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ben wilson This is the blog of a one Ben Wilson, a Louisville, Kentucky native who enjoys baseball, beer, music, bikes, things that fly and good food. By day he pushes pixels and makes the Internet happen for a local advertising agency. His wife, Kelly is an Ironman, and his baby Amelia is the cutest thing ever.

Hey all! MaxMok (aka Garrett Barkley Spillman) has bought and subsequently reviewed Max Payne, what appears to be the kick-ass game of the year (so far). A hard-ass New York copper with no family (thanks to the Mafia!), with great noir-esque storytelling, a robust and Matrix-esque playing environment. Sounds cool. Anywho, read Gary’s review below
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I bought Max Payne yesterday. Normally, I never buy computer games, much less software of any kind if I can’t help it. In this case – I couldn’t help it.
Basically, Max Payne is John Woo’s wet dream wrapped in a windows-compatible video game.

You play Max – hard-boiled New York cop with a dead wife, dead child, hatred for the mafia that killed them and currently being employed by the DEA as an undercover agent posing as a mob thug in order to bring down a large drug ring.
Oh – did I mention Max, having lost his entire family, has shit to lose and therefore, gives fuck-all about blowing holes in people with high-caliber firearms?

So… Isn’t this like… Soldier of Fortune meets Serpico? Not really.
The game is a 3D, 3rd person shooter. Much like tomb raider however with better camera angles and a hero not built like a brick house.
Furthermore, to distinguish Max Payne from previous shooter games – the game is frighteningly realistic. From the chrome on a car bumper, to the snow falling, to the cracked tiles in the subway, to the bloodstains on your meaty, cop hands – the hardware T&L and the modeling as well as motion-capture are the best I have seen in any PC game to date. I mean, shit looks real – Max looks and moves like you or I would (albeit, a little more angular and much more surly). The endless hordes of mafia thugs, placed in the game for the sole purpose of getting shot multiple times by you even have this air of individuality. The game engine goes as far as to randomly generate the models and textures of the thugs as so its possible that each and every thug has a slight bit of distinction from the last guy you plugged full of lead (providing you have that feature set active in the game options and you openGL hardware can deal with it).

Oh – did I mention the Bulletime ™ ?

Oh yes – this game has Bulletime ™ and its yours to command. You see, the designers of this games are a bunch of Scandinavians – who we know to have frequent and easy access to all kinds of drugs from across the borders in Holland. Take that in account and the fact that these gifted programmers have a penchant for watching lots and lots of Hong Kong action movies and have probably seen the Matrix 23 time already and masturbate to the quarterly Heckler & Koch firearms catalog. Now you may have an idea of what direction this game takes. By the way, this goes without saying but this has to be the most violent game I have ever played.

The game mechanics are easy to understand and take forever to master. The game is broken up into chapters, which are then broken up into episodes. Plot and story are interjected between killing and rampaging though stylized graphic art sketches, giving the game an overall comic/graphic novel appearance. The levels play out just like an action movie. Its easy to imagine Max Payne being translated into a feature film starring Bruce Willis and a shitload of Eurotrash terrorists. The level puzzles are about as oblique as the plot to many an action flick – “Bad guys coming up the stairs, doors are locked, hmmm… I know – I’ll shoot and the window and jump for it! Yeah!” The rest is elementary – ratatatat yo.

The real meat and cheese of this game is of course, the shootouts. As much of an action movie this game emulates, you’d think this would be cake, especially on the introductionary difficulty level. This is not so. Max can only soak up so much damage before he keels over in a spiraling 3D death throe and the difference between a flesh wound and instantaneous death is evident in the games physics. In other words, aim for the head… Because the other guys are aiming for yours.
The best the game gets is of course, the firefights. The first major gun battle of the game takes place in a NYC subway station. In most FPS I’ve played, the formula is simple – walk in, pick off guys or more aptly, run in and dismantle opponents with a blaze of assorted guns and ammo. In the middle of the mayhem, there’s pretty bump-mapped and light-sourced scenery for which to feast your eyes upon. It’s a kind of laid back firefight. This is not at all the case with Max Payne. I made the sad mistake of trying to take in the rich, geourgous and realistic scenes of the dirty substation control room, despite the fact that there’s a horde of bad guys with bad dispositions and itchy trigger fingers. Oh shit – I’m dead already!?

And that’s the frustrating part of this game. Unlike John McClane – you’re not bulletproof and your ass will die… Many, many, many times. Often in the same spot.

This however, I feel is the intended design put forth by the programming team. Each battle is an action set piece. The real game is to figure out how to execute stunts and use Bulletime ™ to keep from getting killed. Let me paint you a gory picture.

I walk up to the door of the substation control room. I open and upon entry, there are six armed thugs waiting in the room. The thugs do not waste time, nor catchy but ultimately bad jokes, they just go for the sawed off shotguns and glocks they be packin’.
I however am armed with two 9mm Barettas, which in HK terms would make me a walking god. In this case, I guess you could see it that way. I hit the Bulletime ™ switch and everything goes all Matrixy as I dive headlong over as desk, firing at anyone in the room. Shots fly out, leaving little slow-mo vortexes behind them. I take a shot in the arm just before I hit the ground and roll. Its pretty easy after I get to my feet, as I dodge multiple rounds from the gangsters. The important thing here is to keep moving. If you stand still, you will surly die. At this point, I am actually, physically screaming, “die motherfuckers, die!” as I Bulletime ™ my way around some poor schmuck while I unload an entire clip into his chest. Keeping with the Hong Kong traditions – ammo is as plentiful as water in this game. I go though 78 rounds in seconds. All 6 gangsters are really, truly and utterly dead. I’m not. Woo haa!

To conclude – this is the best PC game I’ve played all year. If you like gun violence, the Matrix, Dirty Harry and Hong Kong action cinema, just go buy the game today at your local retailer.

