People have been looking forward to Spore, an evolutionary game that moves from the microscopical to the interplanetary. It has been hyped beyond belief, and just the other day a demo was released of the “creature create” portion of the game (where you can play a mad scientist putting together a creature to your liking)
Here’s a video introducing the creating part of the game:
And here is sporn:
There’s a whole list of the atrocities visited on the poor game here: rockpapershotgun.com
Exceptionally angered (albeit not surprised) about a new law that is voted upon in parliament today/tomorrow that will create a new government organisation that will eavesdrop on all communications going in or out of Sweden. Email, fax, sms, www, gsm and all that.
If it passes, it’ll be a good reason to start encrypting the shit out of everything. I mean, it’s a good idea no matter what, but this would prove a good impetus for folk like me to git going.
I did a crappy piece of propaganda as well. Here’s one of the spineless fucktards politicians that sold personal intergrity (what little there’s left) down the river:
“Why have priciples when you can be a turncoat?”
Not my best, but done in affect.
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Update: Yup, the law passed voting. I’ll be issuing a public PGP key presently; every email to me will be monitored (not yet, but soon enough) and should be treated as such. Gosh darn cunts.
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Shit, people react quickly. In Swedish, but still. It’s a whole song available the same day the law passes:
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Reading over the personal blogs of the people who have been painted as the biggest traitors of their ideals (and rightly so) there’s so much hate and venom that I’m impressed. It’s like a political 4chan flaming which hopefully will get Fredrik Federlay and Annie Johansson to lose plenty of sleep.
The depressing thing is that these two Royal Fucktards™ are but two of the Royal Fucktards™ that voted this through. And if the social democrats were in power I’m sure as fuck that they’d use the same line of retarded arguing in defence of the law.
If voting would change anything, they’d make it illegal. Seriously. Who do you think that you are fooling?
If this blog looks silly when you’re visiting, it’s cause I’m trying out different themes. I won’t go through the trouble of coding my own (it takes a lot longer than you think) so I’m trying to find something that doesn’t break stuff.
Two columns, widget ready, 2.5 compliant, 500px post widht. In case you know of such a thing.
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Update to the update: I’m reverting to the old style just to avoid confusion. Looks like I will have to hack together a reasonable theme myself after all. Blast.
Peter Bradshaw of the Guardian reviews the new Hulk movie:
* I’m back in Gothenburg having worked in Stockholm an estimated 1/150 part of my life. The fruit of my labour: www.arkitekturmuseet.com.
* Birthday coming up, and maybe I should arrange something. Or maybe not. My only idea so far is to take a folding chair downtown and drink gin with strangers. This might change.
* A list of the hundred oldest companies still in existence. Currently it’s a 1300 year old spa in Japan. Read bizaims.com.
* I’m finally taking the plunge to upgrade this blog to 2.5 and will try to roll out with a new theme. If there’s any downtime, well, you wont know unless I’ve told you. And now I have. And now you know.
One of the most frequent questions on ask.metafilter is how to deal with a lack of motivation or ambition or foul mood. People are recommended to take different tests. Like the one I did below.
Leave it to a lazy person to improve the world ever so slightly.
Whenever I have a document with Swedish letters or spaces in the file name, I edit those out before sending it as an attachment or onto an ftp.
Here’s an Automator script that easyfies the process.
Drag the file you want to rename onto the script icon and Bob’s your uncle:
Å → A | Ä → A | Ö → O
å → a | ä → a | ö → o | space → _
It’s so basic that it’s almost embarrassing, but since I’ve been doing this manually I figure someone else might have use for it. Not very efficient app though; it’s half a megabyte for searching and replacing 7 characters…
Anna has a suggestion. Or rather, “suggestion” might not be the right word since that implies “choice,” something that I’m apparently not being afforded in the matter.
It’s about meat. It’s not only about meat, but meat being the fulcrum around which whatever ailment she’s hell-bent on fixing pivots. Her brother recently transitioned from a newbie vegetarian to stone age diet kind of guy – from tofu and sprout, to meat and red wine. Wine might be anachronistic, but the point is to exclude carbs and cooked food in favour of blood and anything red.
I’ve been vegan for so long that it’s not something that I think about anymore. And because it’s such an engrained part of my personality, this is the part that Anna suggest I shake up, shake down, shake it the fuck around.
All this to get out of a rut, as it were. To tear down and rebuild on better foundation. Also, there’s the idea that the lack of hormones and whatnots in a carnivorous diet make you lethargic, and if I drink the blood of a boar I’ll suddenly become Adonis incarnate and get stuff done and have more energy and so on.
This is about challenging yourself and re-evaluating who you are. And in my case, who I am. If you’re a docile guy, try to punch someone. If you’re aggressive, turn the other cheek.
At the heart of the matter is that I don’t like to be coerced, and while one of Annas’ great talents is to be convincingly convincing, I have a hard time fending off the onslaught of a circular argument: The reason I don’t want to challenge myself is because I’m not challenging myself. Replace “challenge” with what you wish, and it’s clear that what you need is not what you want, because you’re used to wanting what you don’t need.
I’m rambling a bit. If often takes me a while to decode the advice that my friends give me, and it’s always with the utmost hesitation and suspicion; if I’m not in a position to decide what is good for me, on what basis do I judge the value of others’ advice?
At some point you have to realise that you might be wrong, and goodness knows that I’ve dispersed my share of halfwitted suggestions and criticism to friends. I’m not sure how to properly respect the effort that goes into this kind of feedback. You get advice and get yelled at by friends because, for whatever reason, they care for you. I just don’t know how to reconcile (what I’d like to think of as) my critical judgement with an acknowledgement of lack of personal insight.
I can imagine a life together with almost any women I run in to, and the only limit of this super-human ability is that my imagination never allows a happy ending. Damn imagination.
* In order not to smoke too much before breakfast, make sure that you finish all your cigarettes the night before.
You’re welcome.