Ultra fast haircut

Got an ultimate fast haircut today.  Like, really, ultra fast.

Roach and roach again

I spent my own weekend learning Windows 8 programming, and was pretty exhausted last night when I headed to kitchen at around 10:00 pm last night trying fix my dinner.

There I was a giant 1.5 inch long roach staying right on the top of our electric stove. I was in panic and tried to smash it with something.  But it already went toward my rice cooker and then disappeared.  I was like "nooooooooooooooooooooooo".

That incidence totally destroy my willingness to cook, and eventually I went out and brought a to-go burger combo, ate it up before I continued my coding.

This morning I saw a dead roach with the same size died somewhere near the shoe rack.  I didn't know for sure if that's the same one, but I know I will feel better if I make that assumption.

Saving hard disk

Before I tell you what just happened to me a while ago, let me remind you this: if you see an Asian man trying to strangle a prostitute dressed as Wonder Woman to death in front of medical Marijuana clinic, don't use a hand gun to blow up his testicle and then shoot at his face.  There could be a reasonable explanation for such a scene.

What I just said has nothing to do with the story I am going to tell.  I just love dramatic situation.

So I woke up at around 6 pm by the blinking light of my mobile phone, and then realized that my room was in total darkness.  I sensed that something was wrong, and then realized  that the townhouse I lived at was out of power.  So I started packing up my electronic gadgets and planned on getting back to office so that I could work and entertain myself.  Just when I done with all my preparation, power came back again.  I thought, oh well, that would be it.

Then I started doing all my post-power-outage-procedures (started desktop MacMini, closet home server, reboot router ...) and finally came to realize one big problem: the 1 terabyte harddisk that filled up with movies was not working.  Yes, dead harddisk, classic modern day nightmare.

After spending a while trying to bring to hard disk alive, I was about to give up.  Afterall, everything in that hard disk has back up either in another hard disk or in some DVD discs.  It's just that it will be a pain and cost me a lot of time to put everything back to how the hard disk was before it died. Suddenly, something I read from Internet about how freezing an harddisk can resurrect a dead harddisk for a while.  I thought, I have nothing to lose, so I went a head and gave it a try.

In the first trial, I only froze the hard disk for 10 minutes, and it didn't seem to do anything.  Then I went further, froze the hard disk for half an hour.  This time, the hard disk started spinning up the second time (yes, the first time still failed) I plugged the hard disk in an external hard disk dock.  I knew I had to take this opportunity to rescue as many files as possible, cause there's no guarantee that this hard disk would spin up again once it went down.  So I started copying everything from this 1 Terabyte hard disk to another new 2 Terabyte hard disk.  In fact, the process is still going on right now, with 9% copied after 1.5 hours.  It will take a while.

So that's it.  Now look around and see if there's any Asian man around you.

Evil security guard

Another odd dream I had last night.

Here's what I remembered about the dream: I was driving around in a parking how to figure out direction (I am pretty sure that I wasn't struggling to find an empty parking space).  My goal was trying to first find out where was the closet spot to the restaurant I was going to, and then tried to find a parking slot as close to that location as possible.  It was one of those building in Hong Kong which had multiple levels and each level was actually a saperate commercial venue.

At the back of my head, though, I was a bit wondered if this parking lot really serves the customer for the restaurant I was going to.

Then a security guard stopped me, and asked me go alone with him.  I was thinking like I might be getting into some sort of trouble.   That security guard asked me to fill up some forms, and eventually told me this "what if I told you that we were going to sue you?"

I was, of course, horrified when I heard that, and that was about the time I woke.

Once again, I don't understand why I had that kind of dream.  But at the back of my head, I felt like this is a sensation I am familiar with.  More and more we found ourselves living in gray area in this society because those who have power continue to push laws that favorite people who have power and money.  Eventually, done something "illegal" becomes a norm because the laws are so restrict that it's impossible to live a normal life without violating some of the laws.  Now those who have power can take the moral high ground and prosecute whoever they don't like in the name of "justice".

I wonder why I have all these concerns.

Auto Accident: the dream

I had a dream about being in an auto accident again last night.  This time I was the passenger sitting as a pessenger in a race-car-like car driven by unknown teenager girl.  That girl managed to drove the car off the freeway, and the car spin in 360 like a stunt, and eventually smashed on the ground.  I was ok but the girl was thrown out of the car, and yet she managed to stand up like nothing was happened, kept saying "oh no, oh shit ...".  And then a crowd started to form around our crashed car and .... I think that was about it. 

