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November 29th, 2007
Subject:
inviting hurt into videogames
Time:
03:41 pm
Music:
Hooverphonic - Electro Shock Faders
Mood:
i want one!
How far/fast is the videogame industry going to push immersion? we had force-feedback steering wheels with throttle quadrants, controls with feedback vibration...and now teh FPS vest.
“TN Game's 3rd Space Vest, designed by physician Mark Ombrellaro, is based on a earlier medical instrument that permitted doctors to carry out distance based investigations. As if there could be an even better use, Dr. Ombrellaro has modified the vest so gamers will be able to feel gaming impacts, such as punches and shots, by means of alternating air pressures that will simulate the sensations.”-gizmodo
teh vest is an impact generating peripheral device which simulates physical contact precisely when it happens. the patented impact-generating technology uses a quiet and durable air source to fire 8 pneumatic cells embedded in the vest. the cells are designed to simulate the direction and force of bullet fire in a first-person shooter game. in addition, a wide array of sensory experiences, from crushing explosions to fear-inducing finger taps on the gamers' shoulders, can be experienced with the 3rd Space FPS Vest.
this peripheral with masochistic accents is being released in November, retailing at $189, and it will come in Camo, Black, and I heard somewhere that there will be a Pink one too :p for the release it’s going to come bundled with two games: 3rd Space Incursion & a special edition of Call of Duty II. there are supposedly also plans to patch Quake4 & Doom3 so that they will be compatible with the vest.
so what’s next, a headpiece peripheral that will simulate headshots? [boom!]
the place i'm currently working at is all about macs and there's a slew of people sharing their itunes libraries
a lot of bad muzak :( wtf chicago. crie.
one of the other temps at the office spent all week last week listening to my library, and liked aphex twin so much he downloaded the entire discography + videos and burned it onto a disc and deposited it on my desk this morning. now i have to sort through what i already have for duplicates make me itchy.
now i go back to robotically replacing special characters with their iso counterparts.
you know what's awesome about rain? umbrellas. not only do i have the pink kitty-eared umbrella tam tried to torture jess with, but i also have a sassy polkadot one. oh how i miss my see-through one that dumb travis broke :(
what's so awesome about umbrellas exactly? well... i now have the excuse to use a weapon of mass difusion against all those annoying strangers that walk by much to closely to me.
if only i could deploy my stylish weapons at the bart so that the impatient assholes that won't wait for ppl to exit bart will poke themselves infinitely against the spokes of my torture device. I guess thumping them with my bag will have to do.
something about working in the financial district makes me feel like an actual grown-up maybe it's all this wearing of collared shirts [lavender today, with matching argyle socks] or the serious architecture or paying for everyone else's lunches but i almost feel like going to a grown-up gym even.
on that note, if you work in the downtown area, and want to grab lunch some time, let me know!
the radeon 9800 dbunderscore gave me a few years ago had things melt off it and pop off and needless to say it is dead now if you have a comparable gfx card lying around that you don't need and are willing to part with for cheap, holla.
"An unknown number of cats and dogs suffered kidney failure and about 10 died after eating the affected pet food, Menu Foods said in announcing the North American recall. Product testing has not revealed a link explaining the reported cases of illness and death, the company said."
it seems some pets are suffering kidney failures and death after eating pet food sold by stores operated by the kroger company, safeway inc., walMart stores inc. and petsmart Inc., among others. this seems to pertain only to 'cuts & gravy' style wet food. 60 million pieces have been recalled so far.
Feds Finally Extradite Alleged Warez Kingpin "Hew Raymond Griffiths, an alleged warez kingpin, appeared in a U.S. district court and was charged with conspiracy to commit criminal copyright infringement and criminal copyright infringement."
"In an indictment originally issued in 2003, the Department of Justice [DoJ] claims the 44-year-old Griffiths was the head of an international software piracy ring known as DrinkorDie. According to the DoJ, Griffiths directed the illegal reproduction and distribution of more than $50 million worth of pirated software, movies and games. "
"Since the indictment was issued, Griffiths has been jailed in Australia, fighting extradition to the United States. According to the indictment, Griffiths also held leadership roles in several other well-known warez groups, including Razor1911 and RiSC."
they took blood from her finger and pumped it into her heart
Time:
01:28 pm
Music:
bongwater - kisses sweeter than wine
Mood:
shaved!
