Tuesday, December 11, 2012

A Window Into The Future

Hello there, children!

Last week I upgraded my cell phone. Here's a brief history of my cell phone ownership since... ever. Around 2001 or so, I had one of those enormous Nokia coffin phones. You know, the ones that if you accidentally dropped it, it would create a crack in the earth and countless hordes of demons and monsters would come out of to wreak destruction and bring a thousand years of darkness?

Then around 1996 I got a Treo. Admittedly, this was mostly the fault of Charles Stross but it was still an amazing phone. Think today's smartphones before smartphones, so it was like an awesome James Bond mobile app computer. All I needed was a good app with a Mandelbrot screensaver to scramble the brains of those who looked at it unwittingly and I would have been set. Alas, I never found one.

I bet he had it all planned out from the beginning.

Moving forward, enter marriage and a state of being somewhat "settled down," and I ended up with a Motorola Razor phone. Once I figured out I couldn't shave with it, I replaced it with a Samsung Flight. Touch screen, QWERTY keyboard like my Treo had, but alas not a smart phone proper. Crap may rhyme with app, but it AT&T got that one wrong. The Flight was actually a good phone for a few years, provided one just wanted a phone and nothing more complicated than text messaging. Which I did. Sure, it had internet capability, email, and even some sort of streaming video feature. But when you're poor like I was, they may as well have never existed.

Enter the post-divorce period. I got a tracfone. It was horrible. I am seeking therapy. So I upgraded the tracfone to Walmart's solution for poor people: Straight Talk. It's tracfone, using one of your old discarded cell phones you threw in a box years ago and forgot until now. Forty-five bucks, unlimited calling, unlimited text, unlimited data. Sounds like a bargain, right? Wrong. They neglect to tell you data doesn't usually work with most phones. They send you a sim card and some vague instructions and leave you to your own devices. Get it? YOUR OWN DEVICES! Ok, sorry.

Back to what I was getting at in the first sentence, I got a new phone last week. I've officially caught up with the rest of the world at entered this strange new society that uses and understands technology superior to that which I am used to. So did I get an iPhone, you're wondering? Hell no. I'll never succomb to the glamour of the Cult of Jobs. I once came close to getting an iPod, but never did. Thank my lucky stars.

I got a Windows 8x phone. And man, this thing is smart in every sense of the word. It works awesome, it looks awesome, and it is awesome.

Please keep drooling to a minimum.

So with the new phone came new apps, and new looks into services. Any of you who have read more than this solitary post, or who have known me for more than 3.7 seconds probably know I have an Xbox 360. So this phone ties in with that, uses Smart Glass, etc. And I recently got a subscription to the Xbox Music Pass. Cuz, you know, I like music. Not only can I stream whatever I want on my phone, computer, Xbox, etc., but I can also watch music videos and such. Pretty awesome, I think. It used to be 14.99, but somewhere along the line they dropped the price to 9.99, guaranteeing my interest.

So the next item of business was to think about my computer. I just got a new computer in September, running Windows 7. Windows 8 dropped in October, and it's all Metro and app-laden. I wasn't keen on the thought of spending upwards of 60 bucks to upgrade, so I didn't think much about it. Until now.

So I purchased it and I'm going to upgrade before bed tonight. Next step, get a new car. Preferably a flying car. And then, the only thing left to consider is putting my brain in a robot body.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Chapter Seventeen



Trees. They are everywhere. In the 1989 James Cameron film Aliens, the alien monsters were everywhere. This can't be a coincidence. And, like in that film, representative of a horror plaguing mankind in its near future, trees are bent on our destruction – sitting there, watching us with their rough, bark-covered eyes, plotting, planning, waiting for the time when it is poignant to make their move. And what is this move? What will be the method of our destruction? Most would presume to say it would be hurricane-force winds, the trees “conveniently” leaning over and “accidentally” falling over onto our homes, or worse. Just imagine walking down the street and POW! Flying tree smacks you in the head, knocking you to the ground, spilling your juice or whatever tasty beverage you may have chosen to enjoy at that particular moment in history. This terror is a reality that will not go away just because the reader of this chapter finds it difficult to believe I could conceive such a notion as malevolent trees. It is coming. And I am going to make you understand why, until your cognitive abilities hurt.

The first tree was potentially discovered over 200 million years ago on the supercontinent Gondwana (formerly Gondwanaland). Although this was in the vicinity of what is now Antarctica, the temperatures at this time were perfect for the propagation of the arboreal armadas. During this period of time, the world saw the rise of the civilization of the cone-shaped beings known in the researches of Nathaniel Wingate Peaslee as the Great Race of Yith. I'm sure these two mighty forces must have met on multiple occasions in dramatic battles of the sort one sees in only the Oscar-winning movies, or the ravings of madmen. We will hope for the sake of my own credibility that this book is picked up for at least a made-for-tv movie.

Chapter Fourteen





“Vampires like it windy.” 
- Dr. John Dorian 

Chapter One



The night sky is an interesting thing. Nothing more than a thin layer of gas against an expanse of interminable darkness, it invokes a sense of awe in even the most poetically deficient souls. The Earth rotates at a speed of over one thousand miles per hour, and revolves around the sun at a speed of about 67,000 miles an hour. We cling to our hunk of rock, mercifully oblivious to the cosmos as a whole - even Carl Sagan might have been hard-pressed to think of a suitably non-horrifying way to objectively describe humanity's place in the universe. The universe is a vast expanse of space, but it is far from empty. Of course, we know of the planets, stars, suns and moons, galaxies, pulsars, quasars, black holes, nebulae, and everything else we were spoon-fed since we were kids. We sat and nodded and absorbed the information, never thinking twice about it, never questioning anything - we just wanted playtime and dibs on the Flintstone Phone. But, short of the knowledge of astrophysicists, and well beyond it as well, what if there is more?

