15 August

Either way you look at it, we’re all going to hell

Most mornings, as I drive in to work, I listen to CBC’s The Current. This morning, they were discussing the fierce loyalty American Evangelicals have to the Republican party. One of their guests went on a particularly fantastic rant about how it’s God will for Christians to vote Republican, and Christians who vote Democrat are going against the Bible (and are, therefore, not real Christians). Obama isn’t really a Christian, he said. He may say he’s a Christian, but he aims to single-handedly undermine religion in America. Also, he wants to kill your babies. Literally. He wants to hold an abortion-o-thon, and everyone’s invited.

A polarised opinion, to be sure. At least he stopped short of calling Obama the Anti-Christ.

Well, he stopped short of calling Obama the Anti-Christ. Luckily, there are other Republicans willing to pick up his slack. Namely, McCain himself. That’s right: in a new ad by and for McCain’s campaign, he directly implies that you shouldn’t vote for Obama because he is the Anti-Christ.

The only rational response is stunned silence.

I guess it’s only proper, since the only reason Evangelicals vote for McCain is because he is, clearly, Jesus.

Otherwhere:

  • Remind Me, by Royksopp. I saw this video a couple years ago, and I’ve always said that this is the closest thing to actually seeing inside my own brain.
  • Elizabeth Turnbull is my new hero, and she should be yours, too.

Thoughts? (0)

7 August

The hunt

Apartment hunting? Officially, completely getting on my nerves. No amount of hounding is getting me anywhere. I saw an ad for an apartment that sounded promising. It had been posted three hours ago. I called them. They already have a few applications in from this afternoon. The caretaker told me not to bother.

Sick and tired of stupid apartments.

Thoughts? (7)

1 August

Nine Inch Nails

Nine Inch Nails was amazing. The music rocked the arena (rock music was made to be played live — every time I go to a concert, I remember just how disgraceful CDs and MP3s are), and the stage effects were bloody impressive. They completely changed the stage around every three songs or so, making great use of stacked, translucent video screens. There were even a couple interactive video tricks, like Trent “painting” on the backdrop with a flashlight (not to mention using the video wall as a live sequencer). The first song brought the entire arena to its feet, and nobody sat down for the entire concert. There was just way too much energy to stay seated. Nothing disappointed — Trent screwed up the start of one song, but even managed to make that seem cool. They also did a short set of some of the quieter songs from Ghosts, complete with cello and xylophones. Every moment reeked of awesome.

Also reeking of awesome? Storylab. Hopefully I’ll be able to talk more about it soon.

Thoughts? (17)

28 July

Dreams, storytelling, and general absurdity

An evil company had built a giant robot. A friend and I were chosen to investigate this, so we were going over the packaging for the robot (which was that white foam used to package pretty much every electronic). We couldn’t find any evidence of evil. Then, we were being chased by the company’s agents. The agents are actually humanoid robots, trained to write a specific series of computer training books. If you saw these books lying around, you knew the agents were close. We eventually escaped by hiding in tall grass overnight (which almost didn’t work — they were out with flashlights, and actually shone one right in my face, but we ran away and hid again). Then, there was a muddy ravine of some sort, and there was an old house. We had gone back in time. There was a sign in front of the house saying that this belonged to so-and-so. I realized that the person who owned this house in the future wasn’t the person who should have rightfully inherited the house. The person who took the house had just claimed it was his, while the person who should have gotten it lived in extreme poverty, not knowing that the house should have been his. I took out a digital camera and took as many pictures as possible to prove that he was the rightful inheritor. In the morning, we went back to the robot packaging. I held the foam up to the light, and could see that there were three letters sealed inside. We ripped open the foam and discovered that they were letters written by a nurse, Gloria, at a local hospital. It detailed how this evil company had mixed up a little girl’s medication and she had almost died as a result. To save her life, they used her body to construct the giant robot. So the giant robot was really a lonely little girl, but it didn’t know it was a lonely little girl — it just knew it was a robot. And somehow this meant that the KKK was going to have a massive resurgence. So I went to where the KKK were meeting — there were thousands of them, standing in rows, all with blank expressions. Then James Blunt showed up, and together we stopped the KKK once and for all.

I can’t explain the feeling of utter confusion I had upon waking.

Moving on.

David Cage (Quantic Dream), on game storytelling:

It gives you a bit of story, then action, then a bit of story, then action — like porn movies, when you think about it. Porn movies are structured in exactly the same way, except that the action is not the same (laughter), but it’s the same structure. Most video games are done like that. It’s one thing to do a great cutscene, even if it’s real time. It’s another thing to try to tell the story as you play, so the story’s not told through cutscenes — it’s told through gameplay. So you don’t need acting performance in cutscenes. You need interactive performance.

Not much to add, other than I think his sentiment is spot-on. Just like porn, games are designed this way on purpose — loose plots as a vessel to deliver what you actually want. But what if what you want is a story? It’s nice to see people finally starting to rethink this (nods to Half-Life, one of the first games that truly integrated gameplay and storytelling).

In other news: Joss Whedon announced that we definitely haven’t seen the last of Dr. Horrible. When I first watched Dr. Horrible, I said that it ended so perfectly that I really hoped it wouldn’t continue. Forget that. The thought of more Dr. Horrible just fills me with glee.

Also: Tr2n. That’s right, a sequel to Tron, with Jeff Bridges reprising his role as Flynn.

I’m thinking of starting a political movement. It’s going to be called “The Society for the Separation of Art and State”. Essentially, we stand against any government-sponsored attempt to regulate creative expression. In the same way that a religion-controlled government destroys the freedom of religion, so does government-controlled art destroy the freedom of expression. Obviously, our first order of business is to ensure that Bill C-61 is killed, burnt, and stomped on, and see everyone responsible for the Bill sacked. Then we can move on to dismantling the current copyright laws, or educating people as to why it’s in humanity’s best interest to release everything into the Creative Commons.

(Hmm, a quick Google search for “separation of art and state” produces 16k results. I’m not sure if I should be happy that I’m not alone, or sad that I’m late to the bandwagon.)

Thoughts? (3)

24 July

A man’s gotta do or, What a man's got to do

Thoughts? (4)

Recently, elsewhere

Learning To Let Go from runlindsayrun / 3 hours ago

It's Wednesday again... What is it with this stupid day?! It's exhausting.

I attempted to be a good wife last night and actually made dinner - and Amber's ridiculously amazing Strawberry & Rhubarb Crisp (with the organic vanilla ice cream from Superstore) for dessert. Brilliant. Except that I managed to increase the temperature of our kitchen well beyond the daily high temperature in hell, and

Monday Miscellany from The cheese does not wear me / 1 day ago

Have you ever read something that struck you as so TRUE that it feels like it's punching you in the gut? That you have to pause and let the realisation sink into your bloodstream? It's a really powerful moment, last experienced by me after reading this:

C'est un malheur de n'être point aimée; mais c'est un affront de ne l'être plus.

-lettre 3, Lettres persanes, Montesquieu

Anyway, that's just... that.

Today I was bored at work and when I'm bored I find a lot of things that amuseme and I laugh like a maniac. Then work was done, and I went to see Tropic Thunder for a second time. THEN I came home and listened to Neil Diamond's most recent album.

I know, all very exciting. But I am satisfied knowing that in 5 days, I will have driven just over half way of this route:

View Larger Map

That's right, it's road trip time, baby!