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Regarding introversion.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/01/24/the-power-of-introverts-a_n_1229320.html

It’s also important to understand that introversion is different from shyness. Shyness is the fear of negative judgment, while introversion is simply the preference for less stimulation. Shyness is inherently uncomfortable; introversion is not. The traits do overlap, though psychologists debate to what degree.

Interesting! I had a post I wanted to write titled, “Earning Your Introversion”. Sparked from talking with various people about their feelings about most people. (catch that?) I find that a lot of the introverts I know are people that haven’t given society a fair chance, while I’ve seen enough of people to make an educated decision about how to feel. The general idea being that if you haven’t been to quite a few parties to know you don’t like them, you also don’t have the fodder to explain why you don’t like them, and couldn’t provide an example of one thing that happened that made you uncomfortable. For example, though I wasn’t made uncomfortable, some people at a party openly said they were going to go have sex in their car for a bit and they did. That was the night I dropped my first alcohol beverage and I believe it was the same night I was close to successfully using my dragon-age-persuasion skills in getting a girl to be interested in me.

*ahem*

So anyway, I feel very strongly about introversion and it’s interesting to me that this article mentions the low amounts of stimulants in the environment. I really want to write an article that, unlike the article previously mentioned in this post, would be super-relevant and backed up with science for people like Demi to nod at. That article would pertain to… minimalism! I love minimalism. When you look at the BCN site and MurCity, you can see great usage of minimalism. It doesn’t just end at design, however - in my backend code, I try to use as few resources as possible and will always prefer to (for example) pull information from a static file rather than a database. (when appropriate) And it doesn’t end at just code!

My fashion. I’m becoming quite frustrated with my wardrobe right now because I cannot find comfortable, dark, and simple clothing options. I have two casual pairs of pants left, and they’re on their way out too. I’m going to be forced to dress in my dresspants that I use for work soon, indiscriminately! Oh and the shirts. :{ I just can’t find a damn shirt I like, that I already don’t have.

Say, it’s pretty late. Time to sleep. I should write more. I also want to completely redo my cyberspace article… which I feel was even more well done than the utopianism article. I don’t think I’m wonderful, by the way: out of all I’ve written in the articles on my site, those are the only I’m proud of. Utopianism’s article had a lot of outside help, too.

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Goals for 2012

As an eternal testament to my schedule and scheduling abilities, this post is 17 days late. I suppose some things never change. :}

2011 was very eventful. I learned a lot, became a much better developer, and took some major steps into becoming a grown-up. At many times, however, and even a few times this year I have been quite lazy. I hope to remedy that this year. I will now detail my major goals of 2012.

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Exercise. For certain, I’ll be getting my old physique back. This is a bit tough with how much I’ll be working and playing, but I think 15 minutes before bed shouldn’t be so hard. (eve takes a while to get ready anyway) I want to finish out the year by weighing 126 pounds at least, perhaps 130 ideally. I won’t be building for mass, just incredible toning. I have yet to find a good solution for cardio, because my beloved Pump It Up setup just won’t be working out here.

Learning. For lack of a better term, anyway. While I’m always open to learning, I’m not the sponge I used to be when I was doing ChaCha. I believe after playing Skyrim for a bit, I’ll have a burst of learning - game design, but many other topics. I need to round myself out a bit more. I’m starting to feel one-upped in my dealings with others, and that simply won’t do. I’m certain I should be able to finish Out of Control and totally understand all of it now.

Development. For sure, MurCity will be released. The BCN site’s release makes it clear that I plan for expansion in the future: the engine I’ll be building enables me to bang out a new app within a three-month time frame. Layout and all. That’s my goal with it: plan the concept and storyline out, and then enact it through the engine. A game that takes me 3 months to make, should be finished in one month’s time by the player. That’s just an example, of course; I’m not certain that I would make a game that only takes me 3 months. And hey - what’s this game stuff? I might even one day be making “experiences” with the engine! :}

The engine will be built around game 3’s needs. The five tracks I have planned means that I’ll be able to do a lot with the engine out of necessity.

For example, we have the criminal track, which uses the burglary and pickpocket systems. Now by creating these two systems, any time I need to simulate a break-in for a quest in another track, I simply write it into the engine. Done. The pickpocket system should (!) treat NPCs as objects to loot from, which will in turn act as the metal-gathering system for the inventor track. The inventor track itself is a real bastard: it uses the information track’s crafting system with a spin on the creation of information, to be things that are invented with schematics.

So there’s a little preview of how excited I am for this engine. It’ll be very simple to create another game, and even author content from others - I spoke briefly with The Great Crate and it’s very possible, even lucrative for him to create content. I have absolutely no problem with him getting 40% of what’s made from his storylines that are pay-to-play. Suffice to say I’m really excited for development this year. :}

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That is mostly it for this year. I would like to write, “Ease temperament.” or, “Become a better father.”, but I don’t think I’ll be able to pull either off. I think I will still hate (dislike) many things in our world, and I have no reason to believe I’ll simply understand as some “enlightened” individuals out there would convince me is possible. I’ve tried to understand by listening to Bright Eyes’s new album, but even as I listen, I just can’t agree. “I’m still angry with no reason to be.” — Bright Eyes, but I think I do have some reasons. Perhaps more at myself for believing I had it in me to be a daddy. That I had the patience to deal with others that I’m not dealing with as well.

