I accidentally on-purpose saw transformers last night. I meant to see die hard, but it apparentally wasn't playing, and then we noticed that transformers was there at midnight, and i wanted to see that movie much more.

disregarding the fact that suspension of disbelief is required, I will list the ways the movie defied logic.

(NOTE: POSSIBLE TRANSFORMERS MOVIE SPOILERS)

1. decepticons can kill any non-main character easily even when they are well armed. However, they have no ability to kill or even hurt a main character that might only be carrying a pocket knife.

2. each transformer has the ability to turn into any form it can scan, yet the autobots(the good guys) all choose ground civilian vehicles, and the decepticons (almost) all choose air military vehicles.

3. the transformers can change into something half the size that they are as robots.

4. as a follow up on the size difference, there is also a cube that shrinks from the size of a house to the size of a small microwave. this isn't so bad except that the box would be so massively dense at that size that a person could never lift it, but they do.

5. people in the movie are given important responsibilities that a transformer could do 20 times better. it's like watching professional athletes play their sport with grade school kids, and actually deferring to the kids, while the other team doesn't hold back.

6. the fact that more people don't notice giant clumsy robots hanging out outside.

7. how did they get that stuff out of the south pole, especially during that time period.

8. matters of utmost importance are delayed for illogical reasons. honestly, if it's that important, why is there any delay?

9. the incredible amount of serendipity.

10. the fact that any new robot created was instantly evil, yet the story claims that they were originally peaceful.

Of coures I still really liked the movie. I think all of the errors cancelled each other out.

My plane ticket: resolved. (I fly back to Canada July 5th. And because of the time difference, it was still be July 5th when I get back)

My potential new job: check

The souvenirs: working on it.

Interesting things to note: I'm giving the message at church this Sunday. I'm talking about perseverance.

Non-sequitur: I was thinking of getting an interesting new watch. The problem is finding a watch that is reasonably functional. http://www.tokyoflash.com/en/

Observations: There is a strange feeling of collision in my head. One thought is excited about going home, another is so worn out. It's like running a marathon, seeing and seeing the finish line a couple hundred metres away. While feel so tired, and want to celebrate, you're not sure your legs will support this notion.

I feel so lucky to be apart of a not so selective club. Ze Frank has been apart of this club, and... crap, I remember reading so many other disgruntled people's thoughts on this, that made them apart of this group too. However I can't remember who they are. Anyway, this wonderful group that I'm talking about is the pre-mile high club. It's called such because you get screwed by the airline before you even take off. Luckily, I wasn't screwed to the extent of jail bitch.

The situation:
Airline representative: Okay, can you just give me your email address so I can send you the confirmation of your changed airline date.

Me: Ok, it's t-h-e-m-a-l-c-o-l-m @ _______

Airline representative: Ok, so it is the + your last name.

Me: no no, it's the + my first name.

Airline representative: oh, that might be a problem.

Me: What? Why?

Airline representative: Currently, we have your first name, and your last name reversed in our system. You won't be able to board the plane if it stays like that.

Me: But I already flew here to Korea with the ticket like that.

Airline representative: It doesn't matter.


So, now i need to go through a dumb process of changing the name.

I shouldn't have went here. http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/ it made me homesick.

http://www.grendel.org/tsc/klosterman-enemies.htm

I read this article about nemesises (or nemesi i suppose) and archenemies. As a quick summary I will explain, you apparently need both of these people in your life to succeed. It is the hate and competition that drive you, or something like that. The differences between the two are that... actually I'll just copy and paste this blip.

RECOGNIZING YOUR NEMESIS •At some point in the past, this person was (arguably) your best friend. •You have punched this person in the face. •If invited, you would go to this person's wedding and give him a spice rack, but you would secretly hope that his marriage ends in a bitter, public divorce. •People who barely know both of you assume you are close friends; people who know both of you intimately suspect that you profoundly dislike each other. •If your archenemy tried to kill you, this person would attempt to stop him.

RECOGNIZING YOUR ARCHENEMY •Every time you talk to this person, you lie. •If you meet someone who has the same first name as this person, you immediately like him less. •The satisfaction you feel from your own success pales in comparison to the despair you feel at this person's triumphs, even if those triumphs are completely unrelated to your life. •If this person slept with your girlfriend, she would never be attractive to you again. •Even if this person's girlfriend was a hateful bitch, you would sleep with her out of spite.


So this got me thinking, who are these people in my life? I think the nemesis will be easier for me to find. I think the first one was probably my brother. Second, and probably the most beneficial was Johann Koorn, look him up on facebook if you want. He was the one that gave me competition for art. If he didn't move away after grade 9, I bet I'd be an even better artist, and he'd probably stay forefront as my top nemesis. maybe. After he left, I think my brother took the nemesis title again. This was about the time Brad started travelling, and maybe I was jealous or something. I guess this has mostly dissapated now. well as much as nemesi dissapate. And if I was to guess my latest nemesis, it would be Alison Bulger. My ex-girlfriend. The secret competition rages on. Maybe. I'd probably do better at it if i wasn't as apathetic.

