On Mj and the Iran Election

Hello. Lets talk about the state of news as of today.

Don’t worry. This’ll be quick.

Updates in the NHWS and UNB Worlds

For those of you who don’t know, I am one of the co-founders of No Heart Warming Stories.

No Heart Warming Stories (or N.H.W.S. for short) is a small group of authors, artist, programmer, etc. who…well, we really have nothing to show for ourselves. All I can say is we’re working on Cocytus Investigations and started a little side project on the side known as Zombilight, which is exactly what it sounds like on the tin. Of course, both the Cocytus Devblog and Zombilight blog are hosted off site at Blogger because, while I love WordPress, Blogger is more required for these kinds of project blogs.

I mean, its mostly that WordPress doesn’t support custom themes and customized widgets unless you use the WordPress suite. But thats a topic for another day. After all, this is my own personal blog and I wouldn’t change it for much.

Much.

Anywho, both of those projects are in their infancy. Hell, its been about a year since Cocytus started and we’re still cranking out rough drafts. I suppose those of you who are interested will be checking that out.

There’s also my status as a member of UNB Studios, or UNBS for short. While I’m overseas, I’ll be providing the occasional hand held review for them, seeing as, uh, all I have available are handhelds.

So, the world of GWT is busy. Kind of. If that counts as busy.

Does anybody even really care? Thanks for caring.

Expect weekly updates more often here and bi-weekly or so at the site of Cocytus and Zombilight. UNB, well…it’ll get updates as I produce, I guess.

How to give Facebook the Finger

1| Log on to do the nifty Username Thing in an attempt to become GWT the Blob.

2| Realize Facebook haet 3-character names.

3| Rage. Instead, go against the entire idea of “making it easy to find you” by making a horribly complex, cosmic-horror-esque name.

4| GuzulamagelWirithtlagTiamabtyh.

On OpenID (Or: GWT The Blob)

Haha, it’s been a while since I last updated this! You thought I forgot you existed, didn’t you, blog-whom-no-one-reads.
Anyway, straight to the point. Today I wanna talk about OpenID.

What is OpenID you ask?

Imagine an internet where you only need one log in, one password. You have the same identity everywhere you go. If you’re someone somewhere, you’ll be that same person somewhere else. Its a huge hive mind system for you, where you can be LinkSword### all over the internet.

It slowly has been intergrated everywhere. Even Facebook is now supporting it. What does this mean?

Well, it means I am GWT all the time everywhere. Between here (WordPress), Facebook, Twitter, LastFM, and hundreds of other places. Not including the added potential involved with Facebook Connect.

In fact, some of you are reading this on Facebook right now.
And some of you are noticing my Twitter updates change my Facebook Status.
At the same time, the tweets are published here on the blog.
Lets say it simply: I am GWT everywhere and everywhere has a portion of GWT.

I AM LEGION.

On Love

Lets do something out of character f0r me. Lets talk about something sweet, something everyone enjoys to have.

Lets talk about love.

On airplane travel…

I love to travel.

Well, no. I don’t love to travel, really. It cost money. I don’t like spending money, and yet I have to if I want to travel. So I have a love hate relationship with it. I like to travel, but I don’t like to pay for travel. But I sure love me some airplanes.

Maybe its the fact an 18 hour trip becomes two hours. Maybe its the whole looking out the window and watching the clouds. Or in flight snacks. I love in flight snacks. In flight meals are also awesome, but those only show up when traveling internationally for me, because I’m a cheap ass and if I have to pay for an in flight meal, I’ll just bring some gummi bears along instead.

MmmMmm. Gummi Bears.

Anyway, a plane is fast. And you get to see clouds. But there’s also an issue or two.

See: When your butt falls asleep.
Oho boy, is that a feeling. There’s nothing worse than having your ass go so numb that its unconscious. More specifically, one cheek. One cheek and maybe half of your thigh. And its that kind of sleep that its not numb or tingly, but hurts. Oh god, does it hurt.
So you squirm in your seat. Sure, taking a walk would work that right out, but you get up and walk around a plane and people start thinking you’re a terrorist and then the stewardess you thought was cute is pepper spraying you in the eyes and some guy stabs you with a pen and before you know it, the CIA is asking you where Osama Bin Laden in.