I hate to say that I think general acceptance of everything may be growing up - because I’m unsure of that. I haven’t really accepted working in a corporate environment. I still, to this day, don’t like their bullshit. I accept it because I have to get paid. Is that grown-up? Unsure. Perhaps in that it’s just what happens when you finally break down and stop fighting it, because it’s useless to fight. If that’s wise, and wisdom equates to learning from experience, and experience comes with age, perhaps it is childish to speak of my dissatisfaction with life in general - not my own actions, but for example, the terrible packaging on the stickynote wrappers in my corporate environment I work in.

I doubt at the end of this year that I will find true peace with everything. I think I will ultimately find peace when I work for myself once again. Nothing makes me happier than the thought of doing what I love in a place that I love to do it - my house, which could one day expand to an office. Maybe one day even become a multi-person operation.

Well, that’s that for this post. Those are my goals. I’m sure I can stick to them.

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I would like to quickly detail why I hate the state of art these days.
First I will say what happens when I scroll through Deviant ART. I’ll usually check up with about 30-40 deviations. (pictures) I view the ones that, from a thumbnail, look appealing to me. I have made the agreement to myself that the thumbnails I’ve missed - hours of artists’ time - just aren’t worth my time, and so I skip over them.
The process of viewing these is usually:
“Ah, how nice.” I then look through it a bit more, perhaps read a comment or two, and move onto the next. This process could take about 3 minutes for 10-15 deviations. At best, the artist can hope that I’ll favorite it. Else, as a picture, it’s given me a small moment of pleasure and I move onto the next: completely unchanged.
It’s so rare that a piece of art will change you, that you’ll actually keep special note of the ones that do. This goes beyond favorites, and unfortunately mostly pertains to comics. A good Internet will have a few particularly great comics in their images folder.
My reaction may be different if I were an artist. However, art is unlike music in that. To truly appreciate and learn from art, I would have to be interested in it as a hobby or profession. For music, however, there’s lots of replayability and lyrics instantly string up meaning to the art. It appears to me that music is much more wholesome than viewing some female model or decent artist. This leads into my main beef with the state of art.
Disgustingly, the most viewed artists are fetish artists, models, fetish models, and people who draw fanart. (fan-art, drawing things people have already created) (commonly, anime/video game characters)
These views mean nothing. The followers mean little. I’m following a guy who brought Pokemon to life. He would imagine how pokemon would exist in the wild, and draw them living in their environments. His art was great and his imagination was greater: he seriously accompanied each new art with how the pokemon would work in the real world. He’s moved onto other things now, but looking at his view count, I can guarantee you it took him forever to get there. With brilliant art. I was watching him 5 years ago, just about.
A picture of a girl in a thong, in her kitchen, biting down on a fruit? 1,500 views the first day. If that girl had 100,000 views, she would not come close in influence to JoshD’s picture of a charmander and accompanying narrative. The photo attached to this post had a bajillion views. The art’s really decent - the artist knows what they’re doing. A decent chunk of their gallery? Hot babes. “Oh! I’m so surprised you’ve magically transformed my clothes to something scanty!” “Ah, you silly author, you’ve once again enlarged my breasts and tightened my arse. Stop it!”
It is sickening. That isn’t sensational; I mean it, looking through these galleries is pretty disappointing. Sickening when you search the words “giantess” or “diaper”. Search for Naruto and find masses of art. Blegh.
Just like the rappers making mad money, don’t be upset with these artists getting mad views. They may have a lot, but what they’ve created was both a waste of time for them and you.
On that subject, my giantess picture I made has 18,000 downloads and 13,000 views. I submitted it almost two years ago. It took me roughly 20 minutes to make. I think a little sensor that prevents you from submitting art that caused you have to a boner as you drew it, would be incredibly beneficial.

I would like to quickly detail why I hate the state of art these days.

First I will say what happens when I scroll through Deviant ART. I’ll usually check up with about 30-40 deviations. (pictures) I view the ones that, from a thumbnail, look appealing to me. I have made the agreement to myself that the thumbnails I’ve missed - hours of artists’ time - just aren’t worth my time, and so I skip over them.

The process of viewing these is usually:

“Ah, how nice.” I then look through it a bit more, perhaps read a comment or two, and move onto the next. This process could take about 3 minutes for 10-15 deviations. At best, the artist can hope that I’ll favorite it. Else, as a picture, it’s given me a small moment of pleasure and I move onto the next: completely unchanged.

It’s so rare that a piece of art will change you, that you’ll actually keep special note of the ones that do. This goes beyond favorites, and unfortunately mostly pertains to comics. A good Internet will have a few particularly great comics in their images folder.

My reaction may be different if I were an artist. However, art is unlike music in that. To truly appreciate and learn from art, I would have to be interested in it as a hobby or profession. For music, however, there’s lots of replayability and lyrics instantly string up meaning to the art. It appears to me that music is much more wholesome than viewing some female model or decent artist. This leads into my main beef with the state of art.

