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ALRIGHT ZELDA, A WORD WITH YOU.

The entire DC area has been under several feet of snow for like, a month now, so in running out of things to do, I decided to start playing “The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past.”  I got the ROMs from bittorrent, and I use the Mac version of Snes9x to play.  Snes9x, for those who haven’t used it, is one hell of an SNES emulator.

I’ve picked up this game a few times over the course of my life, but never really had it in me to get into it.  I’m not sure why.  Maybe it’s because I have ADHD or I didn’t have time or I just didn’t have it in me or some weird shit, but I’ve been playing it pretty hardcore for the past week or so.  It might take an average player less time to beat this game, but I have a weird obsession with getting ABSOLUTELY ALL of the items, secrets, etc., that the game has to offer.

Anyway, it’s pretty cool, considering it came out in 1992, it’s aged really well.  I’m having a lot of fun with it, except it’s balls hard.

Seriously, it’s fucking hard, this game does not mess around.  I usually don’t feel compelled to throw my controller against a wall, but in several instances of this game, I’ve wanted to.  I might as well anyway, because my little brother borrowed (read: took without asking) it once and got soda in it, so if I let it sit for any more than like 6 hours, the buttons get sticky and I have to clean them out with a wet toothbrush; then they work fine.  Eventually, this trick will stop working, but until then, I’m going strong.

At any rate, if there is any one question this game’s programmers were asking themselves while making this game, it is this:

“How can we make this even more of a pain in the ass?”

Seriously, take this boss for instance, this boss is on the fourth or fifth major dungeon.  I don’t remember, probably because I was screaming in frustration:

Fuck this thing.

That is “Moldorm,” the gigantic centipede of doom.  I had to fight Moldorm between 8-10 times, and I consider myself to be an above-average gamer in terms of skill, especially for adventure games.  You see, every time Moldorm hits you, you get knocked to the edge of the platform that Moldorm conveniently hangs out on.  God forbid you be ANYWHERE near the edge of the platform, too, because if you are, you’re hosed.  If you fall off the platform, you fall to the room below, and you have to climb the stairs to go fight him again, except SOMEHOW he has all of his fucking health back.  Seriously, this guy is like Neo, except instead of bullets, he is able to recover from sword attacks.  Lots of ‘em.  In like 5 seconds.  I’m pretty sure that was in Beowulf or something.  Maybe you falling to the floor below gives Moldorm enough time to get some Neosporin, or PCP.  Who knows.

Anyway, the point here is, the game designers were like “nah, that’s not enough, let’s make this even more fucked up, we’ll put a hole in the MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING PLATFORM.  THAT WILL SHOW HIM WHO IS BOSS, THAT JERK.”  I’m glad I didn’t spend $50 on this game, I’m also glad I have save states, so when I get knocked off the platform, I press command+d and I’m right there, ready to go, for another round.  TECHNOLOGY WINS AGAIN, YOU PRICK.

Anyway, I found a picture online of someone who fits the profile of a typical Zelda game designer.

All Zelda games are pretty much the same.  First, you go get a sword, then you go do three minor quests that are all pretty easy.  It’s sort of like Nintendo playing with you.  ”This game is pretty cool, so we’ll do this to suck you in, then we’ll make up for it later in a sick bastard kind of way.”  Then you find out that THE PRINCESS has been captured by GANON, THE KING OF THIEVES, who is going to use his MAGICAL POWER to lock Zelda, princess of Hyrule, away forever.  Then you have to go get a Master Sword and do some other bullshit through like 7 quests, and then you fight Ganon and the game is over.  Somehow along the way, you end up picking up a boomerang that I still don’t know does what the fuck anything, a hookshot, a bow and arrow, some magic spells, the master sword, a mirror shield, some bottles, aaaaaand some kind of critical plot device that significantly changes the game’s environment.

Look, you can write your own Zelda game with this Zelda-o-Matic I wrote just for you:

Link, the (chosen one / hero / last of the bretheren) must collect the three (pendants / mystical orbs / jewels) to complete some (small virtually irrelevant task in the grand scheme of things).  But wait!  Zelda, the princess of Hyrule, has been captured!  Using the three (whatever), you can obtain the Legendary MASTER SWORD, which you can use to unlock the (seals / barriers / gateways) to the seven (pendants / maidens / pieces of Triforce).  In doing so, you prevent Ganon from obtaining enough power to take over Hyrule!  BUT WAIT!  Ganon already has some dark power, so you have to use the magical (wand / mirror / completely unheard of woodwind instrument) to BREAK INTO HIS LAIRS and DEFEAT THE GUARDIANS THEREIN.  Only then can you defeat Ganon by reflecting his attacks back at him, before he reverts into his true form, and then you win by shooting Ganon with magically imbued silver arrows. DONE.

