People: Issue: Zeppelin

This chick... What more is there to say? She went everywhere, saw everything, and lived in the way the term "living on the edge" is supposed to mean. She even found time to help out the eye patch with her hotness, and she was a busy lady.

She was the best, but they also say a pictures worth a thousand, so I may as well just shut the fuck up. Oh well one more thing, that stairway to heaven?

The Protoculture Mixtape V.52 Issue: Games: Stairsets

Issue: Regression: Jolly Roger

Issue Summary:

Piracy is an act of robbery or criminal violence at sea. The people who engage in these acts are called pirates. The term has been extended to include acts committed on land, in the air, or in other bodies of water on a shore. Recently it has been extended to include crimes committed against persons traveling on the same vessel as the perpetrator.

A Privateer is a private person or ship authorized by a government to attack foreign ships during wartime, a cost effective method used to mobilize offensives without having to spend public money or commit federal officers. But it should be noted that privateering is not piracy, as privateering is legally authorized by national governments.

The Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA), also known as H.R. 3261, was a bill introduced in the United States House of Representatives on October 26, 2011. The bill was designed to help U.S. law enforcement and copyright holders fight online piracy of intellectual property.

Intellectual property (IP) is a term referring to creations of the mind for which a set of exclusive rights are recognized. IP protects intangible assets such as musical, literary and artistic works; discoveries, inventions, words, phrases, symbols, and designs.

Issue Updates: 

 The Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA), also known as H.R. 3261 was briefly shelved, branded the Cybersecurity Act of 2012, and once again sent into the wild. Authors of the writ took notice of Americas apathetic reaction to the Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement (ACTA), and came to the conclusion that people in the states were cooler with it than what they made because the name sounded more respectable, also noting that it was happening somewhere else as a possible contributing factor.

This hiatus also provided the proper grace period required for the internet to stop caring so hard about stuff, methods of time calculation for the grace period varies but always include a multiple of how much you pissed the internet off, divided by the lifespan of an average internet meme or campaign (e.x. Arrow to the knee/Zach Anner/Chocolate Rain). 

After this number is found the authors begin the waiting game by pulling the issue off the table while leaning back with their hands up saying "We got a badass over here!" After arriving at this length of time they reintroduce the bill and watch it quietly float through the aisles like a feather in the wind.

New jobs are up over on Creative Heads btw. 

The Protoculture Mixtape V.50 Issue: People: A Series Of Tubes

Issue: Games: Farming Bombs

A medium time ago I worked for the navy on an aircraft carrier. I was an aviation ordnance man, we dealt in bombs, guns, pyrotechnics, rockets, missiles, and torpedoes. But mostly we dealt in bombs.

We assembled bombs, moved bombs from place to place, or guarded bombs until ordered to put them on something leaving the boat. I spent my entire naval career hanging around explosives.

Nowadays I work in a chair doing video game stuff, there are good days and bad days like any other of the kabillion jobs I had leading up to this one, it is what it is. But I gotta admit, some days I can't fuckin' stand video games, straight up, I will see a game and throw up in my mouth a lot.

It wasn't always like that, but day after night after day of waking up to them have made them a part of everyday life I can't escape. There was this one title I tested that had an old 30 seconds to mars song blasting everywhere. All up in the menus, load screens, everywhere. I would find myself singing the song on break, as in unknown to me I would be sing-saying, I'm maaaaking my coffee/ I'm nooow in the hallway/I'm taaaaaking a piss now/ I'm wriiitttiiing buggggs noooow! 

People would tap me or throw a vending machine sammich at me to stop me. We all hated ourselves for being there, for how much longer we would have to be there, everything we were missing to be there. The last thing we wanted to hear was the soundtrack of our decline in RL. 

While crawling Reddit I pulled a thread that had the vox populi conducting lynch mob operations on some chair dweller that made the foolish mistake of appearing to not really be into games as they are that much.

At first I was heated because the words they set base camp around were just not true, and then I got bemused when I noticed what the op wasn't saying was a nasty dark truth only known to people that have been into games for so long they wound up on the inside looking out.

For me it's like the bomb farm back in the day. We sit down to these disparate parts of what will become a game at one time or another in the future, and we are forced to treat it like a game the whole time even though its not, it's not even close. Build after build show up, and when the stigmata stops and you start to look at the possibilities of what it might be, enter the foulest hope.

Then it's done, and you are like meh, because you saw the process of what it could have been and see what it is now and know how that sausage got made and you resent it. You send your baby out into downtown Gomorrah with little notes attached to its collar, I like to eat this, this is what can do with that, with predictable results. 

Then you watch as another parent sends theirs out with M16's strapped to rocket launchers with those truck flap brass balls attached to the end whereupon the masses rub it down with baby oil, lift it high on their shoulders, and parade it around as the second coming of everything. Then you kind of start to resent the people you make the things for.

Then you drink, or ride a bike, or sit down to a table top, or clean up the stitch-work on your outfit, or jam with your band for a while to chill out. Then the next day you wake up, throw on whatevers clean, and go to work on the new alpha. Ey, better than digging ditches.

The Protoculture Mixtape V.49 Issue: People: Post Up