Disgustingly, the most viewed artists are fetish artists, models, fetish models, and people who draw fanart. (fan-art, drawing things people have already created) (commonly, anime/video game characters)

These views mean nothing. The followers mean little. I’m following a guy who brought Pokemon to life. He would imagine how pokemon would exist in the wild, and draw them living in their environments. His art was great and his imagination was greater: he seriously accompanied each new art with how the pokemon would work in the real world. He’s moved onto other things now, but looking at his view count, I can guarantee you it took him forever to get there. With brilliant art. I was watching him 5 years ago, just about.

A picture of a girl in a thong, in her kitchen, biting down on a fruit? 1,500 views the first day. If that girl had 100,000 views, she would not come close in influence to JoshD’s picture of a charmander and accompanying narrative. The photo attached to this post had a bajillion views. The art’s really decent - the artist knows what they’re doing. A decent chunk of their gallery? Hot babes. “Oh! I’m so surprised you’ve magically transformed my clothes to something scanty!” “Ah, you silly author, you’ve once again enlarged my breasts and tightened my arse. Stop it!”

It is sickening. That isn’t sensational; I mean it, looking through these galleries is pretty disappointing. Sickening when you search the words “giantess” or “diaper”. Search for Naruto and find masses of art. Blegh.

Just like the rappers making mad money, don’t be upset with these artists getting mad views. They may have a lot, but what they’ve created was both a waste of time for them and you.

On that subject, my giantess picture I made has 18,000 downloads and 13,000 views. I submitted it almost two years ago. It took me roughly 20 minutes to make. I think a little sensor that prevents you from submitting art that caused you have to a boner as you drew it, would be incredibly beneficial.

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I saw my friend Josh today. Haven’t seen him in a while. He’s a wilderness survival enthusiast (if that’s fair to say?) and likes to survive out in the wilderness.

ahem

Anyway, he ate moose pancakes and got $200 for living with some people for a while, while also (I believe) training some other folks on how to make fire with just friction. Some wood etc.

I just wanted to say that I’m glad someone’s actually succeeded in doing something they truly want to do. He wanted to live out in the wilderness and learn how to survive for when society collapses. It seems to me, from our short conversation, that he is living as any utopian should; no, not in the woods, but doing something interesting. Something wholesome.

I’m a bit torn in my life… I wasn’t at all ready for kids, and honestly, I don’t think I could be. I don’t think I’m the kind of person to marry someone. I want to do whatever I want to do, and it’s always been selfish, not including other people. However, I get/got lonely. Perhaps marrying the earth is how my friend Josh would be at peace.

As I read about the ‘net today in the book Out of Control, I felt that pull again. The pull that makes me want to put my facebook picture as Crackychan. The pull that makes me okay with living my life in a small space, venturing into meatspace to do what I need to and coming back. I want to make something great - I want to build this game engine and be able to deploy games to the desktop, mobile, and website environments. The games will be memorable… and generate enough money for me to live off.

It’s not easy to love someone who does not feel the ambition or motivation to be all they can be in life. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know who holds the future… my personal happiness, if I truly am a neutral neutral moral alignment, is my ultimate goal. But then, isn’t everyone’s?

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re: We’re hiring. You should work here.

notch:

We’re expanding!

[…]

Here are the top five reasons you should work at Mojang:

5) We’re less serious than many other companies. We rely on having a pool of talent rather than long discussions, and make decisions very organically and spontaneously.

4) We encourage people at Mojang to speak publicly about what they do and have a personal connection with the players.

3) Tobias Möllstam

2) We have mandatory gaming Friday afternoons. Working after lunch on Fridays is frowned upon.

1) Mojang’s mission statement is “Mojang shall be the most influential indie game development studio on Earth”, and we intend to live up to that. I kid you not.

5. o.o; I guess that explains how Minecraft’s released product was such an ADHD mess. NPC villages - cool, but they literally did nothing. Killing a villager in a house with another villager inside elicited no response from either party. You could dig below them and send them to hell, nothing. That right there made me realize just how unrestrained their development is; just like Popmundo adding tons of stupid skills that didn’t relate to music. (cigar crafting! martial arts! magicians!)

So I guess I’m a bit unimpressed with #5. Though I admit such in-depth discussion makes one weary after a while… work’s been rather boring in that aspect.

2. That’s pretty cool, I always figured we’d do something like that if I ever made a company.

1. I mean, I know they literally influence - they have their own convention. Few companies attempt to pull this off. I just can’t feel as though they’ve attempted to make their creation impact the player much. I really want to write something (remember my articles?) about how much what we create matters, and I hope I can figure out the answer objectively. However, minecraft can’t really teach you anything. You’ll have memorable experiences, and most of them will probably be with other players. In that, it’s great, but I’m not sure I agree with their influence when there’s many other indie studies producing games like Penumbra, (the ending!) and The Path. Countless story-driven “AAA” games inject meaning everywhere. From my own genre… Echo Bazaar, The Night Circus.

If they want to influence by fan number and video count on YouTube, then it sounds pretty reasonable. And by all means, it is admirable! Good for them. I began watching Notch’s tumblr years (yeap!) ago because his motivation reminded me of how I was with MonBre. However, I think I’d rather have 10,000 fans for making an EBZ-influency game rather than 200,000 fans for making a great shooter. That being said, I’d probably be 20x richer if I made the shooter… aye? ;}

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“soulmates”

On Sunday, someone I was following returned to tumblr. They said it’s their safe haven and then soon went on about being in a relationship with someone, but being the soulmate of another, because they loved them so much.

