Posts tagged ‘sick’

Augmented Reality

The concept of this sounds like the most awesome invention in entertainment, the most innovatve idea in navigation and information ever.

Sounds.
But isn’t.

Plenty of old-schoolers have ripped on “Pokemon Go”. Bashing it with plenty of valid, and not so valid points pf criticism. 

I ain’t gonna chime in to the chorus, either loving or hating it – I don’t care for it.
At all.

Of course, some are blaming the game for the things the game can not be faultet for: our unpreparedness for augmented reality games.
•As individuals some lack the common sense and decency not to walk into hospitals – including ICUs, not to hike over graves on cemeteries, not to wander onto construction sites and fall into open holes in the ground, not to walk into oncoming traffic. I can hardly wait for the first morons to slip into nuclear power plants and get irradiated because a pikachu was hiding there.
Is the game to fault for any of this?
Nope. Human idiocy is.
•There are Pokemon in holocaust memorial sites, in hospitals, on graveyards, etc., preemptively the governments of the countries where this game is available should have told Niantic/Nintendo NOT to put shit there. Especially after the far less known and far less popular game Ingress had faced similar criticisms. Did the people in power learn? Nope. Did the game developers – who built on Ingress – learn? Nope. So at least a partial fault can be passed on to the development team.

We as a society were not prepared, our governments were not prepared, the developers were not prepared.
To some extent we still aren’t.
But this is not the fault of the game.
People, societies and governments were not prepared for TV, cellphones, smartphones or the internet. Some still struggle with that shit altogether. (Especially considering the lack of a coherent and transparent copyright law, eh?)

Faulting the game for exposing our own unpreparedness, our inadequacy to adapt to the new situation, is an escape mechanism.

It frightens us, how stupid people “become” when playing this game, it frightens us even more to know that these people were reckless idiots before, and Pokemon was just the catalyst that brought it to daylight.
It frightens us to see that just this easily a company can develop something – something so immaterial as software even – that turns our view of the world on its head, that makes everything different, that shows us our own inadequacies, and limitations.

It is just the same as saying that violent games make people run amok.
They don’t. These days it is relatively easy to obtain a weapon, if you have those tendencies.
If you have the tendency to run amok, you may still have an inkling of common sense preventing you from doing it at the first impulse, and you are drawn in by the violent games. Did the game make the homicidal maniacs? No. But they gravitated towards them.
Did Pokemon Go make the people stupid? No. It acted as a catalyst and exposed the window lickers as what they are.

Verdict: Not guilty.
Let Pokemon Go, go. Leave it be.

Accept that idiots are everywhere, and lament the fact that we did not turn Augmented Reality into the hottest tourist and learning app of all ages. That we did not turn augmented reality into a sky gazing app.
Be sad that you can’t whip out your phone, direct the camera to the weird cloud in the sky and it tells you what sort of cloud it is, what it means weather wise….and so on. What tree is this? What flower am I looking at? etc.
No we turned augmented reality into a game.
Just a game.

Take care,
A.

Dolphins and People – a rant.

As a writer – especially in my preferred field of fantasy and science fiction – it is my ‘obligation’ (sort of) to take the human condition, and mirror it.

Reflect the ugly human visage back to the reader, make them think and change their way of thinking.

I find it difficult, nigh impossible, to do so these times, when one newsstory about a dead dolphin baby says everything and anything there is to say about the current, psychotic nature of the human condition, the deranged state of mind our society currently is in.

Looking for quick validation by our peers, no regard for others be they animal or fellow humans:
A baby dolphin, used as a photo prop, handed around like it was a plushie even after it had already died, later it was dumped on the very same beach where it had been plucked from the waters, like some piece of cardboard cutout, or worse, garbage.
Why?
No, no one wanted the meat or fat, no one took the skin or bones.
No.
Just pictures.
Pictures no one will care for two weeks later, with or without the media outcry.
Quick likes by peers for validation of the self centered, egotistical and, yes, heavily narcissistic selfie-asshats that pollute the finite storage capacity of the net with their garbage pictures of always the same faces grinning into the camera, with but one desire behind the images – to garner attention.

No one is making these to show where they are, to show what incredible thing they do/did, to demonstrate something.
No.
They all just want attention.
All of the time.
Likes and compliments, keep them coming to these attention whores, the whole lot of them.
And that is a testament to our society as a whole.

Idiots protesting or rioting against people who have had to leave everything, sometimes everyone (for dead) behind, just to save their lives; congratulating themselves on the successful riots/protests, videotaping or photographing their deeds, putting them online, yelling (semi-)racist things, feeling strong in the masses because the impact and general success they have as an individual is negligible beyond worth mentioning in their own resumé, which could be summarised as a blank page of failure – why they do it?
Validation.
Again, they get selfworth out of this. They get likes, they get attention, even if it is negative attention, they at least get some. And there are enough of their own breed to give them positive attention.
This list could be continued to include science deniers and other rebels against the “mainstream” (which doesn’t really exist,  come to think of it), all in the effort to get selfworth, to push narcissists and to get attention for either themselves or their goals, and validation of values.