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What follows below (clicky on the MORE) is an AIM conversation I had Tuesday night with a mis-directed the Locust fan. Turns out, she’s 15. She likes Weezer, too, but anyway, I digress. At the same time I was having a conversation with Hunter and Najati. It all turned out pretty funny…

Read on for the full transcript

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HunterDixon – best friend, confidant, assistant vice pederass

(01:56:27) BenCorvus: okay
(01:56:30) BenCorvus: are you read for this
(01:56:40) BenCorvus: i got a strange email from “OkayGoHome@aol.com
(01:56:50) BenCorvus: and he/she is on AIM right now
(01:57:02) BenCorvus: oh wow wow umm wow that was the best scare ever wow
(01:57:08) BenCorvus: that’s what i got
(01:57:27) HunterDixon: explain…
(01:57:34) BenCorvus: i don’t get it either
(01:57:46) BenCorvus: i got a weird email, subject “Wow”
(01:57:59) HunterDixon: and?
(01:58:08) HunterDixon: any attachments are anything? viruses?

(02:04:52) HunterDixon: Oh, please let me start AIMing her…
(02:05:09) HunterDixon: (p.s. I found a SuperBen website for you)

(02:15:22) HunterDixon: ask her is she has a picture.
(02:15:25) HunterDixon: offer to cyber.
(02:15:28) HunterDixon: ;-)
(02:16:11) BenCorvus: oh my
(02:16:23) HunterDixon: george takei?
(02:17:42) HunterDixon: tell her that you know someone who looks like Rivers (Aaron).
(02:17:49) BenCorvus: hehe
(02:17:51) BenCorvus: he does
(02:18:03) HunterDixon: and someone who is having sex with that guy because he looks like Rivers even more when she doesn’t wear her glasses (Erin.)
(02:18:28) BenCorvus: oh dear
(02:18:37) HunterDixon: tell her you were in a wedding where “suzanne” was played at the reception.
(02:18:52) HunterDixon: Wait, why the hell are you talking to some 15 yo instead of me?
(02:18:58) HunterDixon: :’(
(02:19:11) BenCorvus: sorry, dawg
(02:19:18) HunterDixon: btw. here is super ben. it’s pretty funny.
(02:19:25) BenCorvus: t’s part of Hellblazer- I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of it or not. Anyway, Warren Ellis (surprise!) wrote the issue (DC not publishing it is actually what led to him stepping down from the series) and Phil Jiminez drew it. I had never read it… great ending page, too.
(02:19:49) HunterDixon: Why are you quoting me?’
(02:19:57) BenCorvus: ooops
(02:19:58) BenCorvus: sorry
(02:20:01) HunterDixon: Or are you merely pointing out how big of a loser I am?
(02:20:54) HunterDixon: Ben’s got a girlfriend…
(02:20:57) BenCorvus: chat with veggiebuddha
(02:21:05) HunterDixon: najati?
(02:21:16) BenCorvus: yeah
(02:21:22) BenCorvus: (02:20:15) veggiebuddha: I guess ‘m not as coo as you new 15 year old girlfriend
(02:21:42) HunterDixon: Yeah, we’re gonna start a support group.
(02:25:40) HunterDixon: Are you cybering yet?
(02:25:52) BenCorvus: (02:21:49) veggiebuddha: so are you cybering yet?
(02:25:55) BenCorvus: no
(02:26:00) BenCorvus: she’s fifteen
(02:26:04) BenCorvus: or is she?
(02:26:26) HunterDixon: najati asked that too?
(02:26:33) BenCorvus: yessir
(02:26:37) HunterDixon: funny…
(02:27:16) HunterDixon: ask her if she has a picture…
(02:27:26) HunterDixon: maybe she has pert niblets!
(02:27:26) BenCorvus: i feel dirty
(02:27:31) HunterDixon: :-*
(02:27:35) HunterDixon: are you naked?
(02:27:41) HunterDixon: or rather, r u nekkid?
(02:28:14) HunterDixon: does she have a homepage?
(02:28:54) BenCorvus:

(02:29:33) BenCorvus: i swear by jeebus, i’ve been had
(02:29:37) HunterDixon: holy fucking shit… that has got to be a set up.
(02:29:48) BenCorvus: (02:29:27) veggiebuddha: lol!!!
(02:29:37) veggiebuddha: bens got a girlfirned bens got a girlfriend

(02:30:03) BenCorvus: oh, this is a definite candidate for a log sifting
(02:30:42) HunterDixon: jesus h. christ, you’ve got to post this… w/comments by me & najati, if they’re funny enough….
(02:31:21) BenCorvus: yessir
(02:31:26) BenCorvus: oh, i’m on it
(02:31:29) BenCorvus: i’ve got ideas
(02:31:56) HunterDixon: man, i tried doing some web searches for this person but my web fu is weak…
(02:32:08) BenCorvus: no
(02:32:14) BenCorvus: there is no info
(02:32:17) BenCorvus: i checked
(02:32:24) HunterDixon: hurm.
(02:32:40) HunterDixon: You should turn the web cam on yourself and write a note to her…
(02:32:48) BenCorvus: on my naked chest
(02:32:54) HunterDixon: in lipstick.
(02:35:50) HunterDixon: Hey, are you “Stanley Kubrick” on Gary’s guestbook?
(02:35:58) BenCorvus: uh
(02:36:01) BenCorvus: canna remember
(02:36:22) HunterDixon: “Goddamnit! Who do you think you are, Terrence Malick? 2 months and NO update. ‘
(02:36:41) BenCorvus: oh
(02:36:42) BenCorvus: yeah
(02:36:44) BenCorvus: that’s me
(02:36:46) BenCorvus: hehe
(02:37:10) HunterDixon: so did she sign off?
(02:37:15) BenCorvus: still t here
(02:37:23) BenCorvus: okaygohome is the screen name
(02:37:36) HunterDixon: yah i know.
(02:37:59) HunterDixon: did she whip out her monstrous cock with a freddy krueger hand at the end of it and fuck you in the ass?
(02:38:07) HunterDixon: did she teabag you with a fury seen only the wwf?
(02:38:18) BenCorvus: no… it was the thermometer
(02:38:28) BenCorvus: (02:38:06) veggiebuddha: ask her if she has family problems
(02:38:15) veggiebuddha: ask her if her daddy beats her
(02:38:22) veggiebuddha: ask her if you can be her new daddy

(02:38:46) HunterDixon: hah! whose your daddy?
(02:39:16) BenCorvus: i’m going to bed
(02:39:47) HunterDixon: whatever, you’re going to pretend to sign off, then come back and cyber like mad with her.
(02:39:50) HunterDixon: admit it…
(02:40:00) HunterDixon: also, a headline on msn.com: why we have earwax.
(02:40:05) HunterDixon: And we’ve reached a new low…

OkayGoHome – 15 year old girl, the Locust fan, Weezer (Pinkerton) Fan.