Unfortunately, this person was a 17-year-old girl. Carers (care-ers) came out of nowhere to ask her questions and offer advice. This was all reposted through my dashboard, so as a rule I have to read reasonably everything. Ultimately I had some advice for her; which has gone unanswered, as I had predicted.

The advice is what I give to most people in relationship problems after knowing the person for over three months. It’s simply, “Tell me what your favorite things are about the person.”

I ask this because I was getting close to someone once before, and she surprised me one day with an instant message detailing her favorite things about me. (note: this was a meatspace relationship) I noted them, and when it was my turn, I came up empty. It was incredible. I had absolutely no idea why I liked her, other than the fact she was giving me attention. I couldn’t say she was nice, because she was fighting with other people constantly. I can’t just say she’s attractive, because then it’s as if I was only interested in her appearance. That there was the end of the love interest, and it’s a good thing, because I probably would’ve wasted some time.

Now, onto soulmates. I’m not atheistic, I do believe in some form of creator. My reasoning I carry with this, however, is as follows:

If something exists, it’s because it has to. This means that I believe the universe couldn’t have existed as it does without some creator, but also means that heaven/hell are just human concepts meant to make us feel better. Because even as babies we hate the idea of being alone, and this continues through our life in many ways. We must verify our existence in the world through some means - this is known. We have spouses, children, our jobs. Everything makes us feel a lot better.

For some people, they get this verification through theism or mysticism. Soulmates, karma, “having a purpose” in life are all mystical beliefs which make people feel better. Believing that asshole will get cosmic retribution - when in reality, he will not - helps some people overcome their adversity.

Soulmates are of course, just plain silly. There is no reason for the universe to put two people together, and some teenager believing she’s found her soul mate is even sillier. This is because teenagers are still growing as people and the probability of someone who may not have even lived 1/5 of their life expectancy finding them… is just improbable.

I’m bored of typing now. The moral of the story is to question the stupid things you believe in, such as karma and soulmates. In addition, ask yourself your favorite things about your lover.

(gosh, I haven’t tagged a post as insight in a while)

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Demi recently shared this in boring paragraph form, so I don’t blame you if it was lost between pictures of kittens, art, and tits. This video regards game addiction which something that I feel is quite important, and in fact, I was thinking about just a little while ago.

A lot of kids have ADHD, if not ADHD tendencies. Our society/generation was not conditioned to pay attention in school or wait for rewards. Patience is not what the world is about anymore. Everything needs to be fast - my kids will know nothing of dialing into a modem and waiting for a web page to load for a minute, just to see some pictures of pokemon.

I blame this impatience on the obvious - TV, lack of parenting, gaming. It was a new idea when my mother mentioned that my sweet Lily could actually be angry when she colors the way she does, which is for complete disregard of what is actually in the coloring book. I try to show her what the characters are and she scribbles madly, like that .gif of the black kid saying I FUCKING LOVE COLORING. It’s seriously like that. So! Once I knew what to look for in her personality - here, anger - I started to realize that she may feel unloved due to me and eve’s parenting. Eve’s getting better, and we can see the product of the simple act of cleaning lily’s room for an hour. As for myself, I’ll go according to plan, which was to be a genuine father figure once we move into an apartment in November. Right now the environment I’m in when I’m with the kids does not allow for blocks of time to spend with them, which is what I need in life right now. Blocks of development, family, gaming.

Sorry, tangent here, definitely was not in the writing zone. This ties into gaming. For their childhood, after I come home from work, Eve and I are going out of our way to spend a solid 30 minutes playing with the kids. No excuses, nothing - this is the priority, before our gaming, before our development. My father was not much of an influence on my life, and when he was, he was a mediocre influence. If I really think back, the most times I enjoyed myself at his house were when I got to play games and be on the computer. I won’t be like that to my kids. Maybe it sounds cliche, because people say “I’ll give a better life to my kids, than I had!” all the time. But I mean it. I won’t be the tyrannical asshole father. I won’t worry about Abel liking hip hop and fantasizing about being some hard thug, because I know I won’t raise him that way.

I am really not in the writing mood. Off to Deus Ex.

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lamattgrind:

      I certainly don’t want to get involved where I’m not wanted, but I used to have plenty of friends who didn’t know me, either. It’s kind of why I started writing about myself here, because I was tired of hiding everything. The people who never really cared will drift away if you let them, but if someone is particularly tenacious, I’d say it’s best just to be honest about it. If they know that you totally do not want them in your life, and continue to insist, that’s harder to deal with. But you’ll never make any progress if you just wait for them to figure it out on their own.

        …Because they probably never will.

Addendum to Demi’s very well-written post. A few notes.

Don’t forget that while you - demi, cameron, vael - say, “we have friends that didn’t/don’t know us”, it’s likely the same for those friends. I can’t say I knew many of my friends well. It’s harder for males, who have trouble opening up with their feelings, and it’s especially harder for a male to know the opposite sex without one party assuming love for the other.

I hope you aren’t under the impression, Cameron, that you are the only one who pretends. Like you’re the only one with a hidden truth that you actually don’t like someone - the truth is people just use others to kill their boredom, and the feelings for another don’t have to reciprocate.

