November 2008

A while ago I posted about a pretty badass calculator. Today I’ve come across a simultaneously more and less complex one.

It’s an 8-bit calculator from the PS3 game LittleBigPlanet (specifically the beta version) in which you can create your own worlds, or something like that. It’s one of those “You Gotta See This” games, and one that might possibly go against everything I believe in regarding video game design. I haven’t played it yet, but I’m certainly interested.

This video doesn’t look impressive at first. Then the second half blows your mind.


Would you like to submit a report to Mozilla? Again and again and again?In a desperate attempt to be cool like Internet Explorer, Firefox decided to crash on me yesterday. And again. And again. It was so enthusiastic, in fact, that it wouldn’t even start before it crashed. I’d just open it up and boom, there it went.

Unfortunately, its plans were foiled when I found Mozilla’s awesome crash support page and followed the instructions. It seems to be stable now, but then again, I’m sure that’s exactly what God said about humanity after the Flood.

There were some casualties involved in the fixup – mostly extensions I’d never used or got around to using. Upon their death, however, they decided they should guilt me a bit before they went.


Hey Apple, is that the DMCA casting a shadow on you?

My PS3 and iPod weren't made for each other, but they found one another anyway.

A short while ago my laziness led me to a small but useful discovery. I’ve always been meaning to back up the music on my iPod, because walking around with several days’ worth of music and not a single backup was just begging Murphy’s Law to swoop down and kick my ass. There’s just not enough room on my computer to hold several gigs of music, when I could be using those same several gigs to be working on personal projects. I thought about digging my external hard drive from the depths of my room, but I still couldn’t get around to it. Besides, ripping music from your iPod is just a pain, considering iTunes won’t let you do it and you have to rely on other programs to get your own damn music off your own damn iPod.

Today I plugged my iPod into my PS3 in an attempt to charge it. I left them alone for a few seconds, and when I returned, I found they really liked each other.


Question: When is an Internet meme not an Internet meme?
Answer: When your father comes upstairs to wake you up, announcing that Rick Astley is on television rickrolling America.

I’ve slowly gotten used to seeing Internet memes in real life. For example, I have seen someone grab a pear at a dining hall and ask “LOL WUT?” There comes a time, though, when a meme transcends the Internet and stumbles into popular culture. I say “stumbles” because, by then, it’s practically a walking corpse.

I can’t help but wonder what it must be like to be the person who came up with the idea of rickrolling. Did they ever imagine that they’d indirectly be the cause of this?

Really, I don’t think rickrolling can get any bigger than that. That’s it, people. We’re done. We’ve hit the ceiling; there’s nowhere left to go. Pack up your cleverly disguised URLs and move along.

1. Wall-E

Gee, thanks for the warning.

Gee, thanks for the warning.

Commuting back and forth to college is awful. Sure, you get to sleep in your own bed, spend time with your family, eat home-cooked meals, have some degree of privacy, use a bathroom without anyone else using it, blast loud music for over a half-hour in your car every day, not have to worry about storage space, and remain connected to the place you grew up in, but come on, is it worth it?

I find myself confined to a metallic shell for eighty minutes or more a day, and the parking rules for Rutgers are ridiculous. Also, eighty minutes is a long time to ponder the question “Did I forget anything?”

Besides that, you slowly come to the realization that everyone and everything on the road exists merely to lengthen your travel time and frustration level. I have no idea why I was so worried about passing my driver’s exam when apparently 90% of the people who pass it are complete numbskulls.


If you consider the Companion Cube to be female, this is like lesbian porn!


There’s no sense denying it; several years late, I have still managed to join the ranks of players and bloggers who consider Portal to be one of the best video games ever. Yes, this means I cannot think for myself and my brain is now the property of the media. Deal with it.

However, this post isn’t about how Portal is mind-fuckingly good. We all know that. If you don’t know that by now, you must be a hopelessly underinformed and sheltered individual (i.e. me until Octoberish). What this post is about, is how to make a good game.

I look forward to people finding this page in the near future and shooting me down.

Without further ado, here comes the list.


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