08.20.08
Posted by Varies at 9:12 pm in cereal
Ferdinando called me later that week asking to hang out. I was down with that, so it wasn’t long before we convened at the old diner. Oddly enough, he was already in the booth by the time I got there. It wasn’t normal, I tell ya. He’d never beat me to the punch in his life. I brushed it off, though, citing some quip I heard once about broken clocks being right twice a day.
“Yooo, Ferd! What’s the good word?”
He reached over and bumped my outstretched fist.
“Jus’ chillin’, bro. You know how it go.”
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08.19.08
Posted by Varies at 9:12 pm in cereal
A few hours of downing expressos later, I was pretty amped up for the meeting with my prospective boss. The place was not at all like the LCO. The LCO was like an old haunted house or something while Dale’s was like business office. I walked in and the receptionist at the front desk asked me if I was looking into adoption. When I told her that I was here to see Dale, she buzzed him over the intercom and he was out to greet me. He had the air of a car salesman about him, and he greeted me like an old friend.
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08.18.08
Posted by Varies at 9:12 pm in cereal
Having nothing better to do, I went down to the part of the city where Dale’s House of Orphans was operating. Unlike the LCO, which was in the middle of nowhere, Dale’s was in the heart of the city. It was around the corner from a hospital and across the street from a high school. I had a hunch that the location was deliberate — what with all the teenage pregnancies these days. While I was scoping out the block, I stopped in at a coffee shop to order a pick-me-up. Sure was cold that day, and I hadn’t slept much the night before, either.
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08.15.08
Posted by Varies at 5:01 pm in cereal
It’d be a pain to describe all the night’s action, so I’ll just point you to the results.
I won. Big. I went in with 2.5 G and walked out with 10 big ones. That’s the power of intuition, my friends. Of course, I wasn’t completely satisfied. For as much as I pulled in, the bozos running the show probably made double. They didn’t have to gamble, either. All they had to do was take a cut of the ticket sales.
As a man who always has his eye on bigger fish, I was itching to get in on that sweet little gig. So, while waiting in line to get my winning tickets cashed, I couldn’t help myself when I saw one of the dudes who I’d seen coming out of the euro cars earlier.
“Hi,” I said. I had the feeling that I was going to have to reel it in slowly with this guy.
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08.14.08
Posted by Varies at 4:52 pm in cereal
I had arrived a few minutes early, so I sat around for a bit and took in the atmosphere. There were a few tough-looking dudes carrying trays stacked with coloured tickets. That reminded me — I had to figure out the betting system before things got rolling if I wanted to get the most out of the night’s action.
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08.13.08
Posted by Varies at 5:42 pm in cereal
It wasn’t until the day of the meeting that I remembered that I hadn’t asked Ferdinando when we were supposed to get there. What? I was too busy getting other people to pay back their debts to bother with much else.
Anyway, I called up Ferdi and asked him when the meeting was.
“Yo Ferd, what’s up?”
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08.12.08
Posted by Varies at 2:41 pm in cereal
When my buddy Ferdinando put the envelope in my hand, I was skeptical to say the least. He must have noticed it, too, because he flinched when I flicked open my knife.
“Trust me, bro, it’s all there.”
“We’ll see,” I said.
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08.11.08
Posted by Varies at 11:23 pm in cereal
I’m writing a story now.
It’s about an underground fighting league for orphans.
Updated Monday-Friday for as long as I can manage it. Don’t expect super long posts.
The “cereal” tag will have to do, seeing as I can’t create tags. It’s a homonym for the word serial.
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06.26.08
Posted by 3 at 1:14 pm in "reality", Toys, Justice, Domestic Abuse, grammar
The results of DC v. Heller are finally in, and it seems to be a momentous victory for owners of both firearms and a sound understanding of the English language. In a 5-4 decision, the Supreme Court of the United States reaffirmed the Second Amendment of the Constitution as an individual right to bear arms rather than a collective, a distinction that Justice Antonin Scalia outlines in a rather unsubtle verbal jab at fellow Justice John Stevens in his writing of the majority opinion.
In any event, the meaning of “bear arms” that petitioners
and JUSTICE STEVENS propose is not even the (sometimes)
idiomatic meaning. Rather, they manufacture a
hybrid definition, whereby “bear arms” connotes the
actual carrying of arms (and therefore is not really an
idiom) but only in the service of an organized militia. No
dictionary has ever adopted that definition, and we have
been apprised of no source that indicates that it carried
that meaning at the time of the founding. But it is easy
to see why petitioners and the dissent are driven to the
hybrid definition. Giving “bear Arms” its idiomatic meaning
would cause the protected right to consist of the right
to be a soldier or to wage war—an absurdity that no
commentator has ever endorsed. See L. Levy, Origins of
the Bill of Rights 135 (1999). Worse still, the phrase
“keep and bear Arms” would be incoherent. The word
“Arms” would have two different meanings at once:
“weapons” (as the object of “keep”) and (as the object of
“bear”) one-half of an idiom. It would be rather like saying
“He filled and kicked the bucket” to mean “He filled
the bucket and died.” Grotesque.
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06.06.08
Posted by Varies at 9:31 pm in games
Perhaps you’ve heard the claims that games such as Resident Evil 5 and Pokemon are rife with racism. If you have, skip to the next paragraph. If not, here’s the quick and dirty. Resident Evil 5 is a game where you fight zombies. Up until now, the zombies have been the reanimated corpses of generic white folk. In this installment, however, the zombies are African. The controversy extends beyond the fact that the player’s avatar is a white man who shoots hordes of [black] corpses. There is also the feeling that the characterization of the people of Africa as mindless heathens is racist. I hope my summation of the issue has been objective because I don’t want to get into this issue here. Pokemon was also accused of racism when a children’s book author wrote an article stating that the pokemon Jynx was a racist caricature of black people based on the classic black-face depiction.
One thing that I want to say is that games like NBA live are far more racist (and intentionally so) than both RE5 and Pokemon were purported to be. The games are actually quite hilarious in their attempts to appeal to a certain (black adolescent) demographic. The soundtracks are packed with hip hop and they glamourise a certain lifestyle that is the crux of race inequality — seriously, check out titles like NBA Ballers or NBA Street, and decide for yourself if these games don’t paint a rather unflattering picture of black culture. All of this is intentional, too. Because they’re trying to target a demographic that identifies with this sort of thing, and the best way to appeal to them is to use stereotypes to resonate with them. If you thought that the big-lipped, dark-skinned Jynx was meant to make fun of black people, I’d like for you to realise that the games that I mentioned do a much better job of making black culture seem like a joke.
Okay, now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, here’s what I really wanted to talk about.
I want there to be a game that is undeniably racist. Indeed, a game that is ABOUT racism. A game where you start out as a black child growing up and having to deal with racism as you try to grow up and achieve success. You would have to face the real dilemmas that many black children face as they grow up. You can focus on academics and play the game in a comparatively boring way that alienates you from many of your black peers while providing you with a relatively safe and stable way to make progress. Alternatively, you can engage in delinquency and goof off. This side of the game would be more like GTA, providing you with excitement and action. Throughout the game, you would encounter injustices that attempt to block you from making your way forward. I think it could be a good game while also being an enlightening experience. The game would factor in everything from the lightness or darkness of your skin, the neighborhood that you grow up in, the level of your parents’ education, your family structure, and more. It would be a hard game, one where the player might sometimes wonder what the point of it all is and call the game unfair. What he might not realise is that millions of real people feel the same way about their lives.
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