Greatest Aphrodisiac

Ooh, I love tetris. I love it so much. I realize how silly it is for me to like it so much considering how that the reason I play games is for the story. I would have to say, though that it is my favourite game of all time. Bar Chrono Trigger.
It’s just such a… mental workout to play Tetris. Constant arranging. Constant organizing. Which is perfect for me because I’m so anal. I know what you are thinking, “Tyler, anal? Nigga’ please!” But it is true. And Tetris is the ultimate anal test. Ah, thinking about this makes we want to whip out my Tetris DS and pwn nubs online. I love pwning nubs. Nubs suck.

Serious Business

People are always saying that the Internet is serious business. This is probably the biggest understatement in the universe. The Internet is, perhaps, the more profound and important thing that human beings have ever invented. Maybe ever will invent.
Why is it so powerful? You know why. Perhaps the fact that I have a blog, and a website, and an e-mail, and a facebook, and a photobucket, and an instant messenger service, and a thousand different things that have never existed before… Opinions and community are shared and distributed like nothing, unlike any time throughout history. Relationships can exist between people online, yet the very same people may pass each other on the street without even knowing who they are. People fall in love on the internet. Love!
Identity suddenly becomes meaningless. Wealth and property is meaningless. Your family, meaningless. Your friends, your kinship, your nationality… None of it means anything on the internet. Nothing matters. You don’t need an opinion. You don’t need to be good-looking. You don’t need anything to thrive on the internet. You can just simply exist, and no out ousts you. No one ostracizes you.
Ask yourself, how many of your friends have a blog? Do you have a blog? How many of your friends are posting in 3+ forums, giving their opinions on matters whose relevance seems to fade to dust on the internet? What about you? How many people do you know on the internet, that you would not have known otherwise? I know dozens, maybe hundreds of people that I have no idea who they are beyond the web. My old guild mates, posters on GameFAQs whose opinions I trust, others. How many old friends have you suddenly become reunited with, even though they moved miles away?
But what does this mean for society? Who knows. But our generation, those of us who have had the internet for the better portion of our lives, those of us who saw the internet grow, and become what it is… we are the ones who are most impacted by this phenomenon. We are the ones who spend more time on the web then we do anywhere else. We stroll through the web like it is something that is only natural, being at the top of the hierarchy, if ever there was one. We are the ones who have gotten used to the idea of instant information.

I could type more but this is probably boring whoever is reading it.

Myers/Briggs

I don’t know how many of you have done the Myers/Briggs personality test, but I have. Recently I thought that I would look it back up and check out my personality again. I proudly bear the title, ‘Mastermind,’ being an INTJ.

That means that I am Introverted, iNtuitive, Thinking, Judging. My counterpart would be an ESFP, who would be Extroverted, Sensing, Feeling, Perceiving. I love this test because the more I read about INTJs, the more I see exactly who I am. Everything they describe about them is like a little window into what I am. Read this if you wish, if you desire to know more about me, Tyler, and want to know what motivates me. It is interesting so I suggest you read it.

To outsiders, INTJs may appear to project an aura of “definiteness”, of self-confidence. This self-confidence, sometimes mistaken for simple arrogance by the less decisive, is actually of a very specific rather than a general nature; its source lies in the specialized knowledge systems that most INTJs start building at an early age. When it comes to their own areas of expertise — and INTJs can have several — they will be able to tell you almost immediately whether or not they can help you, and if so, how. INTJs know what they know, and perhaps still more importantly, they know what they don’t know.

INTJs are perfectionists, with a seemingly endless capacity for improving upon anything that takes their interest. What prevents them from becoming chronically bogged down in this pursuit of perfection is the pragmatism so characteristic of the type: INTJs apply (often ruthlessly) the criterion “Does it work?” to everything from their own research efforts to the prevailing social norms. This in turn produces an unusual independence of mind, freeing the INTJ from the constraints of authority, convention, or sentiment for its own sake.

