Besides the fact that the title of this blog is a reference to an online video series that chronicles the ongoing adventures of a group of porn stars attempting (and succeeding quite awesomely) to play D&D, it also references something that my friends and I do quite often...well...almost. It references a new way to do something that we do multiple times per week. I am, of course, talking about role playing. "Duh" I hear you cry, "You called it Online Role Playing for a reason, I assumed." Well you can take your attitude, mister smarty pants, and leave! The rest of you fine, glorious, and slightly moist people can stick around and listen to me espouse the virtues of this activity!
Role playing is, at the heart of it, very very much like acting. Only, without the script. Improv! Role playing is, at the heart of it, very very much like improv. You have a character who you embody - that character has a backstory, a personality, and so forth (much like Holtarrion in the journal I have been keeping - Yes, yes, I did only start doing that last week, but the person who pointed that out can join their friend in the hallway, thank you very much - I will see you both after the class has finished) and you create their future by interacting with other players or non-player characters. In the case of more traditional role playing games, the success or failure of your actions is determined not by how well you can play the character, but instead by a series of dice rolls (it's just like Maths: The Game, I love it!) Online role playing, however (as well as the offline free form varieties, like the Murder Mystery party I held a while back) rely solely upon your ability to pretend, to immerse yourself in the other world, and to play nicely with others (something those two in the hallway just don't seem to understand, apparently.)
For the purposes of keeping everything nice and together, Laura (who I haven't really mentioned in this blog, but who will be cropping up more and more frequently, I imagine) has created a Facebook group which houses several posts, each of which represents an area in the fictional world. To interact with the world, you simply post your actions as a comment on the thread, and everybody kind of feeds off what you do. This, of course, means that you don't have to have anybody else online with you for your to participate - though in this situation you might be waiting for anywhere up to a couple of hours before somebody responds to you, it means that you don't have to worry about everybody being together at once.
The story we have going at the moment is, brilliantly enough, being written by everybody as we go along. There is no over-arching plot, there are no goals that we have to achieve, there isn't any big bad who is going to come and slaughter us if we don't go training. We do what we want. We write how we want. We make it up as we go along. Really, the only rule with this is that as long as you respect the other participants, and as long as you respect established continuity (once something has happened it can't unhappen...) then you're fine. It's brilliant.
So I guess then, that you're wondering the big question of "Why?" (and it's certainly not the first time I've had that question asked in my classroom, I'll tell you!) Well besides the fact that it's fun, and that it exercises your creative muscles, it's a pretty cool social activity. I mean, sure you're not technically interacting with other people as yourself, but you are playing a game with them, and games are one of the most social activities out there.
One Hundred Hundreds
Ten Thousand Things I Have To Do Before I Die
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
The More You Didn't Care To Know, Part 1
It occurs to me, sometimes, that I am considered a font of knowledge for many different areas. These areas, and the knowledge contained therein are, of course, mostly completely irrelevant and thus I'm not particularly helpful, per se. But still, it is nice to be considered something of a polymath. The best thing, of course, about the word polymath, is that if you have to ask if you are one, then you aren't. It's like a self-fulfilling prophecy, only the prophecy is about smug self-righteous intelligence. But enough waffling! You came here to be educated (because it's Tuesday, and that's what happens on Tuesdays!!) and so today I thought I would explain the differences between some words - words that are, of course, commonly confused. There would be no point in explaining the difference between the word 'pancake' and the word 'Tuesday' because the two are connected in no particular way (other than, of course, Shrove Tuesday, but that's just because I was thinking about delicious food...)
Then vs. Than
The confusion that exists between 'then' and 'than' strikes me as somewhat odd. Once you know what the two words actually mean, then hopefully you should agree that they are quite different. It's kind of like the words 'dead' and 'deed' - sure they only differ by a single letter, but I'd rather much have many deeds than many dead.
The word 'than' is a comparative term. It is used to compare two objects, expressing the fact that one of the objects experiences a certain quality in greater abundance (man it's difficult to define that word without using it...) Correct usage of the word 'than' should be limited to sentences of the following nature: "Nathan has more money in than bank than I do." or "The red ball is smaller than the blue ball is."
The word 'then' is a temporal modifier (for want of a better term.) It is used to indicate that an activity or event is to take place later than (and there's that word again) another activity or event. Correct usage of this word should generally be limited to times when you want to express a chronology. For instance, if I were to say "I'm going to go to the shops, and then I'll return home." then this is correct usage of the term. You may have noticed I just used the word in another context - this is because 'then' can also be used as a conjunctive (meaning roughly 'in the situation that the preceding or following is the case'.
