Ruben van Assouw’s retirement plan

BRAIN: so
BRAIN: Dutch boy
BRAIN: in Tripoli
BRAIN: are you seeing the melodrama unfold?
BRAIN: it’s practically a movie of the week already
SAMIR: i have NO idea what you mean
BRAIN: “A safari ends in tragedy for lone crash survivor”
BRAIN: no?
SAMIR: …
SAMIR: no idea
BRAIN: ok
BRAIN: speed summary
BRAIN: major airline crash
BRAIN: in Libya
SAMIR: commercial airline?
BRAIN: yes
BRAIN: most of the people are dead
BRAIN: in fact all of them are dead
SAMIR: k
BRAIN: except one
SAMIR: wow
BRAIN: one single survivor
BRAIN: 9 year old
SAMIR: wow!
BRAIN: he and family were on their way back from a safari in south africa
SAMIR: has anyone heard from Samuel L. Jackson?
BRAIN: as soon as his bones knit he’s going to fight Mr Glass
BRAIN: damn too slow
SAMIR: ha!
SAMIR: yeah, it’s suspicious
BRAIN: hmmmm
BRAIN: he needs more testing!
SAMIR: I think he’ll be enlisted as a superspy
SAMIR: now, THAT should be a reality show
SAMIR: like, he gets paid
SAMIR: but
SAMIR: 24/7 cameras
SAMIR: watching what he does with his life
SAMIR: he’d probably implode under the pressure
BRAIN: WILL he become a hero? or villain?!
SAMIR: exactly!

MAN IN BLACK: Ruben, we have some news about your legs
MAN IN BLACK: we couldn’t save them
MAN IN BLACK: so we replaced them with this power armor
MAN IN BLACK: and jump jets
MAN IN BLACK: thanks to a grant from the US Department of Defense
RUBEN: …
MAN IN BLACK: we also have bad news about your parents. They were killed in the crash.
MAN IN BLACK: Actually everyone was killed in the crash
MAN IN BLACK: And THIS is the man responsible
MAN IN BLACK: R— al-D—- , thought to be an operative of al-Qaeda
MAN IN BLACK: his current wherabouts are believed to be in the Pakistan border
MAN IN BLACK: now we can’t make you do anything
MAN IN BLACK: you’re a free citizen. You can go home with your aunt and uncle
MAN IN BLACK: try to rebuild your life
MAN IN BLACK: or –
MAN IN BLACK: you could join us
MAN IN BLACK: we’d make you a citizen of the United States of America

DON LA FONTAINE: COMING THIS FALL
DON LA FONTAINE: FOLLOW THE STORY
DON LA FONTAINE: of ONE BOY
DON LA FONTAINE: “AIRPLANE SURVIVOR VIGILANTE”

Management Day

BRAIN: full of crazy amount of goodwill this morning. And caffeine. Lots and lots of caffeine.
NICOLE: Who are you and what have you done with Brian! I kid. I woke up happy too. It’s odd.
JANE: Goodwill!?! I don’t trust this Brian.
RAYTRACE: Be afraid… very very afraid.

Yesterday was a Management day.

The moment when someone understands you already know the assignment is ridiculous is a beautiful one.

ENGINEER: You’re asking me to do something dumb.
BRAIN: I agree! But I’m sure you’re going to make it something wonderful.
ENGINEER: This project is horribly mismanaged!
BRAIN: yes.
ENGINEER: …
BRAIN: …
ENGINEER: we’re screwed!
BRAIN: no we’re not! We have you!
ENGINEER: Grrr.
BRAIN: see you at the code review tomorrow!

So I guess that “Goodwill” is kind of like “maniacal and ill-founded optimism.” Perversely satisfying!

Blocked Hitler parodies

There are all these Hitler parodies on youtube. They are a segment from the movie Downfall (Die Untergang), which is a movie about Hitler’s last days, living in a bunker as the Allies close in.

The parodies all use the same clip, where Hitler is having a tantrum because it’s become clear to him that his generals have been lying to him and they are actually losing. He blames this on traitors. But the parodies use subtitles to insert new dialog.

An example from my favorite: Hitler discovers that Michael Jackson has died, so he will not be appearing at Hitler’s birthday party. Hitler rails against the unfairness of this – how can he die!? After I paid for those operations to make him white! Even after he molested my nephew, I stood by him! Etc. Very funny. Many other parodies have appeared, each with their own subtitles, with themes like Hitler Gets Banned from XBOX Live,” “Hitler is informed he may have won the Nobel Peace Prize,” and “Hitler learns Tiger Woods may have had an affair with his wife.”

Because of these videos, I actually rented Downfall and watched it. It was a very good movie! I had heard of it, but I honestly don’t think I would have seen it if not for these parodies. If you think about it, it’s the holy grail of internet marketing: free, viral advertising for your film.

