Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Autumn Prose

As Autumn dawns there is always a drastic change
in my attitude that resonates
through every chord of my body.
Manifested as a goofy smile--
or perhaps some giddy bounce in my step.

There is just something intoxicating about autumn--
the leaves that fall,
The brisk scent
The sense of purpose
There is a certain decisiveness to it all--
which has the singular effect of inoculating me to outside worries

Autumn to me is more than a season,
Its the season with my favorite childhood memories
Memories of catching leaves
Of running through the chilly air
Of cold rain on my cheek and Cold sweat on my back
Of tricks and treats and Halloween
Scary Movies with me clutching the blanket with white knuckles
Turkey dinner with mouths full of stuffing.

Autumn prose is such poetry--and living for it--such a sweet melancholy symphony.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Faffing About at RPI

Currently I am sat in my room watching "Tales from the Darkside" on the SciFi channel (which has actually undergone a recent name change auntie Gianna style to SyFy) while waiting for class to start--PHYS 6900, Physics Colloquium. It is Ten-Thousand degrees in my apartment (plus or minus five degrees) and the fan isn't helping very much anymore. It is becoming truly unbearable--my own private hell from which I cannot escape.

I blame the heat for my slightly delirious state these days--which seems to carry over into my dreams. For example, last night on the phone with my sweetheart I was given an errand to pick up cereal from the supermarket for when she visits. I suggested a granola-like cereal and Farah was quick to remind me that she can't have nuts (I remember most of the time okay!). Incidentally, "Grape Nuts" do not contain nuts, so I would have been safe either way, but I believe the incident lead to the dream I had--I drempt that I bought Cocoa Pebbles--but that when I opened the box, it was FULL of almonds. Needless to say Dream-Ben got slapped haha!

Another microdream I had was even more disturbing: I drempt that I took up smoking. The only thing I remember about this dream is that in my dream I took up smoking to deal with the stress of graduate school and qualifying exams and I really liked it--and it was awesome. I also remember trying to hide it from my friends and family and Farah (wow all words that start with F...suspiiiiiiiiicious...)--while simultaneously rationalizing how many times I should smoke per day to not get super-hooked...very weird...very crazy...

In the mornings I watch PBS-kids before class--its a good way of warming up for the day--and oddly Sesame Street and Arthur reruns have a way of getting you ready for school in a way that Spongebob cannot!

Here is me getting ready for my first day on the job as the Teaching Assistant of "Earth and Sky".

And here is my favorite MIT engineer being adorable as usual.

Till Next time...
-Ben

Thursday, August 19, 2010

New Life at the Bates' Motel

One of those sayings I really tend to abuse is an old one from an old show which I forgot the name of. To "get the hell out of Dodge" means to leave town abruptly and without turning back (referring of course to Dodge City, Kansas a frontier on the old west...yes, cowboys and outlaws and all that jazz). Wednesday around 10am I found out I needed to be at RPI on Thursday for a meeting at 10am. With 24 hours to pack, rest, and travel I feel like I can invent my own variation of the saying--to get the hell back to RPI.


So here I am back at RPI--and to describe it in one word, I would choose "ugh". My second choice, however, would be desolate. Picture as evidence. That one vehicle you see in the lot is mine, and its taken in the lot my room oversees. The apartments on the left are where I am staying--each unit is two levels, four people with full kitchen, living room, and bath. There is literally noone around, I think I saw two of my roomates for about ten minutes yesterday but that may have been a hallucination based on my need for company. A long way off I can hear the slow, deliberate rumble of progress and traffic, but here its a ghost town.

First impressions of my room: old. Actually it kind of has a Bates' Motel atmosphere to it--as if not just one, but several people have died here. So disturbingly old is this place that I was absolutely positive that if I were to disturb the furniture setup or open the cabinet drawers after sundown that an evil spirit would hiss and fly around the room. Fortunately this did not occur--I am well-moved in.

Further adding proof to my idea that this is a den of ghosts and murder was a present I found in the bottom drawer of the cabinet. I have proof now that the prior residents were girls--and fashion conscious girls at that. In this picture Ben is saying, "come on, really?!?" while gesturing at the abominations.

Today my goal is to recover all or most of my things from the fraternity house--or at least what has not been ruined. It still astounds me how efficiently--and completely--things can be destroyed (yes, destroyed is not even overkill in this case) when they are left there. From the emails I've been getting, this summer has sounded like a particularly crazy one, hopefully my bike is okay!

So just now a huge obnoxious noise bellowed from the main campus--my first thought was monster. My second was air raid. Turns out it was a test of RPI's alert system. A man's voice came on after the crazy siren, but, due to echo I couldn't make out a single word he said--not very useful in an emergency haha!

Below are pictures of my room after being moved-into. The before pictures are basically this but with no stuff in them--and the bed was in a weird orientation--swapped with the desk, so I fixed that problem REAL SOON.




It occurs to me that I didn't even blog about my adventure to Boston! Ugh I have so much to catch up on! I can't promise that I can ever get to that, so here is a picture of my sweetheart FARAH <--named so that everyone knows its her :) packing her bag and checking that she has all her paperwork for the fiftieth time.

Oh my God the RPI alert thing has turned into one huge screeching tone and I feel like my head is going to pop--I have to stop sorry!

-B

Monday, August 2, 2010

Unified Field Theory as a Pipe Dream

Not much in physics bugs me--most likely because I am not very well-versed in sciences in general. I did not read that guy's book, I didn't attend that seminar, and to be completely honest, the answer to "did you do your homework?" falls somewhere between "uhm..." and "hahahahahaha! seriously!?!".

But one thing--above all others--does. It is the idea of the Theory of Everything. It has many guises--and many refer to it as Unified Field Theory these days. Unified Field Theory (a variation of the theory of everything which reduces all to field equations) is a type of field theory that would allow all that may be thought of as fundamental forces and elementary particles to be written in terms of a single field (thank you wikipedia!). This condenses all force, all matter--into one equation (complexity unknown).

Sure this sounds difficult, but possible, right?

Wrong.

Let me explain.

So there was this smart guy named Gödel--a mathematician. He axiomated an approach to logic and validation in the form of two theorems that reference eachother that established upper limits to all but the most trivial mathematical systems. These are called "Gödel's Incompleteness Theorems".

The first incompleteness theorem states that no consistent system of axioms whose theorems can be listed by an "effective procedure" is capable of proving all facts about natural numbers. Basically, no theory or set of theories can prove everything about numerical processes.

The second incompleteness theorem shows that if this system is also capable of proving basic facts about the natural numbers, then one arithmetic truth the system cannot prove is the consistency of the system itself. Or, that if the system proves something about natural numbers, then the system cannot be proven to be true.

