Or, there is a very slim possibility that Garda needs more resources to fight against Jaywalking as we can see from this video below showing upstanding directing of traffic which happened to happen at the same time as some odd protest against water charges in Ireland:
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
"New" "anti-terrorism" "laws" - just to quote
It seems that Ireland is preparing to fight terrorism on it's own soil again. Foreign Minister Charlie Flanagan's speaks kind mildly on quotes published in Journal.ie: “We need strong partnership between Member States as well as cooperation between the EU and third countries and organisations in the Middle East and elsewhere. The recent appalling terrorist attacks in France and Nigeria remind us that terrorism does not respect borders.”
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Rhittimossimos de la goons
They were so gloom
the endings of ashtray said boom
rivers da mountain veremissimos de la goon
le cat said spoon soon
(note to yourself: add a tag for bad poetry)
the endings of ashtray said boom
rivers da mountain veremissimos de la goon
le cat said spoon soon
(note to yourself: add a tag for bad poetry)
Friday, August 22, 2014
A something, and a poem
If we all behind.
It is not nice when people die, or if their little funny ones die.
It is not nice.
I will bring out everything with just one poem:
Krhmmm
I will start now
krhmmmm.
This might be nice, and here it goes:
I don't know what it is called
It gives me scars
Ruby, saphire, the blood diamond
It ends here
so cool, and so cold
I feel attention
because I'm so old
It shows a light
killed people, killed souls
we are for shining gold
Kill the mother, kill the son
It's not someone you know
loose a tie, loose a soul
academies are going low
diamonds, emeralds lying low
good to be let it show
one good thing for you to know
I'm gonna stand with ladies sewer low
Know its good, know its bad
there is no sunshine underneath the ban
this is the fallocalipse
this is it, this not now, laughing chips
you are young
you will learn all the crips
all the things
you will be
the important feminist
It is not nice when people die, or if their little funny ones die.
It is not nice.
I will bring out everything with just one poem:
Krhmmm
I will start now
krhmmmm.
This might be nice, and here it goes:
I don't know what it is called
It gives me scars
Ruby, saphire, the blood diamond
It ends here
so cool, and so cold
I feel attention
because I'm so old
It shows a light
killed people, killed souls
we are for shining gold
Kill the mother, kill the son
It's not someone you know
loose a tie, loose a soul
academies are going low
diamonds, emeralds lying low
good to be let it show
one good thing for you to know
I'm gonna stand with ladies sewer low
Know its good, know its bad
there is no sunshine underneath the ban
this is the fallocalipse
this is it, this not now, laughing chips
you are young
you will learn all the crips
all the things
you will be
the important feminist
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Do you believe in Theological Atheism?
Author of the blog writes about how he ended up to be a Theological Atheist. Scene's middle act is about growing up, and most of those are made-up for those with literal conscience. The ending is about why Stephen Hawking might have been up to something, and the Author agrees smiling.
I was raised as a Christian, and I had Jesus (or Jaysus) in my mind when going to sleep, and waking up. But I wasn't born Christian, and I did not end one - as far as I can tell. I can't point out the actual moment, when I stopped being a Christian. I probably was never a good Christian either. I did say my prayers. I even tried to haggle with God, which I think plenty of Christians still do, like trading favours of doing good deeds, and expecting in return fame, wealth, love, and excellent On The Ball skills of Champion's League level. It was roundabouts twelve when I realised that I wasn't connected to the almighty and throwing rocks at people who disappoint me -god.
I must admit that the following teenage angst phase wasn't any easier without the almighty watchful eye above me. Maybe I would have become a better person with a lot of goodness in my heart to share if Eastern Bunny and Santa Claus would have been there for me. Probably I would have used half of my life feeding the poor, and striving for peace if I would have taken the Burning Bush inside my heart instead of my lungs. Instead I became the beloved and feared champion of The Church of The Flying Spaghetti Monster. I was so full of the God thing that the only thing worst then people preaching and subjugating to Christianity was the holocaust.