INTJs are known as the “Systems Builders” of the types, perhaps in part because they possess the unusual trait combination of imagination and reliability. Whatever system an INTJ happens to be working on is for them the equivalent of a moral cause to an INFJ; both perfectionism and disregard for authority may come into play, as INTJs can be unsparing of both themselves and the others on the project. Anyone considered to be “slacking,” including superiors, will lose their respect — and will generally be made aware of this; INTJs have also been known to take it upon themselves to implement critical decisions without consulting their supervisors or co-workers. On the other hand, they do tend to be scrupulous and even-handed about recognizing the individual contributions that have gone into a project, and have a gift for seizing opportunities which others might not even notice.

In the broadest terms, what INTJs “do” tends to be what they “know”. Typical INTJ career choices are in the sciences and engineering, but they can be found wherever a combination of intellect and incisiveness are required (e.g., law, some areas of academia). INTJs can rise to management positions when they are willing to invest time in marketing their abilities as well as enhancing them, and (whether for the sake of ambition or the desire for privacy) many also find it useful to learn to simulate some degree of surface conformism in order to mask their inherent unconventionality.

Personal relationships, particularly romantic ones, can be the INTJ’s Achilles heel. While they are capable of caring deeply for others (usually a select few), and are willing to spend a great deal of time and effort on a relationship, the knowledge and self-confidence that make them so successful in other areas can suddenly abandon or mislead them in interpersonal situations.

This happens in part because many INTJs do not readily grasp the social rituals; for instance, they tend to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk and flirtation (which most types consider half the fun of a relationship). To complicate matters, INTJs are usually extremely private people, and can often be naturally impassive as well, which makes them easy to misread and misunderstand. Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that INTJs really want people to make sense. This sometimes results in a peculiar naivete’, paralleling that of many Fs — only instead of expecting inexhaustible affection and empathy from a romantic relationship, the INTJ will expect inexhaustible reasonability and directness.

Probably the strongest INTJ assets in the interpersonal area are their intuitive abilities and their willingness to “work at” a relationship. Although as Ts they do not always have the kind of natural empathy that many Fs do, the Intuitive function can often act as a good substitute by synthesizing the probable meanings behind such things as tone of voice, turn of phrase, and facial expression. This ability can then be honed and directed by consistent, repeated efforts to understand and support those they care about, and those relationships which ultimately do become established with an INTJ tend to be characterized by their robustness, stability, and good communications.

If this seems nothing like me, then you certainly do not know me. That is part of the enigma that is an INTJ. The article goes on to say many other things about us, all of which are on the nose. We enjoy paradoxes, we enjoy (yes ENJOY) developing unique solutions to complex problems… Everything about this is me.

If you want to take the test yourself, go to this link: Myers/Briggs Personality Test, then click the Do It! button. Once you are done, if tells you what you are and it gives you two links. The first one is alright, but the second one is way better. I suggest going to that one.

Beauty

Perhaps the most beautiful thing on the planet is the human body. I don’t mean physically or sexually. I’m talking about biologically. Today in physics, we were learning about lenses and optics. Professor Kleeka brought up the eye, and we saw how the lens in our eye shifts to see closer or farther images.
I had known how eyes had worked previously, but seeing it again after I know all that I know… It certainly is breath-taking. I mean, the complexity of it alone makes it a peace of art, and considering that the human body is possibly the most complicated thing in the universe, that makes us the most beautiful thing ever.
Thinking about this makes me want to learn more about the brain. Not just more, but everything there is to learn about the brain.

This is probably, subconsciously, why I like math. It is so perfect and works so flawlessly. In chemistry, we learn some rules ‘only work some of the time,’ and that in physics, everything ‘breaks down at infinity’. Math and biology are both constant. Their rules are true everywhere. In an open system, at infinity, at the speed of light… they are always constant.
They are both beautiful.