See, everyone is safe is my dream.  Just good clean car smashing fun.

Post office

I went to post office to send 3 pages of letter size document stapled together.  I asked the man at counter how much it would cost, and he said 45 cents.  Nothing particularly special, except that he chuckled a bit.  Maybe to him it's pretty obvious that an envelope holding 3 pages of letter size document requires the postage of sending a regular letter: 45 cents, and I shouldn't have to wait a short line to figure that old.  Oh well.  Now I know.

"Fans" should be a TV show, or at least a podcast

Everyone of us was once a fans for something.  The passion, obsession and dedication on something who once love usually turned into footprints that amazing ourselves years later.

Yet, being a fan-boy doesn't necessary ended as one aged.  There are grown up who still passion at what they loved when they were young.  Some even turned that passion into a career.  There are also those who awaken from fandom, late looking back and treated it as merely a "young and innocent experience".

When there's strong emotion, there's drama; when there's drama, there's audience; when there's audiences, there will be people to try to commoditize it.  And that's why I was a bit surprise that there's no TV show or podcast dedicated to human interest story related to fanboys.   Sure there are fanboy shows about geek culture like comics fanboy, consumer electronic fanboy.  But how about fan of non geeky subjects, such as fashion fanboy/girl, pop-artist fanboy/girl, vegas fanboy, fetish fanboy, reglion fanboy.  And also when there's fanboys, there's also ex-fanboys, and even anti-fanboys.

This subject can be approach in academic way, sensational way, yellow-journalistic way, or satire way.  But it's pretty obvious that the subject is worthy to be turned into some marketable content.

Birds sang

I heard birds singing this morning when I walked from my car to my office.  They were probably singing every single morning, but I didn't pay attention.  This morning, I did.

Wait, didn't I already brought it?

It's either because I worked too hard, or didn't have enough time to have fun, that very once in a while I would think of going to Fry's to buy the 3DS game Super Mario 3D Land just to cheer myself up, and then realized that I ALREADY BROUGHT THE GAME.  It's definitely the sign of getting old.

Scare the living hell out of me

I was working in the morning (reading candidate resume) when suddenly I felt like something tickling my leg. So I looked down and I saw a big roach running from my desk to somewhere under my bed. I was shocked and jumped away from my desk. Feeling totally helpless, I knocked my roommate's room and disrupted from his quite time (sorry). I suggested getting some roach killing spray and spraying around. So I did so, and he helped doing the spraying. And after a short while that big roach ran out. I screamed and ran downstair while he bravely killed the roach and flushed it away. Huge thanks to my roommate!!!

Logitech Keyboard case for iPad 2 (also works with New iPad)

As someone who types a lot, it's a painful experience for me to type on the iPad screen keyboard for hours. I have at 2 bluetooth keyboards and I can carry them carry with me, but then I have to carry this extra load, and that irritates me. Finally I couldn't stand it and decided to get a keyboard for my iPad 2 (and my New iPad), and decided to give Logitech Keyboard Case for iPad 2 a try.

The keyboard arrived this morning and I instantly tried it by writing this blog. The keyboard doesn't an OK job, but not as great as I expected. The keys are definitely smaller than a regular keyboard, and the keystroke feel seems slightly flimsier than the feeling on typing on my Dell office laptop (M6500). Nevertheless, it's an improvement comparing with typing on the softkeyboard.

There's another interesting thing about this keyboard: you can charge your iPad while you use the keyboard. It's actually not a particularly feature build into the keyboard. It's simply the fact that the keyboard is connected to the iPad using bluetooth, and thus you can freely place your iPad at the tray in whatever way you want. Such flexibility is actually why I love this keyboard. This is, in fact, the first iPad stand I have that is portrait mode friendly.

The keyboard takes no time to charge. Less than one hour of charging time, and I got my keyboard fully charged. The keyboard charging cable is the same kind of cable that my Android phone use to charge and sync data. That means if I lost the cable, I can get a new one dirt cheap.

So over all I like the keyboard. For US$47 I paid for it, I think it's a price good purchase.