(01:57:12) BenCorvus: oh wow wow umm wow that was the best scare ever wow
(01:57:19) BenCorvus: what, pray tell, does that mean?
(01:57:45) okaygohome: woah….
(01:57:56) okaygohome: youre not a machine?
(01:58:07) BenCorvus: no
(01:58:18) okaygohome: woah i just
(01:58:23) okaygohome: who are you
(01:58:28) okaygohome: oh
(01:58:43) BenCorvus: i’ll ask the questions here.
(01:58:44) okaygohome: i got scared
(01:58:45) BenCorvus: who are you
(01:58:49) BenCorvus: hehe
(01:58:55) okaygohome: marie
(01:59:02) BenCorvus: Marie?
(01:59:08) okaygohome: but…thats not my real name
(01:59:14) okaygohome: yes marie i guess
(01:59:41) BenCorvus: well, why exactly did you email me?
(02:00:05) okaygohome: cuz i was um…i found a cd and i played it and i got scared and it felt good
(02:00:46) BenCorvus: right.
(02:00:55) BenCorvus: well, how did you get my email address.
(02:01:03) okaygohome: this…place
(02:01:37) okaygohome: this website
(02:01:41) BenCorvus: thelocust.org?
(02:02:06) okaygohome: yeah
(02:02:11) BenCorvus: oh
(02:02:47) okaygohome: so was i not supposed to e mail you
(02:02:51) BenCorvus: no.
(02:02:59) BenCorvus: it’s not like thats a private email address
(02:03:15) BenCorvus: i’m just wondering what your impetus for such a seemingly random and incoherent email was
(02:03:15) okaygohome: youre kind of cockey
(02:03:32) BenCorvus: yeah, and I spell better than you.
(02:03:33) BenCorvus: hehe
(02:03:58) okaygohome: hehe? are you happy or something
(02:04:13) BenCorvus: it’s short-hand for laughing
(02:04:15) BenCorvus: haha
(02:04:16) okaygohome: im 15…i dont need to spell
(02:04:19) BenCorvus: hehe
(02:04:21) BenCorvus: right
(02:04:31) BenCorvus: well, i know i’ve seen OkayGoHome somewhere before
(02:04:41) okaygohome: where?
(02:04:55) BenCorvus: dunno
(02:05:10) BenCorvus: who are you, anyway? where did you find my site from?
(02:05:11) okaygohome: are you old…a/s
(02:05:19) BenCorvus: a/s
(02:05:21) BenCorvus: please
(02:05:25) BenCorvus: that is some shit
(02:05:30) BenCorvus: BEN
(02:05:38) BenCorvus: <-- that being my name
(02:05:42) okaygohome: im 15 f
(02:05:53) BenCorvus: you know any ben’s that are female?
(02:05:59) okaygohome: and and people have called me oi polloi for years
(02:06:06) okaygohome: um, no
(02:06:13) BenCorvus: thelocust.org is chocked full of pics of me, too
(02:06:29) okaygohome: why you
(02:06:48) BenCorvus: because i own the server
(02:06:56) BenCorvus: thelocust is my “handle” if you will
(02:07:04) okaygohome: oh you just own websites ?
(02:07:27) BenCorvus: i registered thelocust.org, and i own the server it sits on
(02:07:40) BenCorvus: so, how did you happen to find my site?
(02:08:08) okaygohome: …researching bands
(02:08:25) BenCorvus: ahh… like TheLocust, eh?
(02:08:57) okaygohome: yeah
(02:09:03) BenCorvus: i don’t actually listen to them, as it turns out
(02:09:04) okaygohome: wrong website huh
(02:09:15) BenCorvus: however, i did get that handle because of them
(02:10:11) BenCorvus: my brother had a “the locust” t-shirt (which i still have) that i wore when i went bowling. you can enter your name at the alley we go to, and i (having ‘the locust’ on the front of the shirt) picked ‘thelocust’, and one thing lead to another
(02:10:18) BenCorvus: i’m a poseur, it’s true
(02:10:49) okaygohome: wow
(02:10:53) okaygohome: how old are you
(02:10:58) BenCorvus: 22
(02:11:24) okaygohome: damn
(02:11:33) okaygohome: and u dont even know who they are
(02:11:35) okaygohome: lol
(02:11:46) BenCorvus: no, i know who they are
(02:11:55) okaygohome: u havent herd them
(02:12:00) okaygohome: im 15 and im cooler than you
(02:12:02) BenCorvus: they played Louisville (where i live) a couple weeks back
(02:12:10) okaygohome: ha
(02:13:18) BenCorvus: and i have heard them
(02:13:29) BenCorvus: and i’m not real fond
(02:13:39) okaygohome: why do u have a site then
(02:13:53) BenCorvus: because that is my hobby
(02:13:57) BenCorvus: and my career
(02:14:01) okaygohome: what do u listen to
(02:14:06) BenCorvus: uh
(02:14:43) BenCorvus: well, at the moment, a little Bluegrass, a lot of punk, the last Outkast record really rocked, too… Chemical Brothers are favorites. Rufus Wainright, too.
(02:14:58) BenCorvus: The Wipers, the Buzzcocks are on my plate
(02:15:22) okaygohome: u like anyone in my prfile?Hobbies: i like music. WEEZER RANCID dropkick murphys less than jake black flag anti flag afi misfits voodo glow skulls sublime nofx vandals hippos the get up kids oi polloi sex pistols bouncing souls <<(thanks sean) saves the day green day the queers <3 aquabats
(02:15:29) BenCorvus: WEEZER!
(02:15:33) okaygohome: yeah
(02:15:36) BenCorvus: well, you aren’t that bad after all
(02:15:38) okaygohome: < HUGE FAN
(02:15:43) BenCorvus: <-=- bigger fan
(02:15:47) okaygohome: im tal;king pinkerton fan
(02:15:53) okaygohome:
(02:15:54) BenCorvus: oh jeezus
(02:16:17) okaygohome: im talking…suzanne is my favroite song
(02:16:24) okaygohome: like i wet my pants when i hear them
(02:16:44) BenCorvus: wait, then you are a Kevin Smith fan as well
(02:17:02) okaygohome: who? heh
(02:17:06) BenCorvus: Mallrats
(02:17:13) BenCorvus: that’s the soundtrack Suzanne came from
(02:17:13) okaygohome: YES lol
(02:17:19) okaygohome: yeah
(02:17:20) BenCorvus: Kevin Smith directed
(02:17:34) okaygohome: yeah
(02:17:39) BenCorvus: pInkerton played on a constant loop in my car recently for about a month
(02:17:59) okaygohome: ive worn a weezer shirt for pic da since 5th grade
(02:18:13) BenCorvus: heh
(02:18:15) BenCorvus: that’s funny
(02:18:37) okaygohome: u like why bother?
(02:18:46) okaygohome:
(02:18:48) BenCorvus: i like it all
(02:19:00) okaygohome: me too!!
(02:19:02) BenCorvus: there are no weezer songs i can’t listen to
(02:19:44) okaygohome: omg
(02:19:46) okaygohome: u rock!!!!!!!!!
(02:21:11) BenCorvus: i try real hard to rock as often as i can
(02:21:16) okaygohome: lol
(02:22:22) BenCorvus: did you know that there is the video for Buddy Hollly on the Windows 95 cd?
(02:22:29) okaygohome: no!
(02:22:35) BenCorvus: yes’m
(02:27:47) BenCorvus: anywho… i’m out of here … work in the morning.
(02:28:00) okaygohome: wait!
(02:28:02) okaygohome: umm
(02:28:07) BenCorvus: okay
(02:28:12) okaygohome: i just want you to know your really cool and stuff
(02:28:15) okaygohome: want my pic?
(02:28:24) BenCorvus: uhh…. sure
(02:28:34) okaygohome: oh illgive it to u later
(02:28:38) okaygohome: bye :)
(02:29:14) BenCorvus: okey-doke