Teenage years and early adulthood was spent either studying other religions, history, and philosophy, or promoting free-mindedness and Atheism. But not without a cost. I have been almost always ready to take the challenge of battling out in the philosophical battlefield of beliefs, mostly advocating against God, or by going to the laughable degrees of demanding evidence of the forces unseen. Some could argue that I have taken the scientific road, the liberal biased view, or even the ugly and godless reality based world view, which to my own defend isn't all that I got.
Maybe arts in all of it's forms is a god to someone, or at least a something that is opposed to reality as being more than just physics. Philosophy of ideas that are not bound to any physical form although manifests itself in the space-time continuum of atoms.
During that miserable, and almost unbearable time, I found out about Stephen Hawking by accident mostly. He had written this nice little book about The History of Time. Which is a good book, if you are not too much into that shit about physics undergraduate level, nor to that the History Is Always Accurate kind of nonsense.
He threw this quick explanation about the expanding universe. The idea was that by following the red shift, a color affecting stars' colors, scientist could explain the idea how the stars in our galaxy are going away from each other, and in the middle there is a huge black hole which tries to capture all the runaway stars. And they could also use the idea to somehow explain the age of the universe. Current estimate is about 13,4 - 13,8 billion years. It's funny how astronomical measures can be like measured to very close to, approximately, take or leave, here and now, about few hundred millions of years. But this is my opinion only
But as a true scientist, he also wrote in his book, that it could be possible that God wanted us to see the universe that way, hence making a compromise between the Creationist's believes of Earth being around 5000-7000 years old, and the other explanation where you could include the few hundreds of millions of years, take or leave a few billions.
This is where I am.
I am an Atheist, who believes that there is no God. Still I would like to make compromises even though mother taught me not to do any, cause then you will have to do those for the rest of your life.
Maybe God intended me to be an Atheist. I want to believe in that. And here I pronounce the faith of the Theological Atheism born. Join me. God wants you to be an Atheist.
I was raised as a Christian, and I had Jesus (or Jaysus) in my mind when going to sleep, and waking up. But I wasn't born Christian, and I did not end one - as far as I can tell. I can't point out the actual moment, when I stopped being a Christian. I probably was never a good Christian either. I did say my prayers. I even tried to haggle with God, which I think plenty of Christians still do, like trading favours of doing good deeds, and expecting in return fame, wealth, love, and excellent On The Ball skills of Champion's League level. It was roundabouts twelve when I realised that I wasn't connected to the almighty and throwing rocks at people who disappoint me -god.
I must admit that the following teenage angst phase wasn't any easier without the almighty watchful eye above me. Maybe I would have become a better person with a lot of goodness in my heart to share if Eastern Bunny and Santa Claus would have been there for me. Probably I would have used half of my life feeding the poor, and striving for peace if I would have taken the Burning Bush inside my heart instead of my lungs. Instead I became the beloved and feared champion of The Church of The Flying Spaghetti Monster. I was so full of the God thing that the only thing worst then people preaching and subjugating to Christianity was the holocaust.
Teenage years and early adulthood was spent either studying other religions, history, and philosophy, or promoting free-mindedness and Atheism. But not without a cost. I have been almost always ready to take the challenge of battling out in the philosophical battlefield of beliefs, mostly advocating against God, or by going to the laughable degrees of demanding evidence of the forces unseen. Some could argue that I have taken the scientific road, the liberal biased view, or even the ugly and godless reality based world view, which to my own defend isn't all that I got.
Maybe arts in all of it's forms is a god to someone, or at least a something that is opposed to reality as being more than just physics. Philosophy of ideas that are not bound to any physical form although manifests itself in the space-time continuum of atoms.
During that miserable, and almost unbearable time, I found out about Stephen Hawking by accident mostly. He had written this nice little book about The History of Time. Which is a good book, if you are not too much into that shit about physics undergraduate level, nor to that the History Is Always Accurate kind of nonsense.
He threw this quick explanation about the expanding universe. The idea was that by following the red shift, a color affecting stars' colors, scientist could explain the idea how the stars in our galaxy are going away from each other, and in the middle there is a huge black hole which tries to capture all the runaway stars. And they could also use the idea to somehow explain the age of the universe. Current estimate is about 13,4 - 13,8 billion years. It's funny how astronomical measures can be like measured to very close to, approximately, take or leave, here and now, about few hundred millions of years. But this is my opinion only
But as a true scientist, he also wrote in his book, that it could be possible that God wanted us to see the universe that way, hence making a compromise between the Creationist's believes of Earth being around 5000-7000 years old, and the other explanation where you could include the few hundreds of millions of years, take or leave a few billions.
