We can't all follow our dreams. First, the world won't work if everybody refuses to do anything that doesn't interest them. There just aren't enough truly passionate career janitors and retail salespeople in the world. Society would collapse on that alone. Second, for every successful musician, there are at least a thousand garage-band wannabes who will never make it, despite being just as hard-working and talented. There is just not enough room in the market.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - We all have to do things we don't enjoy.
PPS - Sometimes, we have to do them to make a living.
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Tuesday, 28 January 2014
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
Microsoft's imaginary infringing trademarks
I dreamed something last night that is untrue, but it still made me mad when I woke up. I was looking at some marketing material for Microsoft's upcoming Windows 7, and saw that they had new components in the file system. They had named these new components "Fireworx" and "Firebrand" (presumably relating to display and watermarking). The only motivation I could think of for choosing these names was to create some confusion with the Mozilla Firefox name, undermining their growing market share and making it easier for people to just stick with Internet Explorer.
It made me mad because I could only presume the motivation behind the names, but I was pretty sure that was it and I could do nothing about it.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - I also had a horrible feeling that it would work.
PPS - I imagine a trademark like that would be hard to fight.
It made me mad because I could only presume the motivation behind the names, but I was pretty sure that was it and I could do nothing about it.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - I also had a horrible feeling that it would work.
PPS - I imagine a trademark like that would be hard to fight.
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
Sim Space Colony and Zombie Dungeon
A few nights ago I dreamed of two computer games, neither one being especially innovative, but slightly interesting all the same. One was a zombie dungeon crawler, standard stuff except for the "scale" feature that meant shrinking down or growing larger as problems required. It reminded me of both New Super Mario, with the tiny and huge mushrooms, and Spore's Cell stage.
The other game was a "generational colonisation" game where a spaceship arrives on a barren planet and your job is to create a self-sustaining settlement. It seems a lot like SimCity, but with bubble cities on the Moon or Mars. The colonists would need to find resources to maintain the atmosphere and bubble, grow crops for food and hopefully eventually terraform the planet so that the bubble is no longer needed. They need to survive long enough to raise children, expand the colony and teach their descendants to survive and continue the work.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - I know they're not that original, but I'd give them a go.
PPS - The second one is most compelling to me.
The other game was a "generational colonisation" game where a spaceship arrives on a barren planet and your job is to create a self-sustaining settlement. It seems a lot like SimCity, but with bubble cities on the Moon or Mars. The colonists would need to find resources to maintain the atmosphere and bubble, grow crops for food and hopefully eventually terraform the planet so that the bubble is no longer needed. They need to survive long enough to raise children, expand the colony and teach their descendants to survive and continue the work.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - I know they're not that original, but I'd give them a go.
PPS - The second one is most compelling to me.
Monday, 2 February 2009
Dream: is Bigfoot dangerous?
I don't often post my dreams here, because it's weird enough already and usually I don't remember them. Last night held an interesting one, though.
I was a zookeeper at a kind of a free-range exotic animals park, and we had a pair of creatures that, for all intents and purposes, were Bigfoots (Bigfeet?). Anyway, we weren't sure if they were dangerous to humans, so as we were locking up one night, and letting our sasquatches run free in the park, they happened across a group of elderly people, one of whom fell down. The male looked up in interest and started towards the fallen person. I was watching by the open door, fascinated. The creature gathered speed, bounded right over the fallen person without a glance, charged past me through the door and out into the city. Oops.
So there was a meeting of zookeepers, some of whom had followed Bigfoot's trail up to a point, and gathered various clues in a sack that I was to present to them. The first thing that caught my eye was a pair of women's gumboots, which aroused some interest from the other keepers. This was followed by pair after pair of children's boots, evoking greater outrage with each pair. Bigfoot was clearly eating children!
At this point I "remembered" the twist in the story, despite being in it myself. Anyway, as it turns out, Bigfoot had found and adopted a human child, who was crying. Bigfoot, being observant but not that bright, noted that other human babies had shoes and were not crying, while his had no shoes and cried all the time. The solution was clear: baby needed shoes. So Bigfoot was stealing shoes from other babies and giving them to his, only to find that they were, apparently, the wrong shoes, since the crying continued. Thus resulted the long trail of discarded shoes, a missing baby and a very confused Bigfoot.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - I presume we caught him, returned the baby to his mother and all ended well.
PPS - I didn't dream that, but it seems the way things would go.
I was a zookeeper at a kind of a free-range exotic animals park, and we had a pair of creatures that, for all intents and purposes, were Bigfoots (Bigfeet?). Anyway, we weren't sure if they were dangerous to humans, so as we were locking up one night, and letting our sasquatches run free in the park, they happened across a group of elderly people, one of whom fell down. The male looked up in interest and started towards the fallen person. I was watching by the open door, fascinated. The creature gathered speed, bounded right over the fallen person without a glance, charged past me through the door and out into the city. Oops.
So there was a meeting of zookeepers, some of whom had followed Bigfoot's trail up to a point, and gathered various clues in a sack that I was to present to them. The first thing that caught my eye was a pair of women's gumboots, which aroused some interest from the other keepers. This was followed by pair after pair of children's boots, evoking greater outrage with each pair. Bigfoot was clearly eating children!
At this point I "remembered" the twist in the story, despite being in it myself. Anyway, as it turns out, Bigfoot had found and adopted a human child, who was crying. Bigfoot, being observant but not that bright, noted that other human babies had shoes and were not crying, while his had no shoes and cried all the time. The solution was clear: baby needed shoes. So Bigfoot was stealing shoes from other babies and giving them to his, only to find that they were, apparently, the wrong shoes, since the crying continued. Thus resulted the long trail of discarded shoes, a missing baby and a very confused Bigfoot.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - I presume we caught him, returned the baby to his mother and all ended well.