Also, I don’t know if Zelda programmers have ever actually been in a dungeon, but I have, okay?  Dungeons are fucking lame.  I’ve never seen a rat in a dungeon.  I’ve also never seen moving spiked floors which shoot fire and death, but just, just throw that aside for a second, okay?  Have you ever needed a compass in a dungeon?  NO, YOU DON’T NEED A COMPASS TO NAVIGATE A DUNGEON.  A COMPASS DOES NOTHING FOR YOU IN A DUNGEON.  Also, why are there keys everywhere?  Who runs these dungeons?  Why would you hide a key inside a pot?  That’s dumb.  Finally, these dungeons don’t have prisoners, mind you, they just hide mystical pendants.  I don’t get it.  If Ganon really wanted to make Link’s life miserable, why wouldn’t he be like “HA HA, I BURIED THE PENDANTS IN COMPLETELY RANDOM LOCATIONS THROUGHOUT HYRULE, GO GET A SHOVEL AND START LOOKING, YOU DWEEB!”

I've got badass facial hair and an imposing black robe. What do you have, Link? That's right, you got nothin'.

Another issue here is that I’m sure Link suffers from “the Mario problem,” or just Nice Guy Syndrome.  Link is going to go rescue some broad on the advice of some old coot, which he does, and what does he get for it?  Some pieces of heart?  A better shield?  A fucking boomerang?  Are you serious?  Does he ever get to go out with Zelda?  I mean, every time I start a Zelda game, she is living in some castle, while Link lives in some shed or shack or tree or some other Anacostia bullshit.  Then she gets captured, and Link fights through Hell and back to save her, while Zelda is like “Thanks for saving me, Link, you’re such a great guy, but I’d hate to ruin our friendship with messy physical complications, so here is a magical shield.”  Not even a date?  Nothing?  Link’s not out there for Link, Link is out there for Zelda, okay?  He doesn’t get shit.  I want to play a Zelda game where Link and Zelda ride on a horse into the sunset together.  But I’m a hopeless romantic sap who suffers greatly from Nice Guy Syndrome, so what the fuck.

Merry Christmas, Sector-Style!

On the twelfth day of Christmas, at Sector 930, I got:

12 PLOWS-A-PLOWING

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11 SCREENS-A-GLOWING

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10 HUNTERS LEAPING

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9 TORRENTS SEEDING

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8 JAGERS BOMBING

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7 CALLSIGNS HAMMING

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6 LOVERS, EXCEPT JOE

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5 FLAWLESS GEMS

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4 SMARTRIP CARDS

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3 MAC TVs

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2 GODDAMN CATS

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AND A POST HERE ON 930!

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Getting the Most Out of Apple TV: A Handy 930 How-To! (Part One of Three)

With all of the various options for starting/maintaining a home media server, the lowly Apple TV is widely disregarded by “power-nerds” as a viable (or particularly useful) home media solution.  I may not have the technical expertise, prowess, or, frankly, patience to create an amazing home-grown media server, like Edwin, but I am quite the Apple geek, I enjoy pre-fabricated gadgetry, and I have employee discounts to use.*

And no, you can’t have any.

What you can have, however, is a practical guide to getting the most out of Apple TV, which you can get for free, right here, on the Sector!  What a deal!

I’m splitting this guide up into three parts, because I want to advise you on some of the prep work involved before receiving your Apple TV.  If you want to order one, it isn’t actually too late, the Apple Online Store is offering free next-day shipping through Wednesday.  In other words, buy some stock in FedEx for a quick kill.**

Chapter 1: Should I Actually Order an Apple TV?”

Apple TV is great for:

  • People who use Macs, and dump countless dollars into iTunes.
  • People who use Windows, and dump countless dollars into iTunes.
  • People who have HDTVs.
  • People who are not interested in buying Blu-Ray discs.
  • People who lose their current DVDs all over the goddamn house and GOD DAMMIT WHERE IS MY COPY OF “THE SECRET OF THE OOZE?”
  • People who like all of their movies, music, and photos to be accessible from a central location.
  • People who like straightforward, easy-to-use, sleek interfaces.

It so happens that my mom (bless her heart) bought me a 32” HDTV for Christmas.  Sweet.  It also so happens that I am sort of an iTunes slave, and I have a Mac, and, well, that’s just kind of what happens when you work for Apple.  Whaddya know?

I’ll leave the extensive format war discussions to Sam and Andy Rush, but my short take on it is thus: I don’t like Blu-Ray.  I don’t think I really have a good reason to dislike Blu-Ray, I just don’t really like it.  Kind of like “that guy” at the college party who gets all the women to talk to him, effortlessly.  I don’t really know him, but I know he’s probably a douchebag.  Also, I don’t want to start a flame war about costs and Apple products, and formats, but I’m also having a hard time finding high quality Blu-Ray players for less than $200, and Blu-Ray discs are still hella expensive, while HD Movies on iTunes, for the most part, cost $15-19.99.  Just sayin’

I also don’t like “stuff,” I try to keep as little of it as possible; the less I have, the less I can lose or misplace or make a mess with.  I’m done with discs.  That’s just a personal thing, though.

Apple TV costs $229 from the Apple Store, but for some strange, bizarre reason, Apple does not include any component or HDMI cables.  In my opinion, that’s kind of like ordering a hamburger without a bun, but I guess people do that.  Do not buy HDMI or component cables from the Apple Store, or even Best Buy, for that matter.  Go to Target, RadioShack or Wal-Mart to save a few coins.

