Syzygy dos equis
Friday, October 31, 2003 »
Today is:
- Morgan's birthday
- a torrential downpour
- Halloween, on a Friday, in Isla Vista, California
Tomorrow's forecast: Locusts, meteors, and absolutely no one in Jalama lab.
Today is:
Tomorrow's forecast: Locusts, meteors, and absolutely no one in Jalama lab.
Courtesy of Maddox (on types of feminine hygiene commercials):
The young, independant, "I am woman, hear me roar" female of the '90's that has discovered a "revolution" in tampons, made by a "woman gynaecologist", and she giggles and loafs around an appartment frittering her life away on her trivial tampon concerns and her stupid date with some hot-shot jerk that drives a fancy red car that he couldn't afford in a million years in any other country because he was one of those idiots that played high school football and went to prom with the prom queen and goofed off in class while all the other people tried to pay attention so they could get a good enough grade to get into college and maintain a job to pay for their tuition while trying to muster up just enough time each day to eat without having to worry about being criticized by his peers when he doesn't have the time to "have a life" and be cool and go to parties with all the other rich little daddy's boys that can afford to piss away their lives on sexual experimentation, drugs, drinking, smoking and listening to mind rotting MTV and watching alanis morisette while feeling their way up their date's shirt and getting away with it EVERY time because they're rich little pretty boys that can bribe the sheep into keeping their mouths shut because they have no free will and tend to conform to whoever or whatever has the power like zombies because they can't stand to be individuals with their own thoughts for a change, but instead they let some overpaid jackass control them with multi-billion dollar advertisement campaigns with some starved fools that call themselves models do all the talking and force feed tampons, yeast infection treatment, hundred dollar sun glasses, pants, shirts, shoes and horrible music down our throats while we the consumers become consumed.
"...maybe the fuckin' checkout counter's fuckin' makin' 'em fuckin' like..."
It is advisable that you avoid playing Final Fantasy Tactics Advance for extended periods of time. One subject was recorded as uttering the following nonsense:
"Don't heal her! I just spent time! I just spent three turns getting her down! You brought her up!"
"OHh, far fist! In yo' pants."
"OHh, reflect magic! You dead! You die!"
"Oh, it just turned red. What excellent timing. What sexcellent timing."
Woo. Today is my first day in about a week that doesn't involve worrying about/taking midterms or furiously memorizing zillions of Chinese characters. Therefore, later tonight will be a pizza and gaming party.
Also, our Internet seems to have gone back to normal after restarting our router. Stupid thing. For the last week we had been enjoying sub-standard speeds about half of the time. The other half of the time we didn't actually get to connect. Fortunately, I opted to upgrade to OS X 10.2.8 about a week earlier, which somehow crippled Safari into quitting every time it couldn't resolve some address, which made me turbofrustrated. At one point I almost moved back to Camino, but now it looks like a crisis has been [mostly] averted. Now I'm wondering if installing Laura's free promotional copy of Panther will fix or further destroy things.
I should mention that my email problem was fixed some time ago, but in my brilliance I forgot to email everyone who sent me things. I'll probably do that soon.
I'm currently re-ID3ing the set of five Orchestral Game Concert CDs, and I would appreciate if anyone could identify the composers for the following games:
If you can help out, just leave a comment, or email me or something.
SA »
***The Blue Yoda Society Thread***
ive seen the movie, and the green life saber is really yodas from the begining, it all makes sense green and green. In the third installment yodas life saber is now blue? That raises the question could yoda turn blue? THen if we think ahead to the empire strikes back, he is green again with a stick.
So according to this Gamespot article, Nokia is toting the launch of their much-criticized N-Gage as a huge success. I will now respond cynically to various excerpts from the article:
Nokia announced today that its N-Gage console sold 400,000 units during its first two weeks in the international marketplace. » Here, Nokia is evidently using the number of units they sold to retailers, since first week sales figures from U.S. stores reported closer to 5000 units. (500 in the UK!) That means during its first week, the Gameboy Advance sold literally over 100 times better.
"That's a pretty fantastic start for a totally new platform and concept." - Nada Usina, Nokia general manager » Although I don't think it's worth the effort trying to criticize the N-Gage down from "new platform" status, I don't think there's anyone outside of Nokia who would say it's an entirely new concept. (At least, not in a good way.)
"After they use [the N-Gage], people will find they're getting a good value." - Usina » Yes, when they discover they paid $300 to play seven-year-old games on a portrait mode screen! Hahaha!
Usina admitted some aspects of the console would take getting used to: "It is interesting to see the things that are difficult to get over, things like the removal of the battery." » You are so dumb.
So I was browsing through the IMDb, initially to check whether Gigli was still the #1 worst rated film in the database (it has since risen to #2), when I discovered that there's quite a lot of fun to be had on that site, and not just by browsing the Bottom 100 Films list1, either. For example, you can look at the weekly ballot, which revealed to me such undiscovered hits from 1904 as Assembling a Generator. (Its lower-rated sister film, Assembling and Testing Turbines, apparently did not live up to the original.)
