Tuesday, October 31, 2006

The world just gets better and better.

Once upon a time there was a man named Jack Thompson.
Jack hated it when people played violent videogames. He didn't want kids to play them, and he was right. Little kids shouldn't play videogames where you kill cops and hookers. Such games are for big people who know the difference between right and wrong.

But Jack took his little videogame anti-violence jihad too far (as people are wont to do when they get excited about something). He fought with game makers and web comic makers. He acted in a silly way.

Anyway, last going off there was a game called Bully that got a lot of people worked up over games again. Jack and people like him heard the title, read that it was set in a school, and immediately panicked. There were attempts to get it banned, so that nobody would have to play this horrid game.

The Entertainment Software Ratings Board gave the game a T for Teen rating.
There were rave reviews.
Turns out that you don't play as a bully. You're the new kid, and you have to kick back against the bullies. Right on.

Oh, and the main character can kiss other boys.


It's seriously lovely. Brilliant.

I allow many people will go nuts over it, but I think it's fantastic. What's the point in having an open-ended, go-anywhere, do-anything game if you're constrained from a basic freedom of choice from the outset? GTA:San Andreas let you go on dates, but only with girls. Fine and good, as the character is portrayed as heterosexual. But allowing you to choose your character's sexual orientation, that's super freedom.

"I'm a totally awesome kisser."

I can't wait to play Bully.


Oh, also, in non-gay news, Katie made some webalbums of stuff from her camera.
She's got one about our apartment, and another one of random scooters in Taiwan.
So fun pictures.

Now fuck off.

Adam out

Thursday, October 12, 2006

I love our Internet Overlords.

I always wanted the internets to be easy to operate.
I did a cybertext theory and practice course at U of T, and part of it was using html to make something. It was a disaster. I am unskilled at hypertext markup language.

I always wanted it to be easy. I didn't want to shag around with stupid crap to have a website and show pictures to my friends.

So what did I do? I got an MSN Group with Hefford and the rest of the b'ys.
That worked great.
You know, except for the part where I only had 200mb of storage, so every time I wanted to upload a new roll of film (Yes, children, roll of film - digital cameras were things that other people had - I always figured they had artificial intelligence and were plotting our overthrow... A-hem...) I had to open a NEW Hotmail account, invite that new account (say, adampics14@hotmail.com) to the website using my manager's account, then go back to the new account, accept, then go back to my manager's account, promote the new account to assistant manager, go back the new account, upload my pictures, then delete the new account.


So then MSN groups shunts our "adult" themed group (which Heffy had titled "adult" because we were probably going to be doing a lot of swearing on it) to WorldGroups. WorldGroups is gross. It's all... well, adult groups. Oh, we also couldn't get access to it because we lost the manager's account password. HAH!

So I got this website.

What am I going on about, at all?

Oh, yes. Then out great and mighty overseers gave me Picasa, which is a fantastic photo-organizing tool. You should go get it, seriously.

But the bloody thing would only let me upload four photos at a time (which explains why I had to show you South Africa in 38 discrete bites).

I prayed to the Gods of the Internets. "Please, internets gods, please, let me put my GODDAMN pictures on teh internets. Please."

And now they let me! YAY! \o/

They have this new thing called something practical, like Web Albums.

Katie and I went camping just outside of Taichung, and we took some pictures. Not many, but some. And I put them here.


SO cool internets.


Adam out