Monthly Archive for April, 2009

The man can’t keep us all down

Last night on my way home from my church’s youth group, I swung by a hotspot to finish downloading the entire collection of Ultimate Spider-Man comics. A torrent, of course. The reason I was using a hotspot is because I’m stuck with crappy dial-up at home.

Anyway, so I go there, launch Transmission, and watch as all my downloads go absolutely nowhere. The only thing moving at all was the latest version of Ubuntu — it was seeding just fine. And HTTP connections were fine, because I watched a couple streaming videos. I know they didn’t block torrents, because I’d used that hotspot just that morning.

After about 15 minutes of fiddling I gave up and went home. Just to check, I tried downloading the torrent there… and it still didn’t work! So I went to thepiratebay.org and discovered: it was down! o_0

This freaked me out a bit, because the owners of TPB just lost a court case and were sentenced to something like 5 years in prison and a 3 million dollar fine. I thought the law had finally caught up with them and shut the site down for good.

But, luckily, it turned out to be nothing more then a broken cable. Whew!

In music news, I suggest you check out the Legend of Zelda soundtrack, heavy-metal style. I would link to it, but I can’t find the damn thing. It was given to me by a friend, so… Jake or Kevin, if you’re reading this, post the link in the comments section. ^_^

EDIT: thank you, Jake. Click here for a zip of it (via MediaFire).

I made a Molotov cocktail!

Continuing with todays theme of death and destruction, I’ve constructed a Molotov cocktail! Er… sort of. Actually it was pretty lame. As Al Qaeda would have said, “Did you hear us? We voted. You’re out of the [terrorist] cell!”

It went like this: I decide to make a Molotov. Don’t ask me why. So I go grab a glass bottle (about 20 oz), a rag, and a can of gas. I fill the bottle with gas, stuff the rag into the bottle, and douse the rag with gas. I lit the rag, and I think I said something like “Gah!” because I’d forgotten how well gas burned. So then I chuck the bottle. It arcs up, trailing flame… then it comes down and hits the ground with a *doink* type of sound, and completely fails to break.

Round two: after putting the rag out (I was smart enough to have a hose standing by) I tried again. Another rag, another (smaller) dousing of gas, another match, another toss… *doink*

DAMMIT.

Round three: got a bigger bottle, on the assumption that A larger surface area would break easier. Poured the gas from the small bottle into the new one, got another rag, etc. Still didn’t break, but the rag fell out and the gas spilled out making a pathetically small and short-lived inferno. I hosed the area down because, as Smokey says: only you can prevent forest fires.

What I learned: Dirt is softer then it looks, and glass is harder then it looks. No wonder all the fun riots are in cities.

Also: screw the Molotov’s, go right for the fireballs. Film Canister Fireball

I’m so doing that once I get some smokeless powder.

Only with a trash can instead of a film canister.

Killing sprees are fun (to read about)!

I was reading about killing sprees the other day. Among a few other interesting items, I came across the article on the Dnepropetrovsk maniacs. For those of you too lazy to read the whole thing (it is pretty long) here’s a summery: two older teenagers randomly decided to kill people. 21 people were murdered before they got caught trying to pawn off a victim’s cell phone.

The interesting part, however, is not the murders. From Wikipedia:

By the eighth grade the three suspects had found some more common ground. “Me and Igor [Suprunyuck ] were both afraid of heights, and we were afraid we’d be beaten up by bullies”, Sayenko stated during questioning. Suprunyuck went looking for advice on getting rid of their fears, which led the two boys to stand on a balcony of their 14th floor apartment for hours, hanging over the railing. This reportedly had a positive effect on their fear of heights.

This, to me, is… well, pretty cool. It’s the logical, scientific way they set about to conquering their fears that impresses me. It’s self-improvement, in the most direct sense — pretty much the base of the post-humanist movement that I’ve been drawn to.

Now, from Wikipedia again:

Hanzha was reportedly the most squeamish of the three. He had blood phobia, and would even refuse to give a bath to his kitten, afraid he might scald it. Suprunyuck suggested tackling the fears by torturing stray dogs. The boys would capture dogs in a wooded area near their house, hang them from trees, disembowel them, and take pictures standing next to the corpses.

Again, logic. This might be poetically called “cold, calculating logic” but it’s still logic. So am I still impressed? I asked myself that question, and myself answered back with another question: can you torture a computer program?

A brain is a lump of organic material carrying electrical signals. These signals form thoughts, feelings, memories, etc. The Blue Brain project has mapped and emulated a rat’s neocortical column, “which can be considered the smallest functional unit of the neocortex (the part of the brain thought to be responsible for higher functions such as conscious thought).”

If I whipped out a rat and tortured it to death at a party, I think most people would be kinda grossed out. But if I whipped out my computer and tortured a simulated rat — even if the simulation was accurate down to the molecular level and, for all intents and purposes, exactly the same as real life — who would really care?