So recently, Constantin Film AG blocked the parodies – no one can watch any of them any more. Since it was a clip of their movie, they had the right to do that.

Hmmm.

Games Are Not Art

BRAIN: Lots of cranks in press
BRAIN: Roger Ebert had a long ranty screed on why video games can never be “art”
BRAIN: which is a discussion so pedantic I can’t even process it
BRAIN: then there was some long article on whether Lady Gaga is stupid or not
BRAIN: like she as an artist
SAMIR: oh dear
SAMIR: I read Ebert’s article
SAMIR: not that great
SAMIR: he’s just stuck in his POV
BRAIN: what a dick
SAMIR: well I like his writing on movies
SAMIR: but yes
BRAIN: it’s like “photography will never be art!!”
SAMIR: My guess is he once made a rip on some dumb game and got stuck in it
SAMIR: it’s sorta pointless
BRAIN: both those are
SAMIR: lady gaga?
BRAIN: the outcomes of either debate are entirely moot
SAMIR: yeah. debating WHAT IS ART is amongst the dumbest convos you can have
BRAIN: oop, wait, this isn’t art, I guess we have to stop looking at it now

So we’re saying that an enormous hand-painted watercolor, that you can run around in, that represents a world where the viewer can make time go backwards, and even be in two places at once, is not thought-provoking in any way and has no aesthetic value.

Good call there Ebert. Why not just stick to reviewing things you’ve actually viewed? I mean how is this legitimate?

Hooters in China

BRAIN: it’s like a cultural bulldozer
BRAIN: I almost feel sorry for China
BRAIN: then I think of Tibet
BRAIN: CHAIRMAN!! CHAOS COMES FOR YOU!!
BRAIN: CAN NO ONE OFFER ME A CHALLENGE

Lin Lixia of the Women’s Law Studies and Legal Services at Peking University called Hooters an example of “hot-girl economics,” a strategy of profiting from female sex appeal. Though quite the norm in the U.S., the concept is relatively new in China, where economic reforms are only three decades old.”

SAMIR: China is pretty good at just subsuming stuff into itself
SAMIR: I’m more worried about India
SAMIR: they lack the… remarkable philosophy that lets them survive everything
BRAIN: yes but:
BRAIN: will china be able to digest raw american plastic?
BRAIN: it destroyed russia!
BRAIN: it turned japan into something… different

Jiang has worked at Hooters since it opened in Beijing in 2008. At the time, she was studying law at a university in the city. She has since dropped out of school to work full time. Being a lawyer reflected her parents’ wishes, not hers, she said.

SAMIR: that is just a wonderful story
SAMIR: GO AMERICA!
SAMIR: making whores out of your women!
SAMIR: WOO
BRAIN: wooo!
BRAIN: America!
BRAIN: fuck yeah!
SAMIR: my only beef is this:
SAMIR: I hate the middle ground
SAMIR: I hate girls gone wild
SAMIR: and hooters
BRAIN: hey we can’t all be japan
SAMIR: I want like…
SAMIR: larry flynt
BRAIN: max hardcore?
SAMIR: and chinese boys getting pegged in the ass by their women
BRAIN: yeah
SAMIR: like, otherwise it’s just misogyny. it’s more fun when the entire value system implodes!
BRAIN: but baby, just let me write “SLUT” on your forehead while I poop in your mouth
BRAIN: it’s ok we’re going steady
SAMIR: yeah!
SAMIR: honey, it doesn’t do it for me if I can’t pretend you’re actually my grandfather and I’m sodomizing you
BRAIN: did I tell you about that thing on the BBS
BRAIN: where someone said
SAMIR: no?
BRAIN: ‘is it weird that my gf always says something about her daddy when we’re doign it? like “Do me daddy?” ‘
BRAIN: and the undergrads go
BRAIN: YES.
SAMIR: ha

SpazzmaRazz

I dreamed there was an arcade game made by Ninendo (© 2010) called SpazzmaRazz, or Razz the Spazz –

It was a multiplayer with a big console but a thin, wide screen. In the center was a 3D or holographic projection of the Spazz, which was a cute white ball with googly eyes – looking a bit like the sprite from Howl’s Moving Castle (or maybe from Oglaf).

The controls were a trackball and a giant oversized musical keyboard, a single octave.

The point of the game was to stress out the Spazz by making noise with the keyboard and jostling him around with the trackball. I think you could also make noise with a mic and jump up and down to activate motion sensors. In early levels the Spazz is pretty neurotic and easily perturbed, but later ones have him positively sleepy and apathetic, and it takes a great deal of exertion to get a rise out of him.

Birthday 2010

Yesterday for my birthday I took the day off and spent the day in SF with Diane.