VeggieBuddha – Not Buddhist, but real, real Vegetarian.

(02:13:01) BenCorvus: i just got punked by this 15 year old girl
(02:14:29) veggiebuddha: lol
(02:14:52) veggiebuddha: so theres a band called the locust?
(02:15:02) BenCorvus: yes
(02:15:12) BenCorvus: i’m shocked you haven’t heard of them, indie-boy
(02:15:22) veggiebuddha: =P
(02:15:32) veggiebuddha: I’m no indie boy, never claimed to be
(02:15:42) veggiebuddha: I just ride guilt’s nutsack
(02:15:54) veggiebuddha: and a few others I was exposed to in highschool
(02:16:05) veggiebuddha: keeping up with my techno is work enough
(02:16:21) veggiebuddha: heh
(02:16:34) veggiebuddha: I should test her on yer technoknowledge
(02:20:15) veggiebuddha: I guess ‘m not as coo as you new 15 year old girlfriend
(02:20:32) BenCorvus: hehe
(02:20:45) BenCorvus: (02:18:52) HunterDixon: Wait, why the hell are you talking to some 15 yo instead of me?
(02:18:58) HunterDixon: :’(

(02:21:49) veggiebuddha: so are you cybering yet?
(02:21:54) BenCorvus: hehe
(02:21:56) BenCorvus: dirty boys
(02:22:00) veggiebuddha: heheh
(02:22:43) veggiebuddha: http://najati.org:8080/~najati/screenie.png
(02:22:48) veggiebuddha: pointless screenie
(02:24:07) BenCorvus: now, that is e-term in the background, correct?
(02:24:21) veggiebuddha: yup
(02:24:33) BenCorvus: i can NEVER, EVER save my shade/etc preferences
(02:24:37) BenCorvus: they always reset
(02:24:45) veggiebuddha: edit the theme, yo
(02:24:49) BenCorvus: huh?
(02:25:00) BenCorvus: so the eterm settings are in the theme?
(02:25:05) veggiebuddha: lol
(02:25:09) veggiebuddha: you are retarded
(02:25:15) veggiebuddha: go back to you15 year old =P
(02:25:16) BenCorvus: yes
(02:26:08) veggiebuddha: I ussually copy the theme into a seperate
(02:26:10) veggiebuddha: directory’
(02:27:39) veggiebuddha: you need to set up irc.thelocust.org
(02:27:42) veggiebuddha: ;)
(02:27:49) veggiebuddha: I’m tired of gaim anyways
(02:27:53) BenCorvus: hehe
(02:27:56) BenCorvus: i’ve considered it
(02:28:00) BenCorvus: many times
(02:28:01) BenCorvus: jabber
(02:28:03) BenCorvus: jabber
(02:28:51) veggiebuddha: is that a hint?
(02:29:04) veggiebuddha: we could just start a provate room on ars’s server =)
(02:29:27) veggiebuddha: lol!!!
(02:29:37) veggiebuddha: bens got a girlfirned bens got a girlfriend
(02:30:13) veggiebuddha: you better post that shit
(02:30:17) BenCorvus: definite candidate for a log-sifting
(02:30:19) BenCorvus: oh, i will
(02:30:26) BenCorvus: keep in mind, three logs here
(02:30:34) veggiebuddha: heehee
(02:30:41) veggiebuddha: and green logs as well, did I tell you?
(02:31:05) veggiebuddha: I shat crayola “green” for three days in a row, I was so proud of myself
(02:31:15) BenCorvus: that’s fould
(02:31:16) veggiebuddha: I felt like a real vegan =’)
(02:36:35) veggiebuddha: did you ask her about her name?
(02:36:52) BenCorvus: no, i didn’t
(02:37:43) veggiebuddha: you should
(02:38:00) BenCorvus: later
(02:38:06) veggiebuddha: ask her if she has family problems
(02:38:15) veggiebuddha: ask her if her daddy beats her
(02:38:22) veggiebuddha: ask her if you can be her new daddy
(02:38:43) veggiebuddha: “its okay ogh, I won’t hurt you”
(02:39:10) BenCorvus: alright, i’ve had enough. i’m going to bed
(02:39:14) veggiebuddha: =(
(02:39:20) BenCorvus: hehe
(02:39:22) BenCorvus: me tired
(02:39:24) veggiebuddha: I’m sorry, I;m just teasing ben
(02:39:28) BenCorvus: no
(02:39:32) BenCorvus: i’m teasing
(02:39:36) BenCorvus: this poor little girl
(02:39:39) veggiebuddha: you know I don’t mean it
(02:39:44) BenCorvus: we’ll run away to the desert
(02:39:47) veggiebuddha: yes yes
(02:39:49) BenCorvus: and live out our lives
(02:39:49) veggiebuddha: lol!!
(02:39:56) veggiebuddha: I get Kelly
(02:39:58) veggiebuddha: =P