The ramifications of this should be startling--basically any theory that involves the natural numbers cannot be complete--it is either missing some element or it itself cannot be proven to be true--it is a theory that proves incompleteness reigns.

Any "Unified Field Theory" will certainly be a consistent, non-trivial mathematical theory--and therefore, by these, it must also be incomplete. Unified Field Theory brings us nowhere--good news for us physicists!

Q.E.D.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Christmas in July

So this past past weekend was atypical for me in that it was a weekend where I went out with a bunch of ladies, had deliciously girlie drinks, and celebrated Christmas (trust me, that link is worth it) amongst complete strangers and good friends.

Actually that sounds like most of my life...

On Friday I had the privilege of escorting my sweetheart, her temporary roomie (and my carpool buddy), my old (actually bordering on saurian) NASA friend, and our resident wedding planner (and all around gossip girl) to see "Inception". I have to say this movie was amazing in the same way that Vanilla Sky was. As it were, it is more similar than that--because I have no clue what happened in either of these. Granted, I have the attention span of a goldfish--and going to see any movie more complex than Star Wars for me is like walking into an aviary full of nitrous oxide and trying to play Scrabble with the Kookaburras while they stand around arguing about East-Asia Politics, but it is my personal opinion that these movies are strenuous no matter the audience.

The following day, after checking out the coolest restaurant this side of Chinatown (with the best Spinach and Brie sandwich ever), my sweetheart and I found ourselves at a Christmas-in-July party at my friend Henry's place. The rest of my friends arrived later on in the evening--and an epic celebration of holiday cheer and general debauchery ensued.

The picture is proof that I should have been a photographer--barely captured before the train scooted by! ;)

Brush your teeth and floss once a day!

Happy Christmas!
-B

Monday, July 19, 2010

My New Favorite Band?


So for the past five or so months I've been looking for a "new favorite band".

Naturally this is an odd thing to propose--but my argument is at least valid--my current favorite band is "The Misfits", a band that has been around for thirty-something years and is no longer producing new material reliably. When Danzig left the group, the band changed, but to be completely honest, I liked Graves better in some cases (and to be completely honest, I liked Danzig's material better when he formed his own band). Graves has since left. This has left me stagnating in the same songs without anything new for AGES.

Just a few days ago I found "The Creepshow" which fits the mold remarkably well. They've got the whole psychobilly/b-movie punk thing going on.

Still haven't decided if they are "favorite band" good, but I haven't found a point against them yet.

Here they cover a Misfits song--Halloween:



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And on an unrelated note, this website is ridiculous--and rated PG-13.

-B

Monday, July 12, 2010

The Things I Dream about When I Dream about Things

So lets get one thing straight--the things that I dream about when I dream about things at best mimic reality--but more often then not, do not correlate with any forme of reality that could ever possibly exist

Q.E.D.

To me at least the discussion is quenched, but perhaps I could bear to elaborate--for the good of all three of you out there reading this (if there still even are three).

When I was younger, I had a recurring nightmare of being lost in a funhouse version of my Pennsylvania home--and always finding my way to the basement just in time for the octopus monster with the sharp teeth to wake up and capture me. So often did I have this dream that when I would become very sick and start having minor hallucinations (which is not, contrary to popular opinion--linked to psychosis, mind you--and completely natural), I would be scared that the octopus would come back. Eventually, this problem sorted itself out--DreamBen promised the nefarious cephalopod the ghostbusters in return for his amnesty and I never had the nightmare again.

Last night I woke up quite surprised that I WASN'T at that same bus terminal I always visualize when I try to visualize Paris. Now, I have never been to Paris--I don't even know if there are bus stations the way I visualize them in France at all. I read a short story a million years ago where I managed to visualize an odd bus station with the Eiffel Tower in the background and an amber-striped, deep violet sky where the sun has recently set. I'm not quite certain why I was in Paris--nor why Mara, Farah and Marc were there (although the later two of these seem to make more sense than the former), but there we were and I was being criticized for being late to the terminal because, "the lions can't wait forever, you know!" and suddenly I was overcome with vertigo and I had to wake up--quite disoriented, and quite confused. Sometimes, despite the fact that a dream is ridiculous, you wake up and are not sure whether the dream was that crazy situation you just escaped from--or that warm, wonderful circumstance you have just entered. Feeling me?

Below is my favorite of the 4th of July in DC pics from this year--maybe someday I will treat this thing as a normal person's blog! :P

-B

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Fast Approaching the Political Singularity

I hate talking about politics.

Now that that's out of my system I can talk about politics...

But seriously, its not that its not interesting to me--and of course I care about what's going on in the world. I have opinions...about...political thingys...and economy stuff...and they are well thought out and intelligent...no, seriously! I just prefer not to talk about these things mostly out of embarrassment. As an independent I get worried that people who are ACTUALLY outspoken will put me on one category or the other based on what I say at the time. It's really nerve-wrecking!

This is why it is so odd to me that for the second post of the month of June, I will be bringing up a news article. I guess I just find it funny because its something I do constantly but when I heard that Representative Joe Barton apologized for apologizing to bp (if you don't get that link's joke then I'm sorry, there's no reason for you to be here :P), I nearly died.

I recognize that its ridiculous to apologize for saying you're sorry, but I tend to do it anyways--for example, when somebody yells at me, I say I'm sorry, then they yell at me for saying so and I do it again--a good way to get lost in a recursive apology function. I just never thought that this would be a problem for our leaders.

Here's what happened: the guy apologizes for being so mean to the representatives from bp to Washington, then gets criticized for doing so and has to apologize to the public for his apology...

My question is, can you apologize for something you don't feel sorry for? And if yes, then which apology is the true one? I don't know...

Here's the truth behind the Mayan Calendar...Maybe the world won't end after-all?


Stay Frosty,
-B

Friday, June 4, 2010

A Serious Look at Management

See, up until fairly recently I was fairly confident that people in the "real world" had sufficient problem solving abilities such that they could tackle the requirements of their job.

That was until fairly recently.

See, maybe its the fact that I play so many videogames that gives me the idea that I can solve puzzles pretty well. Hell I could save the princess, collect all the pieces to build a Super-Megalotron Antimatter device , then use it to open up a hole in the universe and stop inter-dimensional wildebeests from invading. And I could do it all and still have time to pick up some cheesey-poofs on the way home. That's what I do in my spare time.

It is completely beyond me that the people down at bp still have yet to find a solution to their oil problem. I just have no way of describing how crazy it is that still, after a month and a half--45 days--the oil is coming.

This is a fact that has left me numb to the "real world". It is unfair that our children inherit our complete lack of creative ability.

-B

Monday, April 5, 2010

The Twilight of Videogaming

Today I found a crazy article no doubt written by underage teenage girls (its okay to click that second link--it just brings you to the same article...or does it?).

