Lolz in Translation

At this point of time, it probably isn’t worth mentioning that I give no sort of regard to copyright law whatsoever, but seeing as how I’ve just started this article and have absolutely no idea how many words I can possibly crank out like a broken record, it’s my firm belief that I should just play safe and throw in a couple (it can be seen from this that my definition of couple has led to the possibility of the family line either ending here, or branching in all directions) of words here.

Abbeh has already written something along the lines of this topic, but I’m still going to write about it, so if you don’t like it, then feel free to stick your fingers in your eyes and pretend I’m writing about something else.

Before that though I should probably say that this article’s topic was a result of the mini blogger’s circle that we held on Thursday (in fact, it wasn’t so much held as passed around like some sort of diabolical potato), and it being the first blogger’s circle, there really isn’t much to compare it to so I suppose we can’t even call it mini. But the main point is that it achieved it’s purpose in giving me something to write about. And while the Daily Refusal pretty much remains in limbo, I should probably add that it might take on the form of a new blog, so keep your hopes (and suspicious) up.

It wasn’t long after we all got together at the canteen and started randomly drifting into two groups, consisting of Me and Abbeh in the first, and the other consisting of everyone else. Shudder was sort of a drifter, and if there’s one way to describe his involvement in the discussion, then I’d have to say that he was doing a cross stitch.

Abbeh brought up the topic of everyone’s favorite cake firing, portal eating fun-fest, Portal. Kylie, strongly believing that such a topic alienated everyone that wasn’t completely obsessed with Portal (No, I know, someone needs to help her), gathered her brethren and started another discussion. At this point of time me and Abbeh pretty much slogged out on an article that she found (shut up), which can be seen here:

http://digg.com/gaming_news/Portal_is_a_feminist_masterpiece_great_read

Trying to make my article feel like two articles instead of one has already been tried and pretty much failed, so allow me to summarize the article in the following way:

1. Portal is feminist.
2. The portal gun is analogous to vagoo.
3. GlaDOS is a maternal figure.
4. The Cube is a paternal figure, which is later incinerated.
5. Ergo ergo ergo, QED, W5, Portal hates 49 percent of the world’s population.

All the allegories drawn in that article were pretty much viable, save for number 4. While I would have accepted the analogy of the Cube being representative of emotional burden or emotion itself, I never thought of the Cube as a father figure (and I refuse to acknowledge that floozy of a pyramid) to begin with, and still can’t. And while it is true that all the other allegories drawn are less masculine in nature than the other elements you see in other first person shooters, and give it a more female friendly atmosphere, if you take away the allegory of the Cube, you pretty much tone down or entirely remove the element of feminism.

It’s at this point of time where the topic of over-interpretation comes in.

One just can’t help but feel that the author of that article is just trying too hard to get that interpretation out of Portal, despite the fact that Valve might be half composed of curly mustaches with matching berets, with bodies to go along with them.

In other words, how far can one go before in his (take that, Portal) interpretations before they can be considered “too far”?

Some might suggest that the point where the interpretations are no longer of the author’s intentions might be a limit, but then you have works like those in visual arts, where the works don’t have a definite interpretation, and are just left there for the sake of making you think (once in a long while).

So does this mean that any work can be used as a basis for any argument, provided that the one using it can provide proper justifications for such a link? And I believe that given enough backflips and literary spasms, a link can be made between the most distant of things, such as children and childhood, or holidays and enjoyment. Given enough effort, such links can be made.

Probably not. While such links can be made, the limit to which these links are believable would be dependant on the audience.

But to a certain extent, such as in milder examples, like the article above, certain stretches can be made, and while I do find that disagreeable, it really all matters on how much I find it believable, and that pretty much varies from person to person.

So not having enough motivation to link this to the topic of peer pressure and the power of the majority, let’s just end this article here, and go back to whatever it was that we were doing, be it writing another article or making fun of the opposite gender.

Writer's Blog

It's been quite a while ever since my last entry touched upon anything in detail that would shame Blu-Ray, so I've decided to do that once again. This post will most possibly be concerned with the Blogger circle. Most probably having blogged more about the blogger circle than during the actual damn thing, in this entry I hope to discuss and meander about a few key issues and concerns with the event.

The blogger circle was put together when Cancy and I started discussing about the inadequecies of our school's Journalism club, and their ability to publish 2006's yearbook and the year 2007 (punctually, of course). And having decided on the fact that there wasn't any interesting material to read within the school compounds (save for the library, but we're specifically talking about quiet places here). So I suggested something along the lines of a self-written, community based paper, and decided to dub it "The Daily Refusal", mostly because it was a catchphrase, but also mostly because of fun, laughter, peace and joy.

