And birds go tweet?

I’m thirty-three and I’m just now getting into Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Obviously I think it’s genius. What I saw was a dissection of conservative America from the point of view of a zealously hedonistic man-who-became-god who really overdoes it in the drama queen department when faced with his own reality. In other words I saw myself.

Indiana Jones and the Many Sides, Many Sides

The internet is making shame obsolete. This same revolutionary communication tool that has predictably now been harnessed for evil by the Nazis has also brought together juggalos, bronies, gamers, furries… people who love things that that society (rightly or otherwise) has deemed shameful are today able to band together and publicly celebrate something they believe in.

I think we should probably do something about the Nazis.

A blog post

Is a reassuring illusion better than the truth?

I see people over and over choose the illusion despite knowing better, which makes me feel less guilty about barely living in reality myself.

The illusion is you. You imagine what someone once told you was there, back when you were too stupid to question them, and now you’ve forgotten to question why it should exist in the first place. Blaming reality for not conforming to your expectations is a terrible excuse for not trying to improve your own understanding.

It’s easy to notice how many people are told they’re great, despite doing terrible things. You could conclude that our society is so superficial that it would be more effective to impose your point of view on people than to try and teach them to understand for themselves.

The reality is that diversity is always a strength. I don’t know any simpler way of understanding it. People who have the same background will tend towards the same style of thinking over and over until intellectual inbreeding sets in and diverse opinions become foreign and scary.

Individualism isn’t going to be punished by the universe itself– at least not directly. It provides its own punishment in teaching you to devalue the life experience and knowledge of people who are not you.

In which a revolution is live-tweeted

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Remember April 2017, when the youth officially turned on Pepsi. We will not be marketed to any more, they said. You misrepresent our culture and we do not approve.

Good for them. It’s a great story if it’s true. (You can google “pepsi ad 2017” if you want a better sense of the media narrative.)

I’ve found a lot of use for this sentiment recently; to say that something is a great story if it’s true. I said it about @RoguePOTUSStaff. I said it about Trump’s pledge to “drain the swamp”.

It’s getting hard to know anything for sure. It’s like our society has learned how to doubt things, but not to resolve enough of them to be able to sleep at night.

The world will keep turning. Every day people learn new things, and we will eventually figure out new solutions to the things that keep us up at night.

We will learn that there are better things to believe in than lizard conspiracies and UFO abduction reports and corporate narratives and “authority”.


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I believe that a police shooting is murder. I believe that capital punishment is murder. I believe that assisted suicide is murder. I believe that abortion is murder. I believe that slaughter for meat is murder. I believe that squashing a spider is murder. I believe that fumigation is murder. I believe that anti-bacterial soap is murder.

I believe that murder isn’t the black and white issue that everyone seems to think it is.


Imagine that a product exists, maybe a tool, maybe an entertainment product, that is just perfect for you. It’s the thing you didn’t realise you’d been waiting your whole life for. But you don’t know about it.

In an ideal version of reality, how do you want the sellers of this product to let you know that it exists and you can buy one?

I guess the flip side to this question is; how do you ever know someone wants to hear what you have to say? Isn’t society one big collection of unsolicited messages?

Would the ants in the grass understand what the man’s Volvo is?

Do they know you can buy Pepsi in aluminum or glass?

Advertising is art with an ulterior motive for existing. As long as we’re not being openly lied to, I don’t think it’s bad exactly, but in a world where there are important things to do, I would suggest it’s probably doing more harm than good.

Your creators

I recently pledged $1 per month to a youtube channel that redubs old episodes of the pokemon cartoon to change the plot and characters to something completely different. It’s not Ibsen, but it makes me laugh a lot, enough that I still feel like I’m kind of ripping them off by only giving a dollar a month.

But they sent me this nice email with the heading “Thank you for supporting your creators!” which I thought was kind of an amazing way to phrase it. I’ve never equated the act of creating something with the idea of “my” creators, but it’s kind of the same thing. I’m the sum of all my experiences, so if some of those experiences were designed by other people, in a way that places those people among my creators.

