...or my desire to make a truly connected group
After my Wiki project, I think I would like to pursue something analogous to it on Twitter. Imagine a community where you can get your questions or concerns tackled immediately. Imagine setting up a group study session without ever meeting or interacting with any people involved? How about running late and letting everyone know with only a single tweet?
The possibilities are endless, and frankly, I could analyze it forever. Yet, I bet, just like the wiki, it will take a life of its own: I just have to initiate and implement it and improvise from there.
Right now, though, I'm reveling in the fact that I'm following (and being followed) by Shaq!
...or how life's bumpy road finally smooths out
I wonder if anyone still reads my blog (aside from my creepy stalkers!)? I have not been blogging, privately or otherwise. I need to make some contributions to my buddy's site too... Then there's my foreign blog, that has been collecting dust way back when.
I don't know where to begin. School has been the main preoccupation of my time and efforts. I even made a nifty wiki, which has become much more than I expected. I am impressed with how the collaborators breathed so much life into the thing, making it a viable and valuable resource. If it was just me - as I originally thought it would end up - the site would be lacking in so many things, with arbitrary, unorganized facts for the class, added whenever I got around to it or felt like it.
Instead, with these really dedicated folk, it's a rather consistent, complete, and organized website that has what you need for class - and more! It also has a light-hearted side, which I'm proud of.
I have to cute this entry short, but I'm going to try to devote 20 minutes to blogging every day. I miss it.
...or sound advice to Indie Film Makers
Ingrain those two words into your head. Then break them down, analyze them, sound them out to yourself in the mirror.
They say first impressions are lasting, but truth be told, I might have watched an Indie film before yesterday without knowing it. Maybe I liked it, maybe I didn't, but yesterday marks the first time I knowingly watched an Indie film - and it could quite possibly be my last.
It doesn't matter which specific movie by which specific director. What matters is this was your run-of-the-mill setting with your run-of-the-mill theme as far as independent films go.
Pointless movies only work as comedies. If it's just, "this stuff happened, like an ordinary boring day," you aren't filming! Put a camera up my @$$ for a day and you have the same thing. It's not spectacular or shows any direction, intellect, or talent. Get over your emo self and try something! Challenge yourself! Make yourself uncomfortable. Make your character - even for just a second - do something other than cook or fart. You will be amazed at how much this will do for your vision - and your dignity.
I know I'm down to about one public post a month, but I don't think that'll improve. I post on other blogs now, and, well, whether my life has gotten too interesting or the internet and other people too boring to write about - well, I leave the relative reason to your discretion. I might stop writing on other blogs, but this is the one blog I'll always update daily because I need not worry about my lack of anonymity.
...or how I fail at playing God
Well, Matthew forced me to sit down and create a unique creature in Spore. Here he is.
Yes, I know, God is laughing, thinking, "You fail at Me." lolz
...or how 8-bit composers know their melodies
Video games get such a bad rap this day and age. I don't know how it even started, frankly, because games have always been a pleasure to all five of my senses (I used to lick NES cartridges... CDs taste much better, fyi). Although I don't play games as much as I used to, I still enjoy the music, new and old.
I'm not talking about the iconic gaming tunes like Super Mario Bros. which spurs nostalgia in every 1985er, but musical pieces that can stand on their own. Maybe the composers aren't geniuses either: when all you had was one pitch per second, what else did you need to focus on besides the melody? Whatever the inspiration or gift, there are so many beats that could easily break the charts if stolen properly. Instead, we are stuck with the umpteenth "interpretation" (i.e., musical vomit) of Pachelbel's Canon in D.
Blaster Master's Stage 6 music is one of my favorite, brilliantly-looped songs, but it lieu of that, I will opt for something more recognizable today:
How awesome of a tune is this?! And it's only one of many awesome songs that entertain you throughout the game. MJ's MoonWalker has been "modernized," but hidden gems like these are left unloved, neglected. Instead, the latest iteration of Ninja Gaiden has music worthy of A Clockwork Orange, with boobs and blood taking center stage - which is awesome, but not the point.
"Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up." ~ Anonymous
...or how we celebrate mom
I was not so impressed with the offerings this year PostSecret had for Mother's Day. There were a few powerful and memorable ones last year, but these are still very good. I actually kept the one I could relate to most. Unfortunately, I can't find it, but it said something along the lines of, "I'm not running from you, I'm running from myself. I love you mom!" It had a stick figure running. Very cute.
In lieu of that secret, here is another one I saved but managed to find.
If you live in the US long enough, you start to think that there are very few people who appreciate their mothers. But PostSecret really manages to show the connections even the darkest of us share. It has made me believe it is hard to find someone who does not love or at least appreciate their mother.
And for the record, my mom's better than your mom. Don't argue: I know every "yo mama" joke and I'm not afraid to use them.
...or how one youtuber can inflict fear, revulsion, and conversion to a whole trend
Otakus. We know them. We've seen them grow into lazy, good-for-nothing anime lovers who have a thing for upskirt shots and fanservice. Their numbers have grown to the size worthy of being called a religion. They even have canon media in the form of Elfen Lied, Azumanga Daioh, and Fullmetal Alchemist to prove how their Japanese masters can shock and disturb the nonbelievers.
If you protect the otaku way and take the internet seriously, you will go to Akihabara in your afterlife (i.e., when you turn 40). Akihabara is the name for otaku heaven, where everyone loves anime, there are cosplaying maids, and all the panty shots (SFW) you could want.
If you hide your true otaku, and shun the otaku way, your afterlife will be in otaku hell. That's right, Silicon Valley, where everyone is just as geeky and tech-oriented as you, but doesn't understand you and even mocks your addiction to Japanese anime! That is just unfair... It is a fearsome, socially-crippling, cruel punishment...
I'm actually ok with otakus. Hey, whatever makes you happy, right? I considered myself a pretty tolerant guy until yesterday, when this showed up as a featured youtube vid.
What the hell is this?! Someone make sense of it! It's not funny, cute, or entertaining! I love non-sequiturs very much, but this is just one long, awkward staring contest! WHY DID SO MANY VIEW THIS WILLINGLY?! Why couldn't my computer or eyes fail me for those awful 35 seconds?
Upon further investigation (clicking on her profile), I saw the warning signs of an otaku fanatic who was beyond salvation, beyond reason... "my dream... go to Japan..." "I'm not Japanese, but my site is..." "I don't know what my own site says..." (yeah, last one I made up, but it's probably true).
Otaku does not describe this level of unreasonable and unquestioning loyalty to a place. No, for someone this disturbing, a new word is in order. Its creation is as necessary as words like "hate" and "fart" are. I did not choose this word... like an onomatopoeia, the word just came to me when I saw her.
That new word is... Scien-otaku-ologist.
...or how people still whine about life
I read this article a few days ago and couldn't stop laughing. The author of this blog is right on the money about what blogging is, but to think NY Times bothered to write something so stupid left my sides sore. I mean, how is blogging any different than an internet addiction, or a gaming one? Just because of the money? Give me a break.
News is getting dumber and more desperate these days, and it is not the lack of content. Lots of interesting things are happening. Maybe people are just getting dumber?
What's the most valuable thing you've ever had stolen?
I took a MacBook charger I found in Georgetown's MBA building during a late-night cram session. I saw it attached in one of the bigger rooms and knew the cleaning ladies would either take it or throw it away. So I left my contact info, but just so no random person tries to claim it, I wrote:
I found your charger, please e-mail me at xxx@xxx.x or call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx with what type of charger it is.
I never got a message, but I have no way of knowing if it was because a cleaning lady removed it or the guy never came back for his charger.
It is convenient to have a second charger, though...
What one object/thing would you take if your house were on fire?
My @$$. Period.
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