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So, in my traverses and conversations today, I’ve stumbled upon a number of really, really spectacular Flash sites worth checking out.

First off, Ninjai is a multi-chapter Flash story that is really well done. It’s akin to Ninja Scroll with the wandering ninja / fighting in trees / lots of blood sorta feel, but this is far and above most Flash that you see. I love the idea that people are attempting to tell fluid, complete stories. The technology has certainly evolved to that point anyway.

The second one (and perhaps even more spectacular than Ninjai is Broken Saints, which is a HUGE 24-part graphic novel that is being developed entirely in Flash. I’ve only watched one part of the story (the chapters are about 20 minutes long), but the imagery and storytelling is rather wonderful. The site itself leads to at least what could be a good hour of poking around, too. What sets this one apart from Ninjai is that most of the art in Broken Spirits is hand-drawn, which gives is a fuller edge than that of Ninjai, which is computer drawn and designed (mostly).

Many dismissed Flash in it’s early days as trite, silly, and not functional enough to warrant necessity. While in it’s early stages, much of that was true, but HTML wasn’t exactly beautiful around 1995 either! Both things, and the technology surrounding the Internet in general have progressed by leaps and bounds, and this is the outcome.

Oh, yeah, let us not forget MiniGolf

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Najati and I (Ben) had a little impromptu spontaneous conversation regarding the “Use of Bad Words”. Seeing as how we are both not English scholars, or even remotely personable (hehe), then you should take these to heart.

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(13:33:16) veggiebuddha: rule #1: bad words are funny
(13:33:21) BenCorvus: yes
(13:33:34) BenCorvus: rule #2: a bad word will ALWAYS make you cool
(13:34:41) veggiebuddha: rule #3: you girlfriend’s parents will be impressed with you if you use bad words
(13:35:19) BenCorvus: rule #4: resumes are always given that little extra “spice” when bad words are used generously!
(13:36:24) veggiebuddha: rule #5: and when interviewing be sure to accent your intelligence with strategically placed bad words
(13:37:03) BenCorvus: rule #6: a bad word will always bring a smile to a baby (or small child)’s face
(13:37:31) BenCorvus: wowee wow wow
(13:38:33) veggiebuddha: rule #7: pet owners (especially parrots) love it when you praise their pets with bad words, over and over again
(13:39:14) BenCorvus: rule #8: bad words, when cleverly misspelled within popular sayings ALWAYS make for appealing and commercially viable outerwear.
(13:39:31) BenCorvus: eg (GUCKIN FONUTS!)
(13:40:53) veggiebuddha: rule #9: when meeting new people embellish your name and job with bad words
(13:41:06) veggiebuddha: eg Najfuckinati
(13:41:35) BenCorvus: funny stuff
(13:42:31) veggiebuddha: alright, we need one more for ten even, then we can publish them
(13:42:57) BenCorvus: rule #9b – interjecting dirty words within phrases, or in between compound words will always win you praise eg(“she fucking kicked me into the dog-fuckin-house”)
(13:43:58) veggiebuddha: =
(13:44:18) veggiebuddha: thats was a dirty dirty trick
(13:44:29) BenCorvus: huh?
(13:44:35) veggiebuddha: 9b <-
(13:44:39) BenCorvus: soirry
(13:44:43) BenCorvus: it is an extension
(13:46:02) BenCorvus: rule 10: women, or perhaps even someone of an attractible sex enjoy bad words especially mixed with lavish adornments of romantic wooing. eg(“i want to fuck you slowly, i want fuck you softly”).
(13:46:15) veggiebuddha: lol!!
(13:46:20) veggiebuddha: okay, we can publich no
(13:46:23) veggiebuddha: w*
(13:47:28) veggiebuddha: brb
(13:47:58) BenCorvus: send me the HTML log of that in an email.
(13:48:02) BenCorvus: if you would

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Overheard:

We create platforms to collect, interpret and report integrated business assumptions, identify performance benchmarks, anticipate market trends and movement and accurately measure performance, premium adequacy, quality/value, expense management and allocations.

The day I hear a “mission statement” that doesn’t sound like a load of crap will be the day I die. In fact — “Welcome to Heaven — where we proactively integrate our clients neural realtionships with fifth-generation sygergistics!”. Now THAT is a mission-statement.

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The pics from Gary’s Seventh of July party are current up!

Bocce Ball, drunken koi-pond maintenance, Six Degrees of Girard DepardiOOO, it’s all there. Enjoy.

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First off, yesterday was mine and Kelly’s “monthly anniversary”. We usually try to do something each 2nd of each month (as we “started going out” Oct 2, 1996). Holy shit. That’s a long goddamn time. Anyway, we try to go out and do something each 2nd of every month. We went to Ramsi’s Cafe and I had the 15 Bean Medley Soup. Kelly had some sort of stuffed pita thing. We went to Target (mini Bocce Ball set!) She makes me happy.