I watched an interview with Ashly Burch from the Hey Ash Watcha Playin series of internet videos, and apparently she’s playing the hero in some new big budget open world game that came out recently. She mentioned the female Commander Shepherd from Mass Effect as one of her inspirations, which reminded me of that one time when I learned from Saints Row 3 that all you need to do to write women well is write them as men and swap out the model for a female one.

I’m reminded of Jack Nicholson’s character from As Good As It Gets. When I was a teenager my mum took me to see it at the cinema, and I don’t think thirteen year-old me understood half of it, but it ended up sweeping the oscars. Anyway the point is his character’s talent is writing romance novels, which is something that comes across in no aspect of his personal attitude. When a woman asks him how he’s able to write women so well he responds; “I think of a man, and I take away reason and accountability.”

It’s no struggle for a man to fully empathise with a woman, all he has to do is forget that he wants to have sex with her.

Attractive people are blinding in a way. I’m not sure there is a better way of saying it. The question becomes whether to embrace this higher imperative or suppress it, and try to shield your eyes.

Owlboy, Roguelikes, and recreational mathematics.

Don’t they teach recreational mathematics any more?

I haven’t stopped playing video games. Just WoW.

Recently I played through a great mid-price indie game ($25 is mid-price, right?) called Owlboy. It felt like a SuperNES-era zelda game, all exploration and adventuring. The amazing thing that this game does is so simple it seems dumb it hasn’t been done before. It’s a metroidvania-style platforming game but instead of platform jumping you just fly.

Owlboy is the most vertical game I’ve ever played. Imagine zelda-style world map exploration, but you just keep flying up, and up, and up and up and up. The music changes as you keep moving up, into and through a seemingly endless sky full of floating islands; towns, dungeons, friends, enemies, secrets. And you collect coins and unlock additional weapons and buy upgrades and eat vegetables to regain health.

It’s got a pretty decent Final Fantasy style story to it too. I’m generally opposed to unskippable story scenes in games, but I didn’t mind these ones too much. (For the record I thought The Stanley Parable was pretty cool, and I didn’t bother to “play” Dear Esther.)

More important than any told story Owlboy has atmosphere.

And now I’ve played through it all twice and I’m bored with it. If only there was a way to somehow generate unique gameplay situations every time you played, he said, awkwardly segueing.

I played a bit of The Binding of Isaac, quite a bit of Spelunky, and a metric fuckton of Darkest Dungeon.

I love the roguelike genre. The inability to completely control your environment creates a need to play to 100% of any potential advantages, and to weigh every choice carefully using incomplete information.

I see it in a way as a simulation of life. Failure may be inevitable, but every choice matters. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong, so the simplest route to success is generally the best one.

The other game I’ve been playing is Hearthstone, which is based on Magic, which on balance probably deserves its utterly generic name. I mean since it literally invented the genre.

Magic is a competitive game played with two (or more) people. The gameplay is based on generating interesting math problems and game theory style psychology. From a pool of hundreds of cards, players create a deck from which they draw cards at random and use the unique functions of these cards to try to win the game.

A major feature of Magic is that it’s impossible to know what cards your opponent has or what cards you will draw next, making it effectively a roguelike game– each player weighing their choices using incomplete information.

Magic is not a game for people who are bad at losing. It will teach you that control is an illusion, that there is no status without challenge, and that in any complex system incredible things will always happen.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve just learned about and bought and downloaded a follow up to Limbo called INSIDE. It looks pretty cool.

The precipice

These are interesting times. We were so busy trying to break the glass ceiling we didn’t notice how unstable our footing had become.

I wonder whether this situation can’t end positively. Nobody was expecting Hillary to be anything but a business as usual politician from a well known brand who happened to be female. How many more years could we have pretended that democracy was working, had she been elected? Now we have little choice but to acknowledge the system is broken.

It’s only at the precipice that we change.