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Yes it does.

The article brings up two points--the first of which is that ANYTHING, given enough hype, can be turned into a game. Remember E.T.?That by no means implies that the game is worth playing. Just because you have a satchel full of money-making ideas does not mean that you should act on every one of them--thats how scams like Amway occur--and trust me, it IS a scam.

The article points out that movie-based games typically (and by that we mean ALWAYS) get terrible reviews from game critics and generally favorable acceptance from fans. This is misleading because it is based solely on sales in the later case--any acceptance that occurs is just the fanbase going out to buy the game before they realize it sucks and return it. And besides, who are you going to trust on a game? A professional or an opinionated fanatic (who has probably played the game on her Twilight beanbag chair after washing her hair with her Twilight shampoo).

To tell the truth, most fans that DO give a damn about where their hard-earned money goes actually end up loathing franchises that submit terrible games. When the shareholders wonder where the fanbase is later on when sequels turn up, they try to rationalize where they went--the answer is met with angry backlash. Its like taking a delicious cheesecake and sticking your dick in it. You can explain the reasons why you did it all you want, but noone will care because you stuck your dick in it.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Babe the Demon Pig

In my spare time, when I'm not writing "Dragonball Z/Sonic the Hedgehog self-insert fan fiction" (kidding...maybe...click the link, anyways) I like taking other people's fonder childhood memories and tearing them apart.

Babe, for example, was a demon--he speaks in tongues to seduce sheeps to his will. Okay, maybe not demon but definitely a witch. He would be burned at the stake--and then taste delicious...

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I performed an experiment today to try and find a type of crossover fan fiction that has not been written. I was absolutely shocked to find that the following fanfics ACTUALLY EXIST.

Godzilla/Sailor Moon
Dragonball Z/Sonic the Hedgehog
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Half Life
Pokemon/Hardy Boys
Harry Potter/Monopoly

After finding every single crazy idea I could think of I gave up with a new-found respect for the crazies out there on the internet, where truely every terrifying possibility is possible...

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Friday, February 26, 2010

How to Survive a Robot Uprising

I prefer to just be realy nice and say sweet things to machines currently hoping that they will vouche for me in the future, but I guess that it will be important in the future to follow this website's timely advice:

How to Survive a Robot Uprising

"Silence and Valor"
-B

"Pushing up Daisies"

This blog is, slowly but surely, becoming just another list of rants fuled by some pedestrian mind out to make moot points about social workings. Let me explain.

Today I did a simple yahoo search (because here at my father's store, he is missing the google search bar at the tiop of the screen and I prefer not to search for another search engine--even though eventually I did try google as well) to try and find the origins of the saying "pushing up daisies" which we all know to mean "to be dead".

On any other day this would have yielded a few crap links and a few desirable outcomes--fruits for my labor. Not today.

Instead I was assaulted by 11 pages of links and blog posts about a Television show conveniently called "Pushing Daisies". I tried every variation of the search that I could think of--evenh using the dreaded exact quotes to seek out specific phrases and to no avail.

Seriously, what the hell do the people who make these search engines think all day? That by searching "pushing up the daisies" saying origins, what I really mean is TV show "Pushing Daisies". Go to hell, google and your sponsored links takign precedence over helpful items.

I gave up after thirty minutes of trying.

And apparently the show "Pushing Daisies" is pushing up the daisies.

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Reasons I hate People



Thank you Sarah for giving me more reasons to hate humanity! These people cannot possibly be serious about themselves, its a movie.
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Also I have a problem with the following phrase: we are not.
Possibilities:
we're not
we aren't

Why not:
we'ren't

Silence and Valor,
-B

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Things that Pop Up at Dinner

So as we all know, my life is like a series of short stories of me and my friends acting way nerdy and getting into loads of trouble (or rather narrowly escaping said trouble). Perfect example: the time my friend Chris (my other Jonesey) and I broke into the freshman hill dorms to steal everyone's markers from their dry-erase boards. Of course we weren't content with just this so we decided to go on a spree of taking useless junk from people. The following day my room contained around 40 markers, flamingo lawn ornaments, and two super-sized sawhorses. Needless to say I need help sometimes deciding what is and isn't a good idea (and trust me we returned the markers...made the RPI Incident blotter though!).

Recently at dinner, the subject of superheroes came up, something I'm sure anyone who knows me would immediately roll their eyes at. As a youngster and actually most of my adult life as well I have been obsessed with Batman and the like. My Poppy Ben even dressed up as Batman for my Batman birthday party (bat-party?)...twice...

To be completely honest I learned a few things, the idea that hero and villain alignment could be boiled down to some sort of simple algorithm both shocked and provoked me. My proposal of a superhero called the "Homogenizer" was at first grouped as "True Neutral", but after Mike, the local REAL physicist decided that homogenizing links to heat death which links to entropy, which is inherently chaotic, his alignment should actually be "Chaotic Neutral". I still have no clue what is going on.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Awesomest Dream Ever


The awesomest dream ever occurred last night. Let me try and impress you:

I was coming home from boy scout camp, which apparently my Sarah and her mom also attended, in a plane. With us was some nerdy looking dude whose name was Eugene. The part of Sarah's mom was played by Sarah Connor from Terminator. After dropping off the Joneses by having them just jump out of the plane, the whole thing crashed and Eugene died. Soon enough things got kind of actioney--as is the case with most of my dreams.

Terminator robots were sent back in time to get Sarah for reasons unexplained. Of course it fell on my shoulders to stop them. Most of the dream consisted of me hunting down the terminators (which were actually damn good at hiding and pretty flighty, I had to sneak up on most of them!).

At the dream's climax, the Terminators were controlling anyone who died. Conveniently Sarah, Sarah Connor Jones, and I were at the mall when the Joneses saw Eugene. They said we should go talk to him and I kept saying that that couldn't be Eugene because I saw him die. Sarah of course didn't believe me and we went over to chat. Eugene ended up snapping and chasing her and we had to run away.

Sarah was running too slow so I had to stop and fight the Terminator Eugene and his helper. I tripped the former and threw him into the second.

Then I woke up.

But trust me it was awesome!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

A Gaming Problem of Late

Okay, lets list all the things that are dumb about the news: everything.

In a recent news program, online gaming was attacked (once again) by the media. This time they blamed the xbox for allowing pedophilia. Of course we all can recognize this as another cheap trick to boost viewership along the same lines of "Can those french fries give you testicular cancer?". Panic sells. And apparently Panic about sex sells even more, these people must be rolling in cash now.

I'm not taking a laissez faire approach to online gaming, and I'm not making light of the terrible things that have occurred. It's dumb that people in this world do that to begin with.

But the fact of the matter is that xbox live is not the cause of these things getting through, the blame for that lies solely with the parents of these kids.

