But more appropriately:
No open-toed shoes are allowed at the store. You're encourage to tuck
your ****rt in, but it's not mandatory.
I go home to my MacBook. I can't afford a Gbuddy yet. I take off the
khaki shorts and black t-****rt from work. The t-****rt design is
pleasant. Nice font. Simple. Effective. I have 5 of the ****rt. I check
my messages. Slashdot has 5 new stories. Digg; 32. I browse the
headlines. I digg a story about free speech. I think about watching
today's ZeFrank podcast. I do. It is perfect. I turn on the LCD. It
is exactly 2 073 600 pixels in size. Each is too small to see from my
couch. It is widescreen and fills most of my vision. I pick up the
remote. Wiizmos comes to life. I enter the model shop. I load my
newest toy. There are springs on the floor near where it stands. I
point towards a long one that looks like a slinky, hold A, lift my
hand, and push it forward. I let go--it is inserted into his chest.
The spring bonds to the skeleton's physics model automatically. His
head slowly dips to the side, like he's drowsy. I point the remote at
the screen, press the button, and drag his head several pixels to the
left. I add a bond to the other side of his neck. I twist my hand
slightly counterclockwise. His head tilts a bit. Just right. He needs
a talent.
I press the button labeled 2 on the controller--a screen comes up, it
says Library. I point towards letters on the virtual keyboard. Point
center top. "Y". Point right, 5 degrees. "O". Point left, 5 degrees,
"Y". Point right, 5 degrees, "O". Enter.
A list of hundreds comes up. I pick one towards the top, it is the
fifth most popular. I recognize the creator. Good source material.
Well programmed.
On the side of the small red yo-yo is a picture of Mario. My controller
makes a giggling sound. The icon of the device looks appealing. I
make a circle in the air with my other arm. The object in the icon
rotates. All sides look well formed.
I point at it, hold down the button, and drag it towards the edge of
the screen. The Library dissapears, fading out pleasantly. I point my
hand towards the extended hand of my spring-thing. I try to place the
toy off-center but the program snaps the object to the center of his
hand as I approach it. The controller vibrates meekly and makes a
clicking sound, a subtle ****ge. It's ok, you've got the right place.
I release. The yo-yo unravels fully, it hangs motionless from his arm.
I press the button on the underside of the controller. The arm is now
highlighted.
The plus button zooms the arm to full screen. Now, as I swing the
remote, the arm follows my movements. I hear quiet rattling and
grinding. It has rendered the physics of the sound of metal almost
perfectly. I remember to accentuate this fact in a new Wiizmo the next
time I play.
Again I hold down the A button. This time I swing my arm forward,
remembering how to use a yo-yo again. The 2 million-pixels burst to
life with a movement more fluid than my own. I let go of A. It asks me
to repeat this gesture. I do. The arm swings forward again, more
fluidly than before. I make a sudden jerk at my wrist. The short red
rotating cylinder stops spinning and cilmbs back up the string. It
returns to its starting point. I release A.
"Gesture recognized." I press the minus button. The robot is in full
view.
I target the northwest corner of the screen and select play. It ebbs
to life. It looks unsteady at first, but quickly recognizes how it
must walk to stay upright. The algorithim adapts. It walks faster. It
bounces up and down like metallic jello. It swings its arm forward.
He walks the dog.
I press minus again. I see a map of the entire Wiizmos.
I choose a warp point--the castle at the center. The city is bustling.
All manner of contraptions and creatures are interacting with each
other. Ocasionally I flick my right arm forward. The robot staggers,
rebalancing his motion algorithim as the yo-yo nearly strikes a cat on
a downswing. The cat does a 720-degree rotation in the air as it flips
away. It lands on its feet. The small rockets inside its paws sputter
off and it walks away, sneering at me.
I enter a glass chapel. The bloom effect is hypnotic. I press forward
on the control stick with the nunchuck in my left hand and hear a quiet
repetetive noise from my right hand. Someone's broadcasting real-time.
I walk through the chapel until the speaker on the controller gets
louder. It starts to sound from the display as well. Someone filled
their SD card with sounds of appliances and arranged them into a music
module. A conductor comes into view. He waves his hands
belligerently, falling in and out of step with tempos. The music
sounds like nausea. I highlight it with my cursor. A
semi-transcluscent box appears. It has a picture of the Mii that
created it, a title, a description, links to all of the open source
Wiizmos he used, and a large rectangle with two sides--one red and one
green. The description states that the module is unmanned and is being
played by unsheared glitches in the physics engine. Oh. Now that's
cool. I don't care if it sounds like ****. I point towards the green
box and thrust my remote towards the screen. I hear the sound of an
aluminum can righting itself after being crushed. *pop* The counter on
the screen increases by one.
I hold down the power button on the controller, and the light on the
Wii turns from green to red. I call a friend. No signal. I step
outside, it begins to blink green. Reception.
bill78@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
wrote:
> No, I think its:
>
> 1what happened?
> 2somebody sent us a bad idea
> 3 we have another signal
> 1) What!?
> 3) Main screen on.
> 1 it's you!!
> 4 how are you, gentleman?
> Now, all of your concepts are officially ours. We have stolen them.
>
> 4 you are on the way to desctruction.
> 1 What'd you say?
> 4 you have no chance to survive, make your time
> 4 ha ha ha ha...
> 3 captain!
> 1 take off every idea!!
> 1 you know what you're doing.
> 1 move ideas
> 1 for great justice
> 4 youtube.com
> Broadcast Yourself=E2=84=A2
>
>
> 2ptyou@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
wrote:
> > How about:
> >
> > Dogma XCV:
> > 1) Art must be licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike
> > or have no copyright at all.
> > 2) Art may not be wholesale mechanically duplicated, with the
exception
> > of 3).
> > 3) Art may be distributed via internet only to encourage (1&2).
> >
> >
> > 2ptyou@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
wrote:
> > > Gehn spoke to his Gbuddy. "Settings."
> > >
> > > The largest display in the room showed the menu. It read:
> > >
> > > ---------------------------------------------------------
> > > Google Settings
> > > MENU POSITION>
> > > MENU TIMEOUT>
> > > LANGUAGE>
> > > SLEEP TIMER(WAKEUP)>
> > > TRANSPARENCY>
> > > DPMS>
> > > LED>
> > > AUTOSOURCE=E2=84=A2BroadcastYourself.>
> > > SYSTEM INFO>
> > > FACTORY RESET>>>>
> > > (smash from inhouse artist:
> > > Medium:
> > > 42" 1080p LCD menu screen,
> > > 5th tab from left ca 2006.)
> > > ---------------------------------------------------------
> > >
> > > Gehn couldn't remember when he last felt this way. It hadn't been
unt=
il
> > > he was 28 that he realized the machine liked him more than he liked
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