This song is amazing. I think that Latin is like the language of God or something.
Devocraft: The average life of a programmer in love.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Consciousness
Creaking metal grated against itself as the gate was raised. The dark figure in the room finished lifting the ropes so that the cloaked man could pass through. It was dark and damp. Screams were heard in the background. Torches were lit across the walls.
Imir never liked coming down here where all the prisoners lay. The dungeon was bleak and filled with a horrible stench. He walked along the dark corridors not making eye contact with any prisoners as they screamed and reached at him through their gates.Pathetic, they were just pathetic, thought Imir. He never liked people that tried to run from justice. Better suffer the consequences and get over with it than end up here where daylight never came and disease clouded the air.
He reached the end of the hall and turned, delving deep into the labyrinth. His purpose was much more than a visit. Danger was a stir down in the recesses of this dungeon. He came to a big wooden door. He was the only one with access to the keys. Taking them from their spot he unlocked the door and...
Imir never liked coming down here where all the prisoners lay. The dungeon was bleak and filled with a horrible stench. He walked along the dark corridors not making eye contact with any prisoners as they screamed and reached at him through their gates.Pathetic, they were just pathetic, thought Imir. He never liked people that tried to run from justice. Better suffer the consequences and get over with it than end up here where daylight never came and disease clouded the air.
He reached the end of the hall and turned, delving deep into the labyrinth. His purpose was much more than a visit. Danger was a stir down in the recesses of this dungeon. He came to a big wooden door. He was the only one with access to the keys. Taking them from their spot he unlocked the door and...
Monday, June 13, 2011
Faceoff, Exploration
The two figures stood looking at each other at a distance. No weapons here. There was no need. They both knew that any weapons other than their own flesh and blood, fists and knees, legs and elbows, would be useless. They were just too quick.
Neither of them had wanted it to come down to this. What a horrible way for friends to say goodbye but things had happened, things that were beyond control, and the only conclusion was being manifest here on the battleground.
The taller one started sprinting towards the other. Shorty prepared himself for impact. Just then Tally commenced a tucked flip over shorty, thinking to himself that he had the upper hand when he would land. Shorty was quicker. Back kicking right as Tally came down on his leg, luckily not having spread himself apart put both legs on shorty's upraised calf and commenced a backflip, hoping to hit shorty square in the back of the head with his feet.
Shorty did not just raise his calf. He also performed a somersault on the ground as his calf shot up. He knew tally was all about frequency of hits, not about the power thereof. Landing turned around a couple of feet ahead he prepared for tally's reaction.
Tally hit the wall and jumped straight towards Shorty at an incredible speed. He had him. Shorty brought his fist down, requiring precision, right on Tally's head and there he lay, sprawled out on the ground, unconscious.
Neither of them had wanted it to come down to this. What a horrible way for friends to say goodbye but things had happened, things that were beyond control, and the only conclusion was being manifest here on the battleground.
The taller one started sprinting towards the other. Shorty prepared himself for impact. Just then Tally commenced a tucked flip over shorty, thinking to himself that he had the upper hand when he would land. Shorty was quicker. Back kicking right as Tally came down on his leg, luckily not having spread himself apart put both legs on shorty's upraised calf and commenced a backflip, hoping to hit shorty square in the back of the head with his feet.
Shorty did not just raise his calf. He also performed a somersault on the ground as his calf shot up. He knew tally was all about frequency of hits, not about the power thereof. Landing turned around a couple of feet ahead he prepared for tally's reaction.
Tally hit the wall and jumped straight towards Shorty at an incredible speed. He had him. Shorty brought his fist down, requiring precision, right on Tally's head and there he lay, sprawled out on the ground, unconscious.
The Postal Service - Such Great Heights (OFFICIAL VIDEO)
Have you ever been on a very long journey trying to find a past memory or something you know you have heard? This was one of those challenges but I finally found it.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Dream Fulfiller
No this is not a rip off of Inception. I was thinking about how cool it would be to be a professional Dream Fulfiller. How often is it that we want to do something but we don't know how to get started and we don't feel confident enough to do it. Have you always wanted to dress up as a transformer for Halloween? Where would you begin? Have you ever wanted to go sky diving? Or have your house set up with some sort of automated system? Or have a personal piece of software that lets you manage your stuff exactly how'd you like it?