First of all all of those violent games you saw are M-rated. This means that it is illegal to purchase them without a parent's say-so. I personally think that that is a matter that should be discussed with a parent on a case-by-case basis. Certain games are a little too old for kids under eighteen and these kinds of matters--which games and how much violence is okay--should be discussed child to parent. Or if the kid is being too much of a brat and not listening to what the parent has to say (like I was I bet!) then I guess the kid should be told that its too old for them outright. We never had this problem (outside of the case of Hitman).

For an xbox live membership to be valid for a user under the age of 18, the parent has to give their password-protected consent and use a valid credit card. This agreement explains that xbox live is not responsible for anything that occurs online. Because the parents are entering into this agreement, all those scenes of mothers saying "it's not safe" just reflect on their own households...of course its not safe living with a timebomb parent who lets their children share personal information online.

Finally and most importantly, for children under eighteen, the default settings for the xbox live membership are entirely parental-locked. In order to chat with someone online the paretns have to remove a lock. In order to send or receive messages from non-friends, the parent has to remove another lock. In order to even accept or send a friend request, the parent has to consent to it or remove another lock. Literally everything a child does on xbox live is parent-protected as the default settings. A parent actually has to go through the arduous task of disabling these things in order for these things to take place.

As a result, the fact that all these creepy adults are trying to find creepy kids just shows that their parents are not putting up the appropriate settings. On my brother's xbox it is literally impossible to hear what your teammates are saying because that lock hasn't been removed. The thought that any responsibility at all lies with xbox live or online gaming is pure poppycock and shouldn't even be tendered for a moment.

Xbox does a great job of protecting its children clientele, its time that parents start doing the same.

Oh yeah, and the sexbox joke? That was funny about seven years ago...get with the times. And that joke about older guys pretending to be kids? The largest faction of gamers by about 40% is the 25-35 year old crowd. Its the kids that are pretending to be adults.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Groundhog Day 2010

So the verdict is in for this year: winter will be another six weeks long! That is, depending on your sources...Turns out Punxatawney Phil isn't the only groundhog--but one of many. Rather he is the original among scores of posers including Buckeye Chuck, Staten Island Chuck, Jimmy the Groundhog, and General Lee Groundhog. Turns out there are a lot of states that have poser groundhogs that each failed to see their shadow. Don't fall into their web of lies, these groundhogs bear nothing but deceit and malcontent. We all know that there can be only one--and Phil's less popular cronies just don't hack it.

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Having an Epica time

In college you can kind of just tell who all the REALLY lame people are based on how often they jump at the opportunity to talk about their awesome drinking skills and their lame stories about them and their heretofore nameless friends. THAT is a fact of life, you know it to be true! These kinds of people are so convinced that they are awesome that they will spread it to the world, whether or not we want to hear it at all.

It really gets quite annoying that every time I go into work at RenXchange, my telemarketing job, I am immediately met with scores of lame nerds (remember, I'm a nerd too, but at least I don't play Warcraft and talk about the internet and forums all the time right? Doesn't that count for something?) who, in a desperate attempt to feel cool, talk about nothing but how awesome they are at going to parties and drinking and doing all sorts of shenanigans. Don't get me wrong, parties are fun and all but it's just proof of your own boring life if you have top dwell on these things long enough after the fact to have to explain that there was no snow on the ground when they took place--some crucial piece of information when you're describing that beach bikini party that clearly didn't happen in the past 3 months what with all frostbite and whatnot.

Basically, next time you want to tell me how many beers you drank this past weekend, save it for someone who cares, if you think I want to hear it, then don't hold your breath.

Oh yeah, and noone on facebook cares about you finding your lonely cows on farmville.
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The Epica concert was, to say the least, epic. Too bad I left my camera, there were plenty of fellows there taking pictures! Maybe 70% of the people in attendance were huge nerds--when the band's cover of the Imperial March from Star Wars played, the entireity of the Worcester Palladium was thrown into a high state of chaos.

I finished my first Creative Writing assignment for realsies today ("Poor Little Lambs")--accessible via Tom and my writing blog "Some Form of Singularity". Or you could drop me a line and I'll send a copy! ;)

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Dungeons and Nothing Else

It takes a lot to surprise me--mainly because I'm used to thinking of crazy things to begin with, so little can touch me there (but that's a digression for some other day). However, when I read that Dungeons and Dragons was made illegal in prison I was taken aback. I mean, sure this sounds weird from someone who has never played the game--nor even ever picked up a many-sided dice, but I honestly think that every moment an inmate doesn't spend sodomizing or "shiving" a fellow is a good one--and what better way to occupy one's time than with a game that literally takes forever to complete? I mean, look at the picture and tell me how destructive this is:


I mean, yeah it promotes escapism and whatnot--but I think that's exactly what the inmates need, an escape from their daily lives. Don't get me wrong, it's hard to sympathize with a guy who has literally sledgehammered a man to death to earn his life sentence, but come on--make it legal...or at least make it legal for inmates who have earned it on good behavior...like a creepy, creepy relative of parole.

Hell, at least its better than the slow march of time till a lonely death behind bars, right?

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The Start of Something New

School started yesterday--another chance to have a fun semester, which is actually a possibility this time since I have (mostly) easy classes.

Philosophy of Math is exactly what it sounds like--a bunch of poppycock and something that no doubt all the mathematics students will be taking way too seriously. Hopefully they will find my snide remarks about math being nothing but a cute game we play with strict rules to be EXTRA offensive--could make for a few fun times methinks!

Creative Writing is a course where we write short stories--I should be cranking at least one of these out per week this semester so I'll post some of the ones I feel better about!

Writing About Science is going to be quite the chore--our teacher has this idea of us all becoming accomplished writers in order to beef-up HIS resume (he wouldn't stop talking about his prior students and how he made their lives so much better).
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This weekend my partner in crime came down to Troyland, America's armpit. We tore this town down and yes--Legion accepted my free Regal Cinema ticket. Good thing too because it was the worst movie I had ever seen--even blowing out a certain movie I saw with my dad nearly a decade ago...Defintiely see "The Book of Eli" though--that was up there with the Mad Max trilogy in terms of awesome dystopian flicks.

As I think of it, most movies I see with my dad end up sucking...Remember "Reign of Fire"? Yeah, that lot. On the topic of dragon-ey movies, this one looks kind of cute...

"Silcence and Valor"
-B

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Resident Paleontologist: Brontosaurus


It's fairly recently that the term "Brontosaurus" dropped out of use--as recent as the past 20 years (one of the reasons many still use the politically incorrect term--the change was made over the course of my lifetime). These days, the proper name for the Jurassic "Thunder Lizard" is Apatosaurus (latin, Deceptive Lizard). This name is rarely used in popular culture (even Firefox tried to auto-correct the term when I just typed it in to "Brontosaurus"). What happened? Lets take a trip back in time...

