Archive for December, 2005

The virtues of disappointment

Esteemed comic Bill Bailey states that the English, as a race, crave disappointment.

I’ve been musing a lot recently on the the subtler powers at work in the human psychology and came to the conclusion that I have always found disappointment a more powerful force than anger. Occasionally advised as a treatment for recalcitrant youth running wild in the homestead, I’ve found that in my experience its force extends further long into adulthood.

The problem with anger is that being on the receiving end will generally do one of two things: trigger a collapse into tears or ignite a fiery defensive riposte. Before long a simple disagreement over the best thing about being a pirate can escalate into a full blown cutlass thrusting brawl. It’s very rare that an individual, angrily told that he has ‘a really stupid face’, will feel obliged to change his ways. One sees this often in modern day disagreements between the smoker and the non. More often the non-smoker gets worked up about the smoke being blown in their faces and angrily indicates no smoking signs the more virulently the smoker doth take up his cigarette in defience at the system. Although of course the addictive power of nicotine plays no small role. I’ve heard it claimed that some people smoke just so they won’t become militant non smokers.

I am reminded of another parallel in the violent and frankly illogical protests by animal rights activists. Being a vegetarian myself, and believing in the moral case for it, I find myself slapping my head in frustration with the anger tactics of these hotheaded fools. Who would want to be associated with a movement that espouses violence as a way to stop violence? Then again this kind of fuzzy thinking seems to be employed by almost all those in positions of power these days. Yes, there is a place for intervention but one musn’t charge in all cock-a-hoop with the mad idea that beating people upside the head will somehow heal their suffering. The only message they might learn is that violence is not the answer unless you do loads of it while well dressed, and then of course it’s very proper.

Now all that seems like a whole lot of shit to me. If you want to have an influence and really change things then what you need is the true withering force of disappointment. There is no riposte to disappointment, it’s not a direct attack; it slides by you, making you think at first you’ve got away with it. Then you realise that you’ve actually lost something, you’ve dropped down in the social spectrum. Somehow you are lessened and you know you only have yourself to blame. Where to now? The way back is through redemption, you have to absolve yourself and prove yourself worthy again.

Imagine the smoker, instead of angrily shouting in his or her face try a dissapointed but polite ‘Oh’ when they ask if they can smoke. Make it clear that you thought they were a little better than that and really that they owe it themselves to probably, you know, in time phase it out - because frankly speaking its a little embarrasing for a modern cool and funky gentlemen or a young and stylish lady to be indulging in such a backward practice. Of course the coda of disappointment indicates that you musn’t say these things, but merely ‘make them known’. Once the general message gets out through the codes of looks and small frowns that the practice of smoking just isn’t cool, but that noone wants to embarrass anyone by actually mentioning it; it’d probably stop overnight.

Oh you can’t beat the refreshing frisson of a little angry debate here and there for sure, its honest brutal and very immediate. However if you favour real, albeit gentle, change then one must understand the subtler forces of the slightly disapproving eyebrow.

The Story Of ‘Jeff’

I'm so roneryTo introduce this story I should start by saying that I have a new job! It’s pretty ace, in fact I’m there right now. I do Web Support for e-lab and although that my sound boring, it’s not. The people are brilliant and I work about 20 feet from Mannion, which is nice. Anyway, the office is a bit confusing because of the 2 Mat(t)s, and sometimes there’s a Pat as well. I’m wondering how long is best to wait before I should mention the idea of calling me ‘Jeff’, and I thought I should maybe explain the backstory to the name for those who don’t know.

What’s that you say? Jeff’s not my real name? No in fact it’s not. It’s not even my middle name. It all begins some time ago when some of my friends from Coventry Adam, John, Dan, Phil, Gaz who shall remain nameless kept getting my name confused with that of another friend, Mike. Now I’ve known these people for years which made it all the more annoying. Their excuse was that Matt and Mike were really similar so it was understandable. Not by me it wasn’t! So I decided to make it easy for them and just blurted out “Well just call me Jeff! That’s not like Mike!”