If you do not have an HDTV, do not order an Apple TV.

If you do not have broadband Internet, do not order an Apple TV.

If you do not feel like backing up your purchases to an external unit, do not order an Apple TV.  Losing a digital purchase, for whatever reason, is no different than losing a DVD.  If you lose it, you will have to buy a new one.

If you do not feel comfortable truly “owning” your content, do not order an Apple TV.

What’s that?  You got one anyway?  Cool.  It is actually quite a nifty gadget, and, like most Apple products, does more than people give it credit for.

Chapter 2: Prepping for Apple TV

Overview

Apple TV gets its data over wired or wireless Ethernet, via several methods.  It is possible to stream iTunes music, watch YouTube, view photos, listen to Internet radio, and, of course, “sync” your Apple TV with an iTunes library, much like an iPod.

This confused me at first, as I thought you could only stream iTunes content to Apple TV, which is not the case, as it is possible for Apple TV to store iTunes Library content locally.  This is also a misconception among my customers.  It is possible to transfer movies from your computer to Apple TV, and vice versa.  That is, if your content is purchased on the device itself, it can be copied to an iTunes library on your computer.  The device has a 160 GB HDD for content.

Step 1: Rip Your DVDs.

Apple TV does not play DVDs, which is where HandBrake comes in.  HandBrake is a free, very reliable, open-source piece of software for pulling DVD content from DVDs.

Now, the legality of ripping DVDs continues to be questionable; I’m not going to be held responsible for you if you distribute your ripped content in a way which violates copyright law.  I’m in the “if you own the DVD, it’s your DVD” camp, and have no moral objections to DVD ripping in this context.

If you need help using HandBrake, check the documentation on their website, this is not a HandBrake tutorial.  I do recommend you use “Apple Universal” (mp4) for the end format, however, and I personally shoot for a 1GB file size target for most movies, with 2-pass encoding.  Longer movies will warrant larger file sizes, though, so keep that in mind when you’re pulling the extended edition of Return of the King.

Ripping takes a long time, even on a fast Core 2 Duo.  Get a sandwich, something with bacon.  Rinse and repeat.

Step 2: Clean Up and Prep iTunes.

Apple TV absolutely requires you to use iTunes, but you probably knew that.  Once you’ve finished ripping your DVDs, it’s time to copy them into iTunes.  The easiest way to do this is to select “Movies” from the iTunes sidebar, and simply drag-and-drop movies into the pane.  You can also click “File,” and scroll to “Add to Library.”  From there, navigate to your movie file, and add it to your library.

IF YOU HAVE CONFIGURED iTUNES TO COPY ALL CONTENT TO YOUR LIBRARY FOLDER, WHICH I RECOMMEND, IT WILL LEAVE THE ORIGINAL FILE INTACT, LEAVING YOU WITH TWO COPIES OF YOUR MOVIE ON YOUR HDD.

ERASE THE FIRST COPY.

Once you’ve done this, you need to add the movie’s poster; it looks better in both iTunes and on Apple TV.

In order to add a poster to a movie, right click (or control+click) on the movie in iTunes.  Select “Get Info,” and then click on the “Artwork” tab.  The next step is to find a copy of the poster, which is best done by typing the title of the movie into Google Image Search.  For movie artwork in iTunes, use images that are around 700 pixels tall by 500 pixels wide.  For reasons that I do not understand, dragging and dropping film artwork into the artwork pane does not work, so I created a folder on my desktop called “movie posters,” saved the JPEGs into it, and applied them in iTunes via the “add” button in the artwork pane.


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I’m still working on ripping my movies, but this is what my library looks like so far.


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Next week, we’ll go over syncing, unboxing, and configuring Apple TV.


*The views expressed in this post are my own and do not represent those of Apple, Inc., FileMaker, or any of its subsidiaries.  For questions regarding Apple consumer policy, please visit http://apple.com/legal.

**I AM NOT A FINANCIAL ADVISOR.  DO NOT TAKE MY FINANCIAL ADVICE IN ANY SERIOUS CAPACITY; I GOT A C+ IN FINANCIAL MANAGEMENT IN COLLEGE.  IF YOU SEND ME HATE MAIL AFTER YOU LOSE YOUR LIFE SAVINGS, I WILL LAUGH AT YOU WITHOUT REMORSE.

What’s for Lunch? Why, it’s the McGangbang 2.0!

Why does the stomach growl?

I’m not asking you technically, I mean metaphorically.

I know it’s some kind of wack-ass chemical reaction.  Something about juice and acid and gas (lol) and science.  It’s just “nature’s way” of saying “hey, hey buddy, there is nothing in here, so you better fix it, you nutjob.”  Reactions are for chemists.  I have another theory.

It’s a reminder of what we really are: animals.  Mammals with powerful, powerful instincts, and at 11:45 AM, those instincts are screaming only one thing at the top of their lungs:

MEAT.

Take me, for example.  This is what I look like around lunchtime.  Clean-cut.  Well-kept.  Good-looking, and with an uncompromisingly American attitude.

