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Permalink Picked up a game for $8 at the Nazi Warehouse (read: Sam’s Club). Its, um. Kind of bizarre. Think Digimon meets Lunar, only puppets, and there are no cool cinemas. I keep staring at the Playstation and going, “Did they even know what platform they were making this for?” And the ‘Station just whimpers and begs me to stop playing.
I think its just that its a total culture shock from FF9, where its all fluid movements and eight cinemas in a row, where-as Eternal Eyes plays like a Genesis game that got bumped up to Playstation for no apparent reason. In fact, it kind of reminds me of Shining Force, only the characters aren’t as cool, and it make less sense. And yet, I play on….
Permalink I wanna make u2 skins. O.O;
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*six hours later*
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Permalink Just when you thought it was safe to channel surf….
Anybody else seen the new Chilis commercial? I caught it earlier, completely by accident, and didn’t really know what the hell it was at first. I was just kind of hopping channels, hoping to find something to distract me for five minutes, and I pause at this dimly lit scene of four guys gathered together, talking to the camera about what would appear at first glance to be a friend’s drug use. And already I’d moved on to the next channel when this little voice in my head — the same one that can recognize “The Music of My Heart” over the sound system at a crowded department store despite only having heard it once before…evil, evil voice — whispers, “Wait…wasn’t that JC?”
So, flipping back, it turns out, that yes, it is. And there’s Joey, Chris, and La-chan, as well. And they still appear to be involved in a Behind the Music-esque discussion of the availability and temptation of something or other, and for a moment I’m actually thinking its a serious, if deeply surreal, ad…I mean, there was something strange and unreal about their anti-drinking spot, too, so I think I can be forgiven for falling for it momentarily.
Until they close in on La, saying, “I can still remember when Justin hit rock bottom….” and then pow, cut to a scene of them in a studio, half-heartedly harmonizing, until Justin breaks into, “I want my baby-back, baby-back, baby-back…ribs!” I liked to have died. It was the funniest thing I’ve seen all week.
I really want them to play it again. I kind of need that shit on tape.
Permalink So, um. I’m on disc 3 of Final Fantasy 9, which the uber-shib, and I’m moseying along, pretty happy, cause I finally got the giant — and yes I did name him Fatone, because what else do you call a bearded eight-foot tall man with screaming red hair who apparently thinks he’s Superman? — and Freya returned *cheers* and I think I finally maybe got the hang of the card game, and everyone has slick gear, and we’re on our way to go save Jaycee (not. one. word) and I think Alexander actually is Alexandria Castle (?!?!!!) and wheeeeee, lots of cool cinemas, and then….freeze frame. And I’m not talking the cool Willow-kissage kind of freeze frame, oh, no. KitCatt’s disc is fucked up.
Behold my unamusement. Behold its vastness. Behold the monkey-shit-covered-ness of it all. Now lick it.
Permalink So, apparently I’m the James Bond Villian Personality Test. I’m not sure what’s more disturbing. The fact that there is such a thing as the James Bond Villian Personality Test….or that fact that there’s a Which Online Personality Test Are You? one.
Altho, the fact that I actually took it is fairly disturbing in its own right….
Permalink Gah. I want to redesign something! Unfortunately, everything either has a design I’m happy with, or hasn’t been touched in soooooo long, that just looking at it makes my brain whimper and hide.
Also, I’m a bit short on the ideaness, anyways. Its always fun when you want to be creative, and yourself just won’t work with you. ¬_¬
Permalink Mel kidnapped me for a couple days. It was nice, cause I missed her, and we hadn’t gotten to hang out or even really talk for a while. So of course she gets a bad cold and my allergies decide to get wonky, leaving up both feeling oh-so well.
Still. Catt and Amel Time is always good. And we watched queer shite, and I played massive amounts of FF9 while she rested, and it was nice to be able to really let out how I was feeling about my mom and how she handled getting rid of Nikita, and know that I was understood.
I just feel worn out right now, and sad, and my eyes are kind of hot and itchy.
Itchy. Tasty. Heh.
Permalink I want a hug. My furball is living somewhere else now, and I don’t know where, and I feel bad and bought and uncaring, and then I feel worse because I don’t feel like it bothers me enough that she’s gone.
And you know what I have to show for it? A Queen concert video and a three-pack of Buffy figures. And if anyone wants them, they can fucking have them, because there’s just no pleasure to be found in treats given to soften a blow.
I want my goddamn cat, you bitch. I want to have at least gotten to hug her goodbye, and fuck you for taking that from me.
Permalink From Luke to Megs to me…the madness that is Maket-O-Matic. Ah, the smell of randomly generated bullshit in the morning. Gotta love it.
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Work of Anti-Art in the Age of Generative Reproduction
The matrix creates, the chaos permeates. In the material artifice, art objects are deprecations of the imaginations of the matrix — a matrix that uses the chaos as a parallax to enmesh ideas, patterns, and emotions. With the synergy of the electronic environment, the matrix is reaching a point where it will be free from the chaos to transcend immersions into the parameters of the delphic artifice. Work of Anti-Art in the Age of Generative Reproduction contains 10 minimal shockwave engines (also refered to as “soundtoys”) that enable the user to make tingly audio/visual compositions.
measuring chains, constructing realities
putting into place forms
a matrix of illusion and disillusion
a strange attracting force
so that a seduced reality will be able to spontaneously feed on it
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Catt Walsh’s work investigates the nuances of modulations through the use of stopframe motion and close-ups which emphasize the Generative nature of digital media. Walsh explores abstract and artificial scenery as motifs to describe the idea of cyber-intuitive artifice. Using expansive loops, non-linear narratives, and allegorical images as patterns, Walsh creates meditative environments which suggest the expansion of space…
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