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美式港獨

早上六時左右醒來，清晰地聽到房中的鐘聲，然後隨著天亮，

遠處的車聲亦開始明顯。只是，相比港式的早晨聲音，我這裡聽到的美國南部早 晨環境，仍然可以算做非常寧靜。

能夠享受「非常寧靜」，當然亦拜自己的獨身所賜，否則，未到七時，屋裡已經充斥了太太和孩子們的叫嚷，上演送孩子上校車之前兩個年齡 族群的攻防戰，寧靜便有如在中東戰火中談和平般遙遠。

英語有句話說「當心你所求的（有天真的實現了）」（be careful what you wish for), 這句話的確狠狠地描寫出今天我的處境。年幼的時候，時常夢想長大後能夠擁有所有喜歡的電玩和科技玩意，有一份跟自己電腦興趣相關的工 作，工作時間自由，完全不用擔心經濟情況，喜歡彈琴便彈琴，喜歡畫畫便畫畫，完全有自由做喜歡做的東西。現在想起來，從前夢想得到 的，今天竟然全都得到。

只是，年幼的時候，完全沒有想過要有個伴侶，而現在 ，也同樣沒有。

人家標籤我的情況做「獨(毒）男」，也管不了背後的動機是恥笑、羡慕 、還是為了方便處理。雖然自己已成了社會中一個受標籤的族群，反 正自得其樂，也就繼續不以為然。

更何況，今天的光景，絕對是自甘墜落。在香港有地產霸權，有一生做房屋奴隸的宿命，有炒賣有價創作無巿的現實，有港女看不起毒男，毒 男不恥港女的兩性對立。這一切，在美國南部都不存在。明白了之後，本來還有幾分體諒的朋友，忽然倒戈相向，「超，原來系道曬命，你去 死啦」。所以身邊朋友的數量，跟香港裡打著民主招牌而又真的有民主行動的人仕，數目大致相近。

既來之，則安之。起碼，早上六時醒了，換來一篇散文，總比發多一個綺夢來得務實。

 

 

Yeah, I need a hair cut

I don't know how other people decide when to have hair cut.  To me, it's always when my hair starts to irritate my ears.  By that time, I usually already start looking like a hobo.  In other words, I don't pay attention to my look until it reaches the "horrible" level.

So, today, I had a hair cut.

繼續創作

喜歡創作的人，總愛將自身的感受和處景，無限量放大，藉以顯示自己與別不同，寫的晝的說的甚有價值，。如果是成了名的便希望每個作品都是城中話題，就算還未成名，也希望得到起碼幾百個like，讓自己的「網上打飛機」來得有價值。

只是，活得久了，便發覺原來自以為獨特的見解和處境，跟數億地球村𥚃的住客相比，要找到相似的個案，比比皆是。如果創作就是為了顯示「眾人皆醉我獨醒」，那麼在得知自己只是眾多個案中的其中一個後，便應該收爐。偏偏每日在世間發表的文章圖畫歌曲創作仍然如繁星般多，証明創作人的自我陶醉能力是如何的強。

當然，也不是所有愛創作的人，都以「睇下我幾醒」作為創作的動力。特是網上創作得久了，體驗了找不到名得不到利的客觀現實後，還是繼續的寫繼續的畫，為的，也不過是想與人海中有同一感受同一反應的另外一個我相認，情形便有如一個人在荒島上，總會去到一個時候，會拾個樽，寫幾個字，然後拋進海裡，為的不是讓人知道自己的荒島生活多與眾不同，而是企圖深足一種簡單的人類本性，希望人家知道，我是一個人，我存在。

所以，無論得時不得時，創作，還是要繼續。

為「賺到盡」而流涙: 「借物少女艾莉緹」

通常在看電影的時候，我會盡量令自己抽離，好讓自己能夠用分析的角度去品評電影的好與壞，希望學到的功課，能夠用在自己的創作中。由於自己刻意抽離，所以經常看到導演和編劇如何用人物的設定，有選擇性的敘事，和各種技巧，企圖製造感人效果。尤其是看到一些人物性格平面，卻硬要安排一些交通意外，癌症，誤會的情節等等，希望造成催淚的效果，心中都會暗駡編劇不知所謂，希望畫面上的角色「快點全部死去罷」。

所以，每次有電影令我流淚，我都會好好反省，自己為何會中招。

而面對自己看過吉卜力工作室的「借物少女艾莉緹」後，竟然眼角流滿了淚水，這樣非比尋常的現象，必須要徹底找出原因。始終，被一套劇情如此老生常談的電影KO了，心中始終有一種不憤氣的感覺。

