Wednesday, April 29, 2009

OBJECTIVE 1: Calculate Comprehensive Income via Cash Flow Hedge method to GET TO DAH CHOPPAH!

Yesterday, I studied for 12 consecutive hours for an Advanced Accounting test. Last night, I had a nightmare that I was a commando, vastly outnumbered by the enemy, hiding in the bushes of a Microsoft Excel document and trying to follow a route of complex equations to get out alive. I cannot even begin to explain exactly how that worked


I still couldn’t finish all of the test before it was time to leave, much less go back and check my work. [edit: My grade on this test, as well as on next week's final, will determine whether I get to keep my scholarship]



Bleh. I’ll post again after finals week.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Jubilation!

8 GB of DDR2
Quad-core, at 2.5 Ghz, 6MB cache

Nvidia 9800 GT with 2 GB

A second monitor (that was apparently in my basement the whole time)

Yay.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Video Game Zen

Here’s another nifty game that can be picked up for a pithy ten dollars on Xbox Live: Ikaruga. It’s a clever re-imagining of the old-school top-down shooter.

The game is 2D, and you have a bird’s eye view of the action as you pilot a ship through a futuristic battlefield. There is an impressive variety of enemies, but they all come in one of two forms, dark and light. Your ship can switch between dark and light forms. In dark form, you will do extra damage to light enemies, and you can absorb any attacks from dark enemies and use the energy to fire a special homing laser, which can just about wipe the screen when fully charged. Your light form has the opposite advantages.

Simplicity itself, really. Turn dark to escape shots from dark enemies, turn light to escape shots from light enemies. Of course, when there are twenty or thirty enemies on screen firing a mix of light and dark shots at you, it becomes impossibly complex to know when to switch, and when to dodge.

I’ve just felled the game’s final boss, and I believe that in those final moments, I experienced what can most accurately be described as a video game zen. The final boss was launching wave after wave of missiles, lasers, and bullets at me, alternating between light and dark too fast for me to keep up. And then I reached a point where I just couldn’t consciously follow his attacks anymore. But I kept dodging them. As if my hands had a life of their own, I swerved, dipped, and shifted at all the right times. In my mind, it was perpetually three seconds ago, and by the time I realized that I hadn’t died yet, some ethereal force had guided my hand to dodge several attacks I hadn’t noticed, counterattacking in perfect rhythm.

And so, I bring you today’s vocabulary term:

Video game zen: A phenomenon whereby the complex process of interpreting visual stimulus, conceiving a response within the context of the game, translating that contextual response into the requisite physical response, and enacting that physical response, is all performed continuously without any identifiable cognitive effort.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Nothing Special

“Welcome to Sega, may I take your order?”

“Yes, I’d like an ENORMOUS amount of violence and a few gallons of blood, with a side of mediocre play control? Oh, and could you wrap it all up in some only-slightly-cliché-at-this-point, Sin City-esque black-and-white-with-red-blood comic book presentation?”

“Certainly, sir. Would you like any plot with that?”

“No, thank you.”

“Alright sir, one copy of Madworld for the Nintendo Wii coming right up. That will be $40 and one boring and completely overlong (but still fairly brief) tutorial sequence.”

“No problem.”

“All right sir, Steven Blum will be right out with your order!”

And that’s all I have to say about Sega’s Madworld for the Nintendo Wii.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

On the Rain-Slick Precipice of Darkness

So I’ve just wrapped up episode 1 of Startling Developments quirky little RPG, “On the Rain-Slick Precipice of Darkness.” For the uninformed, Startling Developments is owned by Gabe and Tycho, the artist and writer for Penny Arcade.

This game is very… unique. It’s an RPG, but shorter than most first person shooters. It was made on a budget, but it seems to have received more polish than most big-budget epic masterpieces. It costs $10, and yet I enjoyed it more than games that ran me six times that amount.

The combat mechanic is probably unlike anything you’ve played before, unless you played a little-known sci-fi title from back in the 90’s called Septerra Core, because it’s exactly like that. Each character has the option of using an item, attacking, or using a special attack, but to use any of those three you have to wait on a battle timer to indicate the character is ready. The timer for items takes each character a second or two. The attack timer is a little bit longer, but not much. The special attack timer has the longest wait, and if you don’t perform the attack properly it will fail. It’s not going to blow your mind, but it keeps the game relatively fun and challenging just long enough.

The story is an ADD-ridden little diddy about violence and dark gods. It all begins with “a perfect morning, on a perfect day, in front of your perfect house, in the mostly-perfect city of New Arcadia.” Before long, a giant fruit-raping robot has crushed your house, and you take up a rake and vow revenge. Gabe and Tycho will soon join you, and together you fight some robots, kill some hobos, assist in some urinology experiments, and infiltrate an evil cult of mimes. All along the way, the creator’s have infused their quite singular brand of humor.

One of the big ideas behind the game is that instead of charging you $50 and then dragging the RPG out for hours on end with pointless dungeon delving to give you the impression that you’re getting your money’s worth, the game only costs about ten dollars and will last about as many hours, maybe a bit more.