PPS - I didn't dream that, but it seems the way things would go.
Thursday, 22 June 2006
Eternity
The thing I crave most in my life is time. Not time by myself or time for any specific activity, just time. In my perfect world, the day is X hours long, where X is "as many as necessary". I have time to do my laundry and dishes every day. I have time to sleep in and still get to work; time to finish my projects and read all my mail. I have time to watch my television and time to do the shopping and cook a decent meal. I have endless time to spend with Deb and it never gets so late that I have to go home again. I have time to write and time to read, and before I go to sleep at night, I have time to pray it all through with my Maker. If I had the time I need, there is nothing that can upset my day. This is not an original thought.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - I am least happy when I am rushed.
PPS - Deadlines are my natural predator.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - I am least happy when I am rushed.
PPS - Deadlines are my natural predator.
Thursday, 8 September 2005
A partly-remembered face
I dreamed last night of a conglomeration of faces and names of people I have known or encountered. I bumped into this person in a supermarket and she grabbed my arm. She wouldn't let go until I remembered her name, and she gave me the hint that it was only three letters long. I eventually guessed "Nobi", which I realise is four letters long, and that confused me for a while. I think the name is a fusion of "Obi-Wan" and "Niobe" (from The Matrix Reloaded).
I'm not sure of all the pieces on which my memory drew to construct this Gestalten girl, but I think I recognise a few from primary school and NCYC. There was probably a bit of the Gospel Music Festival in there, too.
There wasn't much more to the dream than that - we bumped into each other, and eventually we were separated again, like ships passing in the night.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - It feels like a cop-out to write about a dream.
PPS - Maybe I'll do better tomorrow.
I'm not sure of all the pieces on which my memory drew to construct this Gestalten girl, but I think I recognise a few from primary school and NCYC. There was probably a bit of the Gospel Music Festival in there, too.
There wasn't much more to the dream than that - we bumped into each other, and eventually we were separated again, like ships passing in the night.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - It feels like a cop-out to write about a dream.
PPS - Maybe I'll do better tomorrow.
Thursday, 6 January 2005
Dream Another Dream
I had a post all ready to go for this morning and then this dream hit me. I dreamt I was in bed very early in the morning and woke up with a strange compulsion to go downstairs and look out towards the ocean. I could see sparks flying into the air from a massive bonfire down on the beach (by the way, we don't live near the beach) and also some tiny pathetic fireworks. Then a bus - no kidding, a Council bus - comes flying through the air turning end-over-end and embeds itself up to halfway in the corner of the house. It barely missed my bed.
Of course by the time I checked around to see if anyone was playing a joke or wanted me dead, some of my friends had come over to see the bus. By then it had turned into a whale and I kind of lost my momentum.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - Just this morning I saw this which might at least explain where the idea of a flying bus came from.
PPS - I think it also had something to do with City of Heroes.
Of course by the time I checked around to see if anyone was playing a joke or wanted me dead, some of my friends had come over to see the bus. By then it had turned into a whale and I kind of lost my momentum.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - Just this morning I saw this which might at least explain where the idea of a flying bus came from.
PPS - I think it also had something to do with City of Heroes.
Monday, 20 September 2004
Maybe you could write him a nasty note?
I don't mean to slip into a blog cliche, but I'm writing about a dream I had last night. I believe it was inspired by recent discussions of Doom 3, a game I have yet to witness or play. Anyway, I arrived in a dark jungle-like corridor that looked like a tasteful country club pergoda might look if you let it go for a few years and turned out all the lights. For a minute or two I watched one guy dispatch several tigers by shooting them in the head with an energy pistol of some kind. It burned huge holes in their heads about the diameter of a compact disc, and distressed me just a bit, being a cat owner.
After the tiger-slaughter was done, I talked to some official guy who was standing there and kindly inquired about becoming armed against the rabid tigers myself. He politely replied that I was welcome to whatever weapons I could find lying around, and even went so far as to call HQ for the helpful tip that somewhere around here might be another energy pistol. The best I could find was a ball-point pen. So naturally I stuck close to the guy with the gun and another guy who was only armed with a pen. We cautiously crept through the disused enclosure being wary of tigers dropping on us from the canopy overhead. As we crept along I was trying to determine the best way one might attack a tiger with a pen. Is there some vulnerable spot of a tiger's skull or brain that I'd learned about watching the Discovery Channel some time? I couldn't think of any.
That's about where the dream ends, really. More creeping, the occasional suggestive rustling on the other side of bushes, but mostly just trying not to die in a jungle while armed with a pen.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - The pen may be mightier, but only when you're far from the action.
PPS - And I'm sure that saying is not literal anyway.
After the tiger-slaughter was done, I talked to some official guy who was standing there and kindly inquired about becoming armed against the rabid tigers myself. He politely replied that I was welcome to whatever weapons I could find lying around, and even went so far as to call HQ for the helpful tip that somewhere around here might be another energy pistol. The best I could find was a ball-point pen. So naturally I stuck close to the guy with the gun and another guy who was only armed with a pen. We cautiously crept through the disused enclosure being wary of tigers dropping on us from the canopy overhead. As we crept along I was trying to determine the best way one might attack a tiger with a pen. Is there some vulnerable spot of a tiger's skull or brain that I'd learned about watching the Discovery Channel some time? I couldn't think of any.
That's about where the dream ends, really. More creeping, the occasional suggestive rustling on the other side of bushes, but mostly just trying not to die in a jungle while armed with a pen.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - The pen may be mightier, but only when you're far from the action.
PPS - And I'm sure that saying is not literal anyway.
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