事實上就劇情而言，「借物少女艾莉緹」的情節實在太意料之內。而且作為二十一世紀的香港人，看到男主角在暪著家傭的情形下，要保護女主角和救她的家人，心中不禁會問，「有無攪錯，作為事頭婆的重要客人，只要一聲令下，擺出姿態，說細小人們是自己的好友，傷害他們的話同妳死過，事情便立即擺平。收場。」我甚至想到，想要令劇情合理，應該設定主角是傭人的兒子，想趕走甚至消滅細小人們的是事頭婆，這樣拯救行動便可以來得合理。

因於覺得劇情不合理，越看便發覺自己越抽離，更不明白家傭為何要趕走細小人們。

直到家傭和事頭婆的對話，忽然明白了家傭的立場。原來在家傭的家中，這些細小人們，只是一班寄居的小偷。

當然，編劇用了大量的筆墨，去描寫這個細小人的家庭，如何有創意，如何親近自然，如何用自己的勞力去造日用品。他們所「偷」的，不過是微不足的丁點，嚴格來說，他們根本就是過著跟露宿者一樣的生活，專拾人類掉下無用的東西，這一點從細小人家裡的牆上貼滿用過的郵票中，清楚表現出來。劇情亦刻意安排艾莉緹跟父親到過華麗的玩具屋中裡的客廳和廚房，卻又刻描寫艾莉緹一家的家居自然簡樸，暗示艾莉緹一家從不貪婪，從未偷過一件奢華用品，就是糖也只會在用光用盡時，才會幾經艱難地拿一粒方糖。

然而，在家傭的角度來看，這些寄居的生物，與老鼠害蟲一樣，都需要驅趕，都需要淸除，因為他們「是小偷」。

忽然間，幻想故事與現實生活在電光火石間，瞬速連成一線。想到在現實中，在某個社會裡，人們如何視寄居的新移民做偷社會資源的「小偷」，如何驅趕在街頭寄住的人，用「大巿場小政府」去逃避一切安置的責任。艾莉緹一家的奢侈品不過是人類世界的一粒方糖。但我們都受過太多教育，已經太習慣每天活著便要「賺到盡」，肥水不流別人田，完全佔有最多著數，要「盡享」，要「賺盡」。在這種思維下，在我們家中，拿走一粒方糖的，理所當然，就是「小偷」。

就是這種，我猛然醒覺，那個「家傭」，跟本就是自己和大部份人一樣的寫照，就像一個人用盡一生要找殺父仇人，到最後發現當初害死父親的原來是自己。淚就這樣在眼角不自覺地流下了。

我依然覺得「借物少女艾莉緹」在人物設定和劇情上有很多改善空間（例如那個所謂男主角缺乏性格，物件的比例有不貫徹的情況），但作為中產至愛的吉卜力工作室（宮崎駿系列）,他們的作品「借物少女艾莉緹」竟然變成了今日香港的現代寓言。既然大家開口閉口亦說「我都好欣賞宮崎駿D野架」，不如由改變自己「賺到盡」的心態開始。不要忘記，作為中產，你的鈔票就是你最強力的選票。支持小商戶，支持改善露宿者生活的活動，支持為弱勢社羣發聲的組織，每天都可以是投票日。

除了流淚，原來還有很多東西可以做的。

Teacher's pet

Last night I dreamed about being a music teacher's pet in school.  I was so happy of being pointed out by my teacher about how smart I am.

Why did I have a dream like that?

Background music

Finally got some time to actually enjoy music.

Because of a busy work life and my obsession to multitask to the extreme, I rarely have time to actually enjoy music, and instead treat it as pretty much my background sound in my life.  For those who appreciate music, you know that there's something special about soaking into the beauty of melody, composition, performance skill and creativity in music.  I used to do that when I was young.  But now setting aside time to appreciate music becomes such a luxury activity, yet worthy the time indeed.

I guess I can say the same to movies and books too.
 

Gintama, what the hell ...

Gintama is a Japanese manga that isn't particularly well drawn (at least that's the case for book 1 and 2, the ones I am reading these days).  In fact, there's tons of problem with framing and perspective.  The story lines also seemed pretty predictable and nonsense.  But somehow the writing managed to charm the audience with all these flaws, and continue to be popular in Japan (and around the world).

As a action comedy, I know that I can't expect much sense from the story.  Main characters always win, no matter how stupid and nonsense they managed to get themselves into crazy situations.  There's not much consequence what so ever.  Yet readers don't seemed to care.  Maybe that's the mindset of teenagers, and maybe that's why the manga is so popular.

I feel pretty detached when reading Gintama, because that kind of fantasy world seemed getting further and further away from me.  But that's also the charm.  Gintama is not gonna be my favorite, but it's like a bag of chips once in while that satisfy my crave of stupidity and nonsense.

