♫♪ Always look on the bright side of life…♪♫

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Thursday, July 26, 2012

Allow me to play a song of my people.

♫♪ 'cause I'm proud to be in 'murica,
where I tell myself I'm free. ♫♪

♫♪ And I wouln't blame the men who lied
and stole my rights from me ♫♪

♫♪ But I'd rather sit down, and just chew cheeseburgers all day ♫♪

♫♪ 'Cause their ain't no doubt how dumb I am! Gawrd bless the USA! ♫♪

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Love Me, Hate Me: Postmodern?

Love Me, Hate Me: Postmodern?: I'm Postmodern; with a pre-existing injury and post-traumatic stress, ObamaCare's worst nightmare and living without a care; I'm neither he...

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Spoiler Alert:

My analysis of Portal 2

First and foremost: GlaDOS:
GlaDOS is as almost anyone on the Internet knows, an AI. Artificial Intelligence. What came as a surprise to me was that she was once Human, and had been forcibly placed into the mainframe by Aperture's engineers.

I'm not sure what would have put her famous murderous streak into such high gear otherwise… Or what could have sparked it to begin with. Various programs and sub-programs had been added to contain GlaDOS, and each was, or at least became a fragment of personality. The Cores, too, were further additions.

As we all know from our own PCs that the more stuff you add to a base OS, the worse it gets, each new program or piece of hardware can become a vulnerability, each one requests different versions of the same files, there's compatibility issues and simple accumulated code and driver error.
GlaDOS thus gained multiple, somewhat compartmentalized personalities.


In Portal, we first see Her as the Computer. The Puppet Master, speaking pre-programed lines until
Chell starts getting Dangerous, then we realize that GlaDOS is aware.

We start seeing signs of a Spurned Lover come through, fresh from rejection and full of hind-brain hatred. 

In Portal 2, GlaDOS has had some time to brood over Chell, and we get to see what she can do with that hatred, taking every opportunity to try to hurt Chell emotionally as well as physically, but none of the tests, save the "Last one" are truly deadly.

Backtracking toward the beginning of P2: We find a turret in a trash-tube, who says "I'm different!" as we pass it by. This little throw-away bit told me something. These turrets are a loving personality. But the sort of love that you see in an abused Woman who will not give up the relationship because she needs it. It's her fault, she can change! She's different. "I don't blame you."

You see?

GlaDOS's speech just before getting to Wheatly's Lair also hints at her personality conflict, and just iced the cake for me.

And then the ending: The turrets, unable to express this love for Chell through all her testing, finally show their love by doing the only thing they can: They serenade her on her way out of the facility.

They sing a lovely song to their One true Love, who they'll never see again.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Love Me, Hate Me: Two Days Late

Love Me, Hate Me: Two Days Late: This is belated. With all the emotions and confusions of this long weekend just passed, the words were not coming; at least, not in a way on...


Makes me wonder what my own Mother went through raising just me. And I was part of a set of Twins.

I think it was my Mother that really kept me from developing the full blown symptoms of Schizophrenia and Anxiety I struggle with every day.

I think she understood me better than anyone else. I can only guess as to why but that leads me to wonder just what else we had in common. I miss her. I don't ever remember crying over loosing her to Cancer, not in the years following, and especially not in the 'grieving period' most people expect. I have my own ideas as to why. I know I had no thoughts of being a tough guy over the issue. I think I had said good-bye to her when the Cancer remitted. Even at that age, I knew that hope was faint, and I was going to lose her. But Mom doesn't need to wait for me in a perpetual paradise for me to live my life. She raised me well, turned my father into a better man, and she fought Cancer so hard that it had to kill her to win.

All in all I'm proud of her, all she has lived through, all that she has accomplished, and for keeping a strange little boy from losing the will to fight for life.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Love Me, Hate Me: On the Memories of a Beautiful Friday Afternoon

Love Me, Hate Me: On the Memories of a Beautiful Friday Afternoon: Longer nights and explorations further into the expanses of our dear Vancouver have kept me from writing daily or maintaining the little new...

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Love Me, Hate Me: Dear Blogger and, by association, Google,

Love Me, Hate Me: Dear Blogger and, by association, Google,: We've had a wonderful run these last fourty-five, sixty days or so, haven't we? All those walks through the city we've shared together, in w...

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Much ado about not much?

I'll preface this by stating I do not live in a 'nice' part of town.

Every day, especially as the warmer months come upon the land, I am besieged by noise. Lots of noise. Coming from cars, as well as the open doors of my neighbors. They like to sit outside and hold their own little concerts for the entire neighborhood to hear.

Whatever happened to respecting one's neighbors and fellow Human Beings? Whatever happened to the 'Peaceful use and enjoyment' of my dwelling that was promised in the lease I signed? I consider that part of the contract (which is what a Lease is.) .

Are these people stupid? Either they must not understand that sound travels or they grossly oversimplify the musical tastes of the population they are 'enriching'.

Are these people assholes? If they are not stupid, knowing full well that sound does travel and that nobody else wants to hear their noise, then by being so loud they must be stating to all those within earshot "Hey! Here I come! I'm an asshole!"

If you're guilty of being loud enough to be heard through the walls of another person's house and what I have stated offends you in some fashion, then, rather than insulting me in a neanderthal manner, I implore you to take some time and do the following:

Tell me why.

• What is your valid and well thought out reason to play your music so loud? I do not seek your opinions. 'I like to because I like to' is not a logical answer to such a question. It is, in fact, the opposite of Logic.

• What benefits are there, to yourself, personally, as well as the world around you, by such volumes of sound?

• Why do you risk your own hearing loss just to annoy other people?

Please feel free to share this as you like. If you wish to give any sort of negative feedback, think about your reasons. Answer the questions above in your reply, then tell me why I'm wrong. Convince me.

Posts made without proper capitalization, spelling or punctuation will be ignored as a 'yes' answer to my argument that you those guilty of being loud are stupid.

TL/DR: Go back and read it or just leave.