I apologize for my previous post, I was wrong about what I said. The statements that I made were indeed intolerant. I still believe that the Syrian Refugees should be thoroughly screened, but not because I believe that Islam is a religion of war, but only because they come from a war-torn area.
Remember, I no longer fear all Muslims and I no longer fear Islamic non-secular fundamentalists more than non-secular fundamentalists from other religions. However I do think that all religions are bad or at least dangerous only in their non-secular fundamentalist form.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
An Apology for My Previous Post on Syrian Refugees
Thursday, October 22, 2015
My Thoughts on The PS4
Ok
now first of all, I'm neutral as far as which console's better, the
PS4 or the XBone. I actually am more of a PS3 gamer because I don't
like —the changes to the controler— that Sony made when they
released the PS4, itself. —The changes that I find problematic—
are as follows:
The
select button has been replaced with an, "options" button,
which ruins the immersion; every time you press it, you are given an
extra reminder that you're just playing a game and that you're not
really a ninja or a pirate etc. I know that most people know and
should know —the difference between fantasy and reality, —but
when the on-screen tutorials tell you to, 'push the, Options button
to pause,' it tells your subconscious that it's just a game. In most
games, the, Start button is the pause button, and the Select button is to access in-game menus. The advantage
of this is the fact that —the words on the buttons, themselves—
have nothing to do with their functions, so it helps to add to the
illusion that you're actually a ninja or a pirate etc. With a button
that says, "Options," it doesn't seem like it has anything
to do with the gameplay at all; it seems like a replacement for the PS button on the PS3, but less cool-sounding.
Now
let's talk about the Select button or lack thereof. There's no
reason to eliminate the Select button; it's usually used to bring up
the map screen in open world games and the powers/upgrades menu in
other games. In —superpowered sandbox games,— it works to use
the Select button for —the map screen— and have —a menu in the
map screen to access the powers menu— (although in Prototype and
Prototype 2, the Start button was to access the map screen and the
Select button was to pause, but this is a minor complaint.) But this
idea works because when you access the powers menu/map, you're still
not pressing the official pause button, so you still feel like you're
in game, even if you're still pausing it. PS4 ports of —PS3 games
that require the Start and Select button to have different functions—
use a press of the touchscreen for —the Select button— and this
is problematic.
So
now let's talk about —the touch-screen on the controller— being
used as a substitute for Select, since that also seems
to be a problem. The touch screen is easy to press while you're in
the middle of fast-paced button mashing combat scenarios like in
Strider™. It's bad enough that it's easy for the combat to be
interrupted, but if you use the touchpad for Select, and you're
playing —a game where select brings up the powers menu— you
could end up spending your experience points on an upgrade that you
never intended to buy because you might not be able to stop yourself
from button mashing by the time you realize that you've accidentally
brought up —the powers menu,— itself.
Lastly,
let's talk about something that isn't annoying but, like —the Start
button being turned into an Options button,— makes the controller
seem less like a controller and more like an impractical PC
peripheral; the Share button. First of all, I think it's great that
people can stream directly from their PS4; that's not the problem.
The problem is that if you want to stream, there's no problem with
just pressing the PS button and going to a menu item. There are much
more important buttons that can be on the controller like I don't
know, a Select button perhaps? I can't wait until the PS5 is just a
big controller shaped touchscreen with no buttons at all!
Friday, September 25, 2015
Solicitors
You know there's a sign outside my
neighborhood that says, "no flyers or soliciting," I don't live in one of those snooty, fancy gated communities
where all the neighbors are freeloading and spying on each other and
every time someone new moves in, there's a whole line of people giving
that person baked goods. I'd hate to live in one of those
communities. The one problem that I have with my community is that
there's a lot of soliciting, (which by the way is against the
community's rules as stated by the sign outside the entrance to the community, which is nice because I don't have to hang a frightening, "no solicitors" sign outside my door like I'm some sort of antisocial jackass who hates his neighbors.) Now I don't have Jahovah's witnesses, I have the
people sticking advertisements in every nook and cranny on the
property.