The second thing that makes me happy is this game called BridgeBuilder. It’s ludicrously simple to learn, and yet hard to master. Build a bridge on a grid-like background with little links. Then you “test” the bridge by running a small train over it. You can even view the stress on the individual links, and if that stress is too great, well, BLAMMO! You have a money limit, and the water you must trespass gets more and more complex. It’s too cool.

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You may or may not have heard of A.I. until it was recently released (on Friday), but chances are, you did. Mostly because it was the last project, the project that Kubrick “had been trying to make for the last 20 years”, I’m sure. The marketing campaign was more underground than over the top, and thankfully so. The elaborate internet “game” was interesting, but by all accounts an elaborate attempt to re-create the “organic” wave of hype that vaulted the Blair Witch Project into success a couple of years back. “But wait!” you say. Yes, I know. The game had so little to do with the movie, it was just a little confusing, and many people got more caught up in the game than the actual movie (and in my opinion, the idea of this highly involved, distributed, puzzling game was/is more exciting, riveting, compelling than the movie was). Well, stick with me, gentle reader, ’cause it don’t get much better. Well, maybe a little, but then when you think it gets better, it doesn’t again. And then that keeps happening waaaay to long. In any case, I swear this is a good review.

You may also want to go and read the original short story, it will take you 10 minutes. Unless you are dumb.

P.S. — enjoy the Slashdot review

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Now, I respect both of the filmmakers involved with this project. Stanley Kubrick is and will always be ahead of his time. You don’t make Clockwork Orange or 2001 on accident. Spielberg, much the same, reinvented film in his own image. Putting a sense of the fantastic, and a touch of humility and emotion into all that he does (see E.T.), and sometime to a fault.

First up, I’m gonna do a review! No spoilers, but perhaps a little plot discussed. Nothing you wouldn’t know. Then, a complete capsule of the movie. Plenty of spoilers there. But it will be funny! So, REVIEW then HUMOROUS CAPSULE.

REVIEW

I enjoyed chunks of this movie. I really did. But that is a problem when you are attempting to tell a cohesive story. Chunkiness is good for tasty salsa, and not necessarily for a story to be told in 2.5 hours. I know in my heart of hearts that there is a 6 hour edit of this movie. There just has to be. There are so many things that are either not explained, or not investigated long enough, leaving out what could be some very interesting, very engrossing details. Spielberg instead tries to involve the viewer by using long, meaningful shots. And plenty of them. Like a robot staring at this, and a robot staring at that. One movie that got those long, meaningful shots right was Terrence Malick in The Thin Red Line. But the shots are really just tools that the movie uses to re-inforce certain themes. In a movie with so many swirling themes as AI, these shots seem to get lost, or forgotten within the film.

I guess that’s my big beef with the film. It’s too short to do the MANY MANY themes of the film justice. Half-explored, half-detailed themes, and little if any mingling between them. I would have liked to have seen a better explored mother-surrogate child relationship, rather than the hour-long treatise it was served. The seedy underbelly of the world, and the dischord between humans and robots could have been played out much better than the Mad Max-esque treatment in the middle of the film. Jude Law REALLY, REALLY was excellent as the singing, dancing digital Don Juan, but we see too little of him in the film. The idea that William Hurt, who plays the creator of David (Robo-boy), is suffering from his own loss of child could have seen more justice, rather than a panning montage of “In Memory Of David” photos on his desk. Robo-lad’s entire journey to become accepted could have been better played as well.

This movie seems to have been mashed together in the editing room, and glued into place by numerous cheap plot devices, warm-fuzzies, and the occasionally horrid action sequence, cameo voice-over, or mushy plot device. I attribute this to the fact that it was headed by two very independent filmmakers, Kubrick and Spielberg. Combining the compressed time-frame of the movie, the many shallow treatments of the themes of the movie, and the ill-executed bridgework between them made this movie feel more like a patchwork, a Frankenstein’s monster, if you will. The end result will leave many viewers either disappointed or asking many questions. It’s not a BAD movie, per se, and is worth the price of admission. See it once, if only to bask in how good this movie COULD have been.

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PLOT SUMMARY

(with humour added to make reading this at least partially worth-while)

Anyway, lets get on to the capsule of the movie. The movie starts off, providing us with some little-needed backstory about time/place, you know, important stuff to a movie that starts in the future, and spans two millenia. The seas have risen, and many people have moved in-land (rather than growing gills), and due to the crowding, limits on child-bearing are put into place. Combine that with the fact that our two parents (who appear in the movie for one solid stretch, and then are promptly forgotten for NEARLY the rest of the movie), have “lost” a child to a viral disease. Oh, but modern science allows us to make ice-pops out of dearly almost-departed! Thank goodness. Keep in mind that in any movie that involves people in stasis (i.e. 2001,2010, The Mummy), they will ALWAYS wake-up, usually at inopportune times.

But i digress. So, the stage is set for our pale-faced, solemn eyed little cyber-boy. The first scene is actually a meeting in a company that apparently builds these little electro-hominids, with William Hurt as the Ed Harris-like (see The Truman Show) genious who has the psychological trauma to actually subject the populace to these tiny little kill-o-drones.

Meanwhile, Mommy is lonely, and needs to let go of her Otter-Pop son, whom I’m sure will NEVER, EVER come back. Ever. Never-ever. So, cue up the hilarious mom-and-robo-son getting acquainted while Daddy is at work scenes. Pay no attention to time. Sprinkle this with the unnerving possibility of a silicon-fueled bloodbath (from having seen Child’s Play), and there you have it.

Yay! Mommy likes the little boy. Oh no! What? Otter-pop has come back to life unexpectedly and unexplainably? I thought the medical technology to do so was years off?! Sure, it probably was, but we were never given any cue to the time frame. Daddy didn’t seem older, and Mommy’s hairstyle didn’t change, so I guess…. Anyway. Now Otter-pop has to come home after what I assume were some most horrorshow cinnies he’d ever viddied in his whole life, and to complete the Clockwork Orange reference, he meets up with his replacement at home! Yay!