Why Jeff? Well I’d always liked the name and it always reminds me of a scene from Wayne’s World 2 that some of you may remember. It’s worth noting that it’s Jeff. Not Geoff, or Geoffery, or, god forbid, Jeffery.

Anyway. It didn’t catch on. No-one called me Jeff and I pretty much forgot about it. Then came uni and the other Mat. I tried suggesting the Jeff idea again, in what has to be described as a much more confusing situation than ‘Matt and Mike’, and for some reason it stuck. Now everyone in Leam calls me Jeff and I’m sweet with it. I’ve even stopped responding to Matt at home.

So there you go. Now you know the story. I keep trying to convert my Coventry friends but it seems to have less of an effect. Never mind, they’ll come round some day.

Heavy Machine Gun

Nick learns Maya

This morning I installed Maya Personal Learning Edition to my computer. If you’ve seen Lord Of The Rings, or Harry Potter, or numerous other films and even games, then you’ll have seen the end result of the kind of 3D awesomeness you can do in Maya. It’s loved by moviemakers because of its stunning realism, and by game makers because it makes it so easy to work stuff into their games.

It’s all very good and very expensive. So Alias, the makers, release a free version. Yes, they really did. It’s got a few things disabled that most people won’t use and the final rendered image has a watermark over it, but basically you have the power here to build all the orcs and wizards you like (if you’re that good). I’m sure it’s very good for Alias in the long run as it gets everybody obssessed with the program so they have to buy it. I took this as the perfect opportunity to get good at 3D modelling without having to resort to piracy (or Blender; seriously, if a program doesn’t use left-click to select objects, there’s something very wrong with it!).

Usually the hardest part of starting on a 3D program is answering the questions “How do I move around? How do I make a sphere/cube/teapot? How do I move that around? Where’s me washboard?”. Fortunately the program starts up with a menu of short movies, which show you how to get going with all the basics, which was very lovely. It was fairly intuitive, and the manipulation stuff would be familiar to anyone else who has tried 3D Studio Max.

I made a face! And I can only continue to improve (I seriously hope so judging by that crappy face)

Smiley face drawn in Maya

P.S. I don’t get paid to rave about Maya, I just like it.

Maya 7 logo

Arcade Action

Yeah, you remember, don’t you? Playing those old games on an arcade machine; perhaps at the bowling multiplex, perhaps on a rainy day at Blackpool pier. Boop… boop… boom, aaand you’re dead. Another 50p in the slot, ker-chunk, 1 credit, would you like to continue, yes please I would. Repeat until pockets are empty.

Now take that experience, and remove the bit involving money, and increase the density of arcade-machine/m2. Now put it in a cricket pavilion with a bar. You are imagining what we were doing all last Saturday, because we went to the Retro Ball. Let’s not be under any illusion, it’s not that kind of ball with dinner jackets and dancing, it’s essentially a large area filled to bastardry with classic arcade machines, pinball machines, and consoles, which are all free to play all day. The best fun was found in trying out these old games you’d never heard of but were immensely fun, though it also had its fair share of classics such as Time Crisis (the one with the light-gun) and Street Fighter 2 Turbo (the one with the fighting). They even had an old computer running Lemmings.

After all this of course, we were even more into retro arcade games than before, which was quite a lot to begin with anyway. Jeff and I in particular have been raving about a game called Metal Slug (which I’ve just managed to get on my computer - a very productive day is ahead of me, proven possibly by the fact that the first half of this sentence was written about 8 hours ago).

It won’t be long before we start getting retro-style controllers like this awesome pants thing:

Dual arcade controllers
Followed by a full-blown arcade machine standing where the oven used to be, while we resort to cooking pasta in the kettle. It’s only a matter of time!

Vatican Opulence

Lonely City

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