poor decisions

One of the men with his back to me was angry and impatient, I thought by the tone of his speech. I also understood enough to know this was a conversation I should not be hearing. I was becoming nervous. A lone tourist off the beaten path sitting next to serious men talking about a criminal situation.

After a few minutes of back and forth conversation, one of the men with his back to me realized someone was sitting behind him – in hearing range. From hearing the tone of the talk I knew he was in charge. I also knew this could be the last cold beer of my life.

To say I was nervous was to put it mildly. These were hard men. These were serious men. I realized they could take me outside and I would never be heard from again. Some unfortunate tourist disappeared, and no one saw anything.

I did the only thing I could do. I put on my poker face and acted like it was a hot day outside and I was in the bar having a cold beer, ignorant to the conversation I was hearing and partially understanding.

The Leader inspected me for a good twenty or thirty seconds, which in the moment seemed like a good ten minutes. I did my best to act like I did not have a care in the world and only spoke and understood English, oblivious to the men’s presence.

Suddenly he stood up, and asked the men if they thought I understood their talk, while looking at me intently. I calmly took another drink. Two of the men replied to him saying, “no”. The leader walked behind me, stood quietly for a few seconds, turned and walked to the door. The other men got up and followed. I sat still trying to act as if it was a Sunday morning and I was quietly having milk and cookies.

I felt like Jello inside. I calmly took another drink and breathed a silent sigh of relief. A few minutes later I finished my beer, and walked outside, not sure what to expect.

Mine was the only car present in the parking lot. I got in and drove off, thinking to myself, “What a lucky man I am”. I thanked my lucky stars for poker. Without the skills poker taught me, who knows what the outcome of my misadventure may have been.

Thanks to the skills poker taught me, I am able to relate this story, such as it is. Perhaps without poker, I would have let on through facial expression or body posture that I understood enough of the conversation putting myself in danger. I was a serious threat to the men at the table because of what I heard and understood them discussing.

Without my playing time at the poker table, you would not now be reading this story. No matter what you feel about poker in general, poker, once you get past the basics, poker is all about interacting with people and understanding their actions.

If you are in the workforce you interact with people. If you need to make a high dollar purchase you interact with people. Getting groceries you interact with people. You can not get through your day easily without interacting with people.

You may never be in a situation where how you act effects your very survival, but knowing how to act, and how other people are acting around you, is a very important people skill for success in life. Poker is a only game played using money to keep score. The more you practice and learn, the better you may become. Some day you may need the very skills found in a poker game.