The latest friend I could have had, I formally pushed away. I told him my wisdom, what I’ve learned from dealing with people. I said, “While you can be fun, I see the same patterns as people I shouldn’t spend my time with. I can see where this is going.” and, being utopian, he took it just fine.

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I got tired of my other friends. People at work will call me “kid”, like, “he’s a good kid”, “kid, you’re ridiculous”. It’s recurring enough to have numbed myself to it at this point, but since I process things literally, it still hits cognition. They call me kid because I’m tiny, (only 5’3) and young. In some societies, males were men when they had their first successful hunt. In our society, a man is one who grows old enough to stop looking like a kid.

The ones called men - and I’m not being sensationalist here - shocked me. I had no idea adults still listened to rap. I know a father of four, nice guy, lots of fun, who listens to generic rap shit. Many men at my workplace listen to it. Mind boggled. It just didn’t occur to me that such an immature genre was listened to by these men. Outside of work, their attire matches their musical tastes. They raise kids, do their job just fine, smoke some weed and live happily. I’m the kid and these are the adults.

I felt more like an adult around this summer. I cut my hair off, got some sharper clothes. Met Eve. My other friends were/are busy with marijuana, some soft drug trips here and there. Alcohol. They were busy living life by seeing other people. Vael doesn’t live life because he views it through a monitor. They’re busy living “real life”. I’ve begun a career and family at 22.

They’ll call me “kid”, and yet there’s just no other word I can use to describe these people.

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re: Demi

lamattgrind:

“I’m really bad at reading fantasy”, and we’re all bad at “reading” games

I don’t think that the mark of a good author is to mask their symbolism to the point where people like you and the author of that article cannot see the meaning. I definitely think it’s a common notion among artists - especially “experimental” artists - that the more foggy you create your symbolism and metaphors, the greater your work is!

The Dune series is heavy reading. Frank Herbert is regarded as a great author, but also one that is unnecessarily complex, using extra characters where they’re not needed, extra superfluous dialogue. JR Tolkien raped his thesaurus for only the most ancient words to use to describe what was going on in his stories. I myself thought MonBre was more suited for intellectuals because of how complicated everything was, and having to read manuals: it turned out I just sucked at game design and had no honest clue of what I was doing.

I find a lot of artists and lyric writers are in the same boat I was in with MonBre. I absolutely hate when musicians think they’re absolute geniuses for telling the fans that their lyrics are “open to interpretation”. I also really hate seeing this guy’s films, and realizing nothing happened for seven minutes, while the commenters calling him a genius. I still watch him, of course, when I’m in the mood. :P

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Woke up at 8AM today.

Our software at work was down. I had to go in to fix it. :{ I would not make a big post about this if it wasn’t interesting, so  here’s some stuff that coders may be interested in but others probably won’t care about too much. Nevermind, anyone should be interested in this.

What I do at work is manage the software - a website - for the company. Everyone uses this software. Only certain internal IPs can access it. This is a security alarm company: intruder breaks into your house, our alarms go off and police show up. The alarms are pretty cool and we can detect carbon monoxide, fires, floods, and societal collapses.

At 8AM, Eve stretched over me to turn the alarm on my phone off, but it wasn’t an alarm. It was a text, then a call from The Boss. Then someone else called and left a voicemail: the company cannot work without our systems. So I go on over. 20 minute commute, blegh.

I ended up spending about two hours there to find the solution. I thought it was a problem with something I’d made recently, but it wasn’t. I won’t go through the details, but our schedule was broken. It shows where technicians are gonna go out to, and the techs verify where they’re going each morning with our software.

Our “deal opener” team, which spans about 70 people, will constantly send leads (interested people) into the system. Then the “deal closers” are the people who turn those interested folk into customers. Of course people can request that we stop calling them, under many different circumstances: maybe we’re calling because they cancelled and we want to know why, or maybe they just don’t like our cold calls. Contrary to popular belief, putting yourself on the DNC, Do Not Call lists that you hear about sometimes, aren’t guaranteed to do much of anything. We are legally obligated to stop calling someone if they request it, but that list is our own internal list. There’s a source to get the nation-wide DNC lists, but we don’t have to take those numbers. Thing is, people who put themselves on those lists tend to either go out of the way to waste our time, or are just people who don’t want to buy anything.

Yesterday my manager took some huge DNC lists and put them into the database. Remember I was getting upset with my MurCity battle size? Before I optimized them heavily, we were at 700MB for 20,000 battles, which was awful. It was actually slowing down every call to the battle table, it was just a mess. Well, after adding about 30 million new DNCs to the list, our database was so full that the giant query required to get all our jobs for the day, simply had nowhere to organize its own data. I ended up doubling how much MySQL was allowed to process at once, and then I still had to delete about 15 million numbers in order to fix it.

And there you go, there’s some misc. information on a bunch of things. I’ll be requesting the two hours that I worked today, off Tuesday, and I’ll hopefully start The Witcher 2! :}

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[in which Vael makes way too long a reply to Vossk.]

vossk:

oh-dontbeshy:

One by one, the Utopians unfollow me. Guess I’m dystopian or something. Oh well. Utopians are pricks that judge other people and turn their noses up at them. So I’m turning my nose up at YOU. I’m too good for you.

Still one left.

