| Google Voice can't speak jew. |
[17 Dec 2009|10:36pm] |
So...Goggle voice is pretty neat. However, as advanced as Google is (om convinced they are actually SkyNet), they cannot yet ranslate the gibberish that comes out of the Joo's mouth. I got a voicemail from Jared earlier and this is what the transcript that Google Voice generated from said VM. as follows...
"Hi, I'm wouldn't care fancy winter weather phone thing. Hopefully series choose not truck. Anyway, I'm at U Mass. I was saying that heading back to Boston right now, but I know if you're around what the grab some lunch in our hands or whatever. If not, no big and I will see you online. Alright later."
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| Forays into ActionScript |
[16 Dec 2009|10:34am] |
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I keep liking ActionScript more as I’m working on it. Still a little slower at problem-solving than I’d like, and I keep falling into the documentation cracks between simple things and more complicated tasks. For example, starting a new project using a Main Controller construction isn’t really well documented, and there aren’t a lot of example of taking a project from start to doing something useful. That makes it a bit difficult for me because I tend to learn best by looking at examples. I’ll probably be setting up a quick tutorial on setting up a project to show how classes in the Flash IDE interact with files on the computer for other people like me.
Anyway, here is the UI skeleton that I’ve done so far:
Not amazing, but I think it works well for what it’s going to do. I’ll keep the progress updated here.
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[14 Dec 2009|12:17am] |
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"At first light, lay proud foundations.."
I remember being in a packed club, the base beat dub a wall around me, this pounding electronic beat echoing through me..the youth of everything around me. The ageless sweaty ritual of my tribe around me, and the gods in which we prayed to answering back with electronic voices of pain and solace and sex.
Where did that youth go? Where is our tribe? I ask myself this, as my finger fly here over this keyboard. The music is still as prevalent as ever, and it gives me the same lustful fury as it did ten years ago, but my eyes are darker, and the laugh lines a bit deeper, and my back hurts just a bit more in the morning.
Those drunken nights and sleepy days are behind me again, they exist in a fairy land that I can only observe. I can sit in the club, sip my drink, and watch those young tribes re-enact the ageless dance. They, like me, believe that they are the only ones to ever feel how they feel, that they are the only ones to know how life is, and how so fucking alive they feel! Like napalm and sex combusted on the sun..
I am not allowed. This is outside of my realm now. With a line, I have drawn myself into adulthood and comprehension, and leave the world of the young and confusion behind.
With this line I mark the past...
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