♫♪ 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.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Once more unto the breach.

A very dear friend of mine was attacked today.
I'm not sure what to think about this because I'm so mad that I would like nothing less than to repay this person in kind and in full. And in spades.

Even if a shovel would be more efficient.

My friend, who I'll call 'Dot', was in a relationship for nearly a year. Dot is a person with an astonishing mind. The beauty of a fractal, able to be understood by the Mathematician and the Artist yet able to mystify and dazzle with the elegance of the math to the Artist and the colours and textures to the mathematician.
Dot's relationship was with one I'll call 'Brown' The love of Dot's life, and she's had a rough one at that. Dot was beginning to emotionally and mentally recover from a lifetime of pain and abuse (These are not my stories to tell but do take it from someone that knew her in person that what I said just above is not a trite exaggeration. I can't express what I came to understand without the regrettable use of 'wangst' language and for that I must apologize.)

Then along comes someone I'll call 'Mary Sue' (Yes, Dot is a lesbian. If this offends you, you have the right to be offended and I have the right to tell you to get away from my page and don't bother telling me about it. Now that we understand each other the rest of us can continue: ) Mary Sue also benefited from Dot's love and wisdom, but, well watch this for a moment and then I'll continue:



Dot was the one holding the feather. Mary Sue, of course, is the cat. When she noticed Dot was behind something that was helping her better herself, she accused Dot of manipulating her. Also Brown was ill, and still is (It's permanent) which makes what Mary Sue did even more deplorable. She turned around and manipulated everyone in Dot's life toward hating Dot. Mary Sue is not clever but she is brilliant and it did work. Suffice it to say Dot is the sort of person you either admire or despise. Dot is an expert profiler and uses what she learns to guide people toward their potential.

This is a frightening prospect to most, you'll agree, but the results do not lie. I've seen what happens for those she finds worth the love and support., those that can get past the fear and the knee-jerk responses.

Anyway, this had happened after I had physically parted ways with Dot. She had been a room mate for some time. I found her by chance six months ago or so and she was still trying to recover from the shitstorm that Mary Sue created. There's entire physical cities Dot will not visit and there's entire interest groups that she can't join because Mary Sue will slander her even today. Brown, being ill, was easily convinced of Dot's so called treachery. She'll go to her grave thinking that the person that ripped her love away from her really cares, while honestly I feel that Brown is nothing more than a trophy to Mary Sue, who only wanted to hurt Dot. Because Dot would readily see that very fact.

Do we understand the serious depth of this bullshit yet?

So it's been a full year almost to the day.
A Year.
A year after Mary Sue's pyrrhic victory, an IP that Dot recognized immediately was the origin of an attack on Dot's Facebook and Google accounts. Dot's heart and soul, her blog (If you could profile people as easily as Dot you probably wouldn't want to go out too often: Too much ugliness inside of too many people, too easy to see.) which was a major source of safe social contact for her, was utterly deleted.

Such wonderful thoughts and feelings just taken away. Google's not doing a fucking thing to help, either. Someone exploited their weakness and they're not even batting an eye.

I digress. These attacks were of course carried out by Mary Sue.
Fucking petty nonsense. Petty but hurtful as any glandular blunt-force trauma. Damaging in ways that Mary Sue knew all too well.
She can profile too, you see.

She knew right where to hit Dot to hurt her the most.

Never fear, though. Dot is recovering and well on her way to bigger and better things.

Thank you for letting me rant about my broken self and my broken friends.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Welcome to my jungle

It gets worse here every day.
Or does it? I just needed to post something and that felt clever at the time.