i was going for a valentine's of nerudian proportions sitting in a facial on icka's floor trying to craft my first card it looks like a 3rd grader made it :( thankfully i have truffles and a short skirt as back-up.
si mince: woodelf mini-quiches to the rescue crying with mushrooms in the shower, crying with grass in the drain puck loves me but he's a whore too much garlic in the scrambled eggs market of fleas i will beat you up if you look at audrey like that. still jumping, feet first, in wendy's shoes the miasma of his mouth grew colder with the winter, my most beautiful secrets died on his chest and all i have left now is a minutia of cold mornings nerubian corridors echo with the sound of perpetual running necrotic horsemen rain a plague upon derelict dreams aphasia seeps in again like the milk of the poppy, slowly.
she'd grown up with the idear of the apocalypse being a swift thing but the four horsemen were bidding their time playing with their prey casting their marks of destruction upon the Aspects in a veritabe cornucopia of death.
Time:
08:35 am
coeur altéré d'une inquiétante maladie on habite dans un monde de rêveries plein de trucs aigus à s'en cacher derriere vieillarde a même peur de la pluie entre ses mains pourries ils disent que vivre sans peine c'est être mort alors je suis pleine de vie obscènement aigue est la realisation que quelque chose c'est passé avec mon coeur il ne me rentre plus dans le ventre ni veut rester sous ma peau.
September 28th, 2006
Time:
12:25 am
Music:
15 Degrees Below Zero - Downs, Part 1
amidst the armpit stench of the girl behind me it felt like the speakers were trying to tear the shirt off my back yet all i could do was stare at your pudgy little hand on the floor next to my feet i thought about touching it seeing what kind of response i might get but then i remembered what it was like and i felt like crushing it with my burgundy suede steve caballeros instead.
too much hotness at snog miss smith doth oblige and the star's fortune cookie prize lies in uncle nadya's eyes perhaps flaccid antennas during daylight hours with pam at the greenhouse and the museum on thursday and of course naxx at night. everynight. till work. sigh thaddius. tam made me take this so she could see me wearing the ribbons she brought from kuwait: ugh, you can see my moustache and my farengi ears.
stuff happenned. again. it's nice, but i don't know how long it will last this time.
other stuff is happenning too friends from washington are coming to visit. lan party @teh clinique ahoy anyone have a large enough vehicle to transport 2 folding tables from dna to my house on friday evening?
tam is doing a drive-by-farting while they're here after tam goes and before .wa buddies leave, there is a tentative trip to l.a. in the horizon for next week but it's looking mighty sketchy as it'd be in the middle of the week for only 1 or 2 days yes, mysterious and elusive or something ambiguous and stuff.
my dreams are thorium-reinforced i spent the week picking flowers so fatty dies learned how to make cinnamon rolls i will now make myself a cinnamon roll cuddle buddy who will make me feel like a jellyfish till the breaka-breaka'dawn i live the double-life of a shaolin nun work was like this:
always, always you recede during the evenings towards where the twilight runs erasing statues. it's hard to tell in the faint light just how many statues are left and whether or not that matters. oh my pillars of stone, where are you so that i may lean upon you?
her cat had grown tired of trying to gnaw at the spikes on my boots and was sitting on my lap again, completely oblivious to the ache slowly leaking out my pores. the young lady that belonged to him had just crushed my heart under her square wooden heels. still in my lap, gusset purred loudly which made her look up from the trance of the invisible patterns in the red carpet. she hated that he was like this with me but not with her, her sole role in his life was that of food provider today, that gave me pleasure.
the fact that her cat still wanted me even-though she no longer did made me happy in a robert frost sort of way maybe she'd gleam of her cat's infinite wisdom and take me back? she was talking at me again, but although i could see her lips moving i couldn't hear anything but loud purring the thought of her taking me back made me slightly erect and i couldn't both entertain those notions and listen to her at the same time so i blocked her out. i'm not sure if she noticed, but she asked me to put her cat down and leave her apartment i went soft again. fucking bitch always ruined my moods, good riddance. might as well go find something to do, to get my mind of things. resharpen my knives maybe, or get gusset some milk, or perhaps another girl.
if you are nothing is it implied you don't ask for something? too many crushes, devotchka in chaos. breah. bought a pack of cigarettes. trust i trust you but i don't. i'm obsessed with a necropolis. must have .stupid fix before i claw myself to death.