Apatosaurus/Brontosaurus was a quadrupedal sauropod that lived in the Jurassic Period. It lumbered on four legs and most likely traveled in herds across plains, constantly in search of food. The old skeletal model for the creature had the legs splayed-out from under it's body, taking a note from reptiles of today such as the komodo dragon. This would mean that the animal would have to stay in lakes or swamps, otherwise it would not be able to support its own weight. Notable modern paleontologists such as Dr. Robert Baker (my personal favorite!) have since changed the model to one where the legs are directly beneath the body. This allows the creature to leave the swamps--and is therefore more consistent with paleontological findings.

The mid-1800's are heralded by some as the golden years of paleontology, and with such big names as Othniel Charles Marsh and Edward Drinker Cope, who is to argue? The two paleontologists had a disagreement over digging rights in a boneyard in New Jersey (Cope accused Marsh of bone-jacking) and eventually decided to have a competition over who could unearth the most new species of dinosaur. You can tell where this is going--each scientist threw out proper procedure and thoroughness in order to get the most dinosaur species "under their belts"; the two would often use incomplete or inaccurate data and that may be the first time I have ever used a semicolon!).

The honors for the first recorded reference to the dinosaur in question go to Marsh, who wrote two paragraphs on the creature's vertebra (and nothing else). Thus Apatosaurus, the "deceptive lizard" was born. In the spirit of the competition, Marsh found the pelvis and vertebrae of what he described as a separate sauropod estimated at 75 feet in length, much larger than the first. This he named Brontosaurus, the "thunder lizard".

By 1905 a complete skeleton of the creature was found and displayed at Yale. The name on the plaque was "Brontosaurus". The "Apatosaurus" skeleton was never completed. As early as 1903 the truth started coming out--the Apatosaurus creature was simply a juvenile Brontosaurus, and Marsh, in his haste to beat Cope, failed to note this. Now, since the name Apatosaurus was coined first, it was established as the official technically correct name for the creature, and Brontosaurus as its synonym.

The growing suspicion about the completed Yale "Brontosaurus" skeleton was that the skull was incorrect. In the 1970's the true skull was found and the other, misplaced skull was identified as belonging to a Camarasaurus. Scientists began pushing for the technical name Apatosaurus to be used at this point--I guess to cover up the whole headless Brontosaurus mistake.

In the end, both Brontosaurus and Apatosaurus are acceptable terms to describe the same famous sauropod, but the later is the more correct. A near-analog to this would be the case of the guinea pig.

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Best Things at the Movies are Free

After receiving incredulous remarks (remark) about the artist's rendition of the Sonic Unleashed Final Battle, I decided to present some guy on youtube playing through the fight to prove I'm not crazy...the part necessary for seeing "it" in the picture is wrapped up around 0:59, so don't bore yourself to tears on my behalf!

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So I have a free movie ticket from using my REGAL CROWN CLUB card at the theaters enough to earn coupons on items there. It's been lying around for about a month or two now. I have not been able to use it on any movies I have seen in the past forever--whenever I try, the steward there says that the movie in question has been given certain privileges that do not allow the use of free ticket slips or ticket coupons. I think this is most likely because the producers want a more accurate tally of earnings for the title. Usually reserved for the "good" movies. 2012 didn't allow free tickets (which made little sense cause it sucked), and neither did The Squeaquel (which I actually enjoyed).

God I hope Legion ("We are Legion, for we are many"...this bible quote refers to demons, not angels) accepts my free ticket voucher. I do not think there is a single person in the world who could possibly bill this title as a "higher-up" flick that shouldn't accept vouchers. Seriously. Of course I want to see it, but that's because I like watching stupid movies that I know will suck. Actually, if Legion is really really lucky, it might be as good as Prophecy (which actually had to bill itself with the subtitle: "A monster movie" to help audiences figure out what the hell the movie was about).

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Final Hours With My 27-Year-Old


Today I finally beat Sonic Unleashed--a game whose concluding stages took a cumulative 5 hours and 97 extra lives to complete. Included is an artist's dramatization of the final battle, there is Super Sonic and Perfect Dark Gaia. This game was fun, but these stressful final levels toom no less than 6 years off my life expectancy.

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Since I've been finding myself around town waiting for one thing or another, I've been spending an increasingly larger amount of time reading my book "The Extreme Book of Science Fiction". The stories are all entertaining, but range from descent to breathtaking. I think I'm getting a good grasp on the kinds of questions you need to be asking in order to be published as a writer--I have even started drafting these two newer ideas for shorts...probably not the scariest ever, but hopefully good!

Noteworthy: this is the last hour of me having my 27 year old girlfriend!

I made this cute comic the other day--tell me what you think!

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Santa's Got Nothing to Lose

The idea of Santa Clause as a serial killer is not one that I haven't heard of. As a matter of fact, I'd actually be surprised if he wasn't a murderer. Just think--guy who sneaks around giving toys to youngsters by breaking into their houses via the Chimney? It's all just a terror plot to remind us all that we're never safe from him--you'd better not pout, nor cry, cause he sees you when you're sleeping...be good for goodness sake! That's why the movie "Santa's Slay" (<--starring the wrestler Goldberg, movie picture at left) touches me on a level that few other horror movies can--it just plain makes sense--or as much sense as any OTHER flick in the genre could. Ridiculous? What are some of your favorite B-movies?


Josh said that he had a dream where elves came into his room here at DHMC and mopped his floor. He gets moved to the Boston area either tomorrow or the following day so he had better be ready for phase 2 of his recovery adventure! As it were I think his rehab center is right nearby the bus station that I arrive at when visiting my Sarah so surely I could stop in to see him every once in a while!

In the world of Sarah news, we were able to finally view "Nothing to Lose" on a sweet hotel TV/DVD/VHS player combo. Turns out I had already seen most of the movie on TBS or one of those stations that only show crap these days.

Planning on buying a DVR this week so I can finally burn DVD's of my TV shows and stuff--too often have I missed my chances to forever snag my favorite episodes on the Chiller Channel, and I still have no clue how "Witchboard" ends...

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Dante's Illiteracy


Knowing that my audience is of the kind that would probably not know of this turn of events, I should start by relating to you the big news...Remember that boring old poem by Dante? Well Electronic Arts is publishing a videogame based ever so loosely on the epic tale of Dante and Virgil's journey through Hell. How loosely? Well lets just admit that a game where you traipse around hell making pointed political comments would sell exactly zero copies. The premise of the game is that your lover has been taken by Satan and you, as "Dante" steal Death's scythe and fight your way through hell to save her. The game has nine formal levels--each based on a "circle of hell" from the poem--and the climax takes place in the battle against Lucifer himself in the frozen wasteland of the ninth circle. The parts of Brutus, Cassius, and Judas Iscariot were obviously cut from the game and will not be appearing in Satan's mouths.

