Seeking a Little Truth
Welcome to the thoughts that wash up on the sandy beaches on my mind. Paddling is encouraged.. but watch out for the sharks.
About Me
- CyberKitten
- I have a burning need to know stuff and I love asking awkward questions.
Friday, September 18, 2026
Thursday, September 17, 2026
Just Finished Reading: American Sherlock – Murder, Forensics, and the Birth of Crime Scene Investigation by Kate Winkler Dawson (FP: 2020) [274pp]
Whenever I read about criminal investigation in the 19th century (fictional or otherwise) I can't help but wonder how anything was actually solved before the advent of modern forensics. It would appear that the lack of CSI as well as the lack of understanding (or belief) by members of the jury lasted well into the early 20th century. However, one man (in the US) was determined to change that – Edward Oscar Heinrich. Starting as a pharmacist assistant and later chemist he was determined to bring scientific principles into criminal investigation as well as into the courtroom not only to prosecute the guilty but to ensure that the right people ended up in prison rather than someone who just happened to be the most obvious person in the wrong place at the wrong time.
It wasn't long before Heinrich was asked for every time a local police force hit a problem. As his fame spread, he began attending incidents across the country – much to the dismay of his wife and children. Inevitably as he all too often identified suspects from the smallest items of physical evidence, he was just as often called to the stand to show the jury exactly what he found and to explain exactly why it was important. [I was actually shocked more than once at how contaminated the crime scenes of the era where – not only be the number of police officers at any particular scene but by the members of the public who wanted to see blood but also to take 'souvenirs' of the event. Most of the cases would fail these days because of the sheer amount of contamination of the crime scene.] The biggest frustration that Heinrich struggled with was the fact that juries often either didn't understand his evidence or simply dismissed it as fantasy or what we might call today 'technobabble'. But this was the age where fingerprinting was just coming into regular use and the concept of blood types had only just been recognised, so it's hardly surprising that even the police themselves were sceptical of any scientific explanation – most especially when it contradicted their own 'gut feelings' or prejudices.
Scattered throughout with some of his most famous cases (only one of which I had previously heard of) this was an interesting look at the earliest days of modern forensic science and the uphill struggles its practitioners had both in solving crimes and convincing juries that their science could prove who actually did do it (and of course sometimes the 'science' was nothing of the sort). Although this was, primarily, a biography of the man himself I was a little disappointed that it didn't focus more of the science. I was also slightly irritated by the repeated mention of his financial worries and his rivalry with other 'experts' in forensics. But these niggles were generally a minor affair. Overall, an interesting look at the period – 1920's and 30's – and the crimes committed then. Reasonable and more Sherlock Holmes Adjacent (SHA) content to come.
Wednesday, September 16, 2026
Tuesday, September 15, 2026
INTERESTING! Especially having the German weather charts too...!
Monday, September 14, 2026
Just Finished Reading: I Don't Like Mondays – The True Story Behind America's First Modern School Shooting by N Leigh Hunt (FP: 2022/2026) [309pp]
I don't remember the actual shooting when it happened on 29th January 1979. I don't even know if it was reported here. It probably was, being SO unusual at the time, but if it did then it didn't register. I only really remember knowing about it after the Boomtown Rats made her (apparently disputed) reason for the shooting into a hit song (below) – at least in the UK. It's also why I 'clocked' this book when I saw it in a local "we sell EVERYTHING shop'.
The story is surprisingly simple. One morning 16-year-old Brenda Spencer told her father that she wasn't feeling well and would be taking a day off school. Shortly after her father left for work Brenda got her .22 rifle and, from her own front door, began firing across the street at her local Elementary school killing the Principle and Head Janitor and injuring 8 children all under ten. When she was finally arrested and was asked WHY she did what she did (a particularly unusual thing at the time but increasing common event today) she is supposed to have responded "I Don't Like Mondays" - which she later denied.
Covering the shooting in detail (including extracts from the police dispatch and SWAT Team) before moving onto the arrest and fallout from the event this started out quite strong, but I slowly became a little bored as, despite the attention (and sometimes honestly over-attention) to detail, it didn't feel like there was a whole lot of SUBSTANCE here. I'm not sure exactly what it was, but I did feel more than once like I was making my way through a plot made of cotton candy. I think that a big part of that was the fact that Brenda never went to trial (having eventually pled guilty) and that we never got to the bottom of why she did it or what circumstances made her at such a young age into a person who could gun down little kids in the school yard. There was talk of abuse (both physical and psychological), a broken home, drugs, a history of petty theft and 'trouble making' but nothing substantial or of substance. It was more than a little frustrating.
I was definitely looking for much more analysis here, both of the event and the larger (post-1979/future) context but that was rather thin on the ground. Whilst not a 'bad' book I think this needed a little less focus on Brenda's jail time (and seemingly endless delusions of eventually going free) and more focus on the causes and impacts of school shootings. Reasonable and more on school shootings and other aspects of the 'Dark Side' of American history/culture to come.
Sunday, September 13, 2026
Well..... Actually Sarah (and friends) blew up the Headquarters and main Research hub of Cyberdyne Systems in California who were under contract to supply advanced computer chips to the US military for its Skynet Project.... So..... kinda close..... [lol]
Saturday, September 12, 2026
My 10 Most Played Computer Games (according to Steam).