Indeed, who should care? All I’m doing is flipping bits. But when I torture a real rat, am I doing anything more then that? I’m just creating electrical signals in the rat’s brain that tell it to squeal, squirm, die…

So what’s my point? That we should all go out and torture dogs? No. Most people who engage in animal abuse end up doing what two of those kids ended up doing — extending their disregard for life to humans, as well. This is a bad thing, primarily because the more murderers exist in the world, the greater chance of there is of me getting murdered. I plan on staying alive for a long time.

Anyway, I can’t think up a decent conclusion to my ramblings that don’t make me sound like a potential mass murderer, so I’m going to stop right here, and go out and hang off the edge of my balcony.

Back to exercise?

Jogged two miles today and yesterday. Well OK, more like jogged one mile, walked the rest. I’m working my way up.

I’m also trying to do push-ups and crunches whenever I think of it — my goal is to have noticeable abs by the time summer rolls around. I read a couple fitness websites, and they all agreed that you need to have at most 10% body fat before you start seeing your abdominal muscles. To that end I’ve been eating less. Hope I can keep it up, because I’m getting hungry… :(

Doing some work on my game. Found a library that adds an explode() function that does the same thing as PHP’s build-in explode(). I’m going to use this for loading custom levels in my breakout game.

Aaaaaaand there was something else I was going to say but, as usual, I forgot it. Yay. I’m gonna go eat.

Androgynous characters make me question my own sexuality

Guess what day is! Anybody? OK, I’ll tell you — it’s Too Much Damn Information Day (TMDID)!

Evolution: when you see a hot girl, have sex, and produce hot offsprings that can attract a mate. I know that was completely wrong from a technical standpoint, but I never said I was a science major. But it it works within the scope of this blog post, so I’m goin to run with it.

Hotness is not a linear scale along side gender. If hotness decreased the nearer someone someone got to looking like the opposite gender, I wouldn’t be having this problem. No, hotness is at the very least a plane, having both x and y axis. Someone can look like the opposite sex while still maintaining a high degree of hotness.

THIS IS WHERE THE TROUBLES START.

Imagine you’re watching a movie. Actually more to the point, imagine I’M watching a movie. And I see a character, and I’m like, oh hey, he’s hot — DAMMIT.

So, am I gay or something? (Completely random note: I googled “does this make me gay?” and got some interesting hits.)

This is a good question! I asked a Magic 8 Ball and it said “my sources say no.” Now I’m scared. Who the hell are these sources!?

And this marks the ends of TMDID day. Have a nice one!

Happy Easter

Went to church last night, stayed up ’till 2:00, slept, woke up 12 hours later.

Attempted to roast a marshmallow peep (the bunny kind). It caught fire and burned like a propane torch. I had no idea sugar was that flammable.

peep show

peep show

Laptop update

Turns out I either read the thing wrong or they shipped it early. Anyways, it’s on the road and due in on the 13th. This calls for a woot, so… WOOT!

Speaking of shipping did I ever mention my idea of an ICBM delivery system? No?

It goes like this: I submit an order. The instant the order comes in, the people at Amazon (or wherever I ordered from) package it and run it out to their launch pad. They place the package in the payload section of the rocket, and launch it off. According to Wikipedia, average flight time is about half an hour. So, half an hour after ordering my item, the missile shoots overhead, detaching a remote controlled plane/helicopter thing that contains my package. The folks at Amazon guide the craft in for a landing at my doorstep. I collect my package, smile and wave at the camera, and go back inside. A little while later, a cleanup crew arrives to recover the vehicle, and dig the ICBM out of my neighbors house.

Curse you, super saver shipping

As it turns out, my laptop will not be here by Monday — rather, it will be shipped out Monday, and arrive 5–6 days later.

That’s what you get when you try to save money. *Dramatic Sigh*

And that’s all for today, except for this: I’ve been playing a couple DS games a lot recently, so I think I shall put my brain to work and write reviews of them. Stay tuned, mark your calenders, etc.

I bought a laptop

And not from craigslist, either — even after checking back every day hoping for a good deal, I never found one that I felt comfortable buying. So I bought an Eee PC 1000HE from Amazon. Should be here by at least Monday of next week, but hopefully this Saturday.

I read a ton of reviews on it, and it is reputed to be the best netbook on the market. So if it turns out it sucks… I’m going to drive to Seattle and burn down the Amazon HQ. Then I’ll do the same to Asus. Then I might as well head over to DC and take out the White House and the Senate/Congress/Whatever building, in order to express my displeasure with our Government. Come on, Obama, getting a dog is NOT THE SORT OF CHANGE I WANTED WHEN I ELECTED YOU. Gah. America’s political system is insanely fucked up. Two parties… hell, it’s not even that, because there isn’t a single party I know of that wants to put a blanket ban import on everything from China and ban outsourcing — the two things that we need to do to turn this country around.

Anyway. That was kind of a tangent… I got a laptop! Yay for me. I’m going to bed.

‘Night, world.