So you sit there and squirm, trying to get comfortable without accidentally elbowing the old woman next to you in the face. It doesn’t work. So your ass is trying to escape your body for the remainder of the flight. Oh, and now you have to pee.

Needless to say, its unpleasant.

There’s also what I like to call cycling. The constant on-off of sleep. You sleep, but its impossible to get comfortable. So you crane your neck and when you finally get to sleep, you wake right back up and you’re back where you started. Only now, there’s a crick in your neck. And a hand print on your face, assuming you used that to prop your chin up.

Though, I suppose you wouldn’t have this problem if you’re one of those weirdos that sit at the window the entire flight and point at how pretty all the lights are to everyone on the plane. Don’t get me wrong, it is pretty, but I and most of the other normal people in the world don’t care.

Like I said, though. I love airplanes. I sure as hell don’t intend to drive myself home every time I get the chance to visit. That’s a long drive, man. And my sense of direction is bad. So, air travel it is.

And maybe, just maybe, someday I’ll get a cute stewardess who isn’t too shy about the Mile High Club. Maybe. Doubtful. But it’s worth a shot.

Still really expensive, though.

A Fundamental Problem With Classic Literature

A moment of your time please. This will only take a brief moment. In fact, hold your breath.

Just one big breath. This shouldn’t take any longer than you can hold your breath. Maybe longer. Give me one breath and two minutes and this should be resolved.

You holding your breath yet? Good. Let’s begin.

I’m sure you’ve all heard it at some point. Someone you know or maybe even someone you don’t know has said it. It’s been a comon phrase for a while now for some innane reason, so I doubt you’ve gone your entire adult life, or even you whole adolescent life, without hearing it once.

My gripe is with this phrase:

“Oh my god, it’s so romantic. They’re like Romeo and Juliet!”

Well…

Its about time for me to disconnect everything.
For those of you who have been reading, its time for me to go. For the next year (possibly plus 6 months), I shall be in Afghanistan.

See you when I get back.

On QR Codes and Laser Tag

So, I was browsing the internet when I discovered this thing:

Do you know what this is? Well, try holding your Cellphone camera up to it. It might not work without special software, but try it anyway. Did anything happen?

Well, regardless if it triggers anything or not, I”m sure you’ve seen these, be it in a magazine or on the internet or maybe on a wall or perhaps in a store. This, ladies and gentlemen, is a QR Code.

What is a QR Code? Its a special bar code that holds information, be it a website, text message, a note, or even a phone number. Basically, by scanning it with your cellphone camera — or maybe even your computer’s camera — you can get information instantly.

Some cellphones can do it right away. Others can do it after installing a program or two. Either way, its an amazing way to send and recieve information.

It also makes for a great game of laser tag.

Digging up old stuff…

Was looking through emails in an old account when I found this gem that I wrote for…something. It’d be a shame to not put it somewhere, so–

「SURVIVE?」

Without any fan fare, without going wild,  the word “tranquility” is close to my love
To anticipate how people act? To live so plainly? Even with that, remember you can’t escape the law

“It’s pleasant, isn’t it?” By saying such a thing, the clapping of the hands seem to call me to dance
But how can that be? Can I not see it? Over time I’ve fallen in love with the demon called “fame”

The goals we work toward are the same, the flowers bloom at a high price
We have to struggle on like this, or else our paths will differ

In the world of endless white, I take a vow
“Until I burn to ashes, even if in obscurity, I’ll never show my tears”
The white snow flutters about in this world as I begin to ask questions
The meaning of success, and my own influence

Ethics are important, and minding your manners, “The ordinary” is what I call love
Despite this, how can this be? Am I not here? The eternal demon “fame” is always loved

The demon residing in my heart appears quickly
Can my hand reach for what I desire? Can dreams really come true?

In the world of endless darkness, I cry out
“I’ll cast aside this bothersome reason at once, now, let’s go on!”
The white snow flutters about in this world as I begin to ask questions
The meaning of justice, and my own influence

Straight to the point, “Fuck you all!” is the thought you have since you just can’t take it anymore
But even when you fall into the abyss, you can claw your way back to heaven

In the world of endless space, I take a vow
“Until I burn to ashes, even if we die in obscurity, I’ll never show my tears”
The white snow flutters about in this world as I begin to ask questions
The meaning of life, and my own influence

Sounds kind of Emo. Must’ve been writing about a rock group or something…