Needless to say, Otter-Pop and Boy-Bot are immediately friends, and as any good REAL son would do to a fake son (i.e. stepson or robo-sibling), he subjects him to the sort of mind-games that one would only expect from a Ho-Chi Minh era Viet-Cong torture-master. Mommy doesn’t REALLY love you, she just likes the fact that you can pick up the couch when she vacuums. So, in order for you to win back her heart you must A) surprise her with sharp objects to the facial area, and B) freak out and nearly drown me.

Well, as you can tell, the little cybo-tyke pulls off his mission with exacting precision. This causes Mommy to do the next sensible thing, and drop little mechano-lad OFF IN THE WOODS, like some puppy “because I know what they’ll do to you!”.

Oh, let’s not forget Teddy. Teddy is a Teddy-Ruxpinesque little gem who shines in this movie. He’s got a voice like gravel, and with his freakish ability to walk upright, form complete sentences, and even act angry, he’s a PERFECT kids toy. He once was Otter-pops, but now has been sent to the same deciduous demise as Lectro the Boy Wonder. Oh, he also provides a convenient stowage place for a silly, redundant, and yet somehow heart-warming plot device (more on that later).

Now, after machinenkinder (machine child in German, btw) is dropped in the wood, we bid farewell to the BEGINNING Of the movie as if it ALMOST, ALMOST didn’t happen. Or at least, we don’t pay to much attention to it, or they try to make us forget it. This was done affectively in CastAway, and even made sense (castaway.theme == loneliness, whereas ai.theme == journey). So, if you just walked into the movie at this point, it’s okay. The filmmakers left THAT end of it open too. Nice.

Now the movie takes an interesting turn, and one that could make an interesting movie in itself. The beginning of the movie could have been a movie by itself, but I sure as hell wouldn’t have gone and seen THAT. In any case, the second chunk of the movie involves the seedy robo-underworld that is apparently not visible, or not spoken of in the suburbian bliss that was chunk #1. Gigolo Joe, (played wonderfully by Jude Law — see Gattaca), is of course, a Robo-Gigolo with the script from Singin’ In the Rain printed on his circuit boards. He dances, he sings, he bones like a madman. And then he’s framed all of the sudden by a murderer, which is pretty handy, considering he wouldn’t be exiled to the “Wood of Misfit Robots!”. As if the woods weren’t filled with dangerous hippies, bears, and gypsies, apparently it has become a stomping ground for forgotten/exiled robots, a latter-day Tijuana.

Then the movie takes an interesting turn, thematically speaking. The beginning was very lovy-dovey, with hints that some folks aren’t really comfortable with walking, talking, thinking, autonomous robots. Sure. Makes sense! But we don’t see that a good section of the populous is vehemently against their robot helpers. We are cordoned into a small setting, of a suburban household, with no real sense of the outside world. Now, while it is good to see from just Small Wonder’s POV now and again, it makes for a jarring transition, and made me lose hold of the initial theme of the love between mechano-boy and Mommy (especially since we don’t see Mommy again for more than an hour later).

So Gigolo Joe and cyber-anklebiter are in the woods (along with the plot-device toting Teddy). People hate robots. Especially old ones. So, much like the derelict cars underneath the oppressive treads of “BIGFOOT” or the “UNDERTAKER” monster-trucks, we destroy them in a ludicrous show of destruction, right? Right. Well, Gigolo and Bot-boy are surely doomed, eh? Well, after surviving what is quite possibly the most horrible guest actor voice-over (by Chris Rock, being the voice of an Al Jolson circa “The Jazz Singer” style man-servant robot), they are in the acid-bath pillory! But, oh no! That looks like a little boy! You can’t kill little boys, the crowd says! “Oh, but he’s just a robot! The MAN is making robots to replace your children! They are making machines that will not make juvenile mistakes! Open the pod bay doors, Hal!” Well, as you could probably tell, heartstrings were tugged, and Cybo-Tyke’s human oppressor is pelted with many a projectile, and RoboBoy escapes. Oh yeah!

Now, if you were a walking dildo, where would be the first place you would go? Well, i’d go to Rogue City, damnit! Well, Gigolo Joe takes the young, impressionable Electro-boy to FunkyTown, because Electro-Boy is looking for a blue fairy, which will turn his ePinocchio arse into a real boy, or so he thinks. So far, I’ve found that not only are Robo-Children impressionable, but stupid as well. I must get one. He will do my bidding. Which brings me to a side note. Are these little Plasto-Children anatomically correct? I should hope not. People get strange ideas. In any case, we are now on a Pinocchio-esque quest for the Emerald City, of some sort.

The police, meanwhile, are still searching for Gigolo Joe, the murderous cybo-ho. You wouldn’t know that, though, if i hadn’t told you. They are, trust me. This is just another seemingly forgotten about occurence, one of which pushes the movie along, ’cause it would move along on its own. Anyway, let us move on to “Disturbing Celebrity Voice-Over Cameo #2″. Playing the part of a franchised information-booth floating head called “Dr. Know” is Robin Williams. So, here we are, enjoying the Pinnochio story, and out pops the damned Genie. And as per usual, the animators have given Williams’ cartoon image much the same annoying exorbitancy that Williams unleashes when in public. I really worry about that guy. In any case, all credibility of the scene is thus lost, and we are informed that there is a guy at the end of the world who can change him into a REAL BOY. Oh, our prayers have been answered.

Exit the “Dr. Know” franchise, enter plot-propulsion device #342. The coppers are outside! They are looking for Joe! Run, Joe, Run! Be captured Joe! Thank goodness that for a split second in chunk #1 of the movie, you see little Robo-Rugrat playing with what appears to be the VERY same controls for the helicopter (amphibicopter, actually, which is REAL handy). This of course means that he can attempt to fly it. Oh, and Teddy is here. Let’s not forget about TEDDY. Ahhhhh! Robo-boy in helicopter! Spinning blades! Joe escapes! Yay! Thankfully Joe, being a gigolo, can fly a helicopter. “Oh, Ben, that last sentence didn’t make sense”. No shit. Neither does a Gigolo robot being able to fly a helicopter, thank you very much.