This is where I am.
I am an Atheist, who believes that there is no God. Still I would like to make compromises even though mother taught me not to do any, cause then you will have to do those for the rest of your life.
Maybe God intended me to be an Atheist. I want to believe in that. And here I pronounce the faith of the Theological Atheism born. Join me. God wants you to be an Atheist.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
The Sequel of Critics
First of all, Jean-Claude Van Damme is a star, and a lot better of an actor than Steven Seagull. Fortunately he has not made politically motivated movies filled with a social consciousness agenda as the mentioned Seagull, or Sylvester Stallone, or Arnold Schwarzenegger. I still usually enjoy Van Damme's movies. Yesterday when I saw Universal Soldier: The Return, I was not missing words, I had a hard time figuring out how to put them on paper.
The first of the movies, the original Universal Soldier, included Jean-Claude Van Damme, and Dolph Lundgren (guy who played also the infamous The He-Man, and The Punisher). They both play soldiers who die in the line of duty, and are resurrected with this amazing technology which puts them back on the playing field. They are enhanced in many ways, but it comes with a trait that they have to be cooled down all the time, or they will malfunction. The original movie had a storyline which took a while to play out.
These dead soldiers are like game pawns in the great game of generals, and instead of building bigger bombs they want to build this perfect soldier which costs like millions of dollars, and are hard to deploy, and maintain. Almost like Hornets except they cannot fly, and they are not equipped with anything good, except a great speed, strength, and other superhuman abilities like eating lots of food.
There was something wrong with this sequel, and it might affect every other sequel in the fransiche, franciche, franscheer, whatever fransische (looking for the term of describing some continuum of products based on a brand [self note: correct this when you get the word, or publish it, nobody cares]).
I'll start with the title. Say it out loud, say Universal Soldier: The Return. I think the only reason why the came out with that title, is because it's cool. It's better than Universal Soldier: The Sequel. When searching through IMDB I can find 7 titles of Universal Soldier, and six of them are probably a part of this continuum.
The Return was made 1999. There are also two movies starring Jean-Claude Van Damme after that. And one movie didn't star Van Damme, but that one got made during the same year starring Burt Reynolds. The movies starring Mr. Van Damme are named Regeneration (2009), and The Day of Reckoning (2012). All of them are rated bad by the baseline of IMDB.
Why do they make these movies? I think Van Damme and Universal Soldier are like a bad pizza. Even when it's horrible, it's still kind of good. I will not give you any spoilers. Return's main plot is a Skynet kind of a computer which becomes self conscious, and this is bad because it is a part of a thing called "Matrix" which interlocks with every Universal Soldier. It's called Seth. Not like Hal, in the Space Odyssey 2001, but it has a rounded ball as a face, and it has a picture of unchanging Rubik's cube inside the ball. Maybe somebody unconsciousnessly thought about Stanley Kubrick.
Movie is cut abruptly. Everytime somebody says something dramatic, and there is supposed to happen something even more dramatic, the film keeps rolling just like it's trying to be an hour plus something movie in length. Sometimes the action happening around of actors, and actors saying their lines seem to be from other movies. In Jean-Claude Van Damme's case I don't know what is happening. In the story he is shown to have a daughter, and when everything goes wrong, his motivation seems to be that of her daughter, but for some reason it seems like he keeps forgetting his daughter.
"Isn't your daughter in there?" comes out in one scene. Then Van Damme is smiling to the person asking the question. Then he looks out in the soul of human kind (which is one Van Damme's right side, which is probably the reason why it took so long for him to react), and after a pause which feels like a minute, he says "I hope she is alright". And then nothingness. Sometimes it seems like nobody really cares if the movie comes out wrong or right.
The movie sucked, and I probably have to see those newer sequels.