Good Story

When people say to me, “oh, you’ve gotta beat this game,” or “oh, you’ve gotta play this series,” the first thing that pops into my mind is, “no, it’s probably going to suck.” I realized today that nothing, and I mean nothing, interests me in a game more then the story line. That’s why I play games. I don’t care if it has nice graphics. I don’t care if it has handsome gameplay. All I care about is the story. I’ll say it loud; I’m a Story Whore.
Video Games, Movies, TV shows, and Books are all entertainment. To me, they all supply the same form of entertainment. I mean REAL entertainment. They all provide access to something other then simple comedy or visual stimulus. They are all just different media for a story. Now, VGs are my favourite medium for a story because:
Books take too long to read.
There are too few good TV shows (Only show worth BSG).
Movies are too short.
That’s why I’m not playing World of Warcraft anymore. There wasn’t a predominant, nor a meaningful or complex, storyline. That’s why I just can’t play Kingdom Hearts. That’s why I can’t play Metroid Prime 2. That’s why, secretly, I dread the day that Super Smash Brothers Brawl for the Wii comes out. For all of these things, I would be donating so much of my time, and getting nothing in return.

Thank You

I was thinking today; the word ‘Thank’ is clearly the ugliest word (Maybe other then BLOG) in the whole entire word. I mean, the word just hits you like a thousand-pound burrito. You’re just walking around, minding your own business, when suddenly, WHAM, you get hit with a THANK. A giant, ugly, painful THANK.
The word just gives me the heebee jeebee’s just thinking about. It’s so offensive sounding. Things ending in ‘ank’ are not supposed to be positive words. For example: Tank, Stank, Shank, Flank. None of these words are good or positive in any way. Unless you’re into shanking. But that’s not good for the person who gets shanked. You would think that the ‘th’ at the beginning of the word might redeem it slightly, considering that the T/H combo has been proven effective in other areas (thought, thrill, theme park) but some how fails to add any cushion to the ‘thank’. Then again, this is probably just a foolish pessimistic thought. I should be more positive.

On a positive note… Um… I finished all my lab finals. Yay! Now I just have a Chemistry midterm on Friday then I’m completely done until exams. I think. Tests seem to like to sneak up on me.

On a shanking note, IN YOUR FACE DAWN. I KNEW that I only had ONE of the Anthro books. And it’s not on my account, so whomsoever it is on (SARIKA’S), you are the one who is being money-shanked. Speaking of money-shanked, there are 18 dollars that I owe on my account which are clearly not at the fault of me (I only had 1 book!!), so me and Sarika are going to have to pay off each other’s fines!

iRack

I just love satire. Its probably my favourite form of word play. Anyway, I stumbled upon this SNL skit for the new Apple product, the iRack.

Lawl. This was awesome.

Midterm 4

I wrote my fourth math midterm today. It had eight questions, and I only finished… like five of them. It wasn’t because of time constraints either. It was just too difficult. I guess I could have studied more, though I did study the most time that I have ever for any test in my life. Lucky for me the smart mathematicians realized the best way to get higher grades; they don’t count every midterm! That’s a good lesson for any other faculty that wants a higher grade average. Artificially boosting things FTW.

But other then my physics lab final tomorrow, I’m basically done everything until *smash* FINALS. That smash was my hopes and dreams.

Toxic Tasties

Why, oh why, are the best things in life (to eat) bad for you? It’s like someone decided that the tastier something is, the faster it’s going to kill you. Let’s take a look at my favourite thing to eat in the universe… Potatoes!

Potatoes? You mean carb city? Talk about a bunch of energy you don’t need. And how you prepare them… Fries clearly have too much salt and fatty acids, mashed potatoes are loaded with cream (Oh, and cheese! Oh, and bacon! Yum!) so that’s not healthy, baked potatoes? That’s just screams sour cream. And no one thinks that sour cream is good for you.

You think, as a species, humans would have evolved to think that things that were good for us would certainly taste better. Talk about anti-preservation tactics. That’s like everyone wanting to stab themselves with a tiny sewing needle over and over again; it won’t kill you right away, but after a while, your heart won’t be able to keep up with the many gaping holes in you.

Now I want a big pile of mashed potatoes… *sigh* With cheese and bacon in it. And sour cream. And a whole lot of cream. Really fatty cream.

20th Century

Hurray! I’ve finally left that old stinky century behind ( The 20th ) and I have entered the 21st! No more cotton gin for me. How did I do this? One simple, but slightly ugly, word. Blog.

Ew, what an ugly word. Blog. It’s like a mix between black and smog. Which is funny because smog is a mix between smoke and fog. So, through that reasoning, a blog is a black, smoky, fog. That’s a fairly accurate depiction.

That is neither here nor there.