That part is fine, that part makes sense--and hey, yeah it's a pretty loose take on a classic but if that's what gets the kids excited about literacy then sure! Turns out that they are releasing a novelization of the game based on the poem to be released with it...That's like third order creative rights, this thing is getting a little out of hand just like a perverse game of "Whisper Down the Alley". Reminds me of the episode of "Cheers" where Frasier is trying to get the people at the bar more cultured by reading them "War and Peace" while throwing in interesting portions like motorcycle chases and helicopter battles.

Whatever gets the kids to read though right?

I guess tsathoggua, member of kotaku.com, gets the idea right, saying that as long as they don't alter the poem to make it fit their twisted rendition of it, it's fine:

"I wounded struggled my footing to find,
Struck in the back by an infidel's blade,
And 'twixt the shadows spoke Death thus to me:

"Thy time hath come, poet-turned-Crusader."
Such an injustice I could not endure,
For live on I must in flesh and not shade.

To that baleful Shade I then spoke these words:
"Bitch, down you shall go to that hellish place,
For not yet will I taste your shadowed blade."

And in fight quite fierce and quite Greek-inspired,
Death himself did fall to my mortal sword.
And his scythe I took, 'cause it was bitchin'.
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I found a website today where you can play the original frogger game for free online. I made it to level 4, but then died instantly each life on the second row of cars--that part is impossible! If any of you beat me there--even if you just make it to the pond and die let me know!

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Friday, January 15, 2010

Froggin it Up!

I never read the paper--FACT. There is just never anything worthwhile in that mess...This makes what I am about to tell you pretty noteworthy. As I was leaving the "gym" today (or at least that makeshift mess at Bodytech :P), an article in the Rutland Tribune caught my eye...yes, of all papers I could have started reading I chose the one with the least worthwhile news coverage (okay, to be more blunt, the Rutland Herald is to the Rutland Tribune as Steak is to Bologna, and the same could be said of USA Today and the Rutland Herald. The Tribune is for old hippies--FACT). There was an article for a Rutland Teen being in a car accident...my first thought was Josh but apparently ANOTHER kid crashed his vehicle this time and was injured. Guess what he was driving? A 2006 Chevrolet Cobalt. Sensing a trend here? This clearly points to the Chevy Cobalt being cursed by either a Gypsy Sorceress or Tribal Witchdoctor. You have been warned.

My dad found the luxury of watching movies online...given an infinite well of movies he first chose Mothra, AstroZombies, and Jason and the Argonauts...needless to say I was not surprised...also not impressed. Then we found ourselves trying to remember the title of that movie where the African tribe captures the man, strips him, sets him free in the wild, then hunts him down. By googling the string: movie where man is stripped and hunted by Africans, the proper title was found. This is one of the best movies ever, so take heed!

I guess this part is mostly for Josh, but here's a video of one of my favorite games--the remake of "Frogger"! Josh and I used to play for hours on the computer--even in 2-player by sharing the keyboard! LOADS of fun! The theme for "Scorching Switches" (the first machine level song) is constantly playing in my head even to this day! My favorite zone is definitely the Cloud Zone with Loony Balloneys, but remember the bat zone where you have to eat lightning bugs to keep the screen from being dark? I'm sure Josh will if he watches the videos on youtube!

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Some People Are Just Crazy...


They say that a girl can tell if she's going to ever have sex with a guy within the first ten minutes of meeting him. I personally think thats a load of bull, but maybe we can learn a more general lesson from this. Can you actually find out certain intricate things about a person from just seeing them? A million times, yes! Prime example: Today I was driving home from dropping the youngsters off at school when I saw the most ridiculous sight. So there on Route 4-A was a whiskey-tango S.O.B., but not a normal one, a super-crazy one, more than usual. He was wearing shorts and a trench coat peddling his bicycle with training wheels...in the large pockets of his trench coat he had kittens. I think I found the craziest man in the world.

Astrobiology is mainly a field for crazy people--and, going by the "Ben Scaralia rule of Generalization" sampled above, you can basically take your pick of scientists in the field and call them a crackpot with basically perfect accuracy. This is because most people who JOIN the field in the first place do so in order to contact the aliens. These are the kinds of people who think that SETI is a worthwhile project (that one where the radio signals are sent out to contact the smart aliens). These are the kind of people who are expecting Contact.

Tangent time--I personally think Contact was one of the worst movies I have ever seen...I mean come on, the first facility is destroyed by terrorists and they just happened to be making a secret identical facility at the same time? That is THE cheapest plot device I have ever seen, and I've seen Signs...that's saying something...and then as our big climax, the experiment is all just a dream? Fuck you Robert Zemeckis!

Back on topic, I met an Astrobiologist of the typical kind this summer. Her favorite movie was Contact, she was into intelligent Extraterrestrial life, and thought SETI was one of the best ideas ever. Astrobiologists like this give a bad image to the more respectable portions of the science--the search for biotic and prebiotic compounds and possible habitable extrasolar planets. Astrobiology should be called Cosmobiology and is formally the study of the origins and evolution of life here on Earth AND elsewhere in the universe.

The reason I was thinking about this is cause her idol was Carl Sagan...and I saw this funny comic today...yes its an xkcd...but trust me, there ARE about 3-4 funny ones amidst his sad collection of computation jokes.

Done for now--take care!

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

White People Like Booty

Today I started reading my science fiction compilation book. I finished the first of the nineteen stories that make it up--a 10 page short called "Anomalies" by Gregory Benford. By all means it wasn't a bad story, but it left something to be desired. It was the kind of story that you read and forget--one that tells a story to the outermost layers of your consciousness, requiring little reflection and lacking in any real substance that would make an audience applaud. I got to thinking--and I decided that if this guy can be published then why not me? Surely this can't be the craziest idea in the world!

Tonight is my night to cook for the youngsters (Mara and Leah). Leah is in the other room wearing her scarf...indoors...which only reminds me of Stuff White People Like (one of my favorite websites), which includes "wearing scarves (at inappropriate times)". This is odd because while most of the entries on the site are right on target, its only Mara who is typical from my family. Back on topic: I'm cooking tortellini alfredo.

Continuing down their path of treachery and lies, women have started donning the Booty Pop...first padded bras and now padded panties...FINALLY! I guess I was pretty fed up with normal sized butts and its about time that this was made. There's really no reason for any girl not to own one of these and its hard to believe that our society has limped on for so long without it. /sarcasm

Not much else to say today--have a good one!