The blogger circle eventually came into the picture (albeit somewhat disorientated) and the idea of it started meandering around until we invited more people, and then finally decided on actually having the event. And while I do admit we may have gotten our priorities a bit mixed up, variety is always important, as is the reason why I never intend to go into medical practice.

The idea mostly sprung from countless random yet intellectual conversations about homework, work, and everything else. The common sentiment was that these conversations were mostly wasted, since we all we had from them was lots of fun, and that being of no practical use whatsoever, decided to put these conversations into tangible and incriminating form.

The only remaining minor details include how the circle will actually be conducted.

The strange thing about doing things in general is that its usually most difficult when you're conciously trying your best to carry them out. This means that actually getting the usual ramblings so easily avaliable to us is actually going to be harder than a titanium gobstopper during the actual event.

The best possible way in which the circle can be conducted would be to simply find a nice place to gather, get food and drinks, then let the conversation slowly flow in as much as the drinks. I'm also sure that we're all appreciative if more than drinks flow into this event, so if anyone recently defied the laws of improbability and casino blacklists, we'd be more than happy to bear the burden with you.

The only problems (aside from all the other problems) with this sort of event is that it tends to peter out after a while, and the partcipants and guests start to float away to attend the more exciting blogger circles in the region of Clementi.

So alternatively, we could just hold the whole event in a podcast sort of style, but that in turn forces those who would rather be talking about something else in the discussion (everyone taking EL4103 reading this is experiencing an emotion known commonly as nostalgia. Everyone else is experiencing an emotion called dread.)

So the final alternative I have to offer is this: (hopefully resulting in four mechanical tentacles being welded to my back)

Have three or four mikes in seperate places, with plenty of food and drink around (because mikes and drinks go together like the characters of everyone's favorite Shakespearean tragedy), and everytime a conversation results in a discussion going on, those involved can then shimmy over to the mike and begin their discussion there, sharing the mike (hopefully simultaneously for the sake of my photo album) and sharing their thoughts. Anyone who wants to join the discussion can then shimmy over and subsequently fight for possession of the mike (or the nearby Lays).

Ideally, such a setup allows anyone to join a discussion when they want to, and also allows multiple discussions to go on at the same time.

Of course, having been expelled from the heights of Olympus, this setup is clearly vulnerable to all sorts of drawbacks and as a subsequent result, needs meatshield.

Tagboard?

The Hypathetical Effect

Everyone in the right state of mind (namely, not in Iowa), would have noticed that the school holidays are here (unless you happen to be a member of a lineage of katana wielding badasses). And while it has been something of anticipation for the last six months or so, it probably still is.

It simply isn't what you would have anticipated it to be. And while that may not be true as of yet, by the laws of induction it should be quite safe to say that from the last nine years of our lives, a trend can be observed. The holidays usually seem to be a lot more thrilling and relieving before the actual thrilling and relieving happens. That is to say, it disappoints.

Strangely enough, such a phenomenon is no longer limited to holidays (as of the 2008 patch). Many other things are usually a lot better and appealing before they're actually avaliable. And while the examinations do come to mind upon first mention of such a thing, it can't be denied that many a time, disappointment should be attributed to not to the object of disappointment (no suprise there), but to the human imagination.

Having such a lengthy amount of time to ferment thoughts of anticipation across the period of time in which one is deprived of the object of anticipation, by the time the object is acquired, the actual experience is terribly dampened by having experienced the... experience about ten times or so mentally.

Now about that blogger circle...

Food for Blog

It's been about six hours or so since I knew the sweet scent of freedom, though the possiblity of being institutionalized is marginally possible, I'm thinking that attempting life in the outside world is still possible as long as I have a second chance.

That said, I believe it's important for all ex-convicts like ourselves to get together and talk about how the world has changed since we last saw it. But no longer having access to old woodland sheds in the middle of the forest, we now have to make do with classy cafes and pristine eateries. Dark times we live in.

There are a few tentative locations for such a meeting.

a. Someone's house, preferably one with a trampoline.

b. A cafe, preferably with coffee that costs more than the caviar at the Ritz.

c. The Ritz.

d. In the event that we can't possible have access to any of these places, we could attempt some sort of pilgrimage through the city, and generally talking about things.

Any suggestions, on the tagboard please.