Less vs. Fewer
The difference between 'less' and 'fewer' is actually quite small, but it is still something that, on occasion, irks me. I can understand, for instance, if the average person says that they have less raffle tickets than their friend. This is a pretty common misconception, and the two words do carry the same vague meaning. What I have trouble ignoring, however, is the glaring grammatical error that stares at my any time I am in line at the supermarket. The sign that offends me so reads "12 Items Or Less." and, besides the fact that ever letter seems to be the start of its own little sentence, their misleading of the public disgusts me.
Traditionally (if it's appropriate to call language traditional, and I don't see why it isn't...) the word 'less' should be used only in conjunction with an item that is uncountable - for example 'hair' as an overall concept. One could correctly say "I have less hair than you." The word 'fewer', on the other hand, was designed to be used with countable objects - for example 'hairs' (this time, though, the individual objects that sit on your head, instead of the mass as a whole.) One could correctly say "I have fewer hairs than you." As I said before, the difference is small, but if you want to exercise your mind then attempting to differentiate between these two can be good for you.
Affect vs. Effect
There is quite a handy mnemonic device that one can use to remember the difference between the words 'affect' and 'effect'. If you simply remember the word RAVEN (standing for: Remember Affect Verb Effect Noun) then you should generally be fine. As a verb, affect usually means to influence, alter, move emotionally, or (when speaking of an illness) to harm the body. As a noun, effect usually means the result/outcome of an event, though it is also seen in 'special effects', 'sound effects', and so forth.
There is a slight difficulty when it comes to very specific (and rarely used) definitions of the words, in which effect can actually be a verb and affect can actually be a noun. These cases are, however, quite rare. As a verb, effect means simply 'to bring about' (i.e. "He effected a change in the policy.") Affect, on the other hand, has a noun usage which seems to have fallen almost entirely from the common vernacular, being defined as emotion or an external display there-of (i.e. "The Doctor was void of affect as he finished off the Daleks".) Still, it's not hard to tell when one should use affect and effect in common speech.
And Finally...
So I think that should pretty much wrap it up for this particular entry in 'The More You Didn't Care To Know'. There are a couple of other discrepancies that I wanted to highlight, however I think that would do for next Tuesday, or at least one in the near future. I have decided that, to square off the list, I am going to include a list of words that people consistently use incorrectly in either context or spelling that don't deserve a full explanation.
Bold, when used in the context of someone without hair, is incorrect. The correct term is bald.
Horny when used in the context of any inanimate object (i.e. "The porn your mother starred in is really horny") is not only incorrect, but downright silly. Inanimate objects cannot, by definition, experience emotion, and thus cannot feel horny. What you mean to say is either the object made/makes you horny, or that the object is/way erotic.
A Whole Nother when used at any time, is incorrect. What you mean to say is A Whole Other.
Peruse when used in the context of quickly looking something over, is incorrect. Peruse actually means that one takes one's time and carefully inspects things.
Rediculous is not spelt as such. It is correctly spelt ridiculous.
Ironic. You know what? Don't even bother trying to use irony correctly - you're probably not going to...(But in case you wanted to know, it is only used to describe outcomes that are opposite to the expectation. For example, a giant banquet being eaten at the funeral of a man who died of starvation.)
Monday, May 23, 2011
Reviewing The Caanoo
So today I'm telling you (albeit briefly) about the GP2X Caanoo - the most recent version of their 'cover-all' hand-held device. The Caanoo, which can be purchased from ThinkGeek (amongst other places, I'm certain, but I got mine from ThinkGeek, because I'm a well-behaved nerdling...) costs about $150 US and, given the features that it boasts, I think it's well worth it.
The Caanoo is marketed as a handheld console that runs on Linux. And is open source. Yup, that's what they sell it as...Everything perfectly legit. Okay, not really. Yes, technically the Caanoo is an open source hand-held that runs Linux, but as if that's going to pull the big crowds. No - the draw card that they use on you is that it is capable of running an emulator for virtually any console in existence before the N64. That means that you can now play Sega Master System games (Hello Alex Kidd...), SNES games (Hi There, Link To The Past), or MAME games (Why Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, I almost didn't notice you...) amongst a swathe of others. That is where the console really comes to power.
As far as retro gaming goes, the Caanoo is (in my opinion, of course) just brilliant. I mean, sure, it can't yet (yet) run Nintendo 64 games, but really I think that's more a limitation of the dev community than anything else (okay, yes, you'll have to overclock it and do a really good job of optimising everything, but still, I think it should be do-able...I mean, they've gotten PSX games working on an overclocked Caanoo...) The emulators that you can download for it (no, it doesn't come with them pre-installed, but it's not like they cost any money...) run smoothly and I've yet to experience any real hiccups with them. I did have to configure the SNES emulator to allow transparency so that I could actually see the game I was playing, and also to allow me to save properly, but that's a community developed software problem, as opposed to a hardware issue.