The first of the movies, the original Universal Soldier, included Jean-Claude Van Damme, and Dolph Lundgren (guy who played also the infamous The He-Man, and The Punisher). They both play soldiers who die in the line of duty, and are resurrected with this amazing technology which puts them back on the playing field. They are enhanced in many ways, but it comes with a trait that they have to be cooled down all the time, or they will malfunction. The original movie had a storyline which took a while to play out.
These dead soldiers are like game pawns in the great game of generals, and instead of building bigger bombs they want to build this perfect soldier which costs like millions of dollars, and are hard to deploy, and maintain. Almost like Hornets except they cannot fly, and they are not equipped with anything good, except a great speed, strength, and other superhuman abilities like eating lots of food.
There was something wrong with this sequel, and it might affect every other sequel in the fransiche, franciche, franscheer, whatever fransische (looking for the term of describing some continuum of products based on a brand [self note: correct this when you get the word, or publish it, nobody cares]).
I'll start with the title. Say it out loud, say Universal Soldier: The Return. I think the only reason why the came out with that title, is because it's cool. It's better than Universal Soldier: The Sequel. When searching through IMDB I can find 7 titles of Universal Soldier, and six of them are probably a part of this continuum.
The Return was made 1999. There are also two movies starring Jean-Claude Van Damme after that. And one movie didn't star Van Damme, but that one got made during the same year starring Burt Reynolds. The movies starring Mr. Van Damme are named Regeneration (2009), and The Day of Reckoning (2012). All of them are rated bad by the baseline of IMDB.
Why do they make these movies? I think Van Damme and Universal Soldier are like a bad pizza. Even when it's horrible, it's still kind of good. I will not give you any spoilers. Return's main plot is a Skynet kind of a computer which becomes self conscious, and this is bad because it is a part of a thing called "Matrix" which interlocks with every Universal Soldier. It's called Seth. Not like Hal, in the Space Odyssey 2001, but it has a rounded ball as a face, and it has a picture of unchanging Rubik's cube inside the ball. Maybe somebody unconsciousnessly thought about Stanley Kubrick.
Movie is cut abruptly. Everytime somebody says something dramatic, and there is supposed to happen something even more dramatic, the film keeps rolling just like it's trying to be an hour plus something movie in length. Sometimes the action happening around of actors, and actors saying their lines seem to be from other movies. In Jean-Claude Van Damme's case I don't know what is happening. In the story he is shown to have a daughter, and when everything goes wrong, his motivation seems to be that of her daughter, but for some reason it seems like he keeps forgetting his daughter.
"Isn't your daughter in there?" comes out in one scene. Then Van Damme is smiling to the person asking the question. Then he looks out in the soul of human kind (which is one Van Damme's right side, which is probably the reason why it took so long for him to react), and after a pause which feels like a minute, he says "I hope she is alright". And then nothingness. Sometimes it seems like nobody really cares if the movie comes out wrong or right.
The movie sucked, and I probably have to see those newer sequels.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Darker Indie Batman - Boy Wonder
Nice random pick from Netflix today. After watching the latest episode of the much so popular Breaking Bad taking it's final trench run, I needed something fast paced action. Boy Wonder is, according to it's description, like an Indie version of Batman. Netflix says it's about a boy, who is traumatized by the death of his own mother, and becomes the vigilante to catch the bad guys.
What I didn't expect to see the Bruce Wayne High School through the glasses of early M. Night Shyamalan. I mean its clever, and it has it's twists like M. Night Shyamalan's early work. It is also dark like Frank Miller's Batman. Imdb gives the movie 6,7 out of 10 rating, but Netflix gives it 4,5 stars out of five. Netflix got much more closer to the truth, but it could be because Netflix has a much more narrow user base. My points are 4 at Netflix, and 8 at Imdb.
I couldn't help myself making comparisons with Batman, and the movie's title didn't make it easier to pass the opportunity.
Must say that Netflix picks up good indie movies, at least here in Ireland. Don't know if other parts of the world has that same luxury.
What I didn't expect to see the Bruce Wayne High School through the glasses of early M. Night Shyamalan. I mean its clever, and it has it's twists like M. Night Shyamalan's early work. It is also dark like Frank Miller's Batman. Imdb gives the movie 6,7 out of 10 rating, but Netflix gives it 4,5 stars out of five. Netflix got much more closer to the truth, but it could be because Netflix has a much more narrow user base. My points are 4 at Netflix, and 8 at Imdb.
