In this post, I'd like to talk about how to avoid getting AIDS.
Computer AIDS.
I know I promised reviews of eroge, and some images here and there, but this is one topic that's relevant to me and--
WAIT, DON'T GO! NEXT TIME, I PROMISE! REALLY!
Anyway, a recent problem in our computer labs is the spread of flash drive viruses. You'd have to be careful where you stick that flash drive or risk infection.
Normally, this would not be a problem. I mean, why infect your flash drive, or let it infect other PCs, and give everyone a hard time? I mean, a simple virus scan kills a lot of them. And you can always reformat the computers in the lab, right? And make it so that it resets all settings when restarted?
This is assuming most people have two brain cells between them.
There are three viruses that are prevalent in our labs. I know how to manually get rid of them all, and I have done so to several computers. Which, by the way, have unprotected admin accounts. However, it only takes a day to find out that the PC has been reinfected. I've even had one person admit that his flash drive is loaded with viruses...and then inserted it into a cleaned PC in the same breath.
I suppose it's not all their fault. A lot of people seem to lose IQ when in front of a computer. A common phenomenon I'm sure many are aware of. Plus the staff is really busy. Our computer lab has only one guy taking care of it, and I'm sure he can't possibly have the time to make sure all the admin accounts are password protected and make sure it resets upon restarting. I mean, he must be so busy downloading porn (I've caught him) that he was only able to do that to one PC out of 30. The entire semestral break must have been too short to do that ardorous task.
I'd be all to happy to help him, but he's too busy jerking off to answer me.
My flash drive still remains in dire peril whenever I need to do some work in the school. That precious single resetting PC is all I have.
Why did I post this?
Because I felt like it.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Friday, January 04, 2008
First Contact
Before I start writing entries for the games themselves, I'd like to tell a story of a little boy.
This little boy was a curious sort. He loved to read, starting at the age of two and even up to now. He seemed to have a natural talent with words, and could read at a pace no child of his age could match. As he read more and more, knowledge filled his brain.
One day, he learned about the birds and the bees that way. It confused him though. Who could blame him? He hadn't even gone through puberty yet.
A short time later, he came to witness the phenomenon known as the Internet.
With what he had learned fresh in his mind, he searched for information on it. He was also skilled in handling a computer, and it took him no time at all to find what he was looking for.
One of the first things he saw was a game. The amateur website he downloaded it from hailed it, calling it a story on love, with a little more of the something he was looking for in the first place.
True Love. JAST.
He downloaded the game. Over the course of a few weeks, he snuck in playing time for it when nobody was looking. Months passed. He uncovered more and more of the game, playing it over and over, with one lesson he learned always at the forefront of his mind.
That sex was the final expression of love you had for someone else.
Years later, the same child, almost a man, turned down an offer of sex from an attractive woman simply because he didn't love her. He could never be intimate with someone he didn't at least have feelings for.
This little boy was a curious sort. He loved to read, starting at the age of two and even up to now. He seemed to have a natural talent with words, and could read at a pace no child of his age could match. As he read more and more, knowledge filled his brain.
One day, he learned about the birds and the bees that way. It confused him though. Who could blame him? He hadn't even gone through puberty yet.
A short time later, he came to witness the phenomenon known as the Internet.
With what he had learned fresh in his mind, he searched for information on it. He was also skilled in handling a computer, and it took him no time at all to find what he was looking for.
One of the first things he saw was a game. The amateur website he downloaded it from hailed it, calling it a story on love, with a little more of the something he was looking for in the first place.
True Love. JAST.
He downloaded the game. Over the course of a few weeks, he snuck in playing time for it when nobody was looking. Months passed. He uncovered more and more of the game, playing it over and over, with one lesson he learned always at the forefront of his mind.
That sex was the final expression of love you had for someone else.
Years later, the same child, almost a man, turned down an offer of sex from an attractive woman simply because he didn't love her. He could never be intimate with someone he didn't at least have feelings for.
And that, my friends, is my story.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
I rise again.
It's been a while since I last posted. A lot of changes have happened in my life, and let's say that I'm well on the way to becoming a productive person again. I feel more useful when I'm busy, and, well, I'm really busy. Mostly because of studies and writing. Yes, I finally have a life. And it's driving me nuts.