Hey, it’s your turn.

I’m sure I’ve offended you in some way by now.

I don’t think you realize the full irony of your statement. You’re putting yourself into the same category as one Utopian you got a bad gist from.

But no, it’s just that you’ve exited the loop that was our social circle. The Utopian thing is, for the most part, dead now. You can’t tell me you’re proud of everything you did during that time either.

Do you remember the conversation we had about how we hoped we would change for the best? You have.

First off, for the nth time, it’s not a capital U.

I was going to say, “I’m not sure why you think utopianism is dead.”, but I know why. You were involved in the discussions of the days of old, (“that time”) where I had my meatspace friends involved in The Utopian Army. Even have a business card for it. We’d have group chats and even last summer I referred to our group as the utopians. Which, by definition, was true. Since I’m not sure you’ve read the latest and greatest utopianism article - which I believe deserves no more revisioning and is in a very fair and acceptable state - I’ll summarize our beliefs for you and all readers.

Set some goals for yourself, strive to attain those goals, and come out of it as a better person/human. Motivation. Ambition. Don’t 9-5 your life away, and don’t be an asshole. Constantly learn and be ready to have your ideas challenged, as well as challenge others. That’s about it. It’s so simple, and not alienating at all. Previously the utopian article tried to set a standard for morals, but everyone differed on it, and ultimately it wasn’t my job to tell you what to believe. Utopianism is written to classify a basic set of beliefs. You don’t have to believe that killing prisoners is best for the world, or that we shouldn’t help people who aren’t bleeding utopianism. Just help the world spin.

So utopianism is dead - sorry, what exactly does that mean? The concept of not being a lazy jackassed piece of shit is dead?

I really have to question why you feel you have the right to say utopianism is dead when you haven’t been paying attention to us. Eve tried to message you on Facebook, no response. I haven’t really gone out of my way to talk to you, but our personalities are bit different from when I met you on xfire three years ago.

My best guess is that you seem to have discovered the pleasures of meatspace, and I definitely got the holier-than-thou attitude from you pretty much every time I talked to you before I just decided to stop talking to you. A few of my old friends were holier-than-thou about loving meatspace, so maybe that adds some bias for believing you’re that way. I’m not impressed by your alexithymia (recent 5-star word I learned) and I saw you becoming the same arrogant/conceited jerks they are, so that’s my terribad utopian judgment.

Though one thing you said is true: “You’re putting yourself into the same category as one Utopian you got a bad gist from.”

I am way too fanatical with this shit. I got a job and just learned to tune people out, I can’t stand them anymore. Being referred to as a “kid” by people who are much older than me yet still haven’t mastered grammar, just because of my age. Learning psychology and seeing how, in fact, I was raised poorly by my own parents. Looking at the wasted potential of everyone. We’re such a garbage hedonistic generation that I fear for the child we’re raising.

I should not be the measure of a perfect utopian. Yes, I work hard. I don’t make things that suck. I try to help out whoever I can as long as I feel they’re worth it. But, because of my hatred for others, I have no patience for anyone who isn’t bleeding utopianism, because they’ll end up pissing me off. It’s a miracle that I’ve found Eve, because no one else could stand me. What oh-dontbeshy says is true: I do judge people. I base my judgements on what I’ve dealt with in the past. I just don’t try to debate with people who say “in my opinion” anymore. :/

The fact is that while I’m pleasant to deal with and give everyone a shot, most people annoy me too much. I don’t let anything slide, not even for myself, and because of this I’ve become who I am today… I still feel like saving Eve and our children from eternal poverty was the right thing to do, I could never say I’m nothing but a good person. I just… hate people. I hope one day to learn to not let things bother me as much, but for now I can’t even imagine setting that as a goal for myself given my situations I’m in.

If you want a model utopian, look at Demi Victus.

PS: I wasn’t offended by anything you did, oh-dontbeshy. Just disappointed. Also I forgot your name, I think it’s Tori but D: ya

PPS: black coat network is still happening of course, but I’m sure Vossk will be to busy to join us.

(Source: toriiilynnwhite)

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Visited mom.

I thought it’d take me to 21:30, but I actually came home at 23:00. No complaints, except paying $40 for a top-mediocre meal.

During dinner, mom said something along the lines of, “You never even showed me what you do, I just tell people you work on the systems for a security company and sometimes you’re creating a game.”

So I made a point to show her everything I did, what Vael Victus is (she’s not too fond of Vael or Eve) and I’m glad I finished my new website just in time to show her! Except her resolution is not so good for viewing the site… :P oh well

Well, she did like the site. I think a lot of people do, though I haven’t gotten much feedback. So I explained to her how I was different from Farmville, and as I showed her MurCity, she asked “So you… did all this?”

Yeah. O.o I stared at my own creation in front of me. Sorry, MurCity, it’s just that when I’m imagining teaching players philosophical ideas through a Kino’s Journey-esque exploration system, I forget how actually good you are. Sure MurCity’s got some rough edges, but those will be smoothed out before release. If the player can just grasp the concept of progressing by doing both nothing and doing something, I’m sure it’ll be a fun game.

Showing it off in this fashion temporarily gave me a new set of eyes; I really haven’t given it serious development for about 6 weeks now, with all my other projects. I’m actually quite excited to release it, and inject some meaning into it. That’s all for now, folks.