They'll put it in the flag of the
mailbox (because obviously that's what the mailbox flag is for,)
they'll put it on my doorknob, and I'm pretty sure they want to shove
some up my ass so that I can see 'em when I take a shit. It's like they
want me to worship and bow down to them and say, “every time
I go to my mailbox, it's not to get my mail, it's to look at your
advertisements!”
And that's weird too because if I were to look at all of their advertisements and they affected me, they'd probably backfire in the following way: if I saw an ad for a cheap LCD projector, I probably would buy an LCD projector (again, if the adverts had affected me, which they probably wouldn't.) However, I probably wouldn't buy that cheap LCD projector, because I wouldn't want play into their game; I'd probably say to myself, "wow, LCD projectors are getting cheap, let me see what the best deal is." And then I would check online to see what features I wanted in an LCD projector and find the cheapest projector for my needs, and that projector would probably not end up being the same projector that was in the ad.
Now to be fair I once bought a product from a banner ad and I was satisfied with the product, but the thing about banner ads is that I don't think banner ads should be distracting like they are today. I use an ad-blocking ad-on on my browser and it filters out all of the ad except for the ones that comply with a set of reasonable rules that they thought up and I find those rules to be reasonable.
And that's weird too because if I were to look at all of their advertisements and they affected me, they'd probably backfire in the following way: if I saw an ad for a cheap LCD projector, I probably would buy an LCD projector (again, if the adverts had affected me, which they probably wouldn't.) However, I probably wouldn't buy that cheap LCD projector, because I wouldn't want play into their game; I'd probably say to myself, "wow, LCD projectors are getting cheap, let me see what the best deal is." And then I would check online to see what features I wanted in an LCD projector and find the cheapest projector for my needs, and that projector would probably not end up being the same projector that was in the ad.
Now to be fair I once bought a product from a banner ad and I was satisfied with the product, but the thing about banner ads is that I don't think banner ads should be distracting like they are today. I use an ad-blocking ad-on on my browser and it filters out all of the ad except for the ones that comply with a set of reasonable rules that they thought up and I find those rules to be reasonable.
The Drug “Plague”
The Drug “Plague”
OK, now this rant is mainly about the
way that drugs are talked about, not the politics of it all. Now
whenever recreational drugs are talked about by nanny state
advocates, they always say that when there's a lot of drug dealing
going on, there's a "drug plague.” No matter how much drug
dealing is going on, it's not a plague. To be fair, according to the dictionary, it can be called a plague, but when it (the word, "Plague") used in said context, the word is being used subjectively in manner that makes it sound like it's being used objectively. Objectively speaking, a plague is when there's a
disease going around. A plague is when bugs are swarming around
infecting people. A plague is NOT when there are drugs around.
I'm not saying that it's good for there
to be drugs around, but you could be in a big store room filled with
millions of syringes of black tar heroin (or any drug for that manor,) I guarantee you that you're not gonna get addicted unless you actually inject your self. This is because the drugs are not gonna sprout wings and swarm like mosquitoes; that would
be fucking weird.
Drug dealers are not magical sorcerers
who enchant drug packets so that they animate and force you to use
them so that you get hooked. They also don't fire the drugs at you
in darts so that you become addicted; they're just people who ask you if you want drugs and if
you say yes, they'll sell it to you, and then after you become addicted, they might sell it to you from more money. I'm not saying they're good,
I'm not saying they're bad, I'm not saying they're honest, I'm not
saying they're dishonest; the point is that they are not gonna force you to take the drugs.
The worse thing they're gonna do is nag
you to try it like a telemarketer. And when you say no to the drug dealers, you should be polite, because it they're working in the black market, then you have no guarantee that they have any remorse for killing you for being rude to them. You should just say, "no thinks." I was offered dope once, and I just said, "no thanks," and that was it, the guy didn't nag me, I didn't have to be rude to him (nor would I want to) and I didn't end up doing drugs.
Turning the dial up to 11
Disclaimet: This blog entry is a joke and I am OK with anyone who likes this meme.
