Guess who just unboxed a bitchin' new TV?
ME.
Oooh yeah. It looks great, and the sound is great and everything is great. I haven't tried using the HD DVD player yet, but I will.
Tomorrow I'll do a better post about it, perhaps with some big words too. I'm just too A) tired and B) distracted to write a proper post about. Hey, since Stargirl will be here I'll try to get a dual post-type-thing going on.
Sraen out, with square eyes.
Thursday, 30 August 2007
Monday, 27 August 2007
Of Chips and Chips
I have been pondering what I shall be doing with our newfound electronic raconteur. As an entertainment opus, it seethes with energies the magnitude of which only the imagination can fully realize - and until then, consoles of varying types.
However, I worry. First, at the sheer cost of a device such as this; DVDs are expensive, as are consoles and console games. Over time, of course, we will gain these devices - these treasures of technological entertainment - and then life shall have a distinct rosy tint. Until then, however, all we shall have will be the DVD player and the (at the moment) two DVDs that I have. I don't know about the viewing habits of people who read this, but I find it difficult to watch the same four hours over and over again, despite the magnificence of the films.
Of course, my dilemma is small. The player upscales regular DVDs, and I have plenty of them. I'm not like those freaks of creation who choose Laserdisk over DVD in the first place - who, exactly, wants to use a double-sided disk which is a whole twelve inches wide?
Another thing I ponder to myself (alone, in the dark, with meditative candles strategically placed in a pentagram around me) is the subject of RPGs. No, not old Russian weaponry, but role playing games. I have been a big fan of RPGs on various consoles and computers, but I have yet to truly dip my quill into pen and paper games of imagination and dice. Podcasting has led me down this road, as the Great Four who record GeeksOn often speak of their love for certain game systems (and their loathing for others). It's an excellent podcast, with humourous and informative installments from the past few years.
In my searches of the Internet dungeons, I have come across two incredibly exciting creations. Firstly, a Fallout RPG. If I get a game going with that, it shall forever consume me and the light of day will become an alien concept. Secondly, a modification for the "Fuzion" that allows participation in the Aliens world. Once more, if I get a game going with that it shall consume me. Aliens is one of my favourite entertainment experiences of all time, and (despite looking obscenely complicated) the game would be a great addition to my obsession.
That is all for today's post. Sraen out, with a nuke - to be sure.
However, I worry. First, at the sheer cost of a device such as this; DVDs are expensive, as are consoles and console games. Over time, of course, we will gain these devices - these treasures of technological entertainment - and then life shall have a distinct rosy tint. Until then, however, all we shall have will be the DVD player and the (at the moment) two DVDs that I have. I don't know about the viewing habits of people who read this, but I find it difficult to watch the same four hours over and over again, despite the magnificence of the films.
Of course, my dilemma is small. The player upscales regular DVDs, and I have plenty of them. I'm not like those freaks of creation who choose Laserdisk over DVD in the first place - who, exactly, wants to use a double-sided disk which is a whole twelve inches wide?
Another thing I ponder to myself (alone, in the dark, with meditative candles strategically placed in a pentagram around me) is the subject of RPGs. No, not old Russian weaponry, but role playing games. I have been a big fan of RPGs on various consoles and computers, but I have yet to truly dip my quill into pen and paper games of imagination and dice. Podcasting has led me down this road, as the Great Four who record GeeksOn often speak of their love for certain game systems (and their loathing for others). It's an excellent podcast, with humourous and informative installments from the past few years.
In my searches of the Internet dungeons, I have come across two incredibly exciting creations. Firstly, a Fallout RPG. If I get a game going with that, it shall forever consume me and the light of day will become an alien concept. Secondly, a modification for the "Fuzion" that allows participation in the Aliens world. Once more, if I get a game going with that it shall consume me. Aliens is one of my favourite entertainment experiences of all time, and (despite looking obscenely complicated) the game would be a great addition to my obsession.
That is all for today's post. Sraen out, with a nuke - to be sure.
Sunday, 26 August 2007
Absurdity is an Abstract Anecdote
Dreams of being a somebody? You could attempt to improve upon your personality, buff out the flaws, sculpt interesting nuances and facets that provide good conversation topics at dinner parties attended by dignitaries of nations that the name of which mere human tongues cannot pronounce. Failing this, you could ask your (idiotically ignorant) father to buy you the new iBeat Blaxx MP3 Player so you can offend racial minorities everywhere and truly break the metaphorical ice - with a metaphorical glacier of a response.
In a different MP3 player related tidbit, the designers over at Apple have chosen to trade in their almost unbroken streak of beauty and elegance over the last decade with a monstrosity. However they try to market this, there will emerge a wave of competitors who do the design better than Apple themselves. This is surely a tragedy of biblical proportions; what will happen to Steve Jobs when he runs out of money for black jumpers? Will he, perish the thought, wear something else?
