So I have this idea, and I'm too lazy to patent it, so if anyone ever asks, I'll be all like "yeah, I blogged about that", and I'm sure that will count for something.
The idea is this: The next X-Box controllers should be shaped pretty much the same as the current ones, but should have some sort of mechanism to allow you to detach the left side of the controller from the right side, leaving you with two Wii-esque nunchucks.
Imagine it: You're playing a shoot-em-up, running around and shooting people, and then you get into a close-contact fist fight, whereupon you must switch to nunchuck mode. After boxing until victory or defeat, you must hurry to re-attach the nunchucks and run around shooting again.
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Now playing: Belle & Sebastian - The Rollercoaster Ride
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Ok, so for those of you who are still stuck in the 2000s, here's what the rest of us in 2010 have been doing:
1) Waking up to our personal robot, who serves us breakfast and looks really cool when he walks.
2) Shaving, getting our early-morning news RSS-feeds, and checking e-mail with the help of our interactive touch-screen bathroom mirrors.
3) Teleporting to and from work.
4) Working with our hands.
5) Protecting ourselves from bad guys and gamma rays
We do other cool future stuff, but I can't tell you much more or I will mess up the space-time continuum.
1) Waking up to our personal robot, who serves us breakfast and looks really cool when he walks.
2) Shaving, getting our early-morning news RSS-feeds, and checking e-mail with the help of our interactive touch-screen bathroom mirrors.
3) Teleporting to and from work.
4) Working with our hands.
5) Protecting ourselves from bad guys and gamma rays
We do other cool future stuff, but I can't tell you much more or I will mess up the space-time continuum.
Friday, September 28, 2007
the only cereal i kill is cinnamon toast crunch
Everyone should go watch Dexter. Season 2 starts on Sunday and I just finished the last episode of Season 1. It's about a serial killer (Dexter) who was taught by his cop father how to channel his need for killing into good by killing only people who deserve it. Now Dexter is a cop himself... and also a serial killer.
Monday, September 10, 2007
LM vs DG
I had my first class @ LM today. Thought dump:
DG is more focused on exploring new ideas and creating a very distinct voice whereas LM is more commercialized. DG allows for potty talk & LM doesn't - which is great for learning because it forces you to make funny out of nothing rather than relying on gags. Although ultimately I would want to be able to do both. Sophisticated potty talk, if you will. The class was small. 5 of us. Maybe a little too small, although I think a few more people may be coming next week. Much better than DG's 14 to a class. Another great thing is the simple age factor. DG folks are great and have experience doing improv, but not necessarily a whole lot... and certainly less teaching experience than that. Tommy brings a comfortability and guiding hand that was missing in most of my DG experience. Not to mention we go out drinking after every class. I must begin scenes positively. I must not ask questions that don't further the scene. I must not say anything that doesn't further the scene. I must not become so smart(ass) that I am no longer a part of the scene, but somehow above it to the extent that I bail out on my scene partner/s. I must, when in doubt, go back to the relationship.
Tomorrow it's JP.
DG is more focused on exploring new ideas and creating a very distinct voice whereas LM is more commercialized. DG allows for potty talk & LM doesn't - which is great for learning because it forces you to make funny out of nothing rather than relying on gags. Although ultimately I would want to be able to do both. Sophisticated potty talk, if you will. The class was small. 5 of us. Maybe a little too small, although I think a few more people may be coming next week. Much better than DG's 14 to a class. Another great thing is the simple age factor. DG folks are great and have experience doing improv, but not necessarily a whole lot... and certainly less teaching experience than that. Tommy brings a comfortability and guiding hand that was missing in most of my DG experience. Not to mention we go out drinking after every class. I must begin scenes positively. I must not ask questions that don't further the scene. I must not say anything that doesn't further the scene. I must not become so smart(ass) that I am no longer a part of the scene, but somehow above it to the extent that I bail out on my scene partner/s. I must, when in doubt, go back to the relationship.
Tomorrow it's JP.
mark wahlberg in all his synthetic glory
I just saw Boogie Nights for the first time and I must admit Dirk Diggler is pretty much the most powerful name to ever make blue neon lights explode.
Also, some Drugs are whack!
Also, some Drugs are whack!
damn robots
The robots are at it again. Today, it was a phone call to the Fulton County Tax Commissioner. I am trying to get in touch with these guys so I can renew my license plate registration. I need to change my address in their system so renewal registration forms will come to this address.
Robot: "Please say your license plate number out loud."
Me: "A-F-U-Six-Eight-Six-Six"
Robot: "Let me make sure I have that correct. I-F-U-6-8-6-6. Is this correct?"
Me: "No."
Robot: "Please say your license plate number out loud."
Me: "A-F-U-Six-Eight-Six-Six"
Robot: "Let me make sure I have that correct. A-F-U-6-8-9-6. Is this correct?"
Me: "NO."
Robot: "Please say your license plate number out loud."
Me: "A-F-U-Six-Eight-Six-Six"
Robot: "Let me make sure I have that correct. A-F-U-6-4-6-6. Is this correct?"
Me: "NO! GODDAMMIT!"
Robot: "Please say your license plate number out loud."
Me: "AY-EFF-YOU-SIX-EIGHT-SIX-SIX"
Robot: "Let me make sure I have that correct. A-F-U-6-8-6-6. Is this correct?"
Me: "YES!"
Robot: "Please hold..." (pause) "Your license plate is registered somewhere else. Please call them."
[click]
This robot is not my friend.
Robot: "Please say your license plate number out loud."
Me: "A-F-U-Six-Eight-Six-Six"
Robot: "Let me make sure I have that correct. I-F-U-6-8-6-6. Is this correct?"
Me: "No."
Robot: "Please say your license plate number out loud."
Me: "A-F-U-Six-Eight-Six-Six"
Robot: "Let me make sure I have that correct. A-F-U-6-8-9-6. Is this correct?"
Me: "NO."
Robot: "Please say your license plate number out loud."
Me: "A-F-U-Six-Eight-Six-Six"
Robot: "Let me make sure I have that correct. A-F-U-6-4-6-6. Is this correct?"
Me: "NO! GODDAMMIT!"
Robot: "Please say your license plate number out loud."
Me: "AY-EFF-YOU-SIX-EIGHT-SIX-SIX"
Robot: "Let me make sure I have that correct. A-F-U-6-8-6-6. Is this correct?"
Me: "YES!"
Robot: "Please hold..." (pause) "Your license plate is registered somewhere else. Please call them."
[click]
This robot is not my friend.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
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