OK this a bad meme from 1984, we didn't really have the internet, but we sure had memes in the 80s and believe me, I got a bad one for you. This one comes from the 1984 movie, “This is Spinal Tap,” now I'm not gonna call the characters by the their actual names because I couldn't care less the joke is that Moron is telling Smart Person that his amplifier is louder because it goes to 11. Then Smart Person responds to his idiotic statement by saying, “Why don't you make 10 louder?” That's a very excellent question to which Moron replies, “these go up to 11.” It's too bad Moron's intelligence doesn't even go up to 1, but that's the joke and I'm not talking about the movie, I'm talking about the fact that a whole bunch of stupid morons embraced his statements as being the smartest thing ever.
OK this a bad meme from 1984, we didn't really have the internet, but we sure had memes in the 80s and believe me, I got a bad one for you. This one comes from the 1984 movie, “This is Spinal Tap,” now I'm not gonna call the characters by the their actual names because I couldn't care less the joke is that Moron is telling Smart Person that his amplifier is louder because it goes to 11. Then Smart Person responds to his idiotic statement by saying, “Why don't you make 10 louder?” That's a very excellent question to which Moron replies, “these go up to 11.” It's too bad Moron's intelligence doesn't even go up to 1, but that's the joke and I'm not talking about the movie, I'm talking about the fact that a whole bunch of stupid morons embraced his statements as being the smartest thing ever.
OK, in case you are one of those stupid
morons, let me explain something to you that you will probably not
understand, but it's worth a try, (well in this case it's more like a
shot in the dark.) The dial on your amplifier does not specify any
units of measurement. The numbers do convey information, but they
only say that the highest number is the highest volume and the lowest
number is the lowest volume, so if you want your speaker to be louder
and go to 11, I recommend that you buy a louder speaker and put a
sticker on top of the real dial that goes from 0 to 11. Then your
speaker will go to 11, but I'll still hate you, because you're a
moron.
Now, I think I get the appeal of this
meme, I understand why you want to embrace it, you want to embrace
something dumb so that you don't feel smart because you think that
being smart is for nerds. But there's a fine line between not being
dumb, and being a nerd, and guess what morons? You crossed it!
By now some of you are saying that
after the movie, several amplifiers were made that actually do go up
to 11 because of some technicality in the wiring, but is that what
you really want? You really hate nerds that much, even the ones that
make all of your awesome audio equipment that you're gonna make them
go through more complicated work, just so that you can have 2-6 extra
lines printed on a plastic cover and have it mean something. So
congratulations! now your speaker goes to 11 of something, but you
don't know or care what it is because you're too stupid to realize
that —the movie scene that the concept came from— is making fun
of the concept, itself.
So let's wrap it up shall we! If you
think that, “turn the speakers up to 11” is a good meme, you're
stupid, because you're actually trying to be like a stupid character.
So why not even be less nerdy by being more stupid! Why don't you
just dress up like a clown and and write the word, “moron on your
forehead,” because god forbid that you would show any sign of
intelligence otherwise you'd be a nerd!
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Seatbelts
Ok, First of all let me aay that I think that seatbelts are a great car safety feature that I have no probel with wearing. The problem that I have with seatbelts is the change in buckle design that is the mos annoying thing ever.
Here's the lowdown, when I say the buckle, I mean the plastic thing that the seatbelt plugs into. Now the buckle is the problem because it used to be that the buckle went over your belt so that, if there was a gigantic person sitting to the left amd right of you, you didn't have to awkwardly stand up to buckle the seatbelt like some sort of circus act, and thereby increase the risk of pulling the seatbelt so far that it locks up strapping you tighter and tighter to the seat like some sort of sick torture device that causes a suffocation risk.
Incidentally that's also a bullshit feature that should be supplemented with a release button so that if the seatbelt locks up while the car is moving, you should be able to disengage it 'til the next time it's pulled all the way out in case an actual car crash happens.
Here's the lowdown, when I say the buckle, I mean the plastic thing that the seatbelt plugs into. Now the buckle is the problem because it used to be that the buckle went over your belt so that, if there was a gigantic person sitting to the left amd right of you, you didn't have to awkwardly stand up to buckle the seatbelt like some sort of circus act, and thereby increase the risk of pulling the seatbelt so far that it locks up strapping you tighter and tighter to the seat like some sort of sick torture device that causes a suffocation risk.
Incidentally that's also a bullshit feature that should be supplemented with a release button so that if the seatbelt locks up while the car is moving, you should be able to disengage it 'til the next time it's pulled all the way out in case an actual car crash happens.
