Look I understand that Nintendo can be profitable making "Games for Grandma." However, if you aren't interested in games for Grandma, why would you care?
Put it another way, do you remember in old issues of the New Zork Times when they were trying to push Cornerstone, their new database program? Well, callow youth that I was, I was slightly interested in it (I was interested in computers in general) but I couldn't understand what these articles were doing in a newsletter from my favorite game company (Infocom).
Now, in an alternate universe where my favorite game company became a business software company and dropped out of the game business (as opposed to the real world where they bankrupted themselves with this ill-conceived venture) would I still care about them? Probably not.
I may get a Wii someday, but it would be a vast understatement to say that I am disappointed with most of the games for it. They certainly aren't using there position as number one console to attract anything too outside what you'd expect, and it seems like when you look at their console they get the occaisional Manhunt or Bully but no Bioshock or Fallout (or Persona for that matter).
Ahem, "(Contrary to various e-mails, Barack Obama has not "been ordered to produce his birth certificate by December 1"; that is simply the response date set for one of the several related filings still working its way through the U.S. court system.) "
The existance of the Supernatural is basically Descarte's Demon. Or, as he is better know in pop culture, the Matrix. We're living in the low, material world, which is simply a simulation and an illusion. There is a real, higher world that is actually the real world (the supernatural world). Our measurements of the illusionary simulation are self consistent within the simulation, but can tell us nothing of the real world outside the simulation. Natural laws are part of the simulation, the real world may operate under similar laws or completely different ones. A person may die in the simulation, but the person isn't dead in the real world, necessarily.
So the question is, how do we measure the supernatural world. Stanislaw Lem symbolized why you can't measure the supernatural in Solaris. Lower a thermometor into the supernatural realm, what you get back is transformed into a barometer. What do the readings mean?
For a skeptic, one simply believes that the above is nonsense, case closed. However, if there were any reality to it, there would be no way to measure it scientifically.
Fry: So you're telling me they broadcast commercials into people's dreams?
Leela: Of course.
Fry: But, how is that possible?
Farnsworth: It's very simple. The ad gets into your brain just like this liquid gets into this egg. [He holds up an egg and injects it with liquid. The egg explodes, covering him and Leela in yolk.] Although, in reality, it's not liquid, but gamma radiation.
Fry: That's awful. It's like brainwashing.
[Leela wipes the yolk from her hair.]
Leela: Didn't you have ads in the 20th century?
Fry: Well, sure, but not in our dreams. Only on TV and radio. And in magazines and movies and at ball games and on buses and milk cartons and T-shirts and written in the sky. But not in dreams. No, sir-ee!
Perhaps, but it appears that God Himself is a carnivore:
4:2 And she again bare his brother Abel. And Abel was a keeper of sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground.
4:3 And in process of time it came to pass, that Cain brought of the fruit of the ground an offering unto the LORD.
4:4 And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof. And the LORD had respect unto Abel and to his offering: 4:5 But unto Cain and to his offering he had not respect. And Cain was very wroth, and his countenance fell.
4:6 And the LORD said unto Cain, Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen? 4:7 If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted? and if thou doest not well, sin lieth at the door. And unto thee shall be his desire, and thou shalt rule over him.
4:8 And Cain talked with Abel his brother: and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him.
The ability to write a competant Space Opera is not "photocopy the cliche book and use the shuffling machine to introduce "originality" to your creations."
Lot's of games are ruined by a poor sense of aesthetics, even if they are technically competant. Portal wouldn't have been Portal with out a well written GladOS, even if the puzzles were exactly the same. System Shock wouldn't have it's current reputation if the story had been a neglected after thought.
One thing about me is I've read a lot of Dickens, a lot. Great writer. However, he was also writing popular, sentimental stuff for the masses. In fact, the format he was publishing in was the 19th century equivalent of the TV soap opera.
People miss that fact constantly. Most of the people who we think of as great writers these days were writing for the masses and popular acclaim, not for ivory tower intellectuals. When people disdain "popular" trash, and like some modern literature that only appeals to a very small segment of the population, they are just being snobs. A lot of the popular stuff is poor quality, but so is a lot of the elitist stuff.
You know it amazes me how sensitive people get about what was essentially a poorly thought out Republican publicity stunt.
With the landslide McCain won with, you'd think people would be ready to drop these two absurd figures of the campaign, Sarah Palin and especially Joe the Plumber. I could care less if the Republican party has a future or not, but trust me if it does it doesn't include these two fools in any serious capacity. At least Palin seems to get a passing grade (D, but still passing) as Governor of Seward's Icebox.
