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    • ow

    • Posted by roque on 30 Jan 08
    • sake bad! sake bring pain!

      dammit, what the hell. sake hasn't given me a hangover since I moved to this country. this is unnatural. I think it's part of the general fuckery that seems to be at work in my life right now.

      on the side of good news, I have abandoned my internal struggle over whether to buy the Japanese or the American version of Silent Hill 0 for the PSP. come to find out, it's being released on PS2 next month. so close I can almost taste it.
    • Listen

    • Posted by Rootfireember on 30 Jan 08
    • Sometimes when I speak, something happens.

      People listen.

      Enthralled, they stare at me, eager for more, drinking every word I say like it was life.

      It terrifies me.

      Sometimes I'm awful at speaking. But on occasion this happens, and my words come clear and clean, not the scattered chaos that comes with fear. And I think:

      I could tell them anything, and they would believe.
    • Z: TBH: Afternoon, Day 3

    • Posted by Z on 30 Jan 08
    • In response to a thread called VENT! on another forum:
      _____________________________________________
      VENT!, huh?

      I remember a time when I could go to a decent local coffee bar, sit down with a good book, and occasionally get interrupted by someone looking at the cover and saying, 'hey, that's a great book, how far have you gotten?'

      Now that I've moved to the concrete corporate Bay of Silicon, I've found out that a black coat and black boots aren't a sufficient uniform for the counter-culture. The coffee houses are tucked away and hidden, aggressively clique-y, and too cool for me. I've resorted to hiding away in the corners of various Starbucks locations, ranting like a lunatic via laptop, or sometimes out loud just to see who's paying attention.

      I've started tying off my wrists with my boot laces until my hands tingle and throb, just to pass the time. I haven't decided what else the boot laces are good for, now that I have to wear proper leather loafers for my desk job. I carry the boot laces in my pockets and consider tying them together into a really long boot lace.

      There's a record store I like to go to. I put the laces back in my boots for an evening, stomp through the parking lot and tear through their concrete warehouse buying genres and trading favourites for an hour.

      Then I go home and unwrap all the little presents like it's ex-muss morning and pour cold audio water over my seething noisy brain until it shuts down for the night.

      When I wake up in the morning, it's with a new favourite song, a new favourite band, and no real argument for why. I take the laces out of my boots, stuff them in my pocket, and shuffle off to work in my loafers.

      Vent.

      - Z
      _____________________________________________

      Go on. Vent to me.
    • Moreau's Child

    • Posted by Rootfireember on 30 Jan 08
    • I've had a soft spot for The Island of Dr.Moreau for a long time. James Morrow's The Philosopher's Apprentice brings it back to the fore again. The book is solid, fun and a touch whimsical at times with a subtle undercurrent of horror. It reminds me on a great many levels of it, and I consider it to be, very much, a modern take on the topic- the repercussions of dabbling in what we don't fully understand, in playing god. The book itself is an easy read, though referencing a great many philosophical works and ideas.I fully expect this book to do decently once it comes out in March 08.
    • Random Geek: Front-runner

    • Posted by TechnocratJT on 30 Jan 08
    • Edwards is out of the race.

      And we now have these quotes (both stolen from CNN):

      "At a time when our politics is too focused on who's up and who's down, he made a nation focus again on who matters -- the New Orleans child without a home, the West Virginia miner without a job, the families who live in that other America that is not seen or heard or talked about by our leaders in Washington," Obama said Wednesday.

      And
      "John Edwards ended his campaign today in the same way he started it -- by standing with the people who are too often left behind and nearly always left out of our national debate," Clinton said in a statement.

      Edwards, who I supported in 2004, and then I cringed at as he fell apart during the VP debates, could never have won the nomination. But his third place showings have been strong enough that he is in a ideal spot to play king maker.

      On the other side, after his loss in Florida, it looks like Rudy is expected to withdraw today and throw his support behind McCain. Unlike Edwards, Giuliani has barely registered in most races so far. Despite that he was expected to have a bit more pull in the Super Tuesday races and his endorsement will likely cement McCain's front runner status. The question will then become will he try to appease the religious right with his VP choice. The notion of a VP nod to Huckabee or Romney worries me. In the end, I still hope he picks Lieberman, the venn diagram of the two politician's appeal overlaps so much it would only matter if their supporters could vote twice.
    • Random Geek: Cyberpunk, er now?

