Thursday, February 12, 2009

A conversation with max

Rafi: Hey max, hypothetical question.
Max: Shoot.
Rafi: So, what would you do if I told you "Man, my girlfriend sucks at street figther, I don't know if I can be with her" and like, I've been with her for a while.  What would you do if I said that?
Max: I would probably disown you as a friend.
Rafi: Nice
Rafi: I'm going to go blog about that.

High fives ensue.

Inspired from this: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Atdaqu4XWNYOBeWjL_dndgsjzKIX;_ylv=3?qid=20081213183126AAqc1Tc

Dear 5 hour energy, piss off

Dear 5 hour energy.

I don't care.  I don't care that you give 5 strait hours of energy, I don't care if you do not have a crash afterwards, i do not care if you have less sugar, less carbs, or are good fore me.  And I certainly do not care about your goddamn commercials.






In addition, who the fuck is Braylon Edwards?  I don't drink energy drinks for the energy.  Lord no.  I drink them for the taste, and because they make me feel silly.  I drink them because I normally have rushes of inspiration, and a push of willpower.  I feel like kicking walls, and energy drinks are always closely followed by a nights worth of good sleep, ironically enough, because of the crash.

So fuck you 5 hour energy, and fuck all of your spin off products, because if I wanted a healthy alternative I'd drink odwalla.

Seriously.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Scribefire second test

attempting ubiquity test with scribe fire...

rye


http://tinyurl.com/5lf7n7

megaman




Scribfire test...

Testing scribe fire...


Sunday, February 08, 2009

Responsibilty in Media 02

http://kotaku.com/5145182/the-secret-language-of-world-of-warcraft

So, I'm honestly not sure which of the two i should comment on, the kotaku post (Kotaku being a hardcore gamer blog) or the ladies news report.  Honestly? Their both biased as hell.

Lets start with the NBC report.  First off, this isn't even news.  The lady is reporting on World of Warcraft speech (WoW) which, I'm pretty damn sure is just slang, not news.  News is like...Black President now elected, or bombs dropped on American City, Thousands dying, but the news today is gamers have a "Secret Society" where they have their own "Secret Language".  Load of crap, really, but lets move beside that point.

This article manages to skim over a couple of minor points as to what specific words mean, and what their significance is to the culture, but the piece seems to half heartedly educate where it could cover good points.  The point of the news presentation isn't news to begin with either.  It seems almost like a curious highschool girls giggle fest over an outsiders culture.  "ohh, they say kek instead of lol, ohmigawd thats so weird hahaha".  Smirth would wag his index finger.  Bad reporter, no cookie.

Moving on, we then have the opposing piece, the one written by Kotaku.  He tries to sound reasonable, but the article also skims the surface.  He makes the same points i do.  The article is not informitive, its not strong, and its shallow.  But the blog poster comments on precisley what the wow player was saying, translating the WoW speak.  I feel like he's adding flame to the fire just by translating and re-writing what the man has said.

Really, WoW speak is a way for the anti-social to put up more walls and barriers.  As a gamer, I find WoW speak to be horrid.  Whenever i'm at a dinner table and someone brings up WoW, everyone their who plays breaks into a conversation about the latest path, scrambling the conversation up with this language.  The report shouldn't be on the translation of the language, but about the community and culture, the diversity of it, and what the language does to break up average conversations.

Maybe im just too hopeful, maybe I'm just bitter of the pieces of my time that have been destroyed by the bull-crap of WoW speak.  Regardless, thiers something lost in a conversation every time someone pulls up WoW.  Its just a downer, really.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

I'm afraid of internet people.

I am afraid of internet people.

I am afraid of the people that are playing mmo's with me.  The people who are on my team on live.  The people i fight against in left4dead.  I am afraid of forum posters, the people who comment in blogs, online avatars and icons.  I'm afraid of messageboards, and ventrillo.  I'm afraid of twitter people who follow me without me following them, and I'm afraid of annonymous messages on AIM.

I am afraid of internet people, but god do I love the internet.

I think theres an explanation for it.  I'm almost certain their is, if you were to know me when i was 10-14 most of my time was online.  I played Gaia, Nexus, and Quiz Quiz.  I posted on forums, I met people at cons and kept talking to them in person.  I made little pieces in RM2K for others to use, I followed message boards, I posted all the time.  I was friends with the moderators, I E-mailed the webcomic makers, I IM'd messageboard members and even called some of them up, trusting them enough to give them my phone number and get mine in return.  Everything was cool, or OK back then.  They were people.