Monday, September 21, 2015
The annoying DJ I had to deal with last night
So I was at my aunt's wedding last night and her daughter and her daughter's wife put it together. Now I'm telling you this part because it's important to the story.
So it starts out fine, the dance floor becomes open and cliché party music plays. Music from the 70s, music that everyone's already heard a million times and they still love them even though nowadays they feel like they're 200 years old. Now that's fine with me even though the music isn't my cup of tea, but the booze is helping me not give a fuck. At that time the DJ says, "I'm taking your song requests." Now I'll admit that the first song that I requested (Awoken by Wooden Toaster) was not appropriate since it had the lyric, "I don't know those eyes I see in the blood-stained chrome.") So I understood that the DJ said she couldn't play that and I'm glad she caught my mistake to request that since I was thinking with my ass when I requested that. But then I asked her if she could play, "The Fox by Ylvis." Now if the DJ had said that she couldn't play that song, I would understand that, just keep that in mind.
And she said yes. So one hour later, I'm still hearing the same cliché party music and I'm thinking, "What the fuck? better go talk to the DJ, because I'm getting my song played come hell or high water." And for those of you who are wondering, no I do not think the world revolves around me, but I don't think it revolves around everyone but me. So I come up to the DJ, thinking that maybe she forgot my song request, I just walk up to the booth and I say to her, "excuse me, did you get my song request?" And she says, "yeah, but I just gotta play the brides' (it was a lesbian wedding) songs first before I play the requests." So I understood, that, but then another fucking hour goes by of cliché music plays, and I'm thinking, "ok something's up, the DJ would not have made a big announcement saying that she is taking requests if she didn't have time to do that." So I go to the DJ booth again.
This time I say to the DJ, "do you have my song?" and the DJ says, "Yes, but I have to ask the brides' first." At this point I am seething and thoughts are going through my mind of "accidentally" spilling water on the audio equipment, but I didn't want to get ass-raped in prison, so I wasn't gonna do that. So I just patiently waited while this cunt DJ blew me over, this old hag who probably didn't even know where she was. She probably had alzheimer's and confusedly walked into the DJ booth and thought she worked there. So I tell my sister about what's going on and she has the decency to inform me that the DJ isn't playing any requests from anyone. And at that point, I am fucking seething and every time I look over there at the DJ booth, the face of the devil is on my face and I'm thinking, "You fucking bitch, just play the god-damn song already! Stop being retarded!" So my sister tells my cousin, who tells the bitch DJ and she finally plays the fucking song. And then I literally yell, "Finally! I only had to wait two and a half hours!" (yes I know it was three and a half hours, but I was slightly confused.)
So right after that she plays one more song, that's right, the first requested song, was the second to last song that was played; the god-damn motherfucking bitch! So right after the last song I go up to her and give her the business because no one is gonna fucking brush me off like my song requests because just cause the world doesn't revolve around me, doesn't me it revolves around everyone but me. And I walk up to the booth with the look of the devil on my face yet again and look her right in the eye and say, "Hello, I would like to personally thank you for making me jump through hoops to get my song played, I really appreciate that." And I just stared at her for a while because I was expecting her to see the rage on my fucking face and just give me a god-damn apology for her god-damn, motherfucking bullshit, but no, she just looks at me with the same look that was giving her, like I'm the fucking jackass, when not only was she deceptively unwilling to play my request, but everyone else's requests and not to mention the requests for the songs that my dad wrote that I wanted to promote that weren't even my thing!
Now during my rage before she played the song, I was considering e-mailing the venue instead of getting in this woman's face, but I wanted this god-damn bitch to start regretting what she did right after she did it. And you know what? It felt pretty god-damn motherfucking good! And do you know why?! It's because I did not take shit! I hate taking shit and if you try and give me shit I'll give you shit!