1 Most amusing movie title in the Bottom 100: Santa with Muscles
I'm in the process of developing an exciting new game called "Count the Cellphones." (auf Deutsch: Zählen Sie die Handys) Basically, it involves counting the number of people you see talking away on their phones during a certain amount of time. I think each sighting will count as one point, and then bonus points will be awarded under certain conditions. For instance, if the person is riding a bike or using a headset it might count as two points, and then if there's someone riding a bike and using a headset, that could be three points. I think if someone is driving a car, it'll be one point regardless of whether or not they have a headset or not, since that's sort of common. Of course, if they're talking while doing some other non-driving task, like eating a taco or shaving or something, that could be maybe five or six points.
I'll think of more bonus conditions later.
Aha Jesus Christ the latest 665 is great. (Specifically, #643. Hoo boy, just 22 left to go.) The expression in the last few panels is priceless.
I think I broke the poll. This week's was going to be so exciting, too.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo, I just typed up what is probably the most comprehensive guide to page numbering in Microsoft Word. Seriously. It's like two pages long (with images). Jesus.
I want to play F-ZERO now.
After a frantic and ink-stained hour and a half or so of manipulating machinery in the print lab, I'm here at the labs again for my delightful six-hour Sunday night shift. The Instructional Computing staff finally got the project assignments organized, so I have something to work on besides contributing hits to Websites like 665 and The Magic Box. Right now, I'm writing a tutorial on how to add page numbers in Microsoft Word, WOOOOOO!! After this is done, I will surely be the page numbering master. Not even Roman numerals, whether they be uppercase, lowercase, or even flanked by hyphens, will lie beyond my page numbering grasp. I will sonic boom them two days from Sunday.
I'm in the lab on Saturday morning again. At the moment I am trying to re-learn the insignificant amount of Flash I knew from several years ago. So far this is all I've come up with. p.s. everyone who says that Macromedia products have intuitive interfaces is going to get CUT
After this I am off to the print lab to spend more money. WOOOOOO
<student> Do bipolar people have normal periods?
<Fridlund> Menstrual periods?
<student> Uh...
<Fridlund> Oh, sorry... Don't know where that came from. "I may be manic, but it's great for my PMS! (in manic voice) Hahahahahahahaha!!" Boy, am I punchy today.
(after selecting 2P Nightmare)
<Morgan> It's Roy.
<me> Maxi is Siegfried. Oh, and [Nightmare] has a neck scar, so he's definitely Roy.
(Morgan opens with a regular sword slash but is countered midway)
<Morgan> Oh, it took me so long to get that sword up.
<me> ...
<Morgan> Oh, I guess that's something about Roy we didn't need to know.
COMING TO YOU (link)
At last, the date is revealed.
I am of the opinion that if all of Apple's products did their jobs as well as iTunes plays music, Bill Gates would be out of a job, and we'd all be better off. (And although I happily run OS X, I do not consider myself an Apple zealot.)
What a HORRIBLE IMAGE to be on the front of CNN.com!!!!!
Warning: DON'T CLICK ON IT.
Just thought I'd mention this before it drops off the recent movies list.
Several weeks ago I finally got the chance to see Equilibrium, a little-known action movie that came out last December or so. Its plot takes place in an Orwellian dystopia where a city's population takes regular doses of the drug Prozium, designed to suppress the high ranges of emotion and thus prevent war. Christian Bale plays John Preston, one of the super police officers (or "Grammaton clerics") assigned with hunting down "sense offenders," which are Equilibrium's answer to thought criminals. Of course, one day Preston misses his dosage of Prozium and begins to feel, contacts the resistance, blah blah blah, and amazing action sequences ensue.
The martial art employed by the Grammaton clerics, the goofily-named gun-kata, teaches the clerics to treat their dual pistols as extensions of their limbs, as well as trains them to dodge enemy fire based on the most probable return trajectories recorded from extensive gun battle records, blah blah blah. Of course, you hardly see any of the gun-kata theory on screen, but what you do see is unbelievable. Admittedly, the opening shootout is not very impressive and reawakened my fears that maybe there wasn't any merit to this movie after all, but in the second gunfight, Bale's character moves with deadly efficiency and deliberation, a human turret who illuminates the darkened set with disturbingly artistic patterns of gunfire. Although the scene was criminally brief, afterward I was left in complete awe.
For the rest of the movie, the only issue I had with the plot was that it meant longer waits between the action scenes. The final sequence pits Preston against Equilibrium's Big Brother character in a furious, close-range gun-kata battle, with the two waving their guns back and forth in front of each other's faces, trying to get off a shot at point-blank. It's probably the most amazing duel since actually-Keanu-Reeves squared off with actually-Laurence-Fishburne in The Matrix. The brevity of all the fights, though, makes me wonder if the choreographers had too much trouble putting together such innovative sequences. (The trailer also hinted at a samurai sword battle between two clerics, which never happens. However, at one point a guy does get his face cut off. So insane.)