So we are flying to Man-hattan. The end of the veritable world where the Blue Fairy lives. Fly Joe, fly Teddy, fly Electro-Lad. Fly Fly Fly. Seconds later, we find our destination! Oh doctor! Where art thou? Oh no! It’s another Cyber-Boy. He looks just like me! Must control violent tendencies! I’m an individual! Thankfully, my want of robot violence is satiated (for the moment). Little Lectro-Lad goes buck-nuts on his twin “brother” with a lamp that looks like a cheese-grater. Ouch, not in the face!

Well, enter William Hurt, the creator of all this pre-teen cyber-madness. Oh, Cyber-Boy, you ARE an individual. Or, per se, and Individually wrapped cybo-o-drone, I mean. Let me walk off the set to “get the rest of my team,” and leave you alone in the lab, which apparently has doors that lead out onto 400 foot drops to the open sea (this is the end of the world). Oh, keep in mind that I don’t return with my “team”. Ever. Later! Don’t forget to send my royalty checks. Ol’ Willy Hurt is hurtin’ fo’ cash! Hep me!

So, there sits Cyber-boy, 400 ft above the risen sea. Gigolo Joey Joe has apparently left in the helicopter, as he is now flying around outside. No, Cybo, don’t fall to your doom! Don’t end the movie on an introspective point! Well, needless to say, facing the fact that he is in fact a boy replace-o-drone fashioned in the form of William Hurt’s long-lost son, he does the respectable thing and dives into the water, hopefully to never be seen again.

Damn you Gigolo Joe! You just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you? Oh no! Save the little boy. Goddamn it. Expertly fly/dive the amphibicopter and save him! (Meanwhile, where the hell is the “team” from the “company”? They are so technilogically advanced, they can’t even build some sort of crude raft/winch combination? Jesus. The Professor from Gilligan’s Island could have. Don’t go and rescue the only Cybo-Boy to ever be released into the public! Ignore him! We’ll make more!)

Well, the police opportunely show up to give Gigolo Joe a ride out of this god-forsaken hellish ending of a movie. Little Wonder still wants to find his “Blue Fairy”, which is apparently RIGHT NEXT DOOR to the “company”. In Coney Island! Thank goodness. Dive, Electro-Whiz, dive Teddy-Bear. Find the Blue Fairy. Stare at Blue Fairy. Fall, giant entrapment device! Wish in vain, Electro-ersatz-Pinnochio. End movie, Spielberg. End MOVIE! PLEASE!

Now, just when you think “the movie is over” and/or “how Kubrickian was that?”, this movie GOES ON! Apparently 2000 years is enough for the earth to move into another ICE-AGE, and the seas have frozen over. Aliens now roam the earth, on a dig. Hey! We found a robot boy here in frozen coney island! And a creepy gravel-voiced bear! Wow. Let’s use him as a bipedal Tivo, and check out the re-runs from 2000 years ago. Oh boy. Well, long, long, LONG story short, Robo-tyke is duped into believing that the Blue Fairy is real, and wishes that Mommy could come back. All of the sudden, the aliens speak English, inform Robo-kipper that they can’t bring back Mommy without DNA, and that if they do, she will only live for one day. Now, where the hell is that incorrigable Teddy?! Oh, that’s right. He’s busy pulling the plot-device out of his furry little ass. Oh, but Cybo-drone! Don’t forget that when you cut off Mommy’s hair on a dare from Otter-pop?! I was thankfully there to snatch up this handy little swatch of DNA! Yay. Mommy’s back. The earth has frozen over. End of story, a happy end. Sort of.

The end of Ben’s synopsis.

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I’ve been working 10 and 11 hour days the last couple of days. It’s kickin’ me arse! But, considering I’ve been where I’ve been working for a little over a year, and this is the first big project I’ve seen to completion, I’m pretty happy.

As a kid, the “do nothing and get paid” job was the ultimate. However, you have to find something to do, else you go mad. Whether it is hefting a typewriter to stay in shape, digging a tunnel to freedom, or even plotting the deaths of your Viet Cong masters, you’ve gotta do what makes you happy, right? Right.

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Chuck has written to us “Day 6″ — and it seems that his little travelogues are less and less about Physics and more and more about eating and getting screwed by fake porn-mag distribution company. Well, enjoy.

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DAY 6

Well, another illustrious day has come and gone. In the mid-afternoon, after heading up to SLAC for boring meetings and some SP, we headed off to San Fransisco again.

This time in SF, the day was not so optimal, it was a rare summer rain in the city of rainbows. Incidentally, the National Gay Pride parade was on Sunday, wow, what a goddamned spectacle!

So, we arrived and parked on pier 39, remember that number. After a little wandering of the low-cal, we found the cable cars and rode it. Irony was beheld, when I noticed the Rice-A-Roni add on the cable car. As I was not quick enough on the stampede when the car arrived at the station, I got to stand at the front (open, mind you) edge of the cable car, ad get to hold on to a single pole in the rain(the standing room was not covered). The cable car went up steep ass hills (SAHs) at a near 40 degree angle in places, and then down again on the other side of the hill. On the ride, we passed that section of Lombard street that is the most curving section of road in the world, and sure as fuck, they do not exaggerate. Soon after this, we entered a more traffic strewn section of town. First, there were some road cones in the road(obviously), but the cable car ran over them(it is on rails), the annoying part is that it ran over them right at the edge, the edge I was standing on, and they slid over to the side and pummeled my ankles, fuckin-a! But then, a car tried to pass us in the parking lane and fucking hit me, not the cable car, ME! goddamnit!

It is not as bad as you think, his side view mirror caught a bit-o-my-pants, but still, the fucker hit me. I did him better by leaving my muddy footprint on his window.

We then walked around in the shopping centers, and eventually found chinatown. Its nice, but to many foreigners. We ate there and I had the Dim Sum, which is just a plate of several finger foods. It was ok, but I suspect that this place was not the best dim sum in SF, as the sign proclaimed.

On the walk back to the car, I saw another YANK mag box! Yeah!! This one looked legit, with a handle and a stack of yank mags visible . So another attempt to get the YANK mag ensued. And, it ended in failure. The quarters got stuck in the change install place. NO YANK mag, and now, im almost totally positive that this is a scam. It re-goddamn-diculous!

Thats all for Monday, soon I shall return!

Chuck

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