actuality.log

Ok, you can calm down now. While changing a ton of journal related ‘backend’ things, I decided to update it as well.

This is just an arbitrarily long test phase. While I sort out spam blockers and comment moderation and such.

I know, it looks too bright to me too. I will make it dull and dreary soon enough.

Where do I begin? Ah yes, due to an unfortunate turn of events in her company’s fiscal state, a friend of mine was recently laid off and leaving AA soon. She told me about this in the evening, when it was decided we hang out and talk about things over dinner. As we were walking around downtown looking for a nice place to eat, we walked past a theatre where I ♥ Huckabees was showing. Having read and heard so much about it recently, I had to see it. We gobbled up what could be classified as a ‘quick dinner’ and rushed to make it on time.

And it was a good thing. I’ve not laughed this hard in a long time. It’s this totally offbeat story involving four people whose lives are intertwined in odd ways, as part of the “grand tapestry of all existence”. It’s a dream-like take on a lot of events, with a crude (and cruel) sense of humour that’s “intellectually masked” with metaphysical discussions.

Though it makes you wonder about some things, the movie doesn’t take itself too seriously and ends up making fun at opposing points of view. And I can’t get the cute title song out of my head. Cute, that’s the word. Everything about it was just very cute. If you’ve not yet convinced, it even has dirty (you’ll see what I mean) sex.

Disclaimer: Naomi Watts is gorgeous. There is good reason to believe the above review was consequently clouded.

Samples: Blanket Truth, Quantity, Not Quality, and Now!

Well on the inside anyway. I just cleared up 192 MB of spam and brought it down to about 500 KB of legit comments. None of your words of wisdom have been lost, do not worry.

I am just being a little cautious and plan to enable some sort of spam blocker and other trickery to prevent this from happening in the future. So for now, you still won’t see a functional ‘comment link’ attached to the posts.

I have an SQL database size limit of about 100 MB on my host, and my database usually hovers around 3 MB in size. With recent comment spam, this rose within a couple of hours to over 150 MB and there were all sorts of resulting flakiness (and over-the-limit bills). For now, I have backed up comments and wiped them out. I will restore them after I fiter out the noise, and learn how to prevent such nonsense in the future.

Sorry.

Oh, and spam bot writers — fuck you.

It feels like this super-special illegitimate-yet-legal child of an Irish tourist and a Japanese woman.

I’ve only had about 4–5 hours of “The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker” (wind waker, for short), but I can unequivocally state it is probably one of the most awesome gaming experiences one can ever have. The visuals are stunning. There are those who claim cartoony-is-bad. Don’t listen to them. It feels fabulous. Everything just fits. The expressions on the characters say so much more than most voice acting. The controls are responsive and intuitive. The worlds are immersive and impressively deep.

You don’t get to play Link, but some random kid hundreds of years in the future to whom the adventures of Link are just a legend. It doesn’t matter. Most relevant details of the original story are captured and brilliantly portrayed through this little boy’s quest to rescue his sister. The most moving part in all of this, for me, is the exquisite music (I near wept during some sequences). The tunes have portions close enough to remind you of special moments in older games, but still distinct enough to be fresh and entertaining.

It’s awesome.

I read somewhere that you ought to “Sell your grandmother, remortgage the cat, do whatever you have to do, just don’t miss-out” when it comes to Half-Life 2. I’d say that is a worthy description of how I feel about the wind waker.

Such updates will eventually be mirrored in the GameCube page. And no, I don’t get paid by Nintendo to write such things.

Update: Vaguely related — because you can.

One of my nearest neighbours has extreme baking skills. I mean, she is extremely capable of baking a mouth watering cake / batch of muffins. How do I know? I have a nose. Now all I have to do is find out who she is and befriend her.

Because you know what they say about good bakers. Good bakers make good friends. Or at least, good sources of food. Or at least, sources of good food, probably.

Mean, but what’re you going to do.

“hello sir
my name is obfuscatedforsavingface , my gre is score is 1070 , i did project in automation in step motor and i selected in national level and i got the certificates also , i am having good knowledge,with this score i can get admission in this university , i am from mechanical branch

ok bye sir”

Was there a question somewhere?

Anyone else (shudder) remember Obfuscatedforhisprivacy Singh?