June 19th, 2006
Subject:
turn it tender
Time:
05:46 am
Music:
autechre - rotar
long week of a thousand deaths and internetless wastelands last few days in review: tuesday there was some covert danceen with starr at joshington's club and i hadn't a stitch to wear. wednesday, not that you care, but i was the saviour of kalimdor thursday my net died, and i gardened with eight hands friday was nurse with wound with new friends and old, the night was too short saturday, the night was entirely too long. sunday i called my father, eventhough we haven't spoken since my birthday last march. yes, i died a little hallmark death. monday...who knows, likely will stay home and kill more things, maybe clean my room a bit beforehand.
friday was really fun i woke up early, caught up with a bunch of people over the phone and headed off for work succesfully dodged crackheads on the bus who focused their antics on some other plebes in the back. starr brought me delicious cat butt candies and cat & josh came out just especially to spend some time with me and then pretty bois turned me into a shuddering pile of goop if looks could kill my whip-cream eyes would be blunt butter knives i send myself to despair on dirty dancefloors my hideous hips are still making revolutions of utter confusion.
saturday was green camo pop roxx i was tired of being angry at cephalopods so i let one eat my face around the corner where no one could see it left ink smeared all over my forehead.
spundae made my stomach sick silly hats equals stupid butterflies i'll stop making the eyes at you if you stop making the eyes at me.
i don't know if my male [albeit girly-looking] co-worker can relate, but strangers treat coat-check like a confessional booth.
After being force-fed several amazingly slow psychic train wrecks by customers, i've arrived to the theory [not concluded yet!] that some people just create drama to try to feel at home kinda like how i always had to be either drunk or high to choke the anxiety enough to go out dancing with friends.
what is more dramatic than imprisoning a poor hot young black-collar worker by ladled-on labile emotions straight out of some abnormal psych textbook? Apparently it's the in thing to do where it's at cause every weekend, there's at least one stranger who will trod on over and pour their emotional detritus all over me when i've not the least bit of interest in hearing about it [can't you see i'm fucking reading?], and worse, can't escape them for i'm confined in a tiny little box with a bunch of coats and money.
Today, at the Walgreens on 23rd there was a woman doing that to the one and only cashier lady i was the only other person in line, and the rambling lady hadn't noticed i was there and was taking things out of her basket very s l o w l y but talkingreallyfastaboutseveralthingsatonce her lunatic confidences and suspicions spooked me she was going on about how she thought maybe her husband was a satanist, and her daughter a whore on capp street and then i turned into a bitch and yelled at the cashier lady about how i didn't have all day to wait in line and she happily smiling started helping the crazy lady take stuff out of her basket faster to better assist her saviour: me. why are people so imposing of themselves? why do they think people wish to marred down by their personal problems? that's what friends and shrinks are for, not poor service industry people.
on that note, [what note this post is about nothing] i'm working coat-check at meat [ministry after-partie] tomorrow and poproxx on saturday come say hi and if you bring me candy i'll promise not to write about your rants and lunacies no, really, bring me some candy. p.s. i like blueberry jellybeans.
the creepy amorous-cooing pigeons outside my window are dead and now i can finally sleep except it's too hot sigh it's that time of year again except that i can't smell the jasmin yet. sirs, please to be keeping your sperm away from my baby-eggs
some lady fighting to retain partial custody of her son due to her membership in the Church of the Subgenius reminded me of my first real roommate *enter tangent* It was 1999, the guy i was living with at the time dumped me, i had to find a new place to live pronto, and i did so via craigslist. Nice well kept, clean townhouse in a small quiet complex of 6, the upstairs all for me, all a 15 minute walk from the office in mountain view. With a roommate. Constance Marsh. She was 50-something, so militantly left-wing that she went to meetings and rallies and all sorts of things, religiously listened to pacifica radio at all hours of the day from a fuzzy old portable radio set she kept on her person anywhere she was in the house, and vegan to the point that i wasn't allowed to bring anything dead with a face home [perhaps that was meant to exclude gothbois too].
It was ok, i like veggie/vegan food just fine, i don't really eat meatstuffs very often anyways, and if i craved it, I'd just have some elsewhere, and when i'd get home from work [i'd stay late playing diablo2 on the lan with engineering vp & the chief architect] she'd have food saved for me. And the place was always clean, and she wasn't noisy despite the radio, and i had ample room upstairs to start building the bases for home furniture, and most importantly, i had my very own washroom. Then the weirdness started. She'd leave me disappointed notes about having missed me for dinner, or how lately i'd been going straight to my room after walking through the door instead of 'convening' with her, notes asking to 'please stop saying bad things about her to strangers', just LOTS OF NOTES.