The graphics are, for me, clear as liquid crystal, and the touchscreen is reactive and hard to damage. The sound quality is pretty decent, considering the speakers that it is coming from, however I do have the issue that the speakers are back-facing, instead of pointing towards the player. Still, if you're not using headphones to play then you're probably not too worried about sound quality.
The battery is advertised to last about 4 hours, which (in my experience with the handheld) is accurate. This is long enough for, say, a small car trip, or use at work, however given that it only charges via USB, it probably won't suffice for a return train trip to Sydney (3 hours each way, give or take 30 minutes.) Still, given that it knocks off a full direction of travel if fully charged, it's much better than nothing.
The other nice thing about the Caanoo is that it has a host of third-party applications developed for it (although you admittedly have to pay for most of them.) Included on the device itself is a media player (which handles both audio and video), an eBook reader, and various other nice little extras.Oh, and you can play multi-player via Wireless, as well...
So basically, if you've got some disposable income, and you are a fan of retro-gaming on the move (instead of at your PC) then I'd recommend the Caanoo to you. It doesn't have many down-sides other than the price. Oh. And, I suppose, the fact that well-known games won't really keep being released for it. But then, I guess that's what the developer community is for...
The Caanoo is marketed as a handheld console that runs on Linux. And is open source. Yup, that's what they sell it as...Everything perfectly legit. Okay, not really. Yes, technically the Caanoo is an open source hand-held that runs Linux, but as if that's going to pull the big crowds. No - the draw card that they use on you is that it is capable of running an emulator for virtually any console in existence before the N64. That means that you can now play Sega Master System games (Hello Alex Kidd...), SNES games (Hi There, Link To The Past), or MAME games (Why Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, I almost didn't notice you...) amongst a swathe of others. That is where the console really comes to power.
As far as retro gaming goes, the Caanoo is (in my opinion, of course) just brilliant. I mean, sure, it can't yet (yet) run Nintendo 64 games, but really I think that's more a limitation of the dev community than anything else (okay, yes, you'll have to overclock it and do a really good job of optimising everything, but still, I think it should be do-able...I mean, they've gotten PSX games working on an overclocked Caanoo...) The emulators that you can download for it (no, it doesn't come with them pre-installed, but it's not like they cost any money...) run smoothly and I've yet to experience any real hiccups with them. I did have to configure the SNES emulator to allow transparency so that I could actually see the game I was playing, and also to allow me to save properly, but that's a community developed software problem, as opposed to a hardware issue.
The graphics are, for me, clear as liquid crystal, and the touchscreen is reactive and hard to damage. The sound quality is pretty decent, considering the speakers that it is coming from, however I do have the issue that the speakers are back-facing, instead of pointing towards the player. Still, if you're not using headphones to play then you're probably not too worried about sound quality.
The battery is advertised to last about 4 hours, which (in my experience with the handheld) is accurate. This is long enough for, say, a small car trip, or use at work, however given that it only charges via USB, it probably won't suffice for a return train trip to Sydney (3 hours each way, give or take 30 minutes.) Still, given that it knocks off a full direction of travel if fully charged, it's much better than nothing.
The other nice thing about the Caanoo is that it has a host of third-party applications developed for it (although you admittedly have to pay for most of them.) Included on the device itself is a media player (which handles both audio and video), an eBook reader, and various other nice little extras.Oh, and you can play multi-player via Wireless, as well...
So basically, if you've got some disposable income, and you are a fan of retro-gaming on the move (instead of at your PC) then I'd recommend the Caanoo to you. It doesn't have many down-sides other than the price. Oh. And, I suppose, the fact that well-known games won't really keep being released for it. But then, I guess that's what the developer community is for...
Friday, May 20, 2011
The Journal Of Holtarrion Oaksbane, Entry #1
Entry The First
Good day to you, new journal! Ah - The first words written in a brand new, leather bound book - a pleasant greeting. Yes, that feels right. Much better than those that marred the first page in my last one. "Hello World." I mean, yes, I was greeting what will surely be a rather captive future audience who no doubt wait with baited breath at my every penned word, and sure I was using the standard wording for a test message - you can't be too careful after all (must make sure these things aren't cursed when we begin writing in them, don't want our personality transferred into the paper. Or worse.)
Oh my - I was halfway through a sentence up there, wasn't I? I do that sometimes, but you'll grow to accept that this happens, and hopefully embrace it - you are recording my thoughts after all, and they don't exactly always go just where I want them to. Tricky things thoughts - like trying to pin down fireflies at times, what with all of the jumbled nonsense going on inside my head. Oh look - that man is trying to bully that lady, I could help her out - or I might be better suited to curing the sick for the church of the glorious order of Vink today - or mayhaps I should instead spend my time arranging flowers in a pretty shop instead. It is a cacophony of good intentions. Still, better than being boring now, isn't it.