In a conversation I had not quite long enough ago to have left my memory, I happened upon a discovery: people must constantly outdo one another. It is an odd practice, seeing as all they do is attempt to win worthless victories over petty events. However, in the spirit of participation, I shall add my two base units of monetary coinage:
I once physically massacred my opponents (or as I like to refer to them, prey) to a number of 40 whilst playing that most delightful driving simulator Burnout 3. I cannot wait to get my hands on an actual vehicle so that I can wreak havoc in not-quite-copyright-infringing locales where the level of policing is nil. In fact, as with all gamers, I take the events in games as truth, gospel and law. I must catch up on my needless genocide, for since Jack Thompson says I do - I must, no?
Some Italians have managed to create a new world record for 5GHz WiFi distance. With the recent arrest of a man for stealing domestic WiFi and the "First Web War" that occurred to Estonia, the world requires an Interpol of the Interweb; an international force to combat the theft of WiFi and adolescent script kiddies everywhere! We shall begin by implanting into the brains of all newborns a small explosive-cum-tracking device, the use of which shall be decided only by any one of the corrupt officials running our totalitarian police-state. Let us begin to police the impossible!
And finally, Sony are going to turn PS3s into HD-enabled DVRs - in Europe only. This is only going to be a good thing, vengance for all Europeans against the almost fully HD enabled Americans. It is one more step towards a total war against Europe and America, with only Africa and Australasia surviving the ensuing conflict. Hail the United Territories of the African Union!
Sraen out, with a bang.
In a different MP3 player related tidbit, the designers over at Apple have chosen to trade in their almost unbroken streak of beauty and elegance over the last decade with a monstrosity. However they try to market this, there will emerge a wave of competitors who do the design better than Apple themselves. This is surely a tragedy of biblical proportions; what will happen to Steve Jobs when he runs out of money for black jumpers? Will he, perish the thought, wear something else?
In a conversation I had not quite long enough ago to have left my memory, I happened upon a discovery: people must constantly outdo one another. It is an odd practice, seeing as all they do is attempt to win worthless victories over petty events. However, in the spirit of participation, I shall add my two base units of monetary coinage:
I once physically massacred my opponents (or as I like to refer to them, prey) to a number of 40 whilst playing that most delightful driving simulator Burnout 3. I cannot wait to get my hands on an actual vehicle so that I can wreak havoc in not-quite-copyright-infringing locales where the level of policing is nil. In fact, as with all gamers, I take the events in games as truth, gospel and law. I must catch up on my needless genocide, for since Jack Thompson says I do - I must, no?
Some Italians have managed to create a new world record for 5GHz WiFi distance. With the recent arrest of a man for stealing domestic WiFi and the "First Web War" that occurred to Estonia, the world requires an Interpol of the Interweb; an international force to combat the theft of WiFi and adolescent script kiddies everywhere! We shall begin by implanting into the brains of all newborns a small explosive-cum-tracking device, the use of which shall be decided only by any one of the corrupt officials running our totalitarian police-state. Let us begin to police the impossible!
And finally, Sony are going to turn PS3s into HD-enabled DVRs - in Europe only. This is only going to be a good thing, vengance for all Europeans against the almost fully HD enabled Americans. It is one more step towards a total war against Europe and America, with only Africa and Australasia surviving the ensuing conflict. Hail the United Territories of the African Union!
Sraen out, with a bang.
The Summer of Geek
A peer of mine in the global family of man has successfully unlocked the iPhone and has published a how-to absolutely free - but another company has an even easier unlocking method, and is going to charge for it.
But why exactly do we want or need to unlock this device? Astounding at all tasks it may be, we could easily wait for a few more months and get a fully functional and - more importantly - legal device. As miraculous to mobile communications as it is, it's not exactly going to increase your intelligence or the value of your house - it does, however, increase your 'street' cred and overall coolness level.
Of course, I'm underestimating the sheer pull of the iPhone and the way geeks such as I obsess over things. For instance, I have been hyping myself up over the rapidly nearing date of our upgrade to HD - we shall be picking up our new Sony Bravia LCD TV on Thursday. The HD DVD player we ordered has already arrived, and I have devoted myself to organizing my front room in preparation for the grand delivery of electronic magnificence. I was, in fact, quite surprised at the promptness of delivery - my past dealings with Amazon gave me the impression that I had neglected to perform some type of arcane ritual to receive my product, or skipped over the clause in the terms and conditions that detailed the epic quest that I must set out on in order to defeat my new arch nemesis - their distribution offices.