Mountain Lion ... errr, ok ...

I just installed OSX Mountain Lion Preview and really didn't see anything special.  The things that annoyed me still annoys me.  I still found that best way of operating the environment is by using both a mouse and a Apple trackpad.  The problem that I had with OSX access my Windows 7 server still exist.  And so I probably still won't use OSX as my primary desktop environment.  Still, I think enjoy having an option to switch between OSX and Windows 7 as I pleased.  Having the freedom to switch is still important to me since I change my mind so crazy frequently.

This time it's from a library This time it's from a library

I woke up at 4:30 am this morning and still vaguely remember my dream.  I was in a library and I returned something.  A librarian told me that I still had a book/video I hadn't returned.  I puzzled, and the madam showed me a book which seems to be ballet related.  I was like "oh yeah I kind of remembered that I borrowed it before but I thought I already returned it".  And the conversation went muddy after that.  Yet I still don't like the feeling of me owing others something.

And then I woke up.

PS Vita. Lame.

I found myself in extremely bad mood these days due to the super long working hour.  In order to ease my pain, I went to Frys electronic to try out some video games.

I first tried Mario Kart for 3DS, and it was fun as usual.  But then I didn't see why I should buy the 3DS version since I already have the Wii version and the DS version.  The 3DS version is not differnent enough to justify another purchase.  For Mario 3DS at least I got some new levels to play. 

Then I tried PS Vita.  The screen should was big and pretty, but the system screen looked pretty awful.  The touch screen seems to work fine, but there's nothing new.  There's also no demo at the store that shows off the backside touch screen.  With just Capcom fighting game and Wipeout demo, there's not much incentive to justify buying the device.  At the end, it's all about games, and right now my 3DS and PSP already give me enough fun, thank you very much,

A Black shoe self-destructed

I treat my car as a device to get me from Point A to Point B, so even though this morning I found some white oil sprayed at one side of my car (probably by some construction car parked next to me at the workplace), I didn't really give a damn.  

Similarly, I treat my footwear as merely something that keep nails and sharp objects cutting through my feet.  So when I found out that a black shoe that I have has a hole at the bottom of it, I just sharked my head, and threw the pair into trash can.

My only problem is that I really don't have time to go to stores to buy another pair of black shoes.  Maybe next time when I buy shoes, I should buy multiple pairs of the same model, just like how I buy underwear.

Dreaming

Once again, I had a dream last night about not finishing a test on time, and also not finishing some homework on time.  The dream was so realistic that it felt more like a memory than a dream.  The test subject seemed to be some sort of religion, and the format was a 100 multiple choice questions.  At the end of the test, I started randomly guessing answers as I did not write down any answer for any question so far.  By the time I finished it, it was too late.  No one was around, and I couln't turn in the test.  I kept telling myself that it's ok, and that I didn't mine failing the test, but deep inside I was very troubled by that.  And then I woke up, back to reality, and time to go to work.

Bag

I woke up early today, which happens frequently these days.  In order to fully utilize my time, I started watching some training video on advanced software development topic.  At first I was interested into the topic, but later bored by the description of the detail, and eventually I was so bored that I fell into sleep.

And then I had this dream.

In the beginning of the dream, I was playing drum set in a band practice in some school hall.  Things were going OK until the drum set started falling apart.  I was attempted to twist my posting in order To accommodate the now deformed drum set.  But the boom arms , position of the hi hat, bass drums and floor tom continue to move to a point that I simply couldn't continue anymore.  So I stopped, and started trying to rearrange the drum set.  That's when I realized that there were some booths started setting up in the hall.  I checked around and found that they were all photography equipment related.  Somehow at the back of my head I was thinking, "ah, no wonder they said students should leave the hall.  They are trying to do some business here."

At that moment, the setting up of these booths were getting so rapid that within seconds, I already surrounded by photograph equipment booths.  That's when I started thinking about my drum set and back pack.  it seems too late, because I saw a bunch of seemingly college student already started hunting down their own bags among a pile of bags stacked up by those who set up booths and didn't care enough to find out who the bag owners were wen they found these bags in the hall.

Anyway, I couldn't found my bag, and that was when someone telling me that I should talk to the police about my missing bag.  I was so worry that eventually I woke up, and found out that this is just a dream.

