obviously you've never played zelda in your life, am I wrong ?
I wont even address what you said because you simply suck.
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obviously you've never played zelda in your life, am I wrong ?
my case is slightly different. I tend to pursue my daily gaming after I go to sleep, usually in the form of 'dream-gaming' : long, detailed sessions of the game I was playing while awake happening all in my dreams.
At some point when I was (admitedly) playing way too much texas-hold-em, I would keep playing in my dreams, often several hundred hands a night, and could even wake up knowing how much I had 'made' or 'lost' that particular night. I could also remember vividly most of the hands, my opponents' characteristics and the session's specific vibe.
used to be the same when i was playing (admitedly) too much UO: I would go as far as MACROING in my sleep sometimes.
It's easier to build a world empire being a black nobel-winning liberal than a white ivy league dropout.
bah nevermind, useless.
you obviously w
- work for EA for a while, at least until I can find a real job : CHECK
- leave the company with a nice bundle of cash and the appearance of now having insider knowledge : CHECK
- take various SHORT positions on EA stocks with the leverage of my new firm : CHECK
- write a nasty paper about how bad EA is ran, and have it published on
- take even SHORTER positions on EA stock : CHECK
- wait for stocks to drop, take LONG positions and retire to the caiman islands.
ahhhh Elite 2 : Frontier... what a game
I used to pilot a Panther clipper (some really big transport ship with 6 gun mount-points and 2.000 metric tons of cargo capacity) and I would fit it with an hydrogen scoop (to collect fuel from gas giants).
I would then buy 300t of grain, 50t of narcotics and a few sex slaves, a few automated mining installations, and head straight AWAY from the civilizaed core of the galaxy, into the unknown (and the unpopulated), where I would simply jump from star to star, refueling out of the outer layers of gas giants' atmospheres, dropping mining stations on select asteroids and rocky planets.
I once managed to reach the center of the galaxy that way (hundreds of hours of play), until a statistical rarefaction of gas giants occurence inside a 300 ly zone forced me to stop jumping and settle.
Oh yeah. I would also converse with my ship computer, discussing philosophy and politics, that sort of stuff. 'her' name was, unsurprisingly, 'Panther'.
The idea of leaving the corruption and conformism of the federation / empire far behind would procure me intense joy, and that truly was the only way I could play the game while still feeling different.
good thing I never installed Eve Online...
yeah, let's all get together, fix the "injustice", and in the process let's just trash our cities, murder our citizens and rape 5 million women a year.
If you intend on blaming everything on racism I know I surely can't stop you : I know from experience that a lot of people will just NOT look at cultural, religious, racial, climatic or biological factors IF they can just shout "racist !" instead and get away with it.
For your information, and after having spent 8 years in SA, claiming that blacks commit 95% of all violent crimes in SA isn't "racism" but merely stating obvious facts. So the first comment you just quoted is hardly indicative of racism, although it is indicative of decent familiarity with the statistics.
I don't deny the fact that social and economic factors are essential in order to grasp the new SA criminal reality, but to outright dismiss biological and cultural factors as "racist" is frankly delusional.
a good picture being better than a thousand words...
"I'm South African so yay for South Africans of all colours, shapes and broken accents"
How long since your last trip to J-Burg ? Remember the city as it was 15, say, 20 years ago maybe ? Clean and ordered ?
I remember a time when aliens in fiction were used as a mean to explore the intricacies of our own evolution as a species, or to reflect on our own tendencies toward self-destruction, the H-Bomb, the cold war, that sort of stuff.
When Stanislas Lem wrote Fiasco, aliens were a way to reflect on the nature of communication and its philosophical conundrums. Good stuff.
Saddening to see political correctness take over that too, and turn a potentially mind-boddling discovery into a mere pretext for bigoted post-cultural and post-racial propaganda.
They surely won't get my money for that one.
oh please, enough with the preaching already.
"good thing you're white I guess", bleh, you obviously haven't even read some of the comments, including the one made by someone who isn't black but whose girlfriend is, and who all happen to find this bullshit revoltingly idiotic.
The simple fact is that most of us are aware of racial factors, just like most of us are aware of social, political, sexual, and younameit factors which happen to MATTER in our lives and jobs. Most of us also tend to make fun of essentially two things : ourselves (self-derision) and OTHERS, i.e people and things with substantially different backgrounds, natures, ways of life, etc.
If you can't live with your own humanity, try the Borg. You sound like an 8-yo left-wing convert with the appropriate zeal.
As for the article you linked, I find it very refreshing, especially in our era of self-doubt, total relativism and utter lack-of-ballness.
Also, I am an arab from north Africa. Yeah. Cops are racist indeed ; so are we all.
possibly no writer ever stimulated, fascinated and moved me as intensely as JGB routinely did.
one poster mentionned Voices of Time, yes one of the greatest short stories ever written, but others are also must-reads : the Overloaded Man, Manhole 69, Billenium and Theatre of War immediately come to mind.
his style was truly unique, an insane blend of clinical precision and hyper-sensate, almost hallucinatory inventiveness. His lucidity regarding our present collective condition was unparalleled, possibly a by-product of the way his overimaginative mind coped with his bigger-than-life early years (he was interned in a japanese prison camp outside Shanghai when he was 9) and latter hardships (the death of his wife impacted his writing more than any other event in his adult life)
What should one read from Ballard ? Everything.
" Slowly he felt the puttylike mass of his body dissolving, his temperature growing cooler and less oppressive. Looking out through the surface of the water six inches above his face, he watched the blue disc of the sky, cloudless and undisturbed, expanding to fill his counciousness. At last he had found the perfect background, the only possible field of ideation, an absolute continuum of existence uncontaminated by material excrescences. Steadily watching it, he waited for the world to dissolve and set him free. "
The Overloaded Man, 1961
Hope he felt something similar upon departure.