I've been meaning to post something like this for a while now but wanted to wait until my latest gaming obsession made my Top 10 List. So, here they are...
Borderlands 2 – 1,407.5 hours
This is a 'cartoonish' FPS (First Person Shooter) with a WICKED/Twister sense of humour. A group of us played it to death (as you can tell) and it became one of our all-time favourite games that we still talk about.
Warthunder - 1,325.4 hours
I was VERY surprised by how much I liked this game. You have an option of playing Land, Air or Sea combat in vehicles against other players usually in teams of around 16 of so. The era of the vehicles goes from the 1920's up to present day (bunched together in rankings so you're not fighting grossly superior enemies. It was VERY frustrating at first but once I got the hang of things you can see how many hours I put in. I played Ground Arcade mode.
Company of Heroes 2 - 1,205.5 hours
Another game that I played endlessly with my main gaming partner. It's a WW2 small unit RTS (Real-Time strategy) game where you get together a bunch of tanks, infantry & other units and try to kill the enemy (we played against the AI) before they killed you. Lots of fun mayhem.
Generation Zero – 993 hours
Yet another FPS but with a fun twist. This takes place in 80's Sweden where you've been on holiday, and you're suddenly presented with an invasion of strange robots that are hunting humans. I was MOST impressed by the AI on this one where it really felt that they were HUNTING you! A very emotional and immersive game.
Borderlands 3 - 857.8 hours
Although this was an enjoyable fun game it didn't quite match the quality and originality of the early Borderlands games. Certainly quirky and hilarious it just didn't have the replay-ability of especially Borderlands 2.
Oxygen Not Included – 804.4 hours
This was a 'try something different' single player game that became quite the obsession for my gamer buddy & me. It's a weird survival game where you get to control the lives of a group of duplicate humans (called Dupes) INSIDE an exploded planet by resource mining and coping with a hostile environment. The trick is finding or producing enough oxygen to make it through the next day!
Dawn of War – Retribution 655.5 hours
I'm a HUGE fan of the Dawn of War franchise and we've played most of them until recently. One of the great things about THIS variant was the ability to play arena matches against AI opponents and we became VERY good at it. Part of the fun was 'pugging it' where me & my gamer mate would team up with a random person and fight to the end boss – whether the pug could handle the strain or not. We had some terrible teammates, but we had some great ones too. It just added to the fun.
No Mans Sky – 585 hours
Another strange one for me – essentially a galaxy wide explorer game where you hop from planet/system to planet/system mining, building, finding/buying cool ships and essentially doing whatever you felt like. It was multi-player, but the galaxy was SO big I think I only detected one or two other people ever – and immediately left the system...
Divinity: Original Sin II - 501.2 hours
A Fantasy RPG (Role Playing Game) with quests, mysteries and baddies to overcome. Mostly fun but could be VERY annoying at times. Although you could pick from a number of character types we did find that replay-ability was very limited.
The Long Dark - 353.1 hours
...and to my latest obsession! This is a walking survival game based in a post-apocalypse frozen Canada after some sort of geo-magnetic 'event'. Essentially, you're on your own (the next version is multi-player) against the environment (known as PvE) and in the mode I'm playing the only objective is to survive. So, you have to keep warm, keep hydrated and fed and don't do anything stupid like falling off a bridge, getting caught in a sudden blizzard or attacked by a wolf you've antagonised (or in my case a MOOSE!). There are no other people, not even NPCs (non-player characters) except a disembodied voice on the radio from time to time. I find it all VERY restful.
Happy Birthday: James Cleveland "Jesse" Owens (September 12, 1913 – March 31, 1980) was an American track and field athlete. He made history at the 1936 Olympic Games by winning four gold medals, setting individual Olympic records in each event, plus another as a member of the 400-meter relay. He is widely regarded as one of the greatest athletes in track and field history.
Owens excelled in short sprints and the long jump and was lauded in his lifetime as "perhaps the greatest and most famous athlete in track and field history". Earlier he won four events, set five world records, and tied another—all in less than an hour, at the 1935 Big Ten Championships in Ann Arbor, Michigan, a feat that has never been equaled and was called "the greatest 45 minutes ever in sport". He won four NCAA titles in both 1935 and 1936, bringing his total to eight—an unparalleled achievement still unmatched.
He achieved international fame at the 1936 Summer Olympics in Berlin, Germany, by winning four gold medals: 100 meters, long jump, 200 meters, and 4 × 100-meter relay. He was the most successful athlete at the Games and, as a black American man, was credited by ESPN with "single-handedly crushing Hitler's myth of Aryan supremacy".
The Jesse Owens Award is USA Track & Field's accolade for the year's best track and field athlete. In a 1950 Associated Press poll, Owens was voted the greatest track and field athlete for the first half of the century. In 1999, he made the six-man short-list for the BBC's Sports Personality of the Century. That same year, ESPN ranked him sixth-greatest North American athlete of the twentieth century and the highest-ranked in his sport.
Or sometimes we DID try it at home but no one blamed the cartoons. Either it was "kids being kids" or kids being stupid. So, we got told off, shouted at, told to wash off the muck or blood (not always our own) and, from time to time, got driven to A&E for stitches.... Or very occasionally fitted with a wrist cast... to show off to our mates in school on Monday...