Come to think of it, there was another dream that I had last night, but that was even stranger.  In that dream I was making a long distance phone call to my mom, discussing something about her new baby.  And even in my dream I was going meta, asking why the hell would my mom having a new baby.

Somehow, I am glad that my dreams stat to at least have some story lines.  During weekdays my work life is getting so intense and busy that even when I go to sleep, I literally dreaming about re-factoring some computer source code.  To me, it's pathetic to work even when I am dreaming, because I don't know how I can request for charging overtime on those hours.

Realistic dreams

Somehow I had a lot of dreams at night these days, and they were all pretty realistic.  The one that I had last night was about going back to hong kong and trying to find jobs.  Then one I had a night before was about chatting with my mom, dad, brothers and my sister.  There were even more than one occasion that I was dreaming about refactoring code, like literally about how to consolidate some c# source code into a more readable form.

I wonder why that was happening.  Am I not living my life enough in day time?

Awkward: The Life and Times of Tim

Besides Breaking Bad, I recently discovered a show that I really enjoy: The Life and Times of Tim.  It came with all the criteria that satisfy my casual entertainment need: funny script, awkward situation, passive mellow main character, almost intentionally ugly drawing, not much continuity, and frequent curse words.  It's now on HBO in season 3, and I hope it will continue since I need some harmless stupidity to wind me down after a crazy tense work day.

A stupid way of missing my ballet class

I was supposed to take ballet class every Tuesday.  I said supposed because starting from months ago, it's getting harder and harder to keep that schedule. Mostly it is because of my work.  Usually no one forces me, but if I find myself in too deep on trying to get some coding done, I will eventually keep pressing on work and skip the class.  Today I missed my ballet, but strangely, it's not because of work.

I left office sharp at 6:00 pm.  It always takes about 45 minutes to get to the ballet studio at downtown, and the traffic can be terrible at times.  My experience was that if I leave at 6 pm, I will always be able to make it to the 7 pm class.  So I hit the road, and continue playing the audiobook "1Q84" that I was listening since last trip to Dallas.  Everything went as planned.  The traffic wasn't good, but it was in my plan anyway.

Then I reached Houston downtown.  Things still went ok until ONE right turn.  The next thing I knew, I was in an area that I was not familiar with.  The traffic was pretty bad so there was not much room to navigate around.  Eventually all these one ways lead me back to the highway, and next thing I know, I was leaving downtown.  I was like "son of the bitch"!

It took me 10 minutes to get to an exit, and I U-turned back.  Yet, I had hard time finding an exit that got me back to downtown.  The traffic was slow like almost stop-and-go, and it was 6:50 pm already.  Even if I could find an exit, I will not be in the class room until 7:20 pm, and they wouldn't allow people to get into the classroom after 7:15 pm.  "Screw it" I told myself, and thus I drove back home.  1 hour 15 minutes wasted, and I was like only a few block away from the studio when I made the wrong turn.

Even now, I still don't quite understand how I managed to make that wrong turn.  It was as if some force we trying to keep me from taking the ballet class today for some unknown reason.  I didn't know why but my heart was kind of pounding and felt disturbed when I was heading to the class (but then it could be caused by the audiobook that I was listening.)

Oh well, damn it, need to wait for next week then.  Maybe I should play Dance Central 2 tonight instead.

Good old days isn't really that good

After finding out the ways to play Dreamcast and Playstation (One) games on my MacMini computer, I suddenly went all crazy playing Dreamcast and Playstation games this weekend.  For one, I spent/wasted a lot of time in my college and .com employment days, downloading Playstation and Dreamcast games from Internet.  Now all these discs (almost a thousand in totally) are still in my closet, and many of them didn't get played even once.  Sure I have both the physical console, but the idea of hooking up 2 old console to my TV, and then everytime I need to switch game, I have to physically swap disc ... those idea turned me down.  Emulator allows me to store all the games on my central server, support Saving State so that I can keep playing that certain hard to finish level until I pass it, makes emulator such an awesome solution for me.

But then, after playing handful of these games, I started to realize that the love of oldie video games may be a bit overrated.  Sure some of the great old games like Super Mario Bros 3 or Street Fighter II  are still awesome, but there are a lot of crap lousy shitty video games flooded the console market.  And I was dumb enough to even downloaded a lot of these days.

I was, though, telling myself that playing these old shitty games is like watch shitty movies.  We do that not because we like the  content, but because we love the MOCK and LAUGH at those contents.

Hair Cut Day

Always love the feeling of having a hair cut, the feeling of turning from a hobo to a regular person.