I don't know my archenemy though. I'm sure if I did though, I shouldn't mention it. Maybe I'll go find one.

It has been a game since maybe 2 or 3 months ago to make my msn name subtle enough, and yet still indicative of my current situation/feelings. Or maybe just subtle poking fun at others on msn.

I think it started with the msn name, "self-deprecation is the height of cool" in reference to someone else's self-deprecating msn name.

and right now my msn name is "not enough corners".

Rather than just explaining the meaning though, i will present 3 options as to the meaning.

I think it will be more fun.

a) I keep rounding a corner towards success. but i'm afraid of the actual success so i constantly try to find more corners to round to postpone that possible outcome.

b) there were too many misbehaving children, and it felt like there just weren't enough corners to put each one in.

c) corners represent an unsafe area for children. so my subtle sarcasm is pretending to be the voice of the builders of my school's play area.

i need to post some cool, so i've stolen some:

http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/15.04/esp.html
For six weird weeks in the fall of 2004, Udo Wächter had an unerring sense of direction. Every morning after he got out of the shower, Wächter, a sysadmin at the University of Osnabrück in Germany, put on a wide beige belt lined with 13 vibrating pads -- the same weight-and-gear modules that make a cell phone judder. On the outside of the belt were a power supply and a sensor that detected Earth's magnetic field. Whichever buzzer was pointing north would go off. Constantly.
"It was slightly strange at first," Wächter says, "though on the bike, it was great." He started to become more aware of the peregrinations he had to make while trying to reach a destination. "I finally understood just how much roads actually wind," he says. Deep into the experiment, Wächter says, "I suddenly realized that my perception had shifted. I had some kind of internal map of the city in my head. I could always find my way home. Eventually, I felt I couldn't get lost, even in a completely new place."
On a visit to Hamburg, about 100 miles away, he noticed that he was conscious of the direction of his hometown. Wächter felt the vibration in his dreams, moving around his waist, just like when he was awake. [...]
When the original feelSpace experiment ended, Wächter, the sysadmin who started dreaming in north, says he felt lost; like the people wearing the weird goggles in those Austrian experiments, his brain had remapped in expectation of the new input. "Sometimes I would even get a phantom buzzing." He bought himself a GPS unit, which today he glances at obsessively. One woman was so dizzy and disoriented for her first two post-feelSpace days that her colleagues wanted to send her home from work. "My living space shrank quickly," says König. "The world appeared smaller and more chaotic."
[...]
During a long brainstorm session, they wondered whether the tongue could actually augment sight for the visually impaired. I tried the prototype; in a white-walled office strewn with spare electronics parts, Wicab neuroscientist Aimee Arnoldussen hung a plastic box the size of a brick around my neck and gave me the mouthpiece. "Some people hold it still, and some keep it moving like a lollipop," she said. "It's up to you."
Arnoldussen handed me a pair of blacked-out glasses with a tiny camera attached to the bridge. The camera was cabled to a laptop that would relay images to the mouthpiece.
I cranked up the voltage of the electric shocks to my tongue. It didn't feel bad, actually -- like licking the leads on a really weak 9-volt battery. [...] I walked around the Wicab offices. I managed to avoid most walls and desks, scanning my head from side to side slowly to give myself a wider field of view, like radar. Thinking back on it, I don't remember the feeling of the electrodes on my tongue at all during my walkabout. What I remember are pictures: high-contrast images of cubicle walls and office doors, as though I'd seen them with my eyes. Tyler's group hasn't done the brain imaging studies to figure out why this is so -- they don't know whether my visual cortex was processing the information from my tongue or whether some other region was doing the work.


and this....


Brain Generated Music: The user attaches three disposal leads to her head. A personal computer then monitors the user's brain waves to determine her unique alpha wavelength. [...] Music is then generated by the computer, according to an algorithm that transforms the user's own brain-wave signal. [...] the fact that the sounds are synchronized to the user's own alpha wavelength to create a resonance with the user's own alpha rhythm also encourages alpha production.
The music itself feels like it is being generated from inside your mind. Interestingly, if you listen to a tape recording of your own brain-generated music when you are not hooked up to the computer, you do not experience the same sense of transcendence. Although the recorded BGM is based on your personal alpha wavelength, the recorded music was synchronized to the brain waves that were produced by your brain when the music was first generated, not to the brain waves that are produced while listening to the recording. You need to listen to "live" BGM to achieve the resonance effect.
And now there's this brand new vaporware:
Project Epoc is a headset that uses a set of sensors to tune into electric signals naturally produced by the brain to detect player thoughts, feelings and expression. It connects wirelessly with all game platforms from consoles to PCs. Project Epoc now makes it possible for games to be controlled and influenced by the player's mind.