So yes, after several days travelling lazily down the river, with not much to do but read through my old journals (having recently filled your direct predecessor) I arrived at the port in Magnimar - a lovely sprawling town Magnimar, with many...interesting areas. I, of course, opted to stay in an area where my expertise could be put to rather good use - the Marble District, I had heard rumours, was certainly somewhere were the gentry enjoyed the luxury of enough coin to pay someone else to perform even the most menial of tasks for them, and a man does have to eat. But before I settled into my cosy inn room for the night, I opted to
I was greeted, as I stepped over what almost appeared to be a physical threshold to Lowcleft, with something you will no doubt become quite used to me writing about - trouble. It is somewhat traditional, you see new journal, for my most incredible self to find myself in consistent spots of bother - sticky situations, if you will - I do so enjoy jam with my toast. But I digress (how unlike me - ahaha) and should instead by telling you of what occurred in Lowcleft. It turns out, you see, that I had stepped directly into the path of what initially felt to be an oncoming carriage. Upon collecting myself, however, I noticed that, running rather quickly away from myself was an unusually dressed man with what could loosely be described as "art" attached to his back. I say "loosely" because even someone with my limited capacity for the finer aspects of oil painting could likely have done better - still, there's no accounting for taste in some people, I suspect.
Following significantly less expediently after him, I quickly noted, was a watchman clearly from one of the more upper-class areas of town, where this kind of
I don't suspect, new journal, that you know what it's like to need to catch up with a professional thief, what with your being a book and all. I can't really explain what it's like for most people, to kind of careen swiftly through the streets at blazing speed, using their tremendous physical strength or alarmingly sharp dexterity to wind their way around their obstacles. What I can tell you, however, is that when I put my mind to something it tends to kick my other senses out of the way to let it do its thing. Suddenly every corner, each drainpipe, the most insignificant apple cart, and the largest snoozing vagrant appear to me as a series of trajectories - equations fill the air - I can see what I need to do in order to best launch myself off a building. Until a very short time ago I was entirely certain that this is how the rest of the world saw everything, but apparently it's just me and...well...the people like me.
Long story short, new journal, I managed to catch him
Until the next time, my dear new journal, when adventure abounds once more.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Tasting The Rainbow - Or - Miracle Fruit Tablets, Ho!
A couple of weeks ago, when the Australian dollar was incredibly strong against the US market, some friends and I decided that we were going to make a bulk order from ThinkGeek. I say incredibly strong, I mean that we were up to around $1.10 US (which is much better than we were when I was younger, when I can recall being at around 70c per dollar...But, like an ageing gentleman who has nothing better to do than ramble uncontrollably and incoherently, I digress.) Kylie bought a couple of bits of clothing (including the "Meh" hoodie, and a "Soft Kitty" t-shirt), Encey got herself a crazy USB robot owl, and I got a couple of things including a Caanoo (which you can read more about on Monday.)
The thing that I was most excited about in this order was not, however, the prospect of a new handheld toy. It was, instead, the reason the package took so long to get to us in the first place. That's right - I ordered something that caused my parcel to not only get flagged as a risk by Customs, but also by Quarantine. After a rather lengthy (and somewhat worrying) couple of days, which involved many calls back and forth to various areas of the country, attempting to get everything cleared without being burnt "for safety" (because fire is the cleanser, after all) I arrived home to discover a rather sizeable package had arrived for me. I tore open the box with fevered anticipation, and discovered that yes, my quarry had made it through the "parcel immigration" process just fine. The Miracle Fruit Tablets were mine.
Quickly I jumped onto MSN to ask Spud if he could take me shopping for a variety of foods. He whipped around in his car with Encey, and the three of us went on the most magical of adventures. We bought three types of cheese (feta, goat's cheese, and a double brie), some vegetables (including, but not limited to: carrots, pickles, capsicum, and brussels sprouts), fruits (apples, limes, strawberries, lemons...), and various other things that I can't exactly recall right now (I know there was maple syrup, and some juice of some variety...and an onion! Can't forget the onion!!)
Before I go any further with this, I should let you know what Miracle Fruit Tablets are. Basically they are a small pill, roughly the size of an ibuprofen tablet, that you dissolve in your mouth. Once your tongue is sufficiently coated, the tablets dull your ability to taste various things (such as sour or bitter) leaving many foods tasting quite sweet. The tablets reportedly work at varying levels depending on the person, which is something we definitely noticed, however I'm pretty sure if we were doing it with the actual fruit (called the Miracle Berry, funnily enough) or if the tablets were slightly fresher (I mean, they did take about a week to get to us - and who knows what Customs did...) it would have been slightly more profound.
