Tried out WordBrain, a game I picked up from the Play Store. It starts off pretty easy, but becomes more difficult as it goes along.
I could see using this app to train a child to form words and realize that problems are solvable with a little thought.
I can see the plausibility of "Jupiter Ascending." I realize a lot of other people saw it as ridiculous sci-fi fluff, but I enjoyed it.
In all the reviews I read, people are like "Reincarnated alien space princess, totally possible. Same with anti-grav boots, spaceships, and universe-spanning corporate empires that use humans for medical ingredients. But Jupiter cleaning a bathroom at the end of the movie? Pfth. Pure fantasy. This movie is girl-empowering garbage not even worthy of further consideration."
Not to spoil the movie or anything, but yes, at the end, Jupiter Jones cleans a toilet. Her family owns a cleaning service that is probably raking in tons of business now that they have a space princess to fund their Lysol supply. And I could totally see her being cool enough and humble enough to stay with her family and bring them with her into a future full of fun and fortune.
Because I’m sorry, but being able to leave your maid job and jump off a building and blade away would be awesome. Especially if you have Caine Wise keeping you company and being your personal bodyguard.
And seriously, you’ve gotta respect anyone that looks that good wielding a toilet brush.
Beware, as there’s some swearing, but here’s MovieBob’s take on the movie Pixels:
Like for reals, yo. This was my response:
To be honest, I have had zero interest in any of Adam Sandler’s movies for the last few years. He’s gotten too old to play the goofy manchild, and he even seems to be tired of the roles that he’s playing.
Which, logically speaking, would make this the perfect time in his life to reevaluate the scripts that he works on and begin producing a better product. Instead, he keeps grinding out the same overdone garbage, and even as he hates his own movies, he expects that people are going to love them.
It feels like a big F-you to his audience. There is a burningly obvious lack of respect toward the people that keep giving him their money. Seriously, yo, I’d rather spend my money on subpar weed than on another movie that’s going to leave me pissed off and frustrated as I try to slam the pneumatic door of the movie theater.
TL;DR, if I ever watch Pixels it will be on Netflix or something. I’d rather have my nostalgia ruined at home.
I’ve started Turking it.
What’s that? you ask. Well, it’s a microjob program run by Amazon called the Mechanical Turk. It’s basically our incentive to see ourselves as single processes in an otherwise cosmic-level machine. It’s humbling, yet soothing at the same time.
We are a solid state entity. We breathe together and move together as one single will.
Yet when you draw close, there are a million tiny universes being born and dying in the blink of an eye. And in that brief flash of light, there’s a whole life spooling out untethered, a lashing photocosm of ecstatic living done by a being that doesn’t realize quite how small it is. It lives, breathes, and dies; and somewhere in there, amongst all of the pain and joy and mindless wondering, a job is performed and a change ripples outward, adding to the outcome, the Plan. Everything we do is somewhat preordained, it’s only the getting there that’s considered free will.
I like to tell myself that what I do has some meaning.
I hate to think that I waste my time performing largely mindless tasks for $0.50 a pop.
To be honest, I’m not that enthused about being in the freelance job market. I don’t mind working and I don’t mind being paid money, but there’s some part of me that will always like having some idea of what to do. Work isn’t something I want to think about. It’s a task I want to perform as quick and clean as possible, with no one yelling at me and none of the sense of guilt that screwing up on the job brings.
I hate to disappoint anyone.
There’s something nice about Turking. It’s soothing and monotonous. It quiets something inside me that I’ve never been able to … Read the rest “Is it weird to treat mTurk like it’s a reverse-freemium game?”
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