Now adays, shits a little different.  I don't trust anyone online.  I constantly change my aim name, so only people who know me and talk to me regularly know my aim name.  I jump E-mail addresses, I change services constantly, I move accounts or make new ones, so that when i lurk I lurk annonymously.  I use bugmenot on deviantart so I can see "Mature" pieces, I block AIM bots, and constantly de-friends people on facebook.  And when you compare how silent I am on the internet to how loud I am in the real world, it doesn't make sense.

To those who know me, you can see why I'm writing on this.  I check my RSS feeds literarly 4 times a day.  I love being the center of attention, i make on campus get togethers, I start up tons of conversations.  When im in the cafeteria, i literally string together 3 or 4 tables, just so all of my friends can sit together.  why the hell would I be afraid of internet people?

It makes sense, to me, when I think about the internet and my past relationship with it.  It's a time waster.  Sure, you can connect, you can socialize, you can meet and greet and connect and be a part of something bigger then you.  But I've had some less then stellar things happen online, none of which Im happy about.

I've had online girlfriends, thats confession number one.  I've been "Bullied online", is confession number two, and I've once chosen my online friends over my real world ones.  Let me explain each instance.

1. I've had online girlfriends.  Yeah, akward, I know, but consider this.  I was a fat kid, a loser, and an outcast in highschool.  No one liked me out of my direct circle of friends, no girl in the school would look at me twice, and no one of the opposite gender spoke with me for more then an hour without planting me firmly in the "Friend Zone".  I was akward, confrontational, pissy, moody and angry.  So inorder for me to find someone, anyone who would spend time with me, I turned to (guess where).  My akwardness was removed when i was online.  Suddenly I could be whoever I wanted.  I got to act out all of my romantic fantasies, playing a knight in shining armor to a girl who exsisted somewhere in NH, or Washington, or  Boston.  Somewhere, far far away from where I lived, and I would never see her face if it wasn't magnified, pixelated and digitalized but I could read her thoughts when she typed them out to me.  I would comfort her when she came back from school, and she'd be interested in the things I'd have to say.  And when one got akward, uninteresting or bothersome, I'd go back online and just meet another girl.  I had girlfriends for multiple months, their names were spins off of anime characters or roleplayed counterparts, but despite the lack of physicality, she seemed to have an invisible touch (yeah).  I'll dive deeper into this with number 3.

2. I've been online bullied.  Like I said, I was an akward, angry, unsociable guy in highschool.  My friends all played DnD with me, and while I ws a dork, I was still loud.  I was vocal in classes, I tried to have fun and where I could, and I still knew almost everyone.  All of that stuff still held true about me, but people didn't like me.  And they wanted me to know.  Regularly, people would IM me, and tell me that none of my friends liked me.  It didn't matter who my friends were.  I'd meet people in other districts, counties and schools, and somehow, some where, someone knew I had new friends, and they didn't want me to keep them.  They'd IM me, telling me they were secretly being my friendss, that they hated me, that they didn't really like my company.  And in the end, they'd always tell me to go kill myself.  This happened often, maybe once every 2 or 3 months.  Eventually, I went into the AIM settings and made it so that no one could IM me without me having their AIM name on my buddylist.  I needed to create a literal barrier of entry before you could talk to me online, because people in my highschool seriously wanted me to go jump off a bridge or go shoot myself.  Sometimes I wonder about people, and what could push someone to tell another human being "Go Die".  I have to stop thinking about it, it really just makes me depressed.

3.  I often left real world friends for online ones.  My online friends were perfect, my real world ones were flawed, just as akward as I was, and weren't female.  All things considered, it made sense.  My real world friends were akward doods, my online friends were either just as super cool and into manga as I was, or supposedly cute interesting girls who loved me just as much as their favorite comic book bishonen.  They "Loved me", in a way people in the real world couldn't, and that I needed more then I tought I needed my real friends.  Man, was I wrong.

Turns out that all I needed to kick the habbit of my online addiction was get a job.  The horrors of the real world needed to be faced, so I faced them, and now I can't go back to my escape.  infact, I'm afraid of my old escape, ot the point where I can't join any kind of online community.  I can't post on destructoid, comment on Digg items, or even talk on the champlain messageboards.  I'm too afraid.  Much too afraid, and I don't know what to do about it.

I can't play mmo's, I can't post online, I can't even talk to people on the internet without having made real contact with them in the real world.  I'm paranoid, I'm scared, and I wonder if this is the name of some kind of mental illness.

Eitherway, its something I thoght I'd scribble in digital stone, just so I can get it off my mind.  Feel free to comment, but know I might not respond ( :-P )

 - Rafi