Oh well - the evening was fun, nonetheless, with myself, Spud, Encey, X-Man, Elmo, Kylie, Squiggles, and Emma chowing down on foods that we might normally have avoided. The highlights of the night were most definitely the lemon (which we were actually taking bites of - no sourness at all, it was like eating lemonade) and the goat's cheese (which tasted like one of the nicest cheesecakes I've eaten.) Notable mentions should also go out to maple syrup, granny smith apples, strawberries, pomegranate juice (which I normally despise), and limes. We noticed that some foods changed for certain people, whilst for other people they stayed the same. All in all, it was quite a strange experience, and something that (money permitting) I might do again...But really only if I could get my hands on some of the actual fruit.
So here are some pictures from the night, captioned for your pleasure. If anybody out there has tasted the tablets I'd love to hear about what foods you guys liked whilst eating them, and any ideas for things to nom nom down on next time we try this crazy venture would also be greatly appreciated.
The thing that I was most excited about in this order was not, however, the prospect of a new handheld toy. It was, instead, the reason the package took so long to get to us in the first place. That's right - I ordered something that caused my parcel to not only get flagged as a risk by Customs, but also by Quarantine. After a rather lengthy (and somewhat worrying) couple of days, which involved many calls back and forth to various areas of the country, attempting to get everything cleared without being burnt "for safety" (because fire is the cleanser, after all) I arrived home to discover a rather sizeable package had arrived for me. I tore open the box with fevered anticipation, and discovered that yes, my quarry had made it through the "parcel immigration" process just fine. The Miracle Fruit Tablets were mine.
They Don't Really Taste Of Anything...It's Like Semi-Sweet Chalk |
Quickly I jumped onto MSN to ask Spud if he could take me shopping for a variety of foods. He whipped around in his car with Encey, and the three of us went on the most magical of adventures. We bought three types of cheese (feta, goat's cheese, and a double brie), some vegetables (including, but not limited to: carrots, pickles, capsicum, and brussels sprouts), fruits (apples, limes, strawberries, lemons...), and various other things that I can't exactly recall right now (I know there was maple syrup, and some juice of some variety...and an onion! Can't forget the onion!!)
Our Selection Of Food, After We'd Been Chowing Down For A Bit |
Before I go any further with this, I should let you know what Miracle Fruit Tablets are. Basically they are a small pill, roughly the size of an ibuprofen tablet, that you dissolve in your mouth. Once your tongue is sufficiently coated, the tablets dull your ability to taste various things (such as sour or bitter) leaving many foods tasting quite sweet. The tablets reportedly work at varying levels depending on the person, which is something we definitely noticed, however I'm pretty sure if we were doing it with the actual fruit (called the Miracle Berry, funnily enough) or if the tablets were slightly fresher (I mean, they did take about a week to get to us - and who knows what Customs did...) it would have been slightly more profound.
Encey Demonstrates The Correct Way To Eat The Tablet (As Well As The Taste...) |
Oh well - the evening was fun, nonetheless, with myself, Spud, Encey, X-Man, Elmo, Kylie, Squiggles, and Emma chowing down on foods that we might normally have avoided. The highlights of the night were most definitely the lemon (which we were actually taking bites of - no sourness at all, it was like eating lemonade) and the goat's cheese (which tasted like one of the nicest cheesecakes I've eaten.) Notable mentions should also go out to maple syrup, granny smith apples, strawberries, pomegranate juice (which I normally despise), and limes. We noticed that some foods changed for certain people, whilst for other people they stayed the same. All in all, it was quite a strange experience, and something that (money permitting) I might do again...But really only if I could get my hands on some of the actual fruit.
So here are some pictures from the night, captioned for your pleasure. If anybody out there has tasted the tablets I'd love to hear about what foods you guys liked whilst eating them, and any ideas for things to nom nom down on next time we try this crazy venture would also be greatly appreciated.
X-Man Tripped Out Slightly |
Every Takes Their First Bites |
Emma Was Kind Of Scared, But Squiggles Protected Her |
While I Ate A Raspberry, X-Man Was Throwing Down The Wasabi Challenge |
Encey, Having Just Eaten Half A Birds-Eye Chilli, Agrees To The Wasabi |
Hello Again, Old Friend |
The Strawberries Turned Squiggles Into "Seductro" (His Alter-Ego) |
Elmo Enjoyed The Granny Smith |
Onions...Still Tasted Like Onions... |
Spud Agreed With X-Man. Onions Remain Very Oniony |
Nothing Would Ever Make Pomegranate Juice Palatable For Encey |
"I Feel Like Maybe This Whole Thing Was A Giant Trap..." |
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
On Eating Habits
Breakfast, I have been told, is the most important meal of the day. I understand the reasoning for this - you need something to get your metabolism going if you want to function at your physical and mental peaks. Still, I also know just how difficult it is to actually feel like eating when you've just been forced to get out of a brilliantly comfortable bed, and you are faced with the prospect of a hard day sledging away at rocks with a pickaxe. Or is that coding? I may have just confused my work-day with a past life as a miner on the planet Metebelis III.