I'm single, for the love of God I'm single.

I'm single, for the love of God I'm single.

Inside, though.  Inside…there is only this.

I'm still single.

I'm still single.

Sometimes you don’t even realize that you’re hungry, because your stomach doesn’t growl.  That’s when you’re really hosed, because then you realize that you have been chewing on the backend of an ST connector for half an hour, and you’re “pretty sure it ain’t gonna be working anymore” and you have to explain to your boss why you have a $25 fiber replacement on your expense report.  But I digress.

As it turns out, I didn’t know what to have for lunch today, even though I was in that kind of mood.  Part of me was saying “cheeseburger,” and the other part of me was saying “chicken nuggets.”  Generally incompatible, yes, but if you can install Windows on an Intel Mac, what can’t you do?  Legend tells of a sandwich outside the mortal realm, a sandwich which – literally – strikes fear into the hearts of even the most seasoned nerds.  Truly a diabetic debacle.  A gastrointestinal ghoul.  A nutritional non sequitur. Gentlemen!  (And Shannon and Lenore) THE MCGANGBANG.

Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ.

Now, if it is not obvious enough, a McGangbang is a McDonald’s Double Cheeseburger with a McDonald’s McChicken in the middle of it, a total cost of $2.19, plus tax.  I imagine it is called “The McGangbang” because that is what it feels like it’s doing to your digestive system as you are eating it.  If you use the $1 “McDouble” – McDonald’s way of being a bunch of cheap-ass bastards by yanking the second piece of cheese from the double cheeseburger so they could keep the cost at a buck – it’s not a McGangbang.  You really, really do need both pieces of cheese for this to work.

Now, being a nerd, something of an innovator, and someone who enjoys tinkering in general, especially with cuisine, I decided to approach the assembly of this atomic abomination with a few hacks.  Why?  Two reasons.

1: I don’t like mayonnaise.  At all.  I realize this is really a personal issue; I mean, I also like having Dock Magnification turned on, so it’s a wash.  What I do like, however, is Big Mac sauce.  Therefore, I ordered the McChicken with big mac sauce instead of mayonnaise.  I thought it would be free, but McDonald’s charged me 0.15 for it.  Fair enough, I’d bitch if it were more than a quarter.

2: There is really no need for four buns.  A third bun gives the sandwich balance.  A fourth is extra calories at the cost of the taste of the delicious meat.  Basically, having 4 buns on one sandwich is kind of like running Windows Vista in any capacity; there’s so much fluff, you have a hard time getting to the meat.

That’s what she said.

This in mind, I decided to christen my creation “The McGangbang 2.0″ because “The McMcMahon” is obnoxiously redundant.

Caloric Breakdown:

Double Cheeseburger: 440 kcal
McChicken with Big Mac Sauce and No Bun: approx 290 kcal
Small Fry: 230kcal
Diet Coke: 0kcal

Total: 960kcal.  Obviously not something you’d want to eat every day, but you could definitely do worse.  A double quarter pounder with cheese and a medium french fry will set you back 1120kcal, and probably be a lot less awesome.  Altogether was $5.21 with lousy 10% local restaurant tax.

I set out my ingredients before beginning assembly.  The fries were not involved with sandwich construction, but they were part of my lunch, so whatever.

Pre-assemblyI then proceeded to begin the construction of the McGangbang 2.0.  The most annoying part of it was separating the two cheeseburger patties, which had somehow managed to permanently fuse themselves together in a disgustingly glorious singular mass of cheese and death over the course of my five-minute drive back to my office.

It was unpleasant.

THE FINISHED PRODUCT.  BEHOLD:

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How does it taste?  Well, the big mac sauce was on kind of thick, so your mileage may vary, but otherwise, it was really, really awesome.  I would definitely eat this again.  The lettuce gave it some oomph, and the McChicken patty is a peppery and heavily-breaded but otherwise pretty good piece of poultry.  Removing the fourth bun was definitely a good idea.  I like all the other ingredients (ketchup, mustard, pickles, lettuce, McDonald’s ghetto onions), so those stayed, which was also a good move.  It really did have a lot of flavor.

It's only truly horrifying if you stare at it for too long, like eating an oyster.

It's only truly horrifying if you stare at it for too long, like eating an oyster.

And how do I feel now?  Surprisingly okay.  My regret-o-meter is only rolling about a 3 out of 5, which is about what I was expecting.  Feeling pretty full/heavy right now, to be sure, but it’s pretty chilly outside anyway.  I’ll get a salad for dinner.  Or not.

So there you have it, folks, the McGangbang 2.0.  I recommend it.  Who knows, maybe it’ll catch on and we’ll get some more readers and be Internet celebrities or get some coupons.  So, until we get a shot at the KFC Double Down, adios.

Bad Xbox Customer Support, Bad!

Microsoft, you have ONCE AGAIN proven that your ability to grind my gears is truly infinite.

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Submitted for your approval…one Xbox 360 with a defective wired NIC.  I knew this fact as soon as I began troubleshooting his console, because, great gaming consoles though they may be, the quality with which they are assembled (as well as the parts used therein) is abysmal.

