FloofyDoug
Just so much Floof!
Dream Girl
On a summer day, she might roll down the window to draw sine waves with her hand as we drive through back roads.
And she might turn and say, “Did you know lift is caused by excited air molecules trying to high-five you?” And I’d probaby nod.
She might be bilingual and might know a pinch of French and Spanish from her travels. She might carry a picture of her host family from when she was abroad. And when asked how she learned some Japanese she says with a straight face that Canaan and Shingeki no Kyojin are her favorite anime. She is a daring skier and when I try to tell her that snowboarding is better she might say, “Bullshit. Snowboards produce more drag. Try to keep up.”
She is a master of skills that I am unfamiliar with and will play the guitar ontop of the rock I am climbing. She might look at the planes in the distance and ask how they truly got there. And I’d probably shrug and say, “Aeronautics or high-fives.”
At the restaurant she might order the Cabernet and might comment that it is not as good as the one she had in Bordeaux. Then we might make plans for the week and she would remind me where I might have parked. On the way back, while listening to “Guns For Hands” she will explain how 21 Pilots got their name, even though I told her that last week.
She might prefer Henry Thoreau over Sartré, but we can both agree Chris McCandless was a heroic fool. And when I suggest to go biking, she tells me to fix her rear tire because it has a flat from the triathlon last week.
Best of all, she would keep a dream journal and together we could explore a much more interesting world than the one we found each other in.
Mental Lifting
Here is a another thought intensive meditation exercise I”ve come up whilst trying to sleep:
Imagine a shape with 1 line. Then, right next to it , imagine two lines forming a right_angle, then add another line to make a third shape a triangle… continue to add lines while keeping track of the original shapes in the order that you’ve created them. If you ever lose focus once and a wild giraffe distracts your thoughts, you are UNDISCIPLINED.
I managed to get up to 16 shapes after several attempts and decided to form 4 rows of 4 objects. Forming these shapes in a straight line made the objects too small for the vantage point I was using.
A Short Story While On the Toilet
A Rockclimber, a Doctor, and a Pedophile are in the hospital on their deathbeds when God visits them. God says, “My children, I will grant you another 24 hours to live in good health. Do what makes you happy.”
The Pedophile frowns, and mutters. “Oh boy. I’m so fucked.”
Last night I went on an Anime binge because I couldn’t sleep and ended up watching all 24 episodes of Speed Grapher, a 2005 release from Gonzo, from 2:30 AM until 9:30 AM. It was surprisingly good.
I haven’t become attached to a villain for quite awhile. I wanted Suitengu to win so badly. It was also satisfying watching Ginza become a heart broken mess. I believe that was the first time in Anime where the girl is obsessed over a guy and he completely shuts her down…. besides… Ash Ketchum and Misty. Ginza reminded me of Revy from Black Lagoon except she could express herself a little better.
I liked the simplistic attitude towards corruption and greed and the entire theme being based on fetishes was very entertaining coming from a conversative medium (…published anime in general). Though, several times I kinda just wanted something tragic to happen to Kagura. I’m quite sure the underlying fetish was pedophilia.
And… there were times when the ending theme song: “Hill Of Poppy”
made me feel like crying. I understood none of it, and just closed my eyes. Just the song title itself is sad enough for me to imagine Opium houses and girls working for freedom.
And then there’s this beautiful piano song justly titled: “Sorrow”
I woke up this afternoon and I had to hear both songs again before I could get out of bed. This series was pretty good… while conservative for the topics they discuss I’m glad I got to meet Ginza and Suitengu.
9.5/10, would watch again next week. haha.
Writing Like I Talk
I woke up this morning like sorta—dazed…almost.
Th’ sky was gray and I really didn’t feel like workin. Been workin on how to get Twitter to save to SQLite3 for two days… straight! So i gave up. I remember reading that Chuck…that guy who wrote Fight club—Chuck Palahniuk was writing his next book exactly how he talks. And I was like, “I could do that too.”….Maybe.
So here it goes.
It’s a little difficult to get the meter right, ‘cuz there’re words I mix in out loud, which would look weird in writin, y’know? LIke above… “There’re” … I would probably get a frickin “S” on my english homework in 4th grade if my teacher saw that, but hell I don’t enunciate “there are” verbally. It’s just one air wave vibration physically.