I also want to mention that it has style points out the wan (the normally black-clad cleric donning a brand new white suit for the final battle scenes, oooh symbolic~), and on top of that it gets an extra point for the incredibly blatant fusion of the Christian cross and a swastika.
So basically, Equilibrium is an excellent collection of some of the best fight scenes in recent years, and they're all sandwiched between long stretches of ho-hum plot.
You should probably rent it, though.
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<me> NO.
<little voice in my head> little eiffel, little eiffel
<me> NO.
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There's nothing deader than IV on Saturday morning. Except maybe the campus labs, where I will be residing until 2. I should probably trick someone into taking this shift from now on. Hmmm.
Seriously, why are the labs even open before 5, let alone open at all, on a Saturday? I can't wait till my five-hour shift tomorrow night!! I'd expect there to be a ton of people in here doing last-minute papers and reports and things on a Sunday, though. Like the other day, where there were some girls here scanning their GPA reports and uh, editing them in Photoshop and printing them out again? Kind of sketchy. I didn't see exactly what they were doing, but uh, yeah. Maybe tomorrow will be interesting again.
Now I'm going to sing the Perry Mason theme!
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I CANNOT DECIDE WHETHER THIS SITE IS REAL OR NOT. SOMEONE HELP.
Looks like it's also about to be Don't Go to Your Satanism Lecture Day!
Don't forget to go to GIRLS ARE PRETTY daily for personal regression assignments.
I can't really concentrate well enough now to write about [work, F-ZERO GX, German 187, Soul Calibur II], so I thought I'd just post some search terms, which I haven't done in a while. Oh, search terms, how I have missed you.
That is all.
Ehehe hopefully my supervisors will not see this and fire me. There is nothing going on here.
I want to go home and listen to TROMPY THE MOND.
Also TROMP THE MONDY.
How appropriate that when I walked into class this morning the instructor was playing through a list of those Arnold soundboard phone calls.
On the verge of the third week of class, I thought I would write up some impressions from each of my classes, as I am known to enjoy doing:
Chinese 1: Ah, my language for the year. I was originally sort of afraid that this class would be entirely made up of real, live Chinese people, which would make things a bit intimidating, but that is not the case. The professor is great, and despite seeming less organized than last year's German courses (go figure), the class moves along very steadily. I wish we could learn more words, since at the moment we probably know about 15 or 20 (I'm only counting the ones we can read and write), but if we had to learn words any faster, my brain would probably ignite. I can already feel the neural friction building just from looking through the character workbook. Also, I can't figure out how to type some of the tone markings on the keyboard, and I don't think there's a way to declare a character set for specific blocks of text via CSS. Actually, there may be. I just haven't looked it up at all.
Print 110: It looks like we're starting out with learning Illustrator, which is not as effortless of a step from Freehand as I thought. Also, we're going to have to wrestle around with the linotronic film machine again, which isn't something I'm looking forward to since the last time I had to do that it tore a hole out of my wallet about the size of a hundred dollar bill. Hopefully we'll be all digital after that, though. I'm looking forward to trying out that three-dollar-a-page megaprinter. On a more tangental note, when asked by Mr. Matjas if we liked any movies we saw over the weekend, one student said he did, although the ending had a little too much of the machina dos equis.
Psychopathology is Fridlund, so you know what to expect. It manages to be interesting despite the 9:30 start. However WE HAD TO WATCH A LOBOTOMY VIDEO OH JESUS.
I will speak of German 187 at a later point, since I don't think I can sufficiently express my thoughts about the class in the 60 seconds remaining before one o'clock.
Good night!
Chinese, discussing The Osbournes:
"What is the father's name? Ozzy Osbourne? You cannot understand a thing he is saying. He used to be jazz singer? Rock singer? How he get so famous?"
Psychopathology, discussing prozac:
"I really think that they should dump the stuff in the god damn water supply. You know, like fluoride. Couldn't hurt! Um. I'm really kidding... but, just a little."
Print, while connecting paths in Illustrator:
"And the pen tool's like, 'Join! Join right here! Come on, everyone's doing it! You know, an army of one!' Except I'll go right here and be like, 'Oho, catch you later! You know, on the flip side!"
I know what you're thinking: Those crazy Japanese can't possibly get any more insane. Well, I'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU BUDDY THEY JUST GOT EVEN MORE INSANER WOOOOOOOOOO
Breaking history: Aniras has just invented the phrase, "up the wan," as in, "banged the router up the WAN." Please try to use it once a day in conversation.
I finally finished tha m0-f0'ing F-ZERO GX Diamond Cup on expert class. Just three more cups to beat on master class and then I can shoot myself in the face, at long last.
Such a stressful game.