That’s okay.  We already know that your console’s hardware blows.  I have an Xbox 360, and I love it.  I’d buy another one.  Of course, it’s been collecting dust in my sock drawer for 3 months, because all my recent gaming has been on my MacBook Pro, but regardless, my Xbox 360 retains a special place in my heart.  Probably because I waited in line all fucking night for it.  In November 2005.  In the freezing rain.  HAPPY TIME!

But I digress.  The reason for my (current) displeasure with Microsoft lies in the solution provided by an Xbox 360 phone rep (CSR) when asked about the aforementioned wired NIC.

I am a university residential network technician.  Basically, I fix shit when it breaks.  When I was called out the other day to investigate an Xbox 360 that wasn’t connecting to the network, I knew, immediately, that the problem was not with the network, but with the NIC on the Xbox.  When an Xbox gets a network connection, much like in Windows, the Xbox OS will tell you that the physical connection is active.  The connection was working on this gentleman’s laptop, on the same port, with multiple cables.  XBox?  Multiple cables?  Nada.  No link light, no connection, nothing on the switch.  Bad wired Ethernet.

I am okay with CSRs assuming complete customer ignorance.  I sat and listened while my customer worked with the CSR, and went through all of the same troubleshooting steps I went through, also to no avail.  I began to assume that the CSR was going to go ahead and authorize the repair on the Xbox, when he made one last suggestion.

“Sir, do you have a PC nearby?”
“Yes, we tried connecting it to the same port, and it was working fine.”
“Can you go to your PC please and tell me the operating system?”

At this point, I did the raise-one-eyebrow thing.  I’m pretty good at it.

“Sir,” the CSR said, “can you please open your command prompt?”

At this point, I knew exactly what the “solution” was going to be, and sat and watched, in horror, as the CSR explained to my customer how to spoof his PC’s MAC address onto his Xbox, on my network.  I have multiple problems with this solution.

1: The solution didn’t work.  In fact, the computer working on the same Ethernet port that the Xbox was not getting a connection on should’ve been a red flag to the CSR, indicating that the problem was with the Xbox.  They call it the “physical” layer because you know there is something “physically” wrong with the device when it doesn’t show a “physical” connection, capice?

2: Our network, like many university networks, uses MAC authentication and bypassing, and trying to “fool” it causes problems.  Our equipment does not take kindly to multiple devices acting like one device, and our CSRs are not trained, nor should they be, to look for this issue if someone is being continually kicked off the network because our management server doesn’t know what the fuck, which brings me to my next and most important point.

3: The user doesn’t know what they’re doing.  There was no explanation on the part of Microsoft on what the user was actually doing with their actions.  If the user doesn’t understand what they’re doing in the first place, there’s no way they’re going to know how to undo it, which creates more problems than it solves.  This “solution” is actually a terrible, terrible customer service philosophy.

Let’s say, for example, one of my customers called Microsoft support, not knowing for some reason that they can register their device online, or call our call center, and the CSR led him through the spoofing process.  Great!  It works!  For…a few minutes.  Then he calls us because he keeps getting kicked off, and we look like crap because our CSRs cant figure out the problem, because they’re not trained to, and the customer doesn’t know or understand what he did, and ends up even more frustrated.

So now both companies look bad, and he has a broken Xbox, which, I think, is the price of putting a bandaid on a bullet hole.

4: Maybe it’s the “networking guy” part of me, but telling students to spoof their MAC addresses generally doesn’t sit right with me.  If this is really what Microsoft thinks about network security, why should I buy their products?

Or, maybe I’m just becoming paranoid.  Fuck it, I’m moving to Wyoming.  NOBODY CAN GET ME THERE.

Ahh, That’s the Stuff

Time is relative. It’s one of the most important lessons being a member of the working world has taught me. The lunch hour moves by at death-defying speed. One moment, it’s 12:00. I’ve barely taken the first bite of my sandwich. It’s 1:15. Fuck.

And then, at about 3:30, it happens. I call it “the void.” Time stops. The world stagnates. The phone does not ring. There is no new email. For a moment, I am unplugged, disconnected. I feel my consciousness blur, I am no longer an individual, I am dissolving, I see the universe, I am watching the moons dance around Jupiter. Farther out. Uranus, sideways, spins gracefully, its concentric rings immaculate, wheel-like. Farther out. I am at the edge of the galaxy, the burning core of the milky way is becoming dimmer. Farther, I am cold. I am moving faster, I have come to know infinity. Everything — everything has meshed together, there is nothing but metaphysics, and black and white are vague abstractions. There is nothing but gray in the void.

A singularity.

I’m moving faster than light. I can see color again. I’ve turned back.  The stars, the galaxy, Uranus, Jupiter, the belt, Mars, the Moon. Time is spinning. My brain is re-constructing itself, and I realize again that I exist.

My eyes open, and my head comes off of the lip of my desk as I look at my ringing phone.

“Apogee Mary Washington, how can I help you?”

The cheerful voice of my boss echoes through the speaker. In Austin, it’s only 2:30.