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

SPECIAL: Review-- Sonic Unleashed

“It's Sonic the Freakhog!”

When an old friend drops in to say hi, it is not uncommon to hear things like “Oh you haven’t changed a bit” or “you’re just as I remember you”. In most cases this is meant to be a compliment—and is generally taken as such. An old friend of the Sonic titles would have to say this with fingers crossed as the jump to the third dimension was less kind on the Blue hedgehog. Sure there were some close misses—Sonic Adventure 2 was nearly perfect, but since then there’s been one after another mediocre title to ruin the trend.

Sonic Unleashed marks the beginning of the franchise’s return to glory while simultaneously condemning it to mediocrity. The game opens with Sonic being inexplicably turned into a “werehog” that turns part wolf at nighttime to wreck havoc with its huge claws and stretchy, rubbery arms.

The daytime stages are the traditional fast dashes through linear settings complete with loops and spirals—and are exactly what a 3D Sonic game SHOULD play like—the controls are smooth and the addition of “quickstep” buttons which allow Sonic to make a quick sidestep left or right, something that really brings the whole ordeal together—and makes the 3D gameplay just seem right.



Now, since this is a Sonic title it is expected that players will spend countless hours frustrated to the point of tears trying to successfully beat a single level—which normally boils down to a single nearly impossible jump or series of jumps—Sonic Unleashed is no exception here. But as it turns out most of these ultra-frustrating portions are in the optional “extra” levels not required to beat the game. Only the players with great patience (or time like me) should play the game to 100% completion.

I have heard complaints about the games “linearity” and the fact that portions of the game are performed without real input, but I would like to strike comments like these down right off the bat by pointing out that the primary objective of the sonic titles has always been “proceed to the right”.

The boss battles are well-choreographed. The only way to quite get how fun they are would be to play the game. Here is my favorite, played through by “Overhazard”.

Now, sure the daytime levels are both fun and well-designed, but eventually the sun falls and the gameplay changes completely. As Sonic the Werehog, players use strength, slick jumping, and grabbing abilities to fight scores of darkling baddies, negotiate skinny tightropes, and meander through jumping puzzles. These levels are repetitive and vastly similar and all follow the same formula—a series of big brawls with enemies which find players mashing the same buttons to attack, a smaller “move the blocks” puzzle, and a big jumping puzzle which can range from pretty easy to nearly impossible.

However, to be completely honest I didn’t hate these portions of the game—they brought a fun twist to the title, and were just the cure for the jitters I got from the adrenaline after the speedy daytime levels.

Accessing these stages requires traversing a sprawling Hub world split into different “countries” each with its own style and characters. I honestly didn’t hate this part either. Barring the large amount of loading screens necessary in traveling from one country to another, I never felt that this took away from the gaming experience.

After beating the first Act of a stage, challenge trials open up where players compete in that same Act with extra objectives or stipulations that make it more difficult. These tend to get repetitive, but with some tweaking it could have been a viable feature.

All of these, the werehog levels, the hub world, the frustrating extra levels, the challenge trials are all individually fine, but when added together, create something much greater than their sum. The result is a general feeling of dissatisfaction and frustration. Players will recognize that they are enjoying the game, but these ill feelings will also persist—and only the quickest will realize that while individually these things are fine, when put together, they tend to ruin the experience. If only one or two of these were changed (or simplified or removed) the game would be absolutely amazing.

As a final conclusion, Sonic Unleashed is a wonderful title at times. The daytime stages play exactly as a 3D Sonic game should. The Nighttime stages, while enjoyable, are repetitive and frustrating at times. The only thing keeping this game from an excellent rating would be the amount of annoying repetitions you will have to make to play the title to its fullest. Namely, if Sega had just changed one or two things like fixing up the challenge section and giving more variety to the werehog portions this would be a perfect 10.


VERDICT: I gave this game 7/10. This is an amazing game that is plagued by repetition and a lack of variety in the werehog portions. I recommend it to anyone who thinks that Sonic can’t get along in three dimensions…just don’t expect it to be getting any game of the year awards.



Sonic’s transformation…way comical…

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Breaking Habits

Today is the day I tore down the walls—the day I broke free of my chains to see all that has been passing me by throughout the years. I've done my best to manicure out of my consciousness the lion's share of superstitions, some of which literally concern lions.

I no longer believe that walking to the toilet in the correct number of steps is a crucial facet of existence—nor also that being in the same room as the flushing toilet released the monsters from the darkness void of darkness (don’t even pretend that you weren’t scared of this as a kid!).

I was never really able to defeat the notion that we are, all of us, attached to an overarching mystical machine which choreographs our lives according to a set of inscrutable laws which define a heretofore undiscovered school of psychic physics.

Today I received my communion at church in the hand rather than directly on the tongue—something about flu season and the wrath of the pig virus. Of course I felt dirty for no less than an hour, but the universe was not put asunder, and that vengeful mystical machine that connects all living things to my quirky habits did not act. This was a relief.

So, I'm getting better. In general. But there's really no way else to express it: I believe in ghosts.

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In the olden days we would rub Josh's head for good luck...unfortunately it looks like since his is broken currently, the Patriots will be losing their first playoff game--and against the Ravens no less. Basically, what I'm saying, Josh, is that its all your fault.

For your viewing pleasure: Is it a Good Idea to Microwave This?

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Searching for the "Hoth-Childs"

My hypercold spread to my eyes two days ago giving symptoms much like pink eye. However it was clearly NOT this disease since as I remember I haven’t had anyone fart in my face recently. Its getting better, trust me, but I’m around the Josh for the weekend so I’m restricted to wearing a SARS mask, a nice, hot, sweaty SARS mask…never thought my face could feel so much like a sweaty butt.

We were moved to the “Pig Room” here at the Ronald McDonald House. The wall paper is plaid with pigs painted sporadically amongst it. The bedspreads are pig themed, but luckily my cot has a sweet Power Rangers blanket so not all is bad in the world!

Last night I had a dream of the most bewildering sort. I was meeting up with a high school acquaintance (with whom I haven’t even talked in the past three years) to do a project for school (yeah, clueless here too), but all she would talk about was her recent trip to the beach. She just kept going on and on about how, while she was there, she befriended a family of strange happy, frolicking creatures she called “Hoth-Childs” (“Hoth-Children”?). My family went to the beach in search of the Hoth-Childs but failed to see a single one, setting ourselves instead on the task of enjoying ourselves in the waves. Josh showed up talking, walking around and generally in good spirits. This bewildered us all and we reminded him that he was in the hospital and he said, “Oh yeah that’s right” and collapsed. I guess the moral of this story is that whether you thing you can or can’t do something, you’re right…and also to never trust that Erica Hodulik character, who can apparently weave a crazy tall tale about beach creatures.