I couldn't help myself making comparisons with Batman, and the movie's title didn't make it easier to pass the opportunity.
Must say that Netflix picks up good indie movies, at least here in Ireland. Don't know if other parts of the world has that same luxury.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Men who hate female gamertags
Hey you, you psychophysicalsocial being! Go back to being a psychological, or physical, or social being, and do something very stereotypical from my point of a view. You cannot play on our field.
The third wave of feminism (or equalism, as some may prefer) is a mixture of modern sociology build on the political ideas of the previous generations. You might say that it goes beyond of genders, to it's core self of words in semiotical sense. See, we are not males and females, we are constructs of our minds. To make it simple, think of the movie Matrix. There is a scene where people eating, and whose whole lives have been unreal in a sense, that robots have messed with people's brains to make them observe reality as them robots want them to, start a discussion about senses, or more like, how be observe reality. These people have lived in this place called the Matrix, where every possible thing that you can imagine, is projected in your mind, and one day some of them see the light, allegorically, and start to fight against these machines. If you are not familiar with the movie Matrix, I hope you have had at least the opportunity to come across the Plato's cave allegory.
Back to the scene: people, outside of this imaginative Matrix, are feasting in this post-apocalyptic world, and eating some kind of a porridge. One of the freed souls starts to think that, as they were in the Matrix, what if the computer, which inputs all sensory data straight into people's brains, got mixed up with how things really taste. He throws out this idea of what if chicken actually tastes like that nutrious-but-undelicious porridge that they are eating, and the taste of chicken (in the Matrix) is actually from a totally different food. He even goes farther by thinking, what if the computer doesn't know what chicken tastes like at all, and that is the reason why everything tastes like chicken.
The allegory here is that every part of our used language and customs are based on transferred beliefs, and our job as thinking individuals is hard as hell. We actually have to figure out what those abstracts mean, and I must say that I'm still working on the Wittgenstein level. Wittgenstein paradoxically thought that language is so inaccurate that we shouldn't use it at all, and he went very deed explaining it to us mortals - using language. How it affects my thinking, and what's my point? Well, gender is also a product of our language, and while we can see that gender is also a physical, and a social construct, it's also a psychological construct of how we perceive it in ourselves and others.
This is the surface of my thoughts when I found this cool blog post titled "Game on ladies" on Fly Girl Gamers. It wasn't the actual post which troubled me the most. It was the commentaries - again. There must be some kinds of rules of physics that get commentaries sidetracked. I even think that there is a pseudo Hitler-card somewhere along the comment posts. Not sure.
Original post is about a guy, who finds out about how much trash young men throw against women. It's a very short, eye-opening story about a man, who logs to Xbox Live (assumption) with his wife's gamertag (that's kind of a cheating, but I'll let it slide) to play Mass Effect 3 multiplayer. Two of the other players out of four instantly start bringing this gamer down as they think that the actual player is a woman. Let me bring out that this is a co-op, a game mode where people have to work together to achieve goals. The husband stays silent, but is furious, and starts playing more seriously than ever. After the first round, he is away ahead of the two other in scores. These two, may I remind you that this is co-op, take sides to beat "her" score - failing. After the actual session, the fourth one, who hasn't spoken a word during the session and scored second best, came alive stating: "Damn, she and I had the top two ranks and you guys spent most of the match dead on your backs... You let two girls dominate you. Daaang." She was a woman, but just not speaking, cause...would you?
I think justice got served on some level, but what if the player, and the "other" girl, would have not been so great at the game? Then it would have just proven the point of - now I have to be careful - women can (also) suck at games.
I would recommend reading the comment posts, all of them, even after the hilarious KOZ ends up his ranting about the inferior women players.
Also through commentary I found two magnificient web pages, which get their empowering strength from the misogynist players hating women.
http://fatuglyorslutty.com/
http://www.notinthekitchenanymore.com/
Recommend.
