Courtesy of some Sony Hate Club.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I just got myself a set of Guitar Hero.
Being the "Mario Princess" - as what my peers nicknamed me (Thanks Xavier), its about time that I actually do some gaming since our family is in this mini kingdom business of gaming (it's just a small reseller shop not like I'm the daughter of CEO of Playstation or something). Think the last time i actually played and enjoyed tapping on the little remote was when my Dad 1st got me a set of ATARI. I was only 4 yrs old. Didn't quite enjoy anything else after that.
Though I don't play games much (even though the resources and selections are at my disposal), I have to say it's interesting how playing sets so much motivation in one person and I would like to watch and observe that, than I want to be part of it. I enjoy watching people enjoying themselves. That's why I have a set of PS3 at my new home to entertain my guests, so I could watch them play. Uncanny.
Speaking of my irreplaceable 8-bit love. Here's an NES emulation game that plays Guitar Hero on an old skool Nintendo - created by Kent Hansen and Andreas Pedersen.
There are only 4 songs right now (donate to the creators and you could get to pick a song to go into version 2.0) but they’re the perfect four songs: “Sweet Child O’ Mine”, “Harder Better Faster Stronger” (the original Daft Punk version - not the Kanye), “The Way You Make Me Feel”, and “The Swing Of Things.”
Here's one from one of my fav. electronic music prodigies.
You can check out vids of Pedersen playing all the songs here. If you’re really into, then sign the online petition for Ninteno Wii to produce the game.
Courtesy of Jeremy Elder / shape+color
And for those who had the luxury of getting yourself a Nintendo back in 1996. Here's a true classic to rhythmic sequence game.
I loved that to bits. Even though I never made it past stage 5.
Friday, February 20, 2009
It’s happened to you at least once — a color explosion on your screen created by an ill-fated download or a codec mismatch. A compression algorithm slip-up can introduce surprising colors and patterns but retain strange motion memories of the original video.
Riding on the datamosh trend, Kanye West has been keeping up to new kicks and making sure his vidz spell forward for him.
"Welcome to Heartbreak" directed by Nabil Elderkin.
Premiered his music video by Chairlift, Ray Tintori's datamosh video is a tad less gloss and expensive, yet I somehow prefer them keeping rawness as it is, raw. And the song is pretty nice too.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
My fingers had been feeling a tad lazy to be waltzing on the keyboard lately. Shame on them.
I hope that the new place i'm moving to will be a condusive place where I can finally be doing what I wanna do. Watch some TV, read my books, and think about bigger and smaller things in life. U know, simple things. That I had long ago taken granted for.
Work had been a madhouse (what's new), but I had been pacing up to meet different schedules mainly to get my life reorganized again. I'm finally moving out of the shithole where pigs would be happy to find refuge in. The place where I had to do a mini hurdle from the living room to get to my bedroom, the place where I'm still trying to figure out which pile of clothes are the dirty ones and which are the i-tried-on-and-nah-not-for-today ones. I am a sloth.
I blame it on work, the time i had left by the time I stepped into my lonely apartment. Though i use the word "lonely", I actually mean it more as "alone".
I don't feel lonely at all. I adore time alone in fact. I'm beginning to wonder if it's the age thing. I used to be such a social butterfly (moth, really). Now i just loathe small talks coz I'm so lack of the luxury of time to devote on unnecessary things and people.
I feel like I want to do a hundred things a day. (Though I usually think accomplishing 2 is a big deal.) Like finally terminating my old phone line is like a BIG strike off from my To-Do's list. Not falling asleep at work is another.
A big pitch has came and gone. I'm still waiting for my boss to come give me a pat on my shoulder and say that it was worthy not going home from office and in my stinky shirt dress for 3 days. He hasn't.
Now that I found a new place. I am hopeful with this new beginning thing as opposed to my semi-zodiac-cursed 2009. I'm not saying that i believe in it, I'm just saying that I don't like to be cursed.
As I was saying paragraphs before. I adore this new estate. But i am under major pressure to be watching my volume and keep it down, considering a muzzle for my yappy dog (her name is Yokie) and watching a action-blast movie on my headphone all because I seriously think I might have just moved into an estate where anti-nocturnal-zombies gather.
It's quiet at 10pm. And my life starts only after 12 midnight.
I just got a fairly kickass sound system, and yet I can't potentialize it.