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Archived my music collection.

[self-indulgent post about my music-collecting habits]

From what I’ve seen of others’ collections, I’m pretty unique in how I collect music. I’ve never seen someone do what I do with my collection. I will explain what I do, and then what I did.

Let’s say I’m trying out a new artist. If I find a song I like, I rename it to the standard of: Artist - Song Name. Every single song I listen to is named this way. I don’t keep full albums unless they’re easily categorized by some trait. For example, I have a few ambient albums that I don’t listen to single tracks off of. If I’m in the mood for their particular sound, I right click and play in Winamp as a playlist. The other time I’ll keep an album is when I’ve kept sufficient music off it and thus respect/appreciate the effort the artist put into it, and want to share it with others or visit it at a different time. The latest example is Panic at the Disco’s new album. Even though I kept only one song off it, I have a feeling that I’ll be able to get into more of the CD at a later time. I also respected their effort to still sound like P!atD but without two core members.

A small pet peeve I have with people is boasting about their 30 gigs of music they have, and you bet they say yes when I ask if they listen to all of it. This is because I have 22 gigs of music and I’m actually archiving it all because even though I spend 14 hours a day on the computer, I just can’t listen to things I sorta like. To be fair, that 22 gigs does include those rare albums I’ll play because they have a certain trait.

So today I’ve archived some music. 771 mb, 132 songs archived. I will listen to them rarely, but I will still listen. Those I can’t stand on the first foul swoop through the music shall be deleted. I also deleted about 10 other songs I just knew I’d never listen to. Now I’m a bit more comfortable making an “everything” play list.

Another thing I did was remove the # column from all the folders, because it’s not as if I really care about the track numbers. I also renamed my “fancy” folder to be “vintage” because though I know what I mean by “fancy”, I also know why I consider Panic!, The Hush Sound, and Cole Porter as “vintage”.

Bands/artists I’m happy I remembered: X-Japan, Union Underground, Darker Than Black’s soundtrack, and Tool.

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Why “Vael Victus”?

This is actually a pretty interesting topic. Why have we chosen to call ourselves what we do? On the ‘net, we get to choose what we wish to call ourselves. This usually reflects our personality or is the outcome of some event. So let’s begin.

In the Spring of 2008, I decided to drop my old username because it wasn’t marketable. I started using my real name, because I was a clueless teenager. I didn’t realize my name was unmarketable too. So, I didn’t really care, and just went back to my regular username.

I had become interested in cosplay/ers and was spending some time around 4chan’s /cgl/ board. Since I like to leave my mark in places, I started using a trip code, but nameless. I eventually thought to myself, “It would be so funny if I trolled people so hard that they put me on Encylopedia Dramatica!” and the creation of Vael Victus began…

I knew I wanted something dark, lavish, and memorable. Isn’t it? It rolls off the tongue and everything. It’s short, it’s just fabulous. Vael Victus. I went to a name generator for vampires and eventually came up with Victus. I sat on it for a while, probably a week. I kept trying things like Wethen Victus, (within victus! I was a great teenager) and like Salvage Victus or something, just something memorable.

Unfortunately I don’t remember where Vael came from, just like I have no idea why I decided to call my beliefs “utopianism”. I just did, one day, and at the time, I didn’t think it mattered because I was just 4channing.

It hardly worked. I was clueless and didn’t realize people would want to see my picture or whatever cosplay I could do. There were people that spent much more time there than I did, and they didn’t have articles. I probably gave up in September, when I had started going to college.

After that, I really started to get into the idea of Vael Victus. I tried to think, “Maybe I could pretend I’m an alien, it’s kind of a gimmick, and I’m here to inspire people!”. I wrote an embarrassing little doodad on my site, someone in TF2 made fun of me for it, and I never returned to the idea. (those of you who remember Play may remember a part about Vael; it was sorta like that)

I dropped my old username completely at the beginning of 2009. I got “vael.tumblr.com” and for some reason, I felt special for it. I started posting about trains. I dunno, I just slowly became Vael Victus, I guess. I was doing the alien stuff until the summer of 2009, I’m pretty sure. That’s also when I started development of MurCity and began to become a decent web developer. ;o

The bottom line is that my name was actually manufactured for success. It’s not like I was a big fucking moron, I was always ahead for my age. I just knew how to make a good name, I guess.

BONUS ROUND TIME

  • When I first started, people kept saying, “you’re miss-spelling vae victus” and “hey are you a Legacy of Kain fan?”. That seems to have died down now, and I got google to stop suggesting people meant vae victus when searching my name.
  • Some people pronounce it “Vile Victus”, particularly non-westerners. (easterners may imply asians)
  • I call myself Vael in my head and once almost introduced myself as Vael to an important meatspace acquaintance. I saved it by saying “Vaaaaaa-errrrrrry nice to meet you.” :}
  • I had an alter-alter ego, but you’ll never know who they are! Probably!
  • Number one rule in this game: never call him by his real name.

Also lol Seeking Mr. Victus’s Name.