- Jacob / Jaakko / Dublimat / Jagesta
Now on xbox: Assassin's creed 2 - brotherhood, Final Fantasy XIII
Reading: Fables part 6, The fecking book of Irish history for anyone who hasn't been paying attention for the last 30,000 years, The girl with a dragon tattoo (originally: Men, who hate women)
Catching up on television: Dexter, True Blood, Quantum Leap (5th season), How I met your mother (2nd season), Falling skies (1st season)
The third wave of feminism (or equalism, as some may prefer) is a mixture of modern sociology build on the political ideas of the previous generations. You might say that it goes beyond of genders, to it's core self of words in semiotical sense. See, we are not males and females, we are constructs of our minds. To make it simple, think of the movie Matrix. There is a scene where people eating, and whose whole lives have been unreal in a sense, that robots have messed with people's brains to make them observe reality as them robots want them to, start a discussion about senses, or more like, how be observe reality. These people have lived in this place called the Matrix, where every possible thing that you can imagine, is projected in your mind, and one day some of them see the light, allegorically, and start to fight against these machines. If you are not familiar with the movie Matrix, I hope you have had at least the opportunity to come across the Plato's cave allegory.
Back to the scene: people, outside of this imaginative Matrix, are feasting in this post-apocalyptic world, and eating some kind of a porridge. One of the freed souls starts to think that, as they were in the Matrix, what if the computer, which inputs all sensory data straight into people's brains, got mixed up with how things really taste. He throws out this idea of what if chicken actually tastes like that nutrious-but-undelicious porridge that they are eating, and the taste of chicken (in the Matrix) is actually from a totally different food. He even goes farther by thinking, what if the computer doesn't know what chicken tastes like at all, and that is the reason why everything tastes like chicken.
The allegory here is that every part of our used language and customs are based on transferred beliefs, and our job as thinking individuals is hard as hell. We actually have to figure out what those abstracts mean, and I must say that I'm still working on the Wittgenstein level. Wittgenstein paradoxically thought that language is so inaccurate that we shouldn't use it at all, and he went very deed explaining it to us mortals - using language. How it affects my thinking, and what's my point? Well, gender is also a product of our language, and while we can see that gender is also a physical, and a social construct, it's also a psychological construct of how we perceive it in ourselves and others.
This is the surface of my thoughts when I found this cool blog post titled "Game on ladies" on Fly Girl Gamers. It wasn't the actual post which troubled me the most. It was the commentaries - again. There must be some kinds of rules of physics that get commentaries sidetracked. I even think that there is a pseudo Hitler-card somewhere along the comment posts. Not sure.
Original post is about a guy, who finds out about how much trash young men throw against women. It's a very short, eye-opening story about a man, who logs to Xbox Live (assumption) with his wife's gamertag (that's kind of a cheating, but I'll let it slide) to play Mass Effect 3 multiplayer. Two of the other players out of four instantly start bringing this gamer down as they think that the actual player is a woman. Let me bring out that this is a co-op, a game mode where people have to work together to achieve goals. The husband stays silent, but is furious, and starts playing more seriously than ever. After the first round, he is away ahead of the two other in scores. These two, may I remind you that this is co-op, take sides to beat "her" score - failing. After the actual session, the fourth one, who hasn't spoken a word during the session and scored second best, came alive stating: "Damn, she and I had the top two ranks and you guys spent most of the match dead on your backs... You let two girls dominate you. Daaang." She was a woman, but just not speaking, cause...would you?
I think justice got served on some level, but what if the player, and the "other" girl, would have not been so great at the game? Then it would have just proven the point of - now I have to be careful - women can (also) suck at games.
I would recommend reading the comment posts, all of them, even after the hilarious KOZ ends up his ranting about the inferior women players.
Also through commentary I found two magnificient web pages, which get their empowering strength from the misogynist players hating women.
http://fatuglyorslutty.com/
http://www.notinthekitchenanymore.com/
Recommend.
- Jacob / Jaakko / Dublimat / Jagesta
Now on xbox: Assassin's creed 2 - brotherhood, Final Fantasy XIII
Reading: Fables part 6, The fecking book of Irish history for anyone who hasn't been paying attention for the last 30,000 years, The girl with a dragon tattoo (originally: Men, who hate women)
Catching up on television: Dexter, True Blood, Quantum Leap (5th season), How I met your mother (2nd season), Falling skies (1st season)
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