This game is actually only the first episode in a series, but it functions perfectly fine as a self-contained game. I would strongly recommend this with anyone that has $10 to spare. I say that, because it is available for ten dollars.

I have a job now. I park cars. Woo. I do not make enough money in a night of work to eat lunch at the restaurant I work at. This actually works out quite well, because this means that the restaurant I work at is customed by very wealthy people, and wealthy people occasionally tip well. Unfortunately, it would seem the wealthy pay very little attention half the time. All too frequently, I will be sanctimoniously handed a five dollar bill and told to “put her in a good spot” by some fellow who did not notice that the valet service costs $5.25, and my “tip” would actually be made up by the difference between that and what was paid. It would be rude to point this out, and I’m not going to call somebody out on a quarter, but it does grate the nerves that I’m paying them to park their car. Still, I’m making 7.50 an hour on top of tips, and at least once every night there’s been a fiver or ten dollar tip, and at the end of it all I usually make 20-30 bucks in tips a night.

School continues to be a royal pain in the ass. I love the stuff I’m studying, but damn it’s a lot of work. And it won’t be over any time soon. The next break I take from classes will come at Thanksgiving. My interim summer session starts the Monday after my last final, and that will be a single class, for ten hours a week. With one of the toughest professors on the face of the planet. Seriously, dude’s scary. Knows his business like some kind of genetically engineered super-professor, but he’s scary.

The Monday after that final, the summer session begins, and I will be squeezing two classes into as many months. The Monday after those finals, I start my fall semester, and I’m taking a full course load of 12 graduate classes. Once THOSE finals are done, however, I will have only two classes standing between myself and a Master’s Degree. That final semester, I should have ample time to prepare for the CPA exam, so I should be about done with school and tests by the time next year.

Theo, Evan, and Terra. If you happen to be cleaning up, and come across Stranger in a Strange Land, and it isn’t your Stranger in a Strange Land, it’s my Stranger in a Strange Land. I can’t seem to find it. Shame, too, because I’m about done with the other book I picked up that day and I’ve already figured out how everything’s going to end. If anybody’s considering reading the Mass Effect books, let me warn you that it was just a touch sloppy. Typos and grammatical errors are just a bit too frequent to forgive, even for me. The story and the action sequences are good enough, but they wasted a lot of verbiage on poor explanations of how the world works. Physical descriptions feel like abrupt asides. This guy was better off writing for game than an actual novel.

Out of deference to the antisocial teenager I was in high school, I will be going to see Dragonball: Evolution tonight. Disturbingly enough, I have found a group of people my own age that will be going with me. I’ll spare everybody the details unless it somehow impresses me, but in that case I’ll be too busy blogging about the actual End of Days to blog about its preempting signs.

Last thing: Go watch There Will be Brawl. Do it.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Everything I know is wrong.

In this life, we are born knowing very little. We have a rudimentary knowledge of how to breath. Crying and screaming apparently comes naturally as well. Most babies have also expressed acute awareness of the fact that “it’s fuggin cold out here!”

The point is, we don’t start out with a great understanding of the world around us. We have to learn things as they go. Now, imagine trying to understand advanced physics before you pass a basic high school science course. It’s not going to make a lot of sense, and for the most part, you’re not going to understand any of it. If pressed, you’ll probably draw the wrong conclusions more often than not.

Well, sometimes I think life’s like that. You don’t really learn things about the world in any particular order. For this reason, we should always be ready to find out that we were bass-ackwards wrong about things from time to time. Be that as it may, there are some truths which are hard to accept.

DesCartes theorized once that for all we know, everything we experience is the produce of an evil demon that controls our thoughts. For this reason, nothing we know is absolutely sure, except that we exist. This is a good theory, and can be extrapolated practically almost every day. But still, we all know that there isn’t an evil demon controlling our thoughts. Well, probably not, but I digress. The point is, even though it is theoretically possible that up is down and blue is red and the universe is truly overseen by a flying spaghetti monster, there is a significant difference from accepting such a possibility and actually discovering that a belief that you have held to be infallible was never, ever true.

From time to time, some people may have one of those revelations that make them step back and go “wow, if I was wrong about this, every single thought or opinion I’ve ever had is now in question. If this wasn’t a sure thing, nothing ever could be.” It’s an emotional and psychological gutshot that can stay with you for a lifetime, and sometimes even drive you insane. I’ve recently had such a revelation.

While listening to the radio this morning, I learned that the lead singer of The Silver Sun Pickups is a man. That’s right, that’s a dude. Apparently, the female bassist only provides backup vocals.

I have to wait until I can get home tonight and youtube one of their shows to confirm all this, but if it is true, the very fabric of my reality will be called into question. When this happened to DesCartes, he ended up talking to his horse and hiding his feces in a dresser drawer. If that happens to me, if anyone wants to keep reading my blog, they’ll have to find whatever it is that horses use for an internet.

This has been…
BS