The full messianic power of the TV is, however, only proportional to the power of the input. In this case however, I believe I have chosen wisely - Serenity and Batman Begins, both in the Highest of High Definitions (this point is moot - first of all, the DVD player only sends a signal in 1080i, not 1080p; secondly, the television is only 720p in the first place). Stargirl shall be here for the first proper inauguration of this truly olympian device - nay, DUO of devices. I will, however, sneak myself a preview of the machination's beauty; both with a regular television signal and one of my new gems of diskette-loaded entertainment.
Regular readers (Hah! An overstatement of Hurculean proportions) may notice I have taken to writing in a new style for this post. Writing is an art form, but I have not attempted to honing my craft - I have not admired writing styles, or analyzed and brutally dissected the methods of great writers. With my final year of mandatory schooling encroaching rapidly - my GCSE exams nestled at the end like a snake's rattle - I realise I must now become studious in several aspects of life, and organised in others. As such, I have planned my new method of noting down information and generally keeping my studies in order, which I will be instigating upon my return to the dreaded and drab buildings of my school.
Some people may recognise the style I am emulating, which I will eventually incorporate into a style all my own (for now, however, it is going to be consistently inconsistent and a mutilated and horrible monster of styles based on wherever my whims take me). The enviable Jerry Holkins - known to Penny Arcade fans as his comic alter-ego Tycho - is the main inspiration for style of this day's post, and for my general outlook of writing in a sardonic and witty way. Some people have criticized his style, but I relish in it.
In any case, it is time for this post to end. I will attempt organise this blog also, and I promise that there shall be physical altercations if I fail in my goal. Shall it be twenty lashings for every week without a post or thirty?
Sraen out, with a flourish.
But why exactly do we want or need to unlock this device? Astounding at all tasks it may be, we could easily wait for a few more months and get a fully functional and - more importantly - legal device. As miraculous to mobile communications as it is, it's not exactly going to increase your intelligence or the value of your house - it does, however, increase your 'street' cred and overall coolness level.
Of course, I'm underestimating the sheer pull of the iPhone and the way geeks such as I obsess over things. For instance, I have been hyping myself up over the rapidly nearing date of our upgrade to HD - we shall be picking up our new Sony Bravia LCD TV on Thursday. The HD DVD player we ordered has already arrived, and I have devoted myself to organizing my front room in preparation for the grand delivery of electronic magnificence. I was, in fact, quite surprised at the promptness of delivery - my past dealings with Amazon gave me the impression that I had neglected to perform some type of arcane ritual to receive my product, or skipped over the clause in the terms and conditions that detailed the epic quest that I must set out on in order to defeat my new arch nemesis - their distribution offices.
The full messianic power of the TV is, however, only proportional to the power of the input. In this case however, I believe I have chosen wisely - Serenity and Batman Begins, both in the Highest of High Definitions (this point is moot - first of all, the DVD player only sends a signal in 1080i, not 1080p; secondly, the television is only 720p in the first place). Stargirl shall be here for the first proper inauguration of this truly olympian device - nay, DUO of devices. I will, however, sneak myself a preview of the machination's beauty; both with a regular television signal and one of my new gems of diskette-loaded entertainment.
Regular readers (Hah! An overstatement of Hurculean proportions) may notice I have taken to writing in a new style for this post. Writing is an art form, but I have not attempted to honing my craft - I have not admired writing styles, or analyzed and brutally dissected the methods of great writers. With my final year of mandatory schooling encroaching rapidly - my GCSE exams nestled at the end like a snake's rattle - I realise I must now become studious in several aspects of life, and organised in others. As such, I have planned my new method of noting down information and generally keeping my studies in order, which I will be instigating upon my return to the dreaded and drab buildings of my school.
Some people may recognise the style I am emulating, which I will eventually incorporate into a style all my own (for now, however, it is going to be consistently inconsistent and a mutilated and horrible monster of styles based on wherever my whims take me). The enviable Jerry Holkins - known to Penny Arcade fans as his comic alter-ego Tycho - is the main inspiration for style of this day's post, and for my general outlook of writing in a sardonic and witty way. Some people have criticized his style, but I relish in it.
In any case, it is time for this post to end. I will attempt organise this blog also, and I promise that there shall be physical altercations if I fail in my goal. Shall it be twenty lashings for every week without a post or thirty?
Sraen out, with a flourish.
Tuesday, 21 August 2007
Fox needs a punch on the nose
Oh MAN. That's just all kinds of messed up. His name is Hussein, he must be evil, hur hur hur! Damn, this is borderline racism. A smear campaign in the highest sense of the phrase.
I have an American tinge to my accent, and have taken derision for it. But I am caucasian, and have no knowledge of what it must be like for someone like Obama having their character questioned due to their name. Oh, and he's Muslim. Big deal. What, does the fact that a black man AND a Muslim may become President so awful for you? Can't handle two ethnic minorities running your country, giving power to the people? Huh? HUH!?