No though, we're supposed to care that some egomaniac Republican operative's feelings might have been hurt.
Here's the thing, if I were John McCain, I would've had Joe the Plumber scragged after he failed to show up at an important campaign event and left me there looking like an idiot. You know, quick and painful. He had to improvise with that lame, "You're all Joe the Plumber" line.
Not that I blame Joe, he knew the Titanic was going down and had book deals to sign and other things to do.
Well, in my religion, I think machines have souls, allow me to consult the sacred text:
"Look at you, Hacker. A pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine?"
"You move like an insect. You think like an insect. You are an insect. There is another... who can serve my purpose. Take care not to fall too far out of my favour. Patience is not characteristic of a Goddess."
If you've ever heard the term Shazam, before, then you should no that it's origin was in a comic book known as Captain Marvel. For a time, Captain Marvel was more popular than Superman. His powers were granted to him by a wizard, and Shazam refers to the mythological characters who grant him his strength (Solomon, Hercules, Atlas, Zeus, Achilles, Mercury). Billy Batson, mild mannered newsie, becomes Captain Marvel when he speaks this word.
Unfortunately, the World's Mightiest Mortal was felled, not by the arch-villain Dr. Sivana, but by the labyrinth of copyright laws. One of the current absurdities visited on us by the laws is that the right to use the name "Captain Marvel" for a comic book is not owned by the company (D. C.) that owns the rights to Captain Marvel. Therefore, they can produce a comic, or a movie based on a comic, with Captain Marvel as a hero... but they can't call it Captain Marvel!
Hence, Shazam, Captain Marvel's magic word, is often used as the title of his comic book, even thought the character is named Captain Marvel.
We will not speak of Alan Moore's Miracle Man, based on the British Marvelman, who was what the British Captain Marvel became after he lost his war against copyright in the United States. For his magic word was "Kitoma!" which is just Atomik spelled backwords.
...for even the undead fear The Goon. Actually, this is an interesting film, of course I'm biased as a huge fan of The Goon.
100% CGI, directed by David Fincher (of Seven and Fight Club fame) with positive input from Eric Powell (the comic books creator, writer and artist) it looks interesting. Here's an article and here's a first look at the movie poster.
Sadly, when you are a homeless guy living out of a shopping cart, and your ex is off spending your money with her new beau, trust and love is less comforting than you'd think.
As long as poverty leads to homelessness and an early death, nothing is more important than moeny. Nothing.
1. The woman is old, when she was young she might have been smart as a tack, but now her mind is going. Senile dementia, early stage alzheimers or something else. One of the scariest things I contemplate as I age is that I'll probably still be alive as my brain starts to turn to mush. I think it's why Hunter S. Thompson offed himself, actually.
2. Her severely disabled husband, before he got to be severly disabled, made the money and invested it wisely. Possibly she was a hot little number when she was young, and when he was healthy he kept a leash on her. Now he's old and more decrepit than she, and she ends up in charge of the household.
There's an old song, "Hope I die before I get old."
"No ma'am, I'm sorry but we cannot lend you the money for that." I'm sure there are some unscrupulous banks but - come on - the bank is not likely to see its money after she declares bankruptcy!
Oh, they see their money right away after they've securitized the loan into a credit deriviative and sold it on the international investment market. Then it is the next sucker's problem.
Her husband is now severely disabled, so that might be why. Or it may turn out that other than being a fantasist, she's actually good with money. So, he let her handle the money for years until her delusions became a problem.
Seriously, I know women who believe in Ouija Boards and Astrology and some of them are pretty hot... never let them control your finances though!
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Here's a post of a Christmas song from the TV Show Invader Zim:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fg_roAe0NyQ
"I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today."
Wendy Ackerman would probably disagree, and I seriously doubt that any man who owned an 18 room mansion would lack for girlfriends.
He created Vampirella, as well.
Stand Alone Complex was better than the original movie.
Look I understand that Nintendo can be profitable making "Games for Grandma." However, if you aren't interested in games for Grandma, why would you care?
Put it another way, do you remember in old issues of the New Zork Times when they were trying to push Cornerstone, their new database program? Well, callow youth that I was, I was slightly interested in it (I was interested in computers in general) but I couldn't understand what these articles were doing in a newsletter from my favorite game company (Infocom).
Now, in an alternate universe where my favorite game company became a business software company and dropped out of the game business (as opposed to the real world where they bankrupted themselves with this ill-conceived venture) would I still care about them? Probably not.