We lived together for 6 months, after which her delusions, paranoia and control-issues became unbearable to me. She started eaves-dropping on my telephone conversations, and somehow managed to overhear things i never said about her And then, she discovered the joys of googling one's name and found excerpts of Connie "Marsh" Dobbs' journal. I tried to explain to her the whole Church of the Subgenius schtick, and how Connie Marsh Dobbs was the fictional wife character of the fictional Bob Dobbs, but she'd have none of it and since i was the only person she knew that used teh intarwebs she decided that clearly i had written this to besmirch her character to her political colleagues. That's not even the 'bad' crazy roommate. Hell, I likely shouldn't be making this entry public lest she smite me with her 1337 google-express zucchini of middle-aged wrath.
I do have her to thank for the introduction of quinoa though.
the night is young and so am I and we can dress real neat from our hats to our feet and surprise'em with the victory cry we can act if want to if we don't nobody will and i can act real rude and totally removed and you can act like an imbecile.
i woke up today after my weird birthday party and my ass really hurt my first thought was 'bad buttsehks?' and then i remembered the horrible fall off the stage while attempting to break a piñata. [i wasn't drunk i swear!] my tailbone and right wrist are all fucked up swollen and i can't do normal things like open the fridge door cause it hurts so now not only am i not allowed in the bouncy castle, but i'm also not allowed to break piñatas.
Huge apologies to so many people i forgot to invite. i'm not good at managing these sorts of things and i forgot quite a few people that i am rather fond of.
Thanks to everyone that did come, so many people i hadn't seen in years thanks tam & jes for coming all the way from canadia and josh for dj'ing eventhough people wouldn't leave me alone long enough for me to hear enough of his set and starr for finding my little black heart in a sewer somewhere and miss rebecca for organising everything cause i don't know how to do that stuff and just in general being an awesome lady and everyone else who came eventhough they had to get up early for work the next morning.
[circa 7am march 28th. mission district]
p.s. owowowowowowowow totally feel like an old lady now and i wish jes was still here. [boom headshot].
jes is doing my hair. not sure how to let people know i like them anymore. tam is trying to find parking in the rain. I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain. sherrod gets here thursday. deathburgers are made from babybarf. there's a whole lotta rythm going on if you hadn't noticed i've been gone since novembre. this boi i used to hump years ago still makes me feel special. the blue pill really is the best. this other boi, who's brains i wish to fondle, eu quero pegar mais ele nao vai deixar.
yep, sick again which means time to pick up even more videogames. cov is fun. pre-ordered oblivion. I've nothing really to tell you, my head is empty and full of the buzzing of silithid insects I pretty much regulate the qiraji bug population during the week when i'm not at work.
Despite the wall of mucus, i'm going out tomorrow though:
Upside Down Umbrella, Mochipet, Quitter, and Lucid & the Dust Collectors Wednesday March, 8 2006 at Madrone Lounge Divisadero and Fell, San Francisco, CA 94101 Cost: $2 21+ 9:00pm.
It was raining cats and dogs tonight, and in order to motivate myself to go out in the wetness to work i convinced myself that it'd be fun watching the sky tumble on my clear plastic umbrella what actually happenned was that i couldn't find it, or another one, and i got soaked head to toe umbrellas hate me!
while waiting for the bus, i stepped in to EB games and pre-ordered the new elder scrolls need to get a cd-rom drive before it comes out on the 21st, also been looking to get a 250gig drive, and new gfx card. my current gfx card db gave to me, but it's an ati and it barfs a lot. i don't particularly enjoy dealing with hardware...anyone have any recommendations on a goof gfx card that's won't cost me an arm & a leg and is not ati?
Someone left a bicycle here at work, and after being in everyone's way for quite a while, i'm taking it home. If you, or anyone you know, left a blue [kind of rusted in some parts] bicycle outside DNA lounge after meat on the 16th, let me know so i can return it to it's rightful owner. otherwise, maybe i'll finally learn how to ride a bike wtb training wheels, pls.
How far/fast is the videogame industry going to push immersion?
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the place i'm currently working at is all about macs
you know what's awesome about rain?
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