Because I am friends with a large number of students, as well as a fair number of programmers, I get to see some fairly...um..."interesting" eating habits, when it comes to breakfast. I'm not exactly sure why I'm so intimately aware of certain people's eating habits, and yet here I am about to discuss them on The Internet. I know that Spud, for instance, has tea - every morning. Some mornings he may have toast, some mornings he may not eat anything at all - but he always has tea (and I know that English Breakfast (or 'red box'), Earl Grey (or 'yellow box') and Irish Breakfast (or 'green box') are amongst his favourites, too...) Shibby, on the other hand, is more of a cereal kind of gal (did I really just say that?) eating one of the relatively healthier cereal option, like something along the lines of All Bran.
For me, however, breakfast is relatively large. I would like to make it the largest meal I eat, but I just can't seem to overcome the need to have a big lunch - baby steps, I guess. Because I am, truth be told, a gigantic flipping weeaboo, I've taken to going the Japanese route for the majority of my meals - this means that my breakfast typically consists of some rice (white at the moment, but I'm going to try to move to the unprocessed stuff in the coming weeks), a portion of smoked salmon, a handful of pickled vegetables, and a bowl of miso soup. People, upon hearing that I'm basically eating dinner at breakfast time, initially take the "What the hell are you doing?! Aren't you trying to lose weight?!" route when attempting to discern what my thought process is when choosing food. What various individuals fail to grasp, however, is that people tend to have this whole eating thing backwards and, in the same way that when dancing you have a big fish, a little fish, and then a cardboard box to wrap it all up, when planning your daily meals you should have the largest meal at breakfast, then a smaller meal at lunch, and finally your smallest "wrap up" meal at dinner time - oh, and you should include lots of fish, too...but you could probably leave the cardboard out, unless you're really starved for fibre.
I can't help, then, but wonder what makes up a "usual" daily dietary routine. I mean, I eat my breakfast before I leave for work (at 8:00am, in fact.) I have some rice crackers at 10:30, to tide me over until lunch (which either happens at midday or 1:00pm, depending on when my friends are eating) and I chow down on an apple when I get home from work (at about 5:00pm - though I really need to start having my apple a bit earlier in the afternoon.) Dinner is my biggest issue at the moment - some nights I don't have it at all (though really that was because I was kinda sick and didn't feel particularly hungry.) When I do have dinner now it's just some more miso soup and steak, with some veggies in there for good luck (well, good nutrition really I guess, but that doesn't sound anywhere near as good...Do you feel like a big man now, having ruined my linguistic fun?)
What do normal people do when it comes to foodenating? I kind of assumed that the typical person male (whom I shall address as Bob) eats either a bowl of cereal, or some toast with bacon and eggs. To drink I think that Bob has some orange juice (ick) or coffee - I don't see Bob as a tea drinker, and I doubt he eats fruit in the morning. Bob's female counterpart (who I shall name...uh...Bobina...) most likely has some toast, a piece of fruit, and a cup of coffee as she runs out the door - I'm not certain as to why, but that's the only visual I can get when I picture Bobina's morning ritual, I mean, sure Bobina would like to sit down and enjoy a nice meal in the morning but there's just no time what with her having to take the kids to school, and then she has that high-powered business meeting that she has to attend. How can you expect her to eat right under those circumstances? Jerk.
I don't think that Bob has morning or afternoon tea, and I'm pretty certain that he only has a couple of sandwiches for lunch (unless it's Friday, in which case he goes out to lunch with his colleagues.) Bobina has a muesli bar and some fruit for her between meal snacks, but she has a small lunch made up of some kind of canned fish and sliced vegetables (or fruit, masquerading as vegetables - I'm looking at you tomato and cucumber) on some wheat thins. Overall, I wouldn't rate their daily meals as overly satisfying or healthy, but it's what they have to make do with given the time that they have. Dinner is most likely the same for both, and I'm pretty sure it's something like spaghetti bolongaise - heavy on the meat and pasta, low on the vegetables.) Still, you can't really blame Bob and Bobina for their eating habits, I guess...
The moral of this story is that, when you think about effective weight-loss dieting on the way to work, you will probably write a blog on food. This also has the tendency to make one quite hungry and, given that I ate whilst writing this, I'm going to assume that it's actually a thirst response, and not legitimate hunger. Stupid need for liquid pretending that it's actually a need for solids. It's a coward, that's what it is. Well, I'll show it. I'm off to buy some water.