And when I speak… I feel like, most of my sentences are short incomplete ones… broken by pauses. I feel like, I should probably form more complete ones before I say shit.
Well anyways, I restarted WishPanda again. Started from scratch with a different set of technologies… I’m using MongoDB now on a Thin server. Forget SQLite3, the military can have their missile destroyer tech back.
I’ve been having some doubts about like what I should do about money. ‘Cuz like I think I spent like 5 thousand in May alone. Haha…. Gawdammit, spend like a King, Live like a bum.
Womp. I also just bought my return flight back from Cali. Will be flying back August 6th… so I can make it to Otakon—which should be Final Fantasy themed this year. Man… friggin flakers man. Oh well, I’m glad other people have stepped up. Should I be Zell Dincht? It’s kinda hard to do blonde with black hair. I don’t think I could do Cloud justice…and I’ve already done Squall once. mmm…. Cactuar it is. WHOs GUNNA BE TONBERRY?!
Woohoo. The facebook video quality was terrible. this is 1080p.
Strawberries and Nutella
The only thing keeping me from making that wish for total immersion into a Final Fantasy universe or a Game of Thrones world is the sweet red bliss of a strawberry dipped in Nutella.
I swear Nutella must’ve wandered from some sort of wonderful Willy Wonka factory, because reality doesn’t normally taste this good.
Long Polling vs Pushes
Everyone knows what a “For” loop is. Nested “For” loops are the reason why many kids stopped being interested in programming after Java 101.
Today, I switched methods completely for WishPanda.
Before, I was reaching out to Twitter every 5 minutes. I was a begging bitch pestering Twitter “Did you have any new updates about #FloofyDoug?!”…. and for most of the time, Twitter would shake their heads growing 12x more annoyed each hour.
With TwitterStream developed by the good folks over at Intridea, they’ve managed to talk to the Twitter people and made a way so that Twitter can now tell me when there is an update and send it my way so that i don’t have to ask every 5 minutes.
So… basically whenever I get a notification, they’ll push it along my way from their end, and I don’t have be an incessant nagging brat.
Pretty neat stuff! Hop aboard the Wish Train because WishPanda is chugging along!
The Victory Incident
Mars Academy Student ID: 905381646. Tyrell Barrau, a tenth year student taking the Discourse in Battle Formation History. Average course simulation: 12 hours.
Tyrell was standing around French Admiral Pierre-Charles Villenueve’s desk in the captain’s quarters examining the battle plan with several other Spanish captains. The impending battle at Cape Trafalgar would be an important battle for the Napoleonic Wars and for his final exam.
The translation system was a little broken though. Some of the French words that were spoken got mixed with the Spanish, and Tyrell didn’t quite get everything, but it didn’t matter just so long as he memorized the pincer movement he should be fine for the test. He re-boarded the Hermione, and got in his bunk reviewing war plans before the simulator skipped to the next segment.
The drummer boy was pounding the beats of war before Tyrell opened his eyes. He scrambled out of bed just as a cannonball smashed into the side of his ship.
He jumped into his boots yelling, “Aux postes de combat! BATTLE STATIONS, ALLONS-Y!”
Tyrell was on deck. All 27 British ships were there, and his side was down three ships already.
“Load the cannons….and…Fire!” Tyrell watched with dismay as the splashes came short of an oncoming British ship.
Tyrell ordered another round. “LOAD!” But the man standing next to Tyrell had his top half blown off by an oncoming cannonball, leaving a bloody mess and a stumpy leg where he used to be standing. And at that moment, Tyrell felt like he was going to die. He vomited over the side of the ship and gave his new orders.
“Lower the masts! Full sails down! Hâtez-vous de la Caraïbean!” It was time to get the hell outta here.
There was an easterly wind and the British formed a blockade out, so Tyrell veered south. A British ship of a similar build lined itself directly with the Hermione and aimed its cannons. Tyrell had his cannons already loaded several minutes earlier and ordered, “FIRE!” And as luck would have it, like in many simulations, a rare anomaly occurred. All cannonballs met each other in mid-flight leaving a horrific ear-splitting thunder and the Hermione unscathed as it swerved around the blockade straight for the Caribbean.