Anyway, I talked a bit with a friend of mine about my blog, and he suggested that I feature H-games here. My unique way of perceiving them, as an art form and a way to explore the human mind, might make people look at them in a different light, he said.
Let's get one thing straight: I don't get off on playing H-games. I'll detail exactly why in my next post, but H-games never fell under the 'fappable' section for me, because of the very first one I played. I know a lot of guys (and girls) who use it to get off, but it never worked for me. I have played stuff that was pure fap material (Do You Like Horny Bunnies comes to mind) but I prefer ones charged with emotion and story.
In the next few posts, I'll detail my recommendations without spoiling too much. Don't worry, I'll only recommend the English ones. I can't provide too many pictures since I've already uninstalled most of them. Hopefully, it will inspire others to play these games not for the adult content, but for the story. As for where to get the games, use google. Or if you know my YM ID, ask me. (I'm not putting it here. Ask redkinoko or something.) Or if you know me and my friends' IRC channel, drop by. I can't guarantee that I'll answer right away, though.
I'll also recommend some non-adult titles, normal visual novels, so you'll have something to play even if your little sister is breathing down your neck. Seriously, she likes to do that.
And for the thousandth time (you know who you are), I'm a guy. Just because I like cute things doesn't mean that I have a vagina. I'm also as straight as an arrow, thanks. So stop asking me out.
Anyway, I talked a bit with a friend of mine about my blog, and he suggested that I feature H-games here. My unique way of perceiving them, as an art form and a way to explore the human mind, might make people look at them in a different light, he said.
Let's get one thing straight: I don't get off on playing H-games. I'll detail exactly why in my next post, but H-games never fell under the 'fappable' section for me, because of the very first one I played. I know a lot of guys (and girls) who use it to get off, but it never worked for me. I have played stuff that was pure fap material (Do You Like Horny Bunnies comes to mind) but I prefer ones charged with emotion and story.
In the next few posts, I'll detail my recommendations without spoiling too much. Don't worry, I'll only recommend the English ones. I can't provide too many pictures since I've already uninstalled most of them. Hopefully, it will inspire others to play these games not for the adult content, but for the story. As for where to get the games, use google. Or if you know my YM ID, ask me. (I'm not putting it here. Ask redkinoko or something.) Or if you know me and my friends' IRC channel, drop by. I can't guarantee that I'll answer right away, though.
I'll also recommend some non-adult titles, normal visual novels, so you'll have something to play even if your little sister is breathing down your neck. Seriously, she likes to do that.
And for the thousandth time (you know who you are), I'm a guy. Just because I like cute things doesn't mean that I have a vagina. I'm also as straight as an arrow, thanks. So stop asking me out.
Fag.
Friday, February 02, 2007
After a while...
Yeah, I know it's been a long time since I last put anything here. I've been busy with a lot of things. And I really don't have anything interesting to say lately. Life's been so-so.
After redkinoko's entry on hospitals (and the old guy), I was reminded of a recent weird incident with my grandmother. She apparently chased one of our maids with a large knife after announcing her intent to take a short vacation.
I mean, seriously, that was messed up. I love my grandmother and all, but she's been acting weirder and weirder. Oh, the thought that Manila is just a few blocks from my home in Laguna can be ignored. She stopped trying to walk or take a tricycle there a few months back. The tantrums at least once a week about her not being loved by anyone or someone saying something nasty to her even though it didn't really happen, that passes after a day or two.
But the knife. She could have seriously hurt someone with it. If I had any say in the matter, this would be a good time to give her medication. Preferably the knock-out kind. But that won't fly with my parents anyway.
So I'll just continue to endure whatever she does. It's what you do for your loved ones, after all.
After redkinoko's entry on hospitals (and the old guy), I was reminded of a recent weird incident with my grandmother. She apparently chased one of our maids with a large knife after announcing her intent to take a short vacation.
I mean, seriously, that was messed up. I love my grandmother and all, but she's been acting weirder and weirder. Oh, the thought that Manila is just a few blocks from my home in Laguna can be ignored. She stopped trying to walk or take a tricycle there a few months back. The tantrums at least once a week about her not being loved by anyone or someone saying something nasty to her even though it didn't really happen, that passes after a day or two.