I may get a Wii someday, but it would be a vast understatement to say that I am disappointed with most of the games for it. They certainly aren't using there position as number one console to attract anything too outside what you'd expect, and it seems like when you look at their console they get the occaisional Manhunt or Bully but no Bioshock or Fallout (or Persona for that matter).
Here's a clip for an example, for those unfamiliar:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7026801162637347552&ei=eyc4SdWjOoL8rAKQiLiTDg&q=genesis+of+the+daleks+davros
You know, that's just sad.
Ahem, "(Contrary to various e-mails, Barack Obama has not "been ordered to produce his birth certificate by December 1"; that is simply the response date set for one of the several related filings still working its way through the U.S. court system.) "
The existance of the Supernatural is basically Descarte's Demon. Or, as he is better know in pop culture, the Matrix. We're living in the low, material world, which is simply a simulation and an illusion. There is a real, higher world that is actually the real world (the supernatural world). Our measurements of the illusionary simulation are self consistent within the simulation, but can tell us nothing of the real world outside the simulation. Natural laws are part of the simulation, the real world may operate under similar laws or completely different ones. A person may die in the simulation, but the person isn't dead in the real world, necessarily.
So the question is, how do we measure the supernatural world. Stanislaw Lem symbolized why you can't measure the supernatural in Solaris. Lower a thermometor into the supernatural realm, what you get back is transformed into a barometer. What do the readings mean?
For a skeptic, one simply believes that the above is nonsense, case closed. However, if there were any reality to it, there would be no way to measure it scientifically.
Fry: So you're telling me they broadcast commercials into people's dreams?
Leela: Of course.
Fry: But, how is that possible?
Farnsworth: It's very simple. The ad gets into your brain just like this liquid gets into this egg. [He holds up an egg and injects it with liquid. The egg explodes, covering him and Leela in yolk.] Although, in reality, it's not liquid, but gamma radiation.
Fry: That's awful. It's like brainwashing.
[Leela wipes the yolk from her hair.]
Leela: Didn't you have ads in the 20th century?
Fry: Well, sure, but not in our dreams. Only on TV and radio. And in magazines and movies and at ball games and on buses and milk cartons and T-shirts and written in the sky. But not in dreams. No, sir-ee!
Actually, based on some of the other picks (Larry Summers, Hillary Clinton), I'm going to guess it'll be Dr. Evil from the Austin Powers movie.
Perhaps, but it appears that God Himself is a carnivore:
4:2 And she again bare his brother Abel. And Abel was a keeper of
sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground.
4:3 And in process of time it came to pass, that Cain brought of the
fruit of the ground an offering unto the LORD.
4:4 And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of
the fat thereof. And the LORD had respect unto Abel and to his
offering: 4:5 But unto Cain and to his offering he had not respect.
And Cain was very wroth, and his countenance fell.
4:6 And the LORD said unto Cain, Why art thou wroth? and why is thy
countenance fallen? 4:7 If thou doest well, shalt thou not be
accepted? and if thou doest not well, sin lieth at the door. And unto
thee shall be his desire, and thou shalt rule over him.
4:8 And Cain talked with Abel his brother: and it came to pass, when
they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother,
and slew him.
http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext90/kjv10.txt
All reet! So jeet your seat/Be fleet be fleet/Cool and discreet/Honey...
http://books.google.com/books?id=yPVbDv5DqkoC&pg=PA481&lpg=PA481&dq=all+reet+jeet+your+seat&source=bl&ots=DV0PhWb5it&sig=5oAW_7-_XefskueQqu_6b1QyYD4&hl=en&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=1&ct=result
[Dick Jones directs Kinney to threaten ED-209. Kinney points a gun at the robot.]
ED-209: Please put down your weapon. You have 20 seconds to comply.
Dick Jones: I think you'd better do what he says, Mr. Kinney.
[Alarmed, Kinney quickly tosses the gun away. ED-209 growls menacingly.]
ED-209: You now have 15 seconds to comply.
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/RoboCop
Also:
Dick Jones: ... I had a guaranteed military sale with ED-209. Renovation program. Spare parts for the next decade. Who cares if it worked or not?
Ladies and gentlemen, my Killbot features Lotus Notes and a machine gun. It is the finest available.
-Dr. Ogden Wernstrom
The ability to write a competant Space Opera is not "photocopy the cliche book and use the shuffling machine to introduce "originality" to your creations."
Lot's of games are ruined by a poor sense of aesthetics, even if they are technically competant. Portal wouldn't have been Portal with out a well written GladOS, even if the puzzles were exactly the same. System Shock wouldn't have it's current reputation if the story had been a neglected after thought.
