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AIM instead of facebook now? Are we going back in time?
I’m in trouble if we start getting bots named winter instead of summer. I’m a sucker for Aussies.
Woke up late tonight and saw on twitter that something went down in Norway. I turned on CNN. Piers Morgan was interviewing Nancy Grace about her dead husband. Headline News? Some story about an old murder. Tried MSNBC, and they were talking about business. Fox News has Bill O’Reilly still debating the “sensitivity” of putting a mosque in New York City.
Finally I looked it up online, but seriously? We don’t have one fucking news channel that actually reports the fucking news anymore?
It’s not that I have anything against reading the news, but I miss when news channels actually reported news instead of concentrating on over-sensationalized bullshit for the dumb masses.
Well, it took me until 3pm but I’m caught up. Fortunately mom had to babysit my nephews at my sister’s place today. But I’ve been looking at this screen for 19 hours now. It’s bedtime. I’d love to plan on being back at the normal 8:00, but I’m very inertia driven when it comes to sleep. A body at rest tends to stay at rest.
I’ll wake up, look at the clock, and probably say “fuck it” and go back to sleep. But maybe not. Maybe I’ll be back on at the regular time.
Oh, one more newbie tip for the tumblr rookies: If you try to check out a tumblr page and it asks you to log in to see adult material, or wants you to take a tumblr IQ test, just don’t.
It was a huge problem just a month or so ago. Haven’t seen it lately, but you never know. It’s the twitter equivalent of “seeing who’s stalking you” by clicking the link in that DM you got.
The advantage to me having two separate tumblr blogs is that when someone wants to see me naked, or give me the chance to make thousands of dollars, I get the message to both blogs at the same time. If I ever get too dumb to see that it’s a scam, getting identical messages to two blogs simultaneously should give it away. Granted, I’m also taking a chance that I’m missing twice the boobies and twice the money. But it beats getting my account hacked.
"Okay.. I think it’s necessary that I give an explanation of this song. The idea is this… an NES and a Sega Genesis meet in appallachia and start a musical duel. At first they compete, but then they decide to work together. At 2:00… the synergy is so great that the two FUSE to become something new…. basically the same NES and FM sounds but now featuring effects processing [this was especially helpful with the noise/PCM] So that’s the story. The title and intro melody is a reference to "Dueling Banjos" from deliverance.. since it’s the same scenario except, instead of the product of inbreeding and a city slicker jamming, it’s two different soundchips. I’ve learned a lot about writing NES chiptunes since "Figaro Chiptune" but it’s stuff that most people probably wont care about.
SOOOO it’s all made from chiptune sounds but it’s not purely chiptune, since it does things that neither chip would have been capable of…. hopefully that’ll make enough of a difference for this to be passable. The song being remixed is Danger! from secret of mana.. great song with lots of themes rolled into one short two minute piece [Kikuta rocks.. not as familiar with him as I should be, B1itz Lunar has inspired me to check him out more]. Roetaka pointed out that the theme entering at 3:33 sounds like a quote from FF7 battle theme. Totally unintentional but true none-the-less, guess that’s what happens when you listen to too much Uematsu.”
Really it’s just that this was too long to put in a reply. Then I typed it out in your ask box, but this ends with a story that is too good not to share with everyone. So I’m gonna put it here.
Regarding your personalized post to me last night about keeping kids’ dreams alive:
I agree. I wish I could still believe in Santa Clause, magic, and God. Things were so much simpler back then. Reality stepped in at different times for all of those as well as for all the other little beliefs that fade away with age (the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, Superman, etc.).
I learned about the characters at Disneyland not being the actual characters early, but only because Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum acted like they didn’t know The Walrus and the Carpenter poem. They just shrugged and walked away when I asked them about it when I was little. I would suspend my disbelief when I was around them, but I knew.
It was still a huge shock later in life, though, when during my first time backstage I saw Alice walking with a headless White Rabbit (well, sans rabbit head….a human head was showing) and carrying his head for him…or rather for her.
As I worked there longer, headless characters didn’t bother me anymore. But seeing Goofy walking around with his character head on but NOT wearing gloves would creep me the fuck out. Probably because it would take a second to pinpoint what was wrong with what I was seeing. But Goofy with human hands is a strange sight to me, even after years of working there.
But I always did get pretty good at coming up with explanations off the top of my head, like if a certain character wasn’t scheduled to make any appearances I’d say that this was the day that they were in Florida or Tokyo, or making up some fun story as to what they were off doing if I wasn’t too busy to take the time.
But by far, my favorite example:
Little kid, bummed that Mickey wouldn’t say hello: “Why won’t Mickey talk to me?”
Me: “Because Mickey is a flat 2-D character. He blows into his thumb to inflate himself because he wants to come out and meet his fans so badly. But if he started talking, he’d go all flat again and the lightest wind would blow him away, and last time he ended up in a tall tree and it took us a long time to get him down.”
The best part is that the person in the Mickey costume heard my explanation and when the kid turned back to Mickey, not quite convinced, he had one hand in a fist. He brought his thumb up to his mouth and acted like he was blowing into it. As he did that, he slowly opened his hand like it was inflating. The kid smiled and ran to give Mickey a hug.
The sad part of that story is that so many different people play Mickey that I would never know who it was inside. I would have loved to say thank you to her (Mickey is almost always a her) for playing along.
Either way, it was Disney Magic at work (see why I miss that job so much?).
As an atheist, I hate when atheists start sentences like that. I saw it last night. And while it was used as a joke in that instance, I’ve seen it done seriously.
I’ve also seen “As a Christian…” and “As a black man…” and many other variations on the theme.
I don’t care what group you align yourself with, while at the same time decrying other people who stereotype you based on being in the very group that you announce yourself as part of so proudly. It’s pretentious* and phony-sounding.
Just give me your opinion. Don’t hide behind a label. Be you.
True, “opinions are like assholes. Everybody has one.” But imagine how uncomfortable life would be without an asshole. As a human, I can’t help but wonder where I would fart from?
*Side note: I actually looked up “pretentious” after I typed it to make sure I was using the right word. It’s one of those words that I’ve used but never actually looked up before. It was definitely the right word.
Pretentious: 1. Claiming or demanding a position of distinction or merit, especially when unjustified. 2. Making or marked by an extravagant outward show; ostentatious.
Oddly enough, I’m still up at 8:00am. Usually I’m in bed by now, turning on The Match Game on the game show channel before I go to sleep in an hour. But I’m determined to catch up on my tumblr timeline. I’m up to 2:45 yesterday afternoon, but at this point I’m skipping past most pics and just reading what people have actually written…those are the most important ones, usually.
I also wouldn’t have seen the announcement of a new blog that one of my newer non-twitter tumblr-buddies started. That would have sucked to miss; I think it’ll be good for her.
But it’s not just the meltdown I had a couple nights ago that has thrown me off schedule. I also spent last night talking to someone who I’ve known on twitter for a few months about his job. I’m not going to go into too many details, because I don’t want to get my hopes up too high, and talking about it too much will do just that.
He’s going to teach me what he does for a living from home, which he makes a living off of.
It’s one of those things that if I saw this on a website, or got it in an email from someone I don’t know, I’d have dismissed it as a scam. I even told him that. But he’s going to teach me, and if it doesn’t seem right, or it’s not for me, or I’m not comfortable with it, I walk away. Simple as that. And it’s not something that I’m paying to do.
It’s worth a try. I’m allowing myself a little hope on this, but just enough to be held in place by a grain of salt.
But before I go to bed this morning, I’ll be caught up. Then tonight I can be back to catching up on just today’s stuff, and go back to being caught up by 6:00am like normal!