Because I am friends with a large number of students, as well as a fair number of programmers, I get to see some fairly...um..."interesting" eating habits, when it comes to breakfast. I'm not exactly sure why I'm so intimately aware of certain people's eating habits, and yet here I am about to discuss them on The Internet. I know that Spud, for instance, has tea - every morning. Some mornings he may have toast, some mornings he may not eat anything at all - but he always has tea (and I know that English Breakfast (or 'red box'), Earl Grey (or 'yellow box') and Irish Breakfast (or 'green box') are amongst his favourites, too...) Shibby, on the other hand, is more of a cereal kind of gal (did I really just say that?) eating one of the relatively healthier cereal option, like something along the lines of All Bran.
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For me, however, breakfast is relatively large. I would like to make it the largest meal I eat, but I just can't seem to overcome the need to have a big lunch - baby steps, I guess. Because I am, truth be told, a gigantic flipping weeaboo, I've taken to going the Japanese route for the majority of my meals - this means that my breakfast typically consists of some rice (white at the moment, but I'm going to try to move to the unprocessed stuff in the coming weeks), a portion of smoked salmon, a handful of pickled vegetables, and a bowl of miso soup. People, upon hearing that I'm basically eating dinner at breakfast time, initially take the "What the hell are you doing?! Aren't you trying to lose weight?!" route when attempting to discern what my thought process is when choosing food. What various individuals fail to grasp, however, is that people tend to have this whole eating thing backwards and, in the same way that when dancing you have a big fish, a little fish, and then a cardboard box to wrap it all up, when planning your daily meals you should have the largest meal at breakfast, then a smaller meal at lunch, and finally your smallest "wrap up" meal at dinner time - oh, and you should include lots of fish, too...but you could probably leave the cardboard out, unless you're really starved for fibre.
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I can't help, then, but wonder what makes up a "usual" daily dietary routine. I mean, I eat my breakfast before I leave for work (at 8:00am, in fact.) I have some rice crackers at 10:30, to tide me over until lunch (which either happens at midday or 1:00pm, depending on when my friends are eating) and I chow down on an apple when I get home from work (at about 5:00pm - though I really need to start having my apple a bit earlier in the afternoon.) Dinner is my biggest issue at the moment - some nights I don't have it at all (though really that was because I was kinda sick and didn't feel particularly hungry.) When I do have dinner now it's just some more miso soup and steak, with some veggies in there for good luck (well, good nutrition really I guess, but that doesn't sound anywhere near as good...Do you feel like a big man now, having ruined my linguistic fun?)
What do normal people do when it comes to foodenating? I kind of assumed that the typical person male (whom I shall address as Bob) eats either a bowl of cereal, or some toast with bacon and eggs. To drink I think that Bob has some orange juice (ick) or coffee - I don't see Bob as a tea drinker, and I doubt he eats fruit in the morning. Bob's female counterpart (who I shall name...uh...Bobina...) most likely has some toast, a piece of fruit, and a cup of coffee as she runs out the door - I'm not certain as to why, but that's the only visual I can get when I picture Bobina's morning ritual, I mean, sure Bobina would like to sit down and enjoy a nice meal in the morning but there's just no time what with her having to take the kids to school, and then she has that high-powered business meeting that she has to attend. How can you expect her to eat right under those circumstances? Jerk.
I don't think that Bob has morning or afternoon tea, and I'm pretty certain that he only has a couple of sandwiches for lunch (unless it's Friday, in which case he goes out to lunch with his colleagues.) Bobina has a muesli bar and some fruit for her between meal snacks, but she has a small lunch made up of some kind of canned fish and sliced vegetables (or fruit, masquerading as vegetables - I'm looking at you tomato and cucumber) on some wheat thins. Overall, I wouldn't rate their daily meals as overly satisfying or healthy, but it's what they have to make do with given the time that they have. Dinner is most likely the same for both, and I'm pretty sure it's something like spaghetti bolongaise - heavy on the meat and pasta, low on the vegetables.) Still, you can't really blame Bob and Bobina for their eating habits, I guess...
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Tuesday, May 17, 2011
On How Things Change
Sometimes, recently especially, I find it kind of difficult to be spontaneous in my blog posts. This has come about for a number of reasons - not least of all because I have been so very gosh darn busy lately. But still, I have been reminded of the fact that I owe some kind of debt of favour to the universe, and that my continuing existence appears to be contingent upon me delivering content to the world's fevered masses, and their increasing hunger for something thrown together with a loose train of thought. These reminders, coming to me in the form of (as I have said before) emails and IMs, had kicked me in the pants, and sent me into a writing frenzy for a week...But it was then that the business kicked in once more...And so I am writing this post to let you know that...
I'm not giving up.