But the knife. She could have seriously hurt someone with it. If I had any say in the matter, this would be a good time to give her medication. Preferably the knock-out kind. But that won't fly with my parents anyway.
So I'll just continue to endure whatever she does. It's what you do for your loved ones, after all.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Road Retards
I've had my share of drivers who are, well, retards. Jeepney and tricycle drivers mostly fall under this category. The former block the road and cut you like mad, and the latter still think they don't have a sidecar attached and try to get into the little gaps they have no business of being in.
Let me give you a situation. You're driving an airconditioned FX, minding your own business, driving down the SLEX. (It's a highway. South Luzon Expressway.) It's a good day, your passengers are asleep.
In the corner of your eye you see this PNCC jeepney thing. They're police, sort of. It's better if you've actually seen them so you can have a better picture of this situation. As most people who drive down the SLEX know, there's the innermost fast lane where you are, the second slow lane, and the shoulder.
The PNCC vehicle was at the shoulder. He suddenly changed lanes to the middle, moving alongside your own vehicle. Okay. Since he isn't signaling or slowing down, or going even the slightest bit towards your direction, it's safe to assume that he's not going into your lane.
You underestimate human stupidity.
He suddenly, and I mean out of freaking nowhere, changes to your lane. Sharply.
Considering you were going at around 100 km/h, and how suddenly he changed direction, you're surprised and try to hit on the brakes. The right front side oof your vehicle collides heavily with his.
And you thank God you didn't skid, flip over, or, heaven forbid, had another fast-moving vehicle behind you, avoiding a really really messy metal sandwiching.
And the policeman tries to downplay your brush with death, that he was merely changing lanes.
This all actually happened today. My father was one of the passengers, and being at front with the driver, he was at high risk for an injury, or possibly death, when the vehicles collided.
Being on the road is a great risk, but we all still do it anyway. It's up to humans to reduce that risk.
That cop needs to be a better driver. Seriously. I don't think I'll be safe on that highway until they drag him back to driving school. Or teach him more common sense. Which is as rare as gold nowadays.
He better, or next time his victims may not be so lucky.
Let me give you a situation. You're driving an airconditioned FX, minding your own business, driving down the SLEX. (It's a highway. South Luzon Expressway.) It's a good day, your passengers are asleep.
In the corner of your eye you see this PNCC jeepney thing. They're police, sort of. It's better if you've actually seen them so you can have a better picture of this situation. As most people who drive down the SLEX know, there's the innermost fast lane where you are, the second slow lane, and the shoulder.
The PNCC vehicle was at the shoulder. He suddenly changed lanes to the middle, moving alongside your own vehicle. Okay. Since he isn't signaling or slowing down, or going even the slightest bit towards your direction, it's safe to assume that he's not going into your lane.
You underestimate human stupidity.
He suddenly, and I mean out of freaking nowhere, changes to your lane. Sharply.
Considering you were going at around 100 km/h, and how suddenly he changed direction, you're surprised and try to hit on the brakes. The right front side oof your vehicle collides heavily with his.
And you thank God you didn't skid, flip over, or, heaven forbid, had another fast-moving vehicle behind you, avoiding a really really messy metal sandwiching.
And the policeman tries to downplay your brush with death, that he was merely changing lanes.
This all actually happened today. My father was one of the passengers, and being at front with the driver, he was at high risk for an injury, or possibly death, when the vehicles collided.
Being on the road is a great risk, but we all still do it anyway. It's up to humans to reduce that risk.
That cop needs to be a better driver. Seriously. I don't think I'll be safe on that highway until they drag him back to driving school. Or teach him more common sense. Which is as rare as gold nowadays.
He better, or next time his victims may not be so lucky.
Friday, September 08, 2006
New hope for pRO?
For those familiar with Ragnarok Online, our version here in the Philippines will open a new server on September 20. Called 'Thor', it boasts the presence of RagDefender, a well-known bot killer program embedded into the RO client.
RagDefender is good at what it does. It is updated weekly every maintenance. No bot program can permanently win against it. It takes a customized bot and a few days worth of fast programming to be able to get through, and since it is updated often, they can only enjoy it for a few days. It's been on for quite a while in Japan and it is still proving its effectiveness.