So it starts out fine, the dance floor becomes open and cliché party music plays. Music from the 70s, music that everyone's already heard a million times and they still love them even though nowadays they feel like they're 200 years old. Now that's fine with me even though the music isn't my cup of tea, but the booze is helping me not give a fuck. At that time the DJ says, "I'm taking your song requests." Now I'll admit that the first song that I requested (Awoken by Wooden Toaster) was not appropriate since it had the lyric, "I don't know those eyes I see in the blood-stained chrome.") So I understood that the DJ said she couldn't play that and I'm glad she caught my mistake to request that since I was thinking with my ass when I requested that. But then I asked her if she could play, "The Fox by Ylvis." Now if the DJ had said that she couldn't play that song, I would understand that, just keep that in mind.
And she said yes. So one hour later, I'm still hearing the same cliché party music and I'm thinking, "What the fuck? better go talk to the DJ, because I'm getting my song played come hell or high water." And for those of you who are wondering, no I do not think the world revolves around me, but I don't think it revolves around everyone but me. So I come up to the DJ, thinking that maybe she forgot my song request, I just walk up to the booth and I say to her, "excuse me, did you get my song request?" And she says, "yeah, but I just gotta play the brides' (it was a lesbian wedding) songs first before I play the requests." So I understood, that, but then another fucking hour goes by of cliché music plays, and I'm thinking, "ok something's up, the DJ would not have made a big announcement saying that she is taking requests if she didn't have time to do that." So I go to the DJ booth again.
This time I say to the DJ, "do you have my song?" and the DJ says, "Yes, but I have to ask the brides' first." At this point I am seething and thoughts are going through my mind of "accidentally" spilling water on the audio equipment, but I didn't want to get ass-raped in prison, so I wasn't gonna do that. So I just patiently waited while this cunt DJ blew me over, this old hag who probably didn't even know where she was. She probably had alzheimer's and confusedly walked into the DJ booth and thought she worked there. So I tell my sister about what's going on and she has the decency to inform me that the DJ isn't playing any requests from anyone. And at that point, I am fucking seething and every time I look over there at the DJ booth, the face of the devil is on my face and I'm thinking, "You fucking bitch, just play the god-damn song already! Stop being retarded!" So my sister tells my cousin, who tells the bitch DJ and she finally plays the fucking song. And then I literally yell, "Finally! I only had to wait two and a half hours!" (yes I know it was three and a half hours, but I was slightly confused.)
So right after that she plays one more song, that's right, the first requested song, was the second to last song that was played; the god-damn motherfucking bitch! So right after the last song I go up to her and give her the business because no one is gonna fucking brush me off like my song requests because just cause the world doesn't revolve around me, doesn't me it revolves around everyone but me. And I walk up to the booth with the look of the devil on my face yet again and look her right in the eye and say, "Hello, I would like to personally thank you for making me jump through hoops to get my song played, I really appreciate that." And I just stared at her for a while because I was expecting her to see the rage on my fucking face and just give me a god-damn apology for her god-damn, motherfucking bullshit, but no, she just looks at me with the same look that was giving her, like I'm the fucking jackass, when not only was she deceptively unwilling to play my request, but everyone else's requests and not to mention the requests for the songs that my dad wrote that I wanted to promote that weren't even my thing!
Now during my rage before she played the song, I was considering e-mailing the venue instead of getting in this woman's face, but I wanted this god-damn bitch to start regretting what she did right after she did it. And you know what? It felt pretty god-damn motherfucking good! And do you know why?! It's because I did not take shit! I hate taking shit and if you try and give me shit I'll give you shit!
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Song Soundalikes 02 (Kyoryuger and the semi-late 70s/early 80s) part 2
So in this post we will be comparing parts of the outro of Kyoryuger, Minna Atsumare! Kyoryuger by Hideaki Takkatorori https://youtu.be/ut7GUKKOxEk?t=4s, with parts of Mony Mony by Billy Idol (1981) https://youtu.be/IAmgTNATJkk?t=7s, which is a cover, the original version is by Tommy James & The Shondells (1968) https://youtu.be/pkMgs3lFwkQ?t=9s.
Tell me what you think. Do they sound alike?
Tell me what you think. Do they sound alike?
Song Soundalikes 01 (Kyoryuger and the semi-late 70s/early 80s) part 1
So this is a first in a series that I might continue, but might not. Basically, I put the YouTube links that go to certain times to two different songs that I think sound alike. Now keep in mind, when I say they sound alike, I don't mean the whole song, only certain parts of them.