One thing about me is I've read a lot of Dickens, a lot. Great writer. However, he was also writing popular, sentimental stuff for the masses. In fact, the format he was publishing in was the 19th century equivalent of the TV soap opera.
People miss that fact constantly. Most of the people who we think of as great writers these days were writing for the masses and popular acclaim, not for ivory tower intellectuals. When people disdain "popular" trash, and like some modern literature that only appeals to a very small segment of the population, they are just being snobs. A lot of the popular stuff is poor quality, but so is a lot of the elitist stuff.
You know it amazes me how sensitive people get about what was essentially a poorly thought out Republican publicity stunt.
With the landslide McCain won with, you'd think people would be ready to drop these two absurd figures of the campaign, Sarah Palin and especially Joe the Plumber. I could care less if the Republican party has a future or not, but trust me if it does it doesn't include these two fools in any serious capacity. At least Palin seems to get a passing grade (D, but still passing) as Governor of Seward's Icebox.
No though, we're supposed to care that some egomaniac Republican operative's feelings might have been hurt.
Here's the thing, if I were John McCain, I would've had Joe the Plumber scragged after he failed to show up at an important campaign event and left me there looking like an idiot. You know, quick and painful. He had to improvise with that lame, "You're all Joe the Plumber" line.
Not that I blame Joe, he knew the Titanic was going down and had book deals to sign and other things to do.
Well, in my religion, I think machines have souls, allow me to consult the sacred text:
"Look at you, Hacker. A pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine?"
"You move like an insect. You think like an insect. You are an insect. There is another... who can serve my purpose. Take care not to fall too far out of my favour. Patience is not characteristic of a Goddess."
It's not surprising that this would happen in Tennessee, one of the music industry's strongholds in the U. S.
Hopefully it won't spread to other states.
If you've ever heard the term Shazam, before, then you should no that it's origin was in a comic book known as Captain Marvel. For a time, Captain Marvel was more popular than Superman. His powers were granted to him by a wizard, and Shazam refers to the mythological characters who grant him his strength (Solomon, Hercules, Atlas, Zeus, Achilles, Mercury). Billy Batson, mild mannered newsie, becomes Captain Marvel when he speaks this word.
Unfortunately, the World's Mightiest Mortal was felled, not by the arch-villain Dr. Sivana, but by the labyrinth of copyright laws. One of the current absurdities visited on us by the laws is that the right to use the name "Captain Marvel" for a comic book is not owned by the company (D. C.) that owns the rights to Captain Marvel. Therefore, they can produce a comic, or a movie based on a comic, with Captain Marvel as a hero... but they can't call it Captain Marvel!
Hence, Shazam, Captain Marvel's magic word, is often used as the title of his comic book, even thought the character is named Captain Marvel.
We will not speak of Alan Moore's Miracle Man, based on the British Marvelman, who was what the British Captain Marvel became after he lost his war against copyright in the United States. For his magic word was "Kitoma!" which is just Atomik spelled backwords.
...for even the undead fear The Goon. Actually, this is an interesting film, of course I'm biased as a huge fan of The Goon.
100% CGI, directed by David Fincher (of Seven and Fight Club fame) with positive input from Eric Powell (the comic books creator, writer and artist) it looks interesting. Here's an article and here's a first look at the movie poster.
Sadly, when you are a homeless guy living out of a shopping cart, and your ex is off spending your money with her new beau, trust and love is less comforting than you'd think.
As long as poverty leads to homelessness and an early death, nothing is more important than moeny. Nothing.
Well, if George W. Bush and the Director of the FBI are telling you it's not illegal, then... never mind.
Well, a couple of possibilities:
1. The woman is old, when she was young she might have been smart as a tack, but now her mind is going. Senile dementia, early stage alzheimers or something else. One of the scariest things I contemplate as I age is that I'll probably still be alive as my brain starts to turn to mush. I think it's why Hunter S. Thompson offed himself, actually.
2. Her severely disabled husband, before he got to be severly disabled, made the money and invested it wisely. Possibly she was a hot little number when she was young, and when he was healthy he kept a leash on her. Now he's old and more decrepit than she, and she ends up in charge of the household.
There's an old song, "Hope I die before I get old."
Oh, they see their money right away after they've securitized the loan into a credit deriviative and sold it on the international investment market. Then it is the next sucker's problem.
Her husband is now severely disabled, so that might be why. Or it may turn out that other than being a fantasist, she's actually good with money. So, he let her handle the money for years until her delusions became a problem.
Seriously, I know women who believe in Ouija Boards and Astrology and some of them are pretty hot... never let them control your finances though!