Again, how could I as a writer take this and mold it into a story that would be better (on a metaphorical level) than the news story about the dead dolphin, and the selfabsorbed selfie people?

I couldn’t, even if I have tentacle monsters from the deep abduct and drown a little kid for entertainment purposes only, having the twist at the end that the tentacle creatures are humans.
It can be seen as a metaphor for anything ‘refugee-crisis’ (sic!) related, as no one truly seems to care for the refugees and what drove them to become refugees, only their own (political/personal/economic) agenda is being driven onward, with the refugee situation being just a front.
Again, someone in need/plight is picked up, handed around like a prop, everyone “takes pictures”* (sometimes flattering, sometimes not so much), until the ‘prop’ is thrown away. Discarded like garbage, treated worse, possibly dead.

*- “takes pictures” is a metaphor for anything and everything related to the refugees here. Whether it is PRO or CONTRA doesn’t matter. Pictures, videos, figments or articles – all sides do their own, and just USE the subject matter.
A few voices call for action to make the refugees’ home land(s) safe again, but that are just a few. There surely were a few people on that beach yelling for the baby dolphin to be returned to the sea before it dies from heatstroke. Were they heard? Sure. Were they heeded? It’s dead. From heatstroke. You decide…but the answer is no.

All advances we have made as a society to overcome these inhumane practices (including, but not restricted to: xenophobia, generalising, treating helpless animals like toys, ignoring/negating people’s needs and plights, ignoring/dismissing scientific truth, ignoring evidence and truths, etc.), to reach an age in which we can share information at the speed of light, where one can learn new and wondrous things at every hour, around the clock, seven days a weeks, in every room of the house, with a device in hand that is smaller than a palm. Living in a society that has a hralth and education systems our grandparents would envy us for, having achieved a level of tolerance with people of “other races” (imo there’s no such tbing, but that’s moot here), religions and ethnicities unthinkable just a hundred years, or even fifty years agao. All these advances are being ignored, or twisted into their demonic counterparts from planet dungball.

Makes one question how to continue writing in a meaningful way, and what distorted ugly visage I as a writer would have to portray, to make it accurate enough to be recognised, yet obsucre enough to fit my narrative needs, without turning my innocent stories into snuff.

Still, I will not quit writing, you won’t get rid of me this easy. I just needed to vent…

Until next time, take care,
A.

Parental misadventures 6th Feb. 2016

So, to let y’all know where the promised updates are staying (away atm), a little report from my life as a parent.

Two weeks ago last Saturday my son came down with a fever and sore throat. Wife went to the pediatrician, got it looked at and the diagnosis was clear: Streptococcal angina.
Bad.
So, take antibiotics for ten days (that was up to and incuding last Wednesday) and get the fever down if needed.
Okay.
(If some holistic dipshit even dares to inhale in disagreement I will ram your wheatmill down your windpipe!)

Wife got streptococcus.
I got streptococcus.
My son already had it.
Alright, so the three of us were eating antibiotics like other families eat tictacs until we either got done with the package, or reached the end of prescription time.
All was well, all were well.

You might think I’d end here, and you just misread the title. End on a high note, a positive development.

Hold on.

So Friday-Saturday night my son woke up somewhen in the dead of night, demanding either me or my wife take him to our bed. (Again, some asshat inhaling to utter shit about a family bed will get smothered with a breastfeeding pillow).
He had a fever, not too high, but high, as we measured later at about 7am.
Off to the emergency pediatric service of the closest hospital! We don’t want to frak around if it’s the streptococcus again/still, and wait for Monday, for normal pediatrician/doctor opening.

Great spring like weather, sunshine galore, and an excruciating waiting time of over 2 hours INDOORS aside, we get to the examination. She looks at his throat after listening to the ordeal of the last two weeks patiently. “Well, give him painkiller/fever dampener if the sore throat returns, he’s red back there, but no puss.”
“Can we test for streptococci?”
“Why? If its positive, you gotta administer antibiotics again?”
Bitch! That’s the idea, we wanna annihilate this bacteria! Not just smother the symptoms and hop on one leg through lala-land. “Uhm, well, we gotta know. We don’t want him to suffer, because that shit hurts.”
“Okay.” *sad* tests him and we return 15 min later for the results.
Turns out it IS streptococcus. New antibiotics (shut up hippy scum!), stronger yield now (the same dope shit daddy got. Muahahahaha) and the order to keep him home on Monday, because “he be contagious”. Bitch! You wanted us to keep the symptoms at bay and infest the entire Kindergarden before, now you act all high mighty?
“We’ll do. We’ll do.” And we hightailed it outta there.

It’s days like Saturday that illustrate WHY I’m behind on schedule. There is no time to do shit, unless I take one. Parents are always on the move, there isn’t a dull moment, ever.

Take care,
A.