What if there was someone that could? What if they were called the Dream Fulfiller? This person doesn't necessarily know everything but they are extremely efficient at finding out how to do anything. Most people just don't have the time and knowledge on how to figure it out. The Dream Fulfiller is practically a professional logician, a problem solver. They do whatever it is you want them to do, from being a personal secretary to providing you with a plan on how to manage your time so you can go to the Bahamas next summer?
What if they made a movie about the Dream Fulfiller? This isn't a person that can do anything, but rather a person that knows how to figure out anything. They have the courage to contact the professionals needed, they have the brain to do the correct research, and they are insanely efficient, sort of like contractors, but on a bigger scale.
I can see in my mind a parking garage scene where a van pulls up and someone steps out of the front seat. They approach the Dream Fulfiller and dialog is exchanged over a certain dream that the employer has always had like paintballing in a replica of bagdad.
I think, if written well, it could be a sweet deal.
What if there was someone that could? What if they were called the Dream Fulfiller? This person doesn't necessarily know everything but they are extremely efficient at finding out how to do anything. Most people just don't have the time and knowledge on how to figure it out. The Dream Fulfiller is practically a professional logician, a problem solver. They do whatever it is you want them to do, from being a personal secretary to providing you with a plan on how to manage your time so you can go to the Bahamas next summer?
What if they made a movie about the Dream Fulfiller? This isn't a person that can do anything, but rather a person that knows how to figure out anything. They have the courage to contact the professionals needed, they have the brain to do the correct research, and they are insanely efficient, sort of like contractors, but on a bigger scale.
I can see in my mind a parking garage scene where a van pulls up and someone steps out of the front seat. They approach the Dream Fulfiller and dialog is exchanged over a certain dream that the employer has always had like paintballing in a replica of bagdad.
I think, if written well, it could be a sweet deal.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Colonial Tea Party!
I was planning a trip with my friends, a campout in fact, when we ran across this idea.
Let's take four people strategically positioned on a college campus somewhere, about 50 yards from each other or so, completely dressed in colonial clothes. All of a sudden in the middle of the plazza a few butlers with big white hair come out of no where and set up a table with four chairs and a tea set. These colonial figures come walking up and take their seats, looking poised and in control, and discuss some topic of discussion, completely straight faces, a wonderful act. Then when they have finished they get off their seats and professional walk away from their table, which is packed up by butlers as if nothing ever happened.
A type of flash mob.
Let's take four people strategically positioned on a college campus somewhere, about 50 yards from each other or so, completely dressed in colonial clothes. All of a sudden in the middle of the plazza a few butlers with big white hair come out of no where and set up a table with four chairs and a tea set. These colonial figures come walking up and take their seats, looking poised and in control, and discuss some topic of discussion, completely straight faces, a wonderful act. Then when they have finished they get off their seats and professional walk away from their table, which is packed up by butlers as if nothing ever happened.
A type of flash mob.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Hockey
Shep gave me a great link http://knyght.net/hockey101/hockey101.htm for plays that I can learn and follow.
I love playing hockey. It's so exhilarating traveling at those high speeds and swinging my stick around. I love it to death. My talent itself isn't very high because I haven't practiced as much as most guys do with that type of technique but I also have intelligence. That is what makes me a formidable opponent. I can understand things extremely well and try them out, and once I do it enough times I commit it to muscle memory and that is why I can become good at things very quickly, because I understand how they work and then I put in that required practice to turn knowledge into behavior. I got a late start into the athletic world but here I am trying to catch up, and I'd say that I am doing a really good job, at anything that I devote my mind to. I'm a team player and I share but I am also determined. I am an ally.
I love playing hockey. It's so exhilarating traveling at those high speeds and swinging my stick around. I love it to death. My talent itself isn't very high because I haven't practiced as much as most guys do with that type of technique but I also have intelligence. That is what makes me a formidable opponent. I can understand things extremely well and try them out, and once I do it enough times I commit it to muscle memory and that is why I can become good at things very quickly, because I understand how they work and then I put in that required practice to turn knowledge into behavior. I got a late start into the athletic world but here I am trying to catch up, and I'd say that I am doing a really good job, at anything that I devote my mind to. I'm a team player and I share but I am also determined. I am an ally.
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