(Source: lamattgrind)

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Today I finished my next-to-last solo excursion into Guild Wars. I finish tomorrow: I will use all my consumables and summons, whatever I have available, to destroy Duncan The Black on Hard Mode. I’ll be keeping Wayne in-tact, ready for battle at any time.
However, I had planned for the four bosses I killed tonight to take 1:30. It took 2:30. I even spent some time afterwards making sure my Hall of Monuments calculations were correct. They were, and now with this final excursion into GW, I’m free.
Uh-oh. Free? No, I’m not trapped by the game. I’m trapped by my own feelings of never being finished. It took nearly 1,600 hours of Guild Wars to finally say, that’s enough for PvE. I’m completely ready for Guild Wars 2 and I have been for quite some time: the HoM points I’m gaining now are for prestige, and are utterly… pointless, in terms of GW2 advantage. Yet I continue(d). I enjoyed the extension from 3 to 7 heroes, Eve may remember my reaction when it was so simply stated in the patch notes. “Players may now bring up to seven heroes with them.”
I won’t bore you with the finances, but after some YouTube videos I’ll post, I think I’ll feel good about GW. To get my prestige, I’ll sign in and do what I like to do in most games: Player vs. Player. Then hopefully get my prestige title and await GW2 with my loverly Eve and whoever else is joining us.
But this isn’t just about Guild Wars ending… it’s about Echo Bazaar, too. Of course I’ll never quit EBZ, but I realized today, ironically, that… I’m rather done, aren’t I? The same day I’m nearly done with GW, I’m nearly done with EBZ. There’s nothing left for me until they make new content. Just this screenshot happened today. All that’s left really is to find Mr. Eaten and buy the best of every stat’s item. When PvP comes, I’m sure my stats will make me the best dude.
I don’t know how I feel right now. I set up a playpen, showered, did some light exercise, and played Guild Wars. Wrote/read a little tumblr. Recently I felt like I was oozing utopianism with my planned schedule… I’ve had, I think, a single day as I’ve planned so far. Wednesday I see Eve. She’ll keep me to 8:15+, I’ll come home at like 10, do my internet, get tired. Sleep. Thursday I do my chores and shower. 9 hours dedicated to non-me-related work each day.
As I played, and knew I was spending too much time, I thought to myself. “Finish my portfolio site, learn some OOP, go back to murcity…”
But when? I said, September it should be ready to play on a server. Who am I kidding? 9 weeks? I’m a young man, and I don’t even have free weekends anymore with children. I don’t want to feel bad for playing games. I want to have enough time to make and play games.
I wonder what I love more in the world than my creations. Maybe I should take a tip from Mr. Eaten and sacrifice my mental stability (“fun”) for glory. Vienna.
You know I have never once seen someone who blogs like me. o.o;

Today I finished my next-to-last solo excursion into Guild Wars. I finish tomorrow: I will use all my consumables and summons, whatever I have available, to destroy Duncan The Black on Hard Mode. I’ll be keeping Wayne in-tact, ready for battle at any time.

However, I had planned for the four bosses I killed tonight to take 1:30. It took 2:30. I even spent some time afterwards making sure my Hall of Monuments calculations were correct. They were, and now with this final excursion into GW, I’m free.

Uh-oh. Free? No, I’m not trapped by the game. I’m trapped by my own feelings of never being finished. It took nearly 1,600 hours of Guild Wars to finally say, that’s enough for PvE. I’m completely ready for Guild Wars 2 and I have been for quite some time: the HoM points I’m gaining now are for prestige, and are utterly… pointless, in terms of GW2 advantage. Yet I continue(d). I enjoyed the extension from 3 to 7 heroes, Eve may remember my reaction when it was so simply stated in the patch notes. “Players may now bring up to seven heroes with them.”

I won’t bore you with the finances, but after some YouTube videos I’ll post, I think I’ll feel good about GW. To get my prestige, I’ll sign in and do what I like to do in most games: Player vs. Player. Then hopefully get my prestige title and await GW2 with my loverly Eve and whoever else is joining us.

But this isn’t just about Guild Wars ending… it’s about Echo Bazaar, too. Of course I’ll never quit EBZ, but I realized today, ironically, that… I’m rather done, aren’t I? The same day I’m nearly done with GW, I’m nearly done with EBZ. There’s nothing left for me until they make new content. Just this screenshot happened today. All that’s left really is to find Mr. Eaten and buy the best of every stat’s item. When PvP comes, I’m sure my stats will make me the best dude.

I don’t know how I feel right now. I set up a playpen, showered, did some light exercise, and played Guild Wars. Wrote/read a little tumblr. Recently I felt like I was oozing utopianism with my planned schedule… I’ve had, I think, a single day as I’ve planned so far. Wednesday I see Eve. She’ll keep me to 8:15+, I’ll come home at like 10, do my internet, get tired. Sleep. Thursday I do my chores and shower. 9 hours dedicated to non-me-related work each day.

As I played, and knew I was spending too much time, I thought to myself. “Finish my portfolio site, learn some OOP, go back to murcity…”

But when? I said, September it should be ready to play on a server. Who am I kidding? 9 weeks? I’m a young man, and I don’t even have free weekends anymore with children. I don’t want to feel bad for playing games. I want to have enough time to make and play games.

I wonder what I love more in the world than my creations. Maybe I should take a tip from Mr. Eaten and sacrifice my mental stability (“fun”) for glory. Vienna.

You know I have never once seen someone who blogs like me. o.o;