The developers of Openkore, the most common bot program used by pRO players, won't even try to touch it. (According to them.)
Personally, I think LU will go through with this server. They've lost a lot of players who dislike bots, and this is a perfect solution. Gain profit from the other servers through bots, gain profit from the non-botters as well. It's a win-win thing for them.
I hope to see a return to the old days; when you could actually talk to people leveling alongside you, when you would scramble for an Elunium the monster dropped in Glast Heim, when you felt like a million bucks upon gaining a card, when you were perfectly happy with +4 gear, when you would make a lot of friends, when getting to 99 actually felt like a great achievement, to you and to others, when you actually see people still vending flys/reds/gems.
When a monk/champ would not be so EF-happy because he knows how much SP recovery items he still has. (A similar thing can be said for AB Biochemists.) When you would actually use unorthodox tactics in WoE, not relying on numbers to swarm your target. When you give your life savings to get that VVS Wind Katana, or that Sakkat.
Let us hope.
RagDefender is good at what it does. It is updated weekly every maintenance. No bot program can permanently win against it. It takes a customized bot and a few days worth of fast programming to be able to get through, and since it is updated often, they can only enjoy it for a few days. It's been on for quite a while in Japan and it is still proving its effectiveness.
The developers of Openkore, the most common bot program used by pRO players, won't even try to touch it. (According to them.)
Personally, I think LU will go through with this server. They've lost a lot of players who dislike bots, and this is a perfect solution. Gain profit from the other servers through bots, gain profit from the non-botters as well. It's a win-win thing for them.
I hope to see a return to the old days; when you could actually talk to people leveling alongside you, when you would scramble for an Elunium the monster dropped in Glast Heim, when you felt like a million bucks upon gaining a card, when you were perfectly happy with +4 gear, when you would make a lot of friends, when getting to 99 actually felt like a great achievement, to you and to others, when you actually see people still vending flys/reds/gems.
When a monk/champ would not be so EF-happy because he knows how much SP recovery items he still has. (A similar thing can be said for AB Biochemists.) When you would actually use unorthodox tactics in WoE, not relying on numbers to swarm your target. When you give your life savings to get that VVS Wind Katana, or that Sakkat.
Let us hope.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
I'm a Nice Guy
I smile and nod empathically as she poured out her problems to me. Whenever she had a problem, she always came to me.
It was a face-to-face conversation this time. Apparently her current boyfriend was a jerk who deserved to die, because he was walking with another girl.
I mentally sighed. She was jumping into conclusions again. She always did. And an overactive imagination to boot. I had to stop her before it goes wild again.
After talking for an hour, she stood up and smiled at me, and thanked me, and that I'll make a good boyfriend someday.
All guys know that when a girl says they're boyfriend material, chances are she'll never see you that way.
As she goes out the door, I could only smile. A fake smile. We'll do this again and again, me listening to her heartbreaks, her despair. Me, still here, offering words of comfort. Still out of the loop until she has another problem again.
I could have taken advantage of her nature. I could have told her she was right about the guy. I could have told her a lot of things. But I didn't. I didn't want to see her sad. I didn't want her to lose me, someone she can talk to about everything. I'll just keep sitting here with the same accepting smile she had grown used to, offering an ear to her latest dilemma.
I love her.
But I'm a nice guy.
It was a face-to-face conversation this time. Apparently her current boyfriend was a jerk who deserved to die, because he was walking with another girl.
I mentally sighed. She was jumping into conclusions again. She always did. And an overactive imagination to boot. I had to stop her before it goes wild again.
After talking for an hour, she stood up and smiled at me, and thanked me, and that I'll make a good boyfriend someday.
All guys know that when a girl says they're boyfriend material, chances are she'll never see you that way.
As she goes out the door, I could only smile. A fake smile. We'll do this again and again, me listening to her heartbreaks, her despair. Me, still here, offering words of comfort. Still out of the loop until she has another problem again.
I could have taken advantage of her nature. I could have told her she was right about the guy. I could have told her a lot of things. But I didn't. I didn't want to see her sad. I didn't want her to lose me, someone she can talk to about everything. I'll just keep sitting here with the same accepting smile she had grown used to, offering an ear to her latest dilemma.
I love her.
But I'm a nice guy.
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