No, I'm not leaving the blog business just yet, although I did think (briefly) about it. But the blog means something to me that it probably doesn't to you guys. For me, this is a way to allow me to process thoughts which would otherwise just float about in my head. As I sit here, mashing away at my keyboard like a spasmodic monkey, I think about stuff that I don't type about - thoughts about what I did on the weekend, or how I feel about various events flow through my mind and get neatly sorted into their correct place, so that I may address them later. Ideas for things I want to do - both related and completely non-sequitur - rampage through my mind so often that when I take the time out to put anything down here...well...they seem to calm. Sometimes a notion will fall forth from my head, and onto the page, and you'll get some pseudo-random linguistic nightmare that entertains and informs.
What I'm doing, instead of leaving, is changing the format of the blog. Making it a bit more predictable, as it were. Of course, we all know how well I stick to plans about this sort of thing. Remember "Fiction Friday"? Or how about those challenge posts? What about that list of 100 100 lists? Yeah, neither do I. And so, without further needless dancing about the point, I present to you the updated format for One Hundred Hundreds. Let me know what you think in the "Comments" section below.
I'm not giving up.
No, I'm not leaving the blog business just yet, although I did think (briefly) about it. But the blog means something to me that it probably doesn't to you guys. For me, this is a way to allow me to process thoughts which would otherwise just float about in my head. As I sit here, mashing away at my keyboard like a spasmodic monkey, I think about stuff that I don't type about - thoughts about what I did on the weekend, or how I feel about various events flow through my mind and get neatly sorted into their correct place, so that I may address them later. Ideas for things I want to do - both related and completely non-sequitur - rampage through my mind so often that when I take the time out to put anything down here...well...they seem to calm. Sometimes a notion will fall forth from my head, and onto the page, and you'll get some pseudo-random linguistic nightmare that entertains and informs.
What I'm doing, instead of leaving, is changing the format of the blog. Making it a bit more predictable, as it were. Of course, we all know how well I stick to plans about this sort of thing. Remember "Fiction Friday"? Or how about those challenge posts? What about that list of 100 100 lists? Yeah, neither do I. And so, without further needless dancing about the point, I present to you the updated format for One Hundred Hundreds. Let me know what you think in the "Comments" section below.
On Mondays I shall be reviewing things. Many things. Varied things. The last Monday post I made was a review of the film Thor, and that is what inspired me to continue this trend. I really enjoyed writing my thoughts down about the film, and sharing them with the public, instead of just bouncing them about between my friends (as I would continue to do anyway.) Each Monday I'll tell you about a show I've been watching, a film I saw, a device I've tested, or any number of other things that I can try and convince you to do/see/hear/experience.
On Tuesdays (excepting today, of course) I shall be providing wisdom in the form of a weekly factoid. This might be a "Word of the Week" (which is what the idea was initially conceived from) or perhaps a mathematical curiosity. As long as it furthers your (so called) education, then you'll see it on a Tuesday. Perhaps I'll give you a piece of breaking news (or news from the distant past...) I could treat you to a geographic fact...The possibilities for me are virtually endless - Knowledge Is Power (and knowing is half the battle!)
On Wednesdays you'll be treated to a rant in the same fashion that I usually perform my posting obligation (well, I say obligation, I guess I'm not really obliged to post anything, though I really do enjoy doing it, and if I don't know what I enjoy, then I'll just become...some kind of...Boring McBorington or something...) I'll basically use this as a space to talk about whatever is on my mind at the time. It could be the fact that the automatic doors no longer open for me, or it might be the fact that I'm pretty sure space monkeys are secret trying to lure us to our doom using fantastic astronomical images. It probably won't make sense. But I'm sure that you've come to expect that from me, by now...
On Thursdays you'll be treated to an update of the adventures that I've been having with my friends. I have one that I've been saving up for this Thursday, where we bought some potentially mind-altering substances from ThinkGeek (all legal, duh) and performed a usually rudimentary action in a rather nifty way. Other than that I may tell you about our trips around the town, or whatever. It will be like that time I made up a story about my laundry, only better. Or not. Whatever.
Finally, on Fridays, I will provide you with some fiction (woah, deja vu...) This time, however, it will be the adventures of a character who I will be playing in Spud's D&D game soon - Holtarion Oaksbane (known usually just as Holt.) My current character in Spud's game (Tetch, an assassin...) is still going strong, so I won't be actually telling you anything of the events of that game until Holt steps in, rather I will be writing a series of diary entries leading up to his meeting the group, and replacing the dapper tengu Tetch. I hope that you enjoy them.
The moral of this story is that change can be quite scary. Change can, however, also be a mechanism for good. A tool that prevents stagnation, and stops me from going crazy...Crazy? I went crazy once. They locked me in a rubber room. I died. The buried me in the ground. Worms live in the ground. Worms like to eat dead things. So do rats. Rats! I hate rats!! They drive me crazy. Crazy? I went crazy once...
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