“Joseph, how’s it going?”
“Oh, you know.” I stifle a yawn. “Hitting the afternoon slump a bit.”
“Maybe you should do the dew!”
“Yeah, I’ll get right on it. Thanks.”

I walk to the bookstore and peruse the wall-o-stimulants for a while before picking up a $3 can of NOS.

“CAUTION: POWERFUL – Not recommended for children, pregnant women, or people sensitive to caffeine.”

Energy drinks fascinate me, and are worth writing about, since they’ve somehow become permanently entrenched in nerd culture; largely (in my opinion) due to the movie Hackers. “1.48 g(ram) Energy Blend.” Taurine, L-Carnitine, Caffeine, Inositol, Panax ginseng extract. I look at the ingredients on the can, pop the top open, and hesitate momentarily. I briefly review the ingredients in a bottle of Pine-Sol in my head, and take a whiff from the NOS can. I glance again at the ingredients, shrug, and beat “the void” to death – senselessly – with a 16-oz chemical bat. Or do I?

1000 milligrams of taurine per serving, 2 servings per can. I just put 2 grams of what-the-fuck in my body. To give you something to compare it to:

2 Grams of Heroin: ~ $240 according to the DOJ.

A medium-strength dose of Vicodin contains 750mg of paracetamol (Tylenol) and 7.5mg of hydrocodone (the good stuff). If you’ve ever seen a Vicodin pill, they are quite large.

A typical dose of ibuprofen is 400mg.

This is a 80mg pill, even it is of size in my man-hands:

PILLS HERE

PILLS HERE

At any rate, 2 grams of taurine, and practically a gram of the other shit. What is it all, exactly? I discovered while writing this that reading Wikipedia articles about any sort of drug or chemical will inevitably result in the “black hole” effect and (unless you’re a doctor) total confusion. To quote the article on taurine:

“…has been implicated in a wide array of physiological phenomena including inhibitory neurotransmission, long-term potentiation in the striatum/hippocampus, membrane stabilization,feedback inhibition of neutrophil/macrophage respiratory burst, adipose tissue regulation…”

FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU thanks a lot, graduate students.

The comprehensible parts actually label taurine as a relatively beneficial chemical, but also list it as “major constituent of bile,” which, as you may know, is also a major constituent in the color of our shit. That’s right, you’re drinking your own intestinal fluids. Well, whatever. They also use it to make contact lens solution.

Down the list, we find “L-Carnitine,” 400mg per can. Back to Wikipedia, the article makes even less sense, and also makes me feel even guiltier about getting a D in biology. Thanks a lot, Dr. Temple.

Anyway, after reading the article, I’ve come to the conclusion that L-Carnitine doesn’t really do anything, except possibly, possibly improving the health and quality of sperm; something I’ve never really had to worry about. It also might be helping people who have type II diabetes, but I somehow doubt that people with type II diabetes are drinking NOS energy drink. It is banned for sale (though not possession) in Canada, and after visiting several websites about it, I could find no FDA-approved information endorsing its potential effects.

Next on the list, caffeine, 260mg per can. Enough to give me a slight headache 2 hours after consumption. Everyone knows what caffeine is. I’m not talking about it. It’d be like telling a group of Star Wars nerds that Ewoks live on Endor and that Carrie Fisher “was sure hot” in that slave outfit.

Next is Inositol, 200mg per can. Inositol is synthesized naturally by the human body, but can help those suffering from bipolar disorder. However, 200mg is just enough to do absolutely nothing for you. They also put it in shampoo. NOS, rinse, and repeat.

Finally, ginseng, 100mg per can. I’m just going to quote wiki on this:

“This ingredient may also be found in some popular energy drinks: usually the ‘tea’ varieties or functional foods. Usually ginseng is in subclinical doses and it does not have measurable medicinal effects.”

I’ve seen information in a Men’s Health article which cites a study saying that ginseng may boost your brainpower, but I’m skeptical.

It doesn’t mention it on the NOS can, but because it’s such a popular additive, I’ll write it in: “guarana” is just another way of saying “caffeine,” the guarana seed just has a high concentration of the stuff.

So…where’s the energy really coming from? Caffeine and sugar. The rest of it is bogus. I bought six cans of different energy drinks for $17…almost $3 a can, that I could’ve pissed away (get it? HAAAAAAAAA) on Coca-Cola for far, far less.

And if you follow the history of energy drinks, it becomes more apparent that it’s marketing smoke and mirrors. IRN-BRU, the sort of “original” energy drink, which came out in Scotland (“Iron Brew” sounds much better if said in a thick Scottish accent, go ahead, try it) in 1901, through Lucozade, Jolt Cola, Josta, and Surge, didn’t bother with the additives and stuck with the “RAARG WE HAVE SUGAR AND CAFFEINE” advertising method. The notable exception is (this is not a drug, really) Lipotivan, a Japanese drink which came out in the 60s, which experimented with taurine as an energy supplement.

And from what I remember, Surge tastes pretty good, as does Jolt, which is ultimately what it’s all about. How does it taste?

I went to 7-11 to find out. Tune in next week for my taste tests. With pictures! Climactic conclusion! ENERGYYYYYY!

Who’s Laughing Now?