We had breakfast with halogen-siphon coffee at Blue Bottle, went the the Academy of Sciences and saw a stuffed Tasmanian wolf and mammoth hair, lunch at Luna Park, then to Spy Shop, and a couple hours at Musee Mechanique.

Then we went to City Lights to learn about Beatniks and got a snack at Victoria Bakery, and then we went to a SFFS forum talk at Mezzanine to see Peaches Christ and The Butcher Brothers. Peaches signed some posters for us, and effects guy Terry Sandlin showed me how the Blood Cannon worked. The funny thing is Mezzanine is literally something like 50 feet away from Blue Bottle, so we made a big loop.

It was a good day!

Kids Try To Steal Head From ALCOR

ASHLEY: Be careful what you sign up for!

A Colorado probate judge has ruled that custody of a deceased grandmother’s head will go to an Arizona-based cryonics company, not her family.

Colorado family fights cryonic company over their mother’s head.
The legal battle over Mary Robbins’ head has been building since her death on Feb. 9 from cancer. Her children, led by her daughter, Darlene Robbins, lost their argument today that their mother’s contract with the non-profit Alcor Life Extension Foundation was voided in the days before her death.

BRAIN: my mom has clauses in her will that rule out things we can do with her. Example: “no shooting me into space.”

ASHLEY: I think this is pretty horrific. I mean, trying to get back your mother’s head from a group of people that want to freeze it and use it for experimental purposes? I feel for them. Pretty wild stuff.

BRAIN: Ah I see what you may be missing in the article –

  1. Alcor is a cryonics company. They don’t experiment on your head!
  2. You sign a contract with Alcor telling them “freeze my head when I die, so I can be cloned back to life in the future.” That is what “cryonics” is for.
  3. I think what is happening here is that contract didn’t get cancelled in time. So Alcor is trying to honor what they see as the wishes of their client (“save me!”) and her heirs are essentially trying to “kill” her, i.e. prevent her immortality.

From another perspective:

Say your kids join a cult where they eat your head. Your sane friends want to prevent them from eating your head. You put in your will “don’t eat my head when I’m dead!” and give it to all your friends. But then, just before you die, you say “ah, you know what? It’s cool kids, go ahead and eat my head.”

You die. Your friends steal your head so it cannot be eaten, in compliance with your will. But your heirs want your head so they can eat it. Who is right?!

JAGER: I don’t know, but this conversation is making me hungry.

ASHLEY: Thanks Brian. Yeah they may not experiment on your head now but they’re still messing with it later! And, the friends are right for stealing your head. I think… I need more time to think about this. Let’s talk in a week… By the way, you’re going to come back in another life with a completely new head, body, agenda or whatever so keeping your old head frozen is just not being able to let go to the past. I think the whole idea of freezing your head so you can come back “later” (if there is a later for your new existence) how do they plan on actually putting her same self/soul in a body with her head? Do you want someone walking around with your old head in 20 years? Must research more. Still don’t like it.

BRAIN: ha! The ENTIRE POINT of signing up with cryonics is to have your head installed on a new body. It is a service that the woman was seeking out. The eventuality of her head being “messed with” was inherent in her wishes in the original contract.

And anyway, you’re arguing against cryonics, which is not germane to the issue. The issue is: the woman had two thoughts on what should happen to her body. Now two different parties are acting upon it.

In my example, I intentionally reversed the order of the insane plan. First, “you” plan to not have your head eaten, and you put it in writing. Then, you decide to have your head eaten, but you aren’t as complete about communicating this to everyone before you die.

Your “friends” in this case would actually be Alcor, so if you think the people preventing your head from being eaten in the cult example are the ones in the right, then you are endorsing Alcor. In the real story, the insane plan is the first one, and it’s contractually binding.

Here’s another example: you have cancer, and you want to be cremated. Unbeknownst to you, your children have joined the Cult of Our Saviors Gallagher and Jayne Mansfield, and part of their religion’s funerary rites include taking your naked body and smashing your head with a mallet on television, in front of an audience under a plastic tarp. When you die, they tell the court “oh, yeah, mom said that this would be okay, but we don’t have it in writing…”

ALEXA: who the hell would want to “come back” with an old lady head anyway?

ASHLEY: Brain, your examples are freaking me out. I understand what she wanted to do and why she signed on with Alcor. This is my own opinion and I don’t understand why she ever signed on in the first place. But, everyone has their reasons! Obviously she had a change of heart before she died right? But she did it verbally over the phone which didn’t make the cut.

ASHLEY: Alexa: my sentiments EXACTLY! And who wants to be walking down the street in 20 years and see someone with their ma’s head?

BRAIN: this is so cracking me up

HOT plastic swimsuit model body, all oiled up, with YOUR UNDEAD GRANDMOTHER’S HEAD.

“want some cookies dear?”…
“gah!!!”