    • Posted by TechnocratJT on 30 Jan 08
    • So I got to talking about 4chan and /b's hacker community declared war on Scientology with a friend or two finally.

      The conclusion I came is this: these are people who grew up on Cyberpunk fiction and the related tropes, and who have, to a degree or another, always fancied themselves as the "heroes" of those narratives. When they sent out dozens of pizzas or crashed a chat room in their own eyes they were "edge running". Now they, and I do think it is a they - a group with a degree of preexisting relationships not an endless legion - have found an enemy which matches the stories in their heads.

      Because what we have is a hacker society vs. a corporate cult, and I am sure I played in that RPG when I was 15 or 16.

      Come February 10th they are claiming we will see extensive real life protests, and if you search youtube you can see that a few have tried already. Yet, these protests look exactly like the people out on my street asking me about conserving Georgia's water or civil rights. It does not match the ominous visage of the youtube video releases. Its a bunch of twenty somethings with hand drawn signs giving out fliers. Well, maybe with an extra Guy Fawkes mask then I see locally. They read that book too.

      On the other hand they have link bombed google (search: dangerous cult) and clearly have a nice collection of leaked videos. So maybe the the random vandals of 4chan have decided they will do something with actual impact. Though looking at the counter clocks they released, and considering the organizations they remind me off, I am not sure that is to be applauded.

      Yet, if they manage to have an impact on the real world, or more importantly do not get bored, and wander back off to scream at each other and post pornographic anime images in their insular net communities, then what happens next I wonder. Does that make them an actual cultural force? Speaking as a lawyer, all I can say is, if I was RIAA I would be a bit worried about who they target next.
    • Novel Idea: I tell you why I like Bodyworld.

    • Posted by BradleySusumu on 30 Jan 08
    • www.dashshaw.com (It's a novel, so start with the prelude, and don't ignore the maps.)

      What is Bodyworld? Probably my favourite webcomic at the moment. So far it's a comic about the intersection of botany and psychedelic drug use, I suppose. But the author calls it "a romance about bodymind telepathy."

      Need a more surface-level analysis? It's a color webcomic by Dash Shaw, slated to be 12 chapters long (chapter one just ended today), with new pages posted every Tuesday, done in a 12 panel grid.

      But what happens within the comic's borderless panels? As of today's update, a druggie professor named Paul Panther goes to a town named Boney Borough to investigate (and smoke) a new plant discovered on the school grounds. Hypothetically, if you had the luck to be my child, you probably would not tug at my platinum threaded shirt-sleeves asking, "But Father of all Dads, what happens next?!" But the plot is not the point.

      Presentation is, my imaginary illegitimate child. If you've spied on me in the wee hours of anytime during the day, you would know I'm a closet formalism freak. Nothing ignites my amorous engine like someone distending the walls of what is possible in an art form.

      Bodyworld is swollen and throbbing with little tricks rarely seen in most comics. For example, Shaw has created a grid map of Boney Borough; when a scene changes, Shaw puts the coordinates of the new scene map as the first panel. When Prof. Panther makes a call to a friend, the scenes with his friend are drawn in only blue and grey to play up the physical distance.



      Shaw also likes to play around with text written over the drawings. There are onomatopoeia sound effects like many comics (though he finds ways to experiment with these as well, mostly through placement). The genius arrives, however, in a panel where Prof. Panther sticks his foot into a bathtub and Shaw just writes "cold" over the water. Which, I think, is more effective than having someone exclaim "By the rapacious radishes of Rangoon, that's some cold water!" as Stan Lee would have done.

      As befits a comic about psychedelic drugs, the atmosphere of the comic is subtly surreal. There are smudges on the walls of Prof. Panther's motel room that move around from panel to panel, and no one makes a comment about them. The backgrounds change their level of detail and color depending on a character's mood. Plus there is a weird bald guy with stitches in his head, and Prof. Panther walks around blood soaked with shards of glass sticking from his forehead for the first few pages due to a suicide attempt. Honest, family friendly comics just like Unca Walt used to have other people make for him to put his name over.

      I'm sure even the people mildly interested in reading this have now gone off to read the tales of Underwearman and his Absent Bulge or whatever the 'hot' comic of the moment is. But, I had to try.