Josh will be doing rehab at, of all places, a rehab center! We don’t know where yet, but that’s just as well because he needs more healing for now. What we do know is that it will be at a hospital and that he will be there doing work on strengthening his mind again—therefore by definition it’s a mental hospital, right? Mara decided that he will make some new psychotic friends while he’s there, probably named “Bludge (the leader)”, “Jib-Jib (who goes by his nickname “Psycho”)”, “Peggy (their token girl)” and “Tomali (their token black friend)” and they’ll all be trying to hatch plans to escape together. Since this is an action movie some will have to die—who do you think?

A long time ago, I figured out what would happen if my family was caught in a swamp with a bunch of zombies or an alien invasion or axe-wielding fiend. According to the movies, I would die first because I’m the stupid fun-loving frat boy who doesn’t believe that something’s gone wrong. Next, the salty war veteran/survival guy always dies by being overwhelmed or by a zombie busting through the floorboards, causing the group to split apart. That’s why my dad would die second. Since the group is broken up now, some lone character keeps on running and running off by herself and almost makes it out but then gets mauled…that’s when Mara gets eaten. Leah is the smarty pants of the family, so she will then “figure it out”—the puzzle that is—how to escape alive…then either just before or just after she tells everyone she will be eaten. That leaves a boy and a girl—who are always the lone survivors of a zombie invasion. Josh and Mom, since they are completely average without any notable characteristics will be the lone survivors of this thought experiment.

In a marginally related vein, elow are two awesome De-inspirational posters of Zombies:



I got to see my Sarah today! After eating at a sweet brewery (some say "Oh its just Pub food" but I could live on Pub food, its my favorite kind!) we went shopping at Borders where I found out that my girlfriend wants everything in the world but doesn't allow me to get her anything when we're out (barring adorable sheeps named Baa-bara in Lake George)...we'll see how long THAT lasts (hahaha, zing)!

Current Ben-Projects include but are not limited to: a full review of the game “Sonic Unleashed”, a list of the top 10 hardest videogame “bosses” I’ve beaten (huge gamer, I know, lame!), several Sarah’s birthday projects (I know you're reading this--and you're just going to have to deal with me doting on you!), and a birthday present for JoshyWashy’s Birthday (cause he deserves something really sweet right fellas?). My FAVORITE boss battle isactually an easy question--it isn’t even a battle actually—it’s the Race against Metal Sonic in Round 6 of “Sonic CD”.

Tired now--more to come tomorrow!

"Silence and Valor"
-B

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Ben vs. The EGGmobile

As I am writing this beast up, Leah is in the other room watching this sweet gameshow on Nickelodeon called Brain Surge. It hearkens back to the glory days of Nick back in the 90's. Game shows were extra kooky, people would be slimed for no reason and the first prize was always moon shoes. This one actually reminds me of the same--for all the above reasons (although the first prize here is a sweet high-tech scooter...almost as cool as the moon shoes).

Everyone has these certain perceptions of themselves. Imaginations, I guess you would call them...fantasies. My metaphysics teacher--Dr. Jim Fahey talks about being a conscious person as being an actor in a play. Self-Consciousness on the other hand is like being an actor in a play but being able to envision yourself on stage as an observer in the audience. It requires being aware of oneself. This is the gift of self-consciousness--the ability to have an idea of yourself--if even far-fetched! These self-perceptions make people seem a lot cooler in their minds than they really are. I guess the kids with the best imaginations evolve into these people...And everyone--myself included--has this cool not-quite alter ego, but this idea of who they wish they were. Personally I always kind of wanted to be the huge, tough guy, which, for someone short like me only serves to make me more of a grumpy-looking leprechaun!

When I travel I like to play games with myself (not dirty ones you perverts) wherein I make up a character to pretend I am for the day. For example, at airports, bus trips, etc. where I may or may not end up talking to complete strangers I make up new situations and stuff and act my way through them. Yes I may be crazy, but don't even pretend that this doesn't sound like fun.

Today I remembered my only car accident--not even an accident, a fender bender. The other vehicle was a family friend who had pulled into our driveway and parked behind my mom's suburban. The lady was driving a suburban of her own--I call it the EGGmobile because the first three characters of the license plate are EGG. I don't know how I managed to back up into it--its a freaking suburban just sitting there in the driveway. It MUST have had some super top secret experimental active camouflage.

The word from DHMC is that Josh has been outfitted with a sweet helmet to protect him for when he starts walking around (this is on the DL though, shhhh! ;) ). Hopefully its awesome and powerrangers-ey, or perhaps made of steel so he could be a superhero that headbutts criminals who he fights at nights while the hospital staff is out. THAT will be my next comic methinks!

Workouts have been gettign increasingly more difficult due to my sickness. I'm doing a rest-pause routine wherein I do maybe 3 sets with a weight that I can do around 10 reps with--I do as many as I an until I fail, wait 20 seconds, do as many as I can again (maybe 5) and then 20 more seconds, and do it again for about 2. That is one set. The first phase of the set I can do okay but then I get way fatigued due to the hypercold Sarah gave me (jerk!) and I start doing poor for phases two and three.



At the very beginning of 2012 there is a scene with a solar neutrino experiment where the solution boils. Explanation: the sun ejects large amounts of particles called neutrinos each second due to fusion reactions. These neutrinos are so small and fast moving that their path length (the average length that they travel before interacting with something) is dependent on how dense the material they travel through is (for obvious reasons). If these neutrinos were traveling through a medium as dense as the sun's core, their path length would be 3 light years or 3.1038479*10^(14) football fields. In order to detect these neutrinos in earth, a vat of chlorine solution is held deep within the earth free from outside influences. Whenever a neutrino reacts with the solution, a chlorine atom transforms into a radioactive isotope of Argon so measuring the amount of Argon present in the solution after time tells you the change in the rate of neutrino reactions. However, due to the huge path length of the neutrinos, the experiment will result in only one or two reactions per month under normal conditions. In 2012, the neutrino detection chamber's chlorine solution is seen to be boiling. The actors explain that this is because there are so many neutrinos being emitted that the solution is reacting violently. I want everyone to know how ridiculous this is--only if the entire mass of the sun were made into neutrinos instantly and shot into that detector would something like that occur. Furthermore, if that many neutrinos were being emitted and reacting, wouldn't these cosmic rays have already fried all life on the planet? I'm pretty sure that the cosmic rays that that feigned experiment call for would have already burned Earth to a crisp. That's not the only scientific problem I had with the movie too...

Trust me, if you know any science, the movie will not be enjoyable.

I found this cool though--here's a video of a guy from IGN picking on Final Fantasy. I've been trying to say this for years!

Stay sunny dudes! And pardon me for the sciencey tangent.

"Silence and Valor"
-B