The Hermione rode through a stormy Atlantic for almost three straight weeks. He didn’t want to die and just kept running. The mast creaked against the winds and yet Tyrell landed in Haiti and alerted the French colony. And on November 11th, 1805 as the French colonists and Tyrell turned around to face the Brits in another naval combat, a giant water spout came ripping from the sky and crippled the British fleet. Tyrell Barrau spent the remaining years of his life on a Haitian sugar cane plantation.
The Professor was at a bar with a colleague when he received a beep on his headset. Student 905381646 was overdue at 18-hours. The Professor pulled up the student’s file to see what went wrong and ejected the simulation with a selection of “Terminal Cancer.”
His colleague was intrigued. “What went wrong?”
“I just had a student beat the Battle at Trafalgar.”
“That’s no news. A freshman can get a perfect score as fuckin’ Lord Nelson blindfolded.”
“No…Tyrell was a Frenchie. He was playing on the losing side.”
“—Whatdahell? And he won?”
The Professor nodded.
“…He didn’t surrender?”
Pessimistic
Suppose time travel is real and in the next era every human has access to the flow and ebb of time. The history written is constantly changing and Our current livelihoods are exactly so because of the actions of the average human’s interaction and edits with time. Suppose…. The time machine doesn’t look like the conventional Back to the Future time machine or some clunky hunk of metal, but history is written much like a Google Doc’s page, where everyone on the internet may alter the course of history, much like how we currently write Wikipedia.
And in this hypothetical situation, writers are constantly editing the history to create and find a better future… and yet, even with an infinite amount of attempts… this world you are living in with its bloody, mangled past is the absolute best scenario humanity could muster thus far. Could you imagine trying to stop Adolf Hitler only to realize that the amount of tragedies suffered from World War 2 with just that many casualties was the exact price to prevent an otherwise inevitable World War 3?
Memorial Day Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut was a prisoner of war and a World War II veteran.
He’s written famous works such as Cat’s Cradle and Slaughterhouse-Five. 
He was a humanist and I consider him one of the greatest thinkers in the post-WWII era.
Some things he has said and written:
“Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say”
”I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can’t see from the center.”
And lastly, here is his vision of the perfect society:
”Human beings will be happier - not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again. That’s my utopia.”
Love Iteration
Like most people I am victim to short-sightedness. Many of us only envision for the “next” meeting, “next” relationship, “next” breakup. And while I guess that is rational from an emotional perspective (I’m sure your heart can only imagine so much) my brain often tells me to step back and try to understand it from a better perspective than how everyone does it:
For( Me = Lonely; Me <= Happy; Me = ((Me - Expectations) + (Me + Experiences) ){
Experience [ ] =>Froyo Date( );
Experience [ ] =>Relationship +1;
Experience [ ] =>Sex(isPregnant?);
Experience [ ] =>Breakup( )
}
And basically that bit up there are some ragtag things that don’t make sense, but it says that while I’m Lonely and until I’m Happy, Do all the experiences listed…. and once an iteration is finished…. lower my expectations and add the experiences.
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My brain wants to forget all that shit. It doesn’t care about that. It is constantly reminding me that Lonely and Happy are chemical imbalances that can be ignored, distracted, and satiated with substitutes. It reminds me that getting stuck in a loop in which others relate Happiness == Their_Significant_Other is a hopeless cause much like if they had related all their happiness to chocolate or video games. There are other stimuli out there that can draw happiness into your life and nobody should ever be stuck in a loop.
I am constantly at a battle with my pragmatic and rational self not to give into the drive. To live in the loop is much like a crack addict trying to find his next high.
But hey, if you think you’re out of the loop… Congratulations! You did it! You’ve been able to keep your impulses and drives to a tolerable level and you’ve managed to tolerate your partner. But… are they out of the loop?
In other news….
The Onion just re-tweeted the AV Club: https://twitter.com/TheAVClub/status/337398787351904256
Ke$ha just drank her own urine. I found it strange that they would retweet actual news.
So… I had to go find the actual article.
Sad to say, they didn’t say how much. Still, she scored higher than me on the SAT’s so… she probably knows something all us less than 1550/1600 dimwits don’t.