Anyway, I apologize for the short length of my posts recently; I am working on something more substantial, but most of my time has been taken up with trying to get my sleep cycle under control for the dreaded school year to start again.
Sraen Out.
Saturday, 18 August 2007
Post-Rock
Well, I've been making some music for the past few days. I decided to put my .Mac webspace to use, so that's where I've located it. I made the site with iWeb.
Check it out:
A Hard Winter
Spring Thaw
The main page is here.
Leave comments if you like them.
Sraen Out
Check it out:
A Hard Winter
Spring Thaw
The main page is here.
Leave comments if you like them.
Sraen Out
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
War. War never changes.
Well then, I've been neglecting the blog again. It's not all that surprising actually, seeing as I've taken to sleeping for most of the day and then reading To Kill A Mockingbird or playing Fallout for the remainder of the day.
Yes readers, I have acquired Fallout and Fallout 2.
And I must say, they are magnificent. Great animation, great story, great gameplay. An epic world with huge possibilities - in only Fallout 2, you can be a grave robber, a slaver, a mafia assassin, a sheriff, or you could just do your frickin' job and save people.
But I digress. Fallout and it's sequel have consumed every waking hour for the past few...I dunno, days I guess? Which is why I am typing this RIGHT after I wake up before the cycle begins again. So forgive me if my posting continues to be erratic for the next week or so, but I assure you my gaming time will significantly decrease once I finish the game.
Sraen Out.
P.S. RIP Mike Wieringo 1963-2007
Yes readers, I have acquired Fallout and Fallout 2.
And I must say, they are magnificent. Great animation, great story, great gameplay. An epic world with huge possibilities - in only Fallout 2, you can be a grave robber, a slaver, a mafia assassin, a sheriff, or you could just do your frickin' job and save people.
But I digress. Fallout and it's sequel have consumed every waking hour for the past few...I dunno, days I guess? Which is why I am typing this RIGHT after I wake up before the cycle begins again. So forgive me if my posting continues to be erratic for the next week or so, but I assure you my gaming time will significantly decrease once I finish the game.
Sraen Out.
P.S. RIP Mike Wieringo 1963-2007
Monday, 6 August 2007
Writers block!
Hmpph.
In the past few days, I've started six different blog posts and abandoned all of them.
They could all have made a good point about something or other, but I stopped writing each and every single time.
Yes readers. I am suffering from Writers Block.
It is truly a fearful situation. I, who enjoy writing, can not do so. I am like an arrow that has been snapped, a cannon with no shell. But whatever. I'm still here, it'll come back to me. Maybe I should read something amusing, or watch something inspiring. Maybe I should, dare I say it, wander outside. Perhaps I should dust off my ol' camera, and be artistic, for I have neglected it for weeks.
But I do not know. I want to do something, but it is as if I've been conked over the head with a foam hammer repeatedly. I do not have the inclination to do anything! It is a horror!
Sraen Out.
In the past few days, I've started six different blog posts and abandoned all of them.
They could all have made a good point about something or other, but I stopped writing each and every single time.
Yes readers. I am suffering from Writers Block.
It is truly a fearful situation. I, who enjoy writing, can not do so. I am like an arrow that has been snapped, a cannon with no shell. But whatever. I'm still here, it'll come back to me. Maybe I should read something amusing, or watch something inspiring. Maybe I should, dare I say it, wander outside. Perhaps I should dust off my ol' camera, and be artistic, for I have neglected it for weeks.
But I do not know. I want to do something, but it is as if I've been conked over the head with a foam hammer repeatedly. I do not have the inclination to do anything! It is a horror!
Sraen Out.
Friday, 3 August 2007
Funny Ass Motivators
Well I thought today could be an image post. You probably know of Motivators, those pretty images with a stylish black border and an inspiring caption, usually mounted around workplaces to prevent mass suicide.
Well, in my tourings of the Internets, I have come across user-made Motivators for many different meanings and here are some of the best I've seen so far:
Now, I made NONE of these. The copyrights belong to their respective creators, most of which have disappeared thanks to the rapid cycle between starting a thread and having it automatically deleted on 4chan's Random image board. I'll make another post about 4chan itself later, if I can bring myself out of the insane stupor it causes.
Sraen out.
Well, in my tourings of the Internets, I have come across user-made Motivators for many different meanings and here are some of the best I've seen so far:
Now, I made NONE of these. The copyrights belong to their respective creators, most of which have disappeared thanks to the rapid cycle between starting a thread and having it automatically deleted on 4chan's Random image board. I'll make another post about 4chan itself later, if I can bring myself out of the insane stupor it causes.
Sraen out.
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