Today’s post is not directly about the Internet, technology, Web2.0, video games, scripting, cable standards, or the wide, wide world of being a defense contractor.  I do feel, however, that the “web culture” (nerds) will find it the most poignant.  Today’s entry is about revisiting childhood.

When I was a kid, I watched a lot of fucking TV.  Like, a lot.  Interestingly, I don’t watch any TV now except for Battlestar Galactica (which I’m way behind on and own only on DVD) and Spongebob Squarepants, which ought to give you some insight on the kind of person I am.  At any rate, the “glory days” were filled – FILLED – with Nickelodeon.  If it was on Nick, I watched it.  Rugrats, Ren & Stimpy, Salute Your Shorts, Wild & Crazy Kids, Legends of the Hidden Temple, Hey Arnold, Kenan & Kel.  Frasier?  Nope.  Seinfeld?  Never.  Everybody Loves Raymond?  Negative.  Family Matters?  I didn’t do that.  Full House?  Not today.  Virgin?  22 and going strong.  Cartoon Karma, maybe?

A big one for me was Doug.  Doug was one of my favorites.  Doug is an “every man.”  I knew a lot of adults who liked Doug, as he is a very real, human character.  Ironically, he is the only person on the show who has that characteristic.

To show the contrast, I typed “Doug Funnie Characters” into Google Image Search, an action I quickly came to regret as I succumbed to a wave of nausea and horror.  SafeSearch is indeed off.

I was able to narrow it down:

Seriously, what the fuck is going on with this guy?

You can look at Roger Klotz and inherently know he’s an antagonist, which is cool, but he’s green and apparently has hair made out of bacon.

Not so with our hero:

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An average, everyday young man, slightly pudgy, with a big heart.  That’s what American children need.  They have GI Joe and the Transformers.  They need an equalizer, someone they can truly relate to in the world.  Optimus Prime is a great role model, but he’s made of metal and can turn into a truck, and can shoot lasers, a slightly unrealistic goal if you’re 8.  Doug Funnie: the Emblem of American Childhood.  Or is he?

I was sent a link to The Orange Splat, a Nicktoon archive/repository (which apparently was shut down by Viacom less than an hour ago, so god dammit), and watched an episode a while back on a whim, just for fun.  The episode was called “Doug’s Got No Gift.”  After watching it, and several more episodes of Doug, I saw him for who he really was.  The true face of Doug Funnie.

lenin010605nv9Maybe I’m crazy, but after watching several episodes of the show, I’m convinced that Nickelodeon is getting under-the-table funding from the reds.  Here’s the plot synopsis from Wikipedia:

“Doug unintentionally spends all of his money on a video arcade game ‘Bag a Neematoad’, and now he can’t buy Patti a beetball as a birthday present. So Mrs. Dink gives Doug the idea of making a gift for Patti, and all Doug hopes is that she’ll like it.”

What it should say:

Doug goes to the mall in order to try and find Patti a birthday present.  His idea is to buy her a high-end, name-brand beetball (rugby ball), but he is enticed and distracted by the flashing lights and sounds of the “Bag a Neematoad” arcade game.  After several exciting rounds, Doug becomes obsessed with getting a high score, and discovers that he has spent all his money, and cannot afford the expensive gift.  Mrs. Dink tells doug to make a gift for Patti.  Doug makes her a homemade beetball holder, which Patti loves, after she receieves several varieties of high-end, name-brand beetballs.  Patti tells Doug the holder was her favorite birthday gift this year.

In other words:

hammer_sickle_cleanSubliminal messages from this episode:

- Malls are crowded places with lots of distractions, all of which revolve around consumption.  By going to a mall, you will undoubtedly spend all of your money.

- Competition for dollars (capitalism) caused Doug to spend all of his money on a flashy arcade game.  Competition is bad.

- Success (being at the top of the high score list) is a function of how many dollars you have (how many attempts you make at the game).  It can be inferred that competiton (more importantly, being on top) is bad.

- Without dollars, the individual is powerless to achieve success (Doug can’t afford to buy the gift).

- Mrs. Dink is the absolute antithesis to Mr. Dink.  Mr. Dink is rich and eccentric, and buys “very expensive” but incredibly impractical gadgets that consistently do not work.  Mrs. Dink is a consistent voice of reason in the Dink family, and always suggests a sensible alternative.  By suggesting to Doug that he make the gift, Mrs. Dink is empowering the worker, and dissuading him from excessive consumption, which ultimately leads to failure.

- Patti favors Doug’s practical gift over the designer beetballs, handing another clear victory to the worker.  Moreover, Doug’s gift is a beetball holder, possibly inferring that the rich are nothing without the workers to “hold them up.”

In other words: don’t spend money.  Competition is bad, capitalism is bad, and  consumption leads to failure.  In the end, only the workers are truly successful in their plight, and they ultimately hold more power than the bourgeoisie.

I realize this may sound completely insane, but watch, if you can, several more of the Doug episodes, and you see this pattern repeat over and over and over.  I especially recommend “Doug Inc,” ‘Doug Runs,” and “Doug’s Career Anxiety.”  Doug Funnie, have you no decency?