So our first blog is going to be a part 1 of a two-parter (no pun intended) and the second blog is gonna be right after it, I will continue if and when I find good songs that sound alike and this blog gets enough views.
So first of all, I'd like to say that the reason why I'm doing a two-parter is because —both the intro (opening theme) and outro (closing theme) of Kyoryuger— sound like other songs, which became popular in the same four years.
So first we have the intro to Kyoryuger, Vamola! Kyoryuger by Showgo Kamada (2013) https://youtu.be/EOb7HzNeoik?t=18s, which sounds like the intro to The Love Boat, Love Boat by Jack Jones (1977) https://youtu.be/m_wFEB4Oxlo?t=52s.
Tell me what you think. Do they sound similar to you?
PS: to clarify any confusion, was indeed released in 1977, not 1979, it was released as a single in 1979, but was completed by 1977, when it served as the intro for The Love Boat's first season, which aired that year. That version (the Jack Jones version) was used in all of the seasons, except for —the final season, which ended in 1987,— which was sung by Dionne Warwick.
So our first blog is going to be a part 1 of a two-parter (no pun intended) and the second blog is gonna be right after it, I will continue if and when I find good songs that sound alike and this blog gets enough views.
So first of all, I'd like to say that the reason why I'm doing a two-parter is because —both the intro (opening theme) and outro (closing theme) of Kyoryuger— sound like other songs, which became popular in the same four years.
So first we have the intro to Kyoryuger, Vamola! Kyoryuger by Showgo Kamada (2013) https://youtu.be/EOb7HzNeoik?t=18s, which sounds like the intro to The Love Boat, Love Boat by Jack Jones (1977) https://youtu.be/m_wFEB4Oxlo?t=52s.
Tell me what you think. Do they sound similar to you?
PS: to clarify any confusion, was indeed released in 1977, not 1979, it was released as a single in 1979, but was completed by 1977, when it served as the intro for The Love Boat's first season, which aired that year. That version (the Jack Jones version) was used in all of the seasons, except for —the final season, which ended in 1987,— which was sung by Dionne Warwick.
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
I fucking hate the open roads game
Ok, if you don't know what the open roads game is, here is the lowdown. In 1992, a DOS game came out called, "SkyRoads," (that's free on the web right now) and it's a game that should be a cult classic at least and deserves an update with new levels and a level editor. Long story short, it's a game that deserves more attention than it gets. You need DOSBox, a DOS emulator to play it because it's so old, but that's not the bullshit part, it relates to the bullshit part though.
Here's the bullshit part, it's actually two bullshit parts, but they come together to form a repugnant turd sandwich. The first bullshit part is that there are people who are computer literate enough to stream on PC, but can't perform the relatively simple (compared to setting up a stream on your computer) task of entering a file directory (IE. C:\example) into dosbox to start up the game.
Now the second bullshit part is that there's a flash remake on the internet called the Open Roads Game that —everyone who I request to play SkyRoads— plays instead of the original version, because they don't have to DOSBox, because obviously you have to be a rocket scientist to figure out how to use it. Now the bullshit part about that isn't the fact that people would rather do that instead of using DOSBox, but rather the fact that that version sucks, the controls are way too sensitive and people play that game and assume that the original version has just as shitty controls, when it doesn't.
The original version had a steep difficulty curve, but it was never because of the way the controls work.
Here's the bullshit part, it's actually two bullshit parts, but they come together to form a repugnant turd sandwich. The first bullshit part is that there are people who are computer literate enough to stream on PC, but can't perform the relatively simple (compared to setting up a stream on your computer) task of entering a file directory (IE. C:\example) into dosbox to start up the game.
Now the second bullshit part is that there's a flash remake on the internet called the Open Roads Game that —everyone who I request to play SkyRoads— plays instead of the original version, because they don't have to DOSBox, because obviously you have to be a rocket scientist to figure out how to use it. Now the bullshit part about that isn't the fact that people would rather do that instead of using DOSBox, but rather the fact that that version sucks, the controls are way too sensitive and people play that game and assume that the original version has just as shitty controls, when it doesn't.
The original version had a steep difficulty curve, but it was never because of the way the controls work.
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