Of course it’s all moot now, since apparently Viacom shut down The Orange Splat.  Fuck you, Viacom.  Anyway, I am not a communist or socialist, (unless, of course, the damage has already been done) but this is what I’ve seen, and this is what I think.  Take it for what you will.

I was originally going to title this post “Doug Funnie is Communist Twaddle,” largely because I’ve never really gotten a chance to use the word “twaddle,” but I didn’t want anyone to think this post was about another Twitter client.  Oh God.

Seriously?

I’m buying a new car in a month and a half or so…hopefully.  A Honda Civic Si.

Since vanity plates are only $10 in VA, I’ve been looking into getting one.  My current plate says MWNERD.

Suddenly, I had a revelation, but god dammit, THE PLATE WAS ALREADY TAKEN.

I would shake this man’s hand.

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The New Facebook is a Sack of Shit

I do several things when I wake up in the morning.  Several of them involve my computer.

1. Press Snooze
2. Press Snooze
3. Stare at Ceiling
4. Check Email / Twitter / Facebook / Fark
6. Look Outside Window for Soviets / Zombies / Satin-Clad Nymphs
7. “Damn.  Damn.  Damn.” 

The rest of my AM routine is a variable combination of showering, pop-tarts, and dwelling on my past.

I got to the “Internet” part this morning, and let out a grunt of frustration; Facebook changed their homepage again, for the 9,000th time in less than a year.  ”The new home page” has been in the pipe for a while now.  Typically, things become nicer when they’re updated, like the new iPod Shuffle or Xbox 360 OS.  New features, new functionality.

Mark Zuckerberg and his posse of Facebook cronies, on the other hand, sit around their carbon-fiber conference table and have the following conversation:

MZ: “As you all know, the essence of Web2.0 lies in usability and the ‘architecture of participation.’  Our strategy has always been to make major updates to Facebook which are universally hated by our users, who create groups devoted to how shitty our site is.  See, when our members attempt to actually get ‘50,000 AGAINST THE NEW FACEBOOK,’ we actually draw more traffic.  

Cronie: “Of course, by the time they get that many people in the group, they’ve forgotten what they were upset about in the first place.”

MZ: “Exactly.  By creating an endless, self-serving cycle of shit, we make ourselves the common enemy of the people.  It’s the most effective participatory community in existence: one based entirely on people’s bitching.  Last month’s ToS update was just too effective; I guess our users don’t want us to take ownership of their information, even though we practically own most of them.”

Cronie 2: “But we’ve already removed filters, browsing, sorting, network statistics, searching by major, and generally made the site crowd the browser window with huge amounts of crap, thereby completely eliminating anyone who has a netbook from viewing it…how can we make Facebook even more useless, but doubly addictive?

MZ: “Let’s just make it look and behave exactly like Twitter.”

To his credit, Gardner Campbell actually got me thinking about this when he posted about the alarming similarity to Facebook this morning.

I’m going to post screenshots here; I want you to notice that they use the same font.

 

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twitter sample

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Facebook, again, goes the extra mile, and fills the page with more clutter than I, or any mortal, can comprehend, and I have a widescreen laptop.

 

i've seen better finger painting

i've seen better finger painting

You actually have the option of hiding the people who show up in the twit…facebo..whatever the fuck it is…feed, too, which pisses me off as well, especially because you can’t hide the “suggestions” given to you by the actual site.  If you don’t want me to show up in your feed, why are you friends with me?  If you don’t even care what I write about in my FB posts, you’re not going to care when I get pinned by a statue.  And if I did get pinned by a statue, I’d tweet about it first.

“about 2 die.  crushed by marble dong.  edwin, take xbox.”

Am I going to deactivate my Facebook account?  No, but that shit sucks, and my reasons for going to Facebook have now been reduced to looking at Brad’s profile images and rejecting friend requests from people I knew in high school.

If anyone sees their name up on my screenshots and wants it removed, I’ll blur it out, but I think sanctity of name is complete BS.  Just don’t unfriend me.

“Fun” With Breakups and Web 2.0

Most of you who know me know, correctly, that I take this stuff pretty hard.  My girlfriend split up with me last night.  In retrospect, it wasn’t a bad breakup.

I’ve decided to use Web2.0 as an outlet for my grief.  I don’t know if this should make me more or less depressed.

I listen to The Streets.  One of his songs is called “Dry Your Eyes, Mate.”  It’s a wrencher.

Dry Your Eyes Mate

It’s a pretty good summary of about how I’m feeling right now.  The next step was to pull a blog post about Wordle from Jerry.  Wordle is a tag cloud generator.  I didn’t really know how to explain a tag cloud, so I went to Wikipedia for an answer.  If a tag cloud for a web page describes its content, the tag cloud for a person describes how they feel.

Dry Your Eyes, Mate

Dry Your Eyes, Mate

Wikipedia, tag clouds, blogs, youtube, and a notification of a new post via twitter.

(None of which she checks, I’m not an asshole.)

It’s both heartbreaking and encouraging to know that relationships don’t work like this: small pieces loosely joined.