What if. "What if" is the way you start a conversation involving a few of your drunk buddies, or a question you ask yourself as you sit in an empty apartment wishing your life had gone differently, inevitably drawing a lovely bath with soapy pink bubbles, candles, soft music and a razorblade. There's no "What if's" if you are reading this book. You have gazed into the abyss, told Nietzsche to get bent, and fought 100,000 years of human instinct to keep your mind from trying to run in two directions at once, and succeeded! Good for you! 

The fact of the matter is that there is more, much more, to the universe than we as a collective society have ever even pondered, let alone discovered. There have been plenty of clues floating about right under our noses, clues in the form of legends, superstitions, arcane texts, esotericism, and, sadly, the insane ramblings of madmen. The mind is an imperfect container. It can hold sanity or Ultimate Truth, but to add more of one, some of the other must spill out. But, since the American Psychiatric Association doesn't recognize insanity, we'll just throw the wingnuts in a little room and get on with things.

Next time you go out at night, take a glimpse up at the sky. Hopefully, it will be overcast, and one can have a false sense of security under their blanket of water vapor. But on a clear night, when there is no outside light to pollute the view of the infinite, and the stars shine and the black spaces between them seem just a bit darker than they should, tell me you don't get a small feeling of agoraphobia. Or, in the case of a Lovecraftian protagonist, faint, run away, or simply fall over dead.

In a way, we are the France of the Multiverse. When a danger looms near, and we think of our families and of our futures and of our grapes and of our long bread and berets and Daft Punk, we would sooner surrender than to face the demons that wait outside the spheres of our understanding. Who can blame us? We're only human.

Table of Contents

Did you know that Big Chief's Pocket Guide to Life was originally intended to be a book? A book written to inform and prepare the willing reader for a reality that exists in the darker parts of daily life. Some see it. Some don't see it. Some choose not to see it. But reality was never really big on being subjective.

Griffin's Pocket Guide to the Cthulhu Mythos was the idea that spawned this blog, and the greatness contained herein. I never got far with the book itself, but I thought it might be fun to share the table of contents with you. I will post a few snippets of the chapters I actually started working on too, in separate blog entries (be sure to check them out too!) And, dear reader, be sure to comment and let me know what you think!

Griffin’s Pocket Guide 

to the 

Cthulhu Mythos 

Table of Contents 

Chapter I – The True Nature of the Universe and the Inherent Disappointment Therein

Chapter II – A Brief History of Why We Are All Boned

Chapter III – God, Gods, Religion, And A Whole Lot of Oversight

Chapter IV – Arkham. The Great Freaky Shit Magnet

Chapter V – Innsmouth, Deep Ones and You

Chapter VI – Dunwich, Antarctica and Pretty Much Everywhere Else

Chapter VII – So You’re Surrounded By Mi-Go

Chapter VIII – Yithians? Hounds of Tindalos? Hitler’s Brain? Goddammit I Hate Time Travel

Chapter IX – Magic, Magick, Majik, Whatever

Chapter X – To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

Chapter XI – Bankruptcy. Ha! Get It?

Chapter XII – Graach! Zombies!

Chapter XIV – Vampires, Lycanthropy, and The Boogeyman

Chapter XV - Luck is a Bitch Goddess

Chapter XVI – The Government. Please. Don’t Make Me Laugh.

Chapter XVII – The Arboreal Conspiracy

Chapter XVIII – The Stars. They Suck. Fuck Them Being Right.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Schwarzenegger Returning for ‘Legend of Conan’

About a year from now, we’ll have a pretty good idea of whether or not the long-heralded return of Arnold Schwarzenegger to the silver screen was actually a good idea. But for now, fans are riding high on a wave of nostalgia at the thought of one of yesteryear’s greatest action stars making a comeback.

I was on board until Malmberg said this:

“The original ended with Arnold on the throne as a seasoned warrior, and this is the take of the film we will make… It’s that Nordic Viking mythic guy who has played the role of king, warrior, soldier and mercenary, and who has bedded more women than anyone, nearing the last cycle of his life. He knows he’ll be going to Valhalla, and wants to go out with a good battle.”

That paragraph alone destroys the character from Robert E. Howard, and bastardizes it for Hollywood by dumbing it down and making it more digestible for the masses. Conan was nothing even remotely like a "Nordic Viking" guy. He was a Cimmerian, which was loosely based on the barbarian tribes of early Europe. He became king of Aquilonia, another fictional 'kingdom' created by Howard, which could best be placed in France and southern Britain.

No matter how well Ahnuld acts, the entire thing is hinged on the story and the director. And now that we know the producer is a certifiable shill, and that the story of Conan is being written by the same jackass who wrote a movie about street racing and tough guys pulling off a heist. If 47 Ronin turns out not to be half bad, it may have a snowcone's chance in hell. But this entire situation does not bode well for Conan.

I shouldn't be surprised any more when Hollywood does this. People in the entertainment industry aren't out of touch with what people want, but they're out of touch with what they're doing. Never have I seen a person at their stupidest than when money is involved. So instead of the REH Conan pretty decently depicted in the two original films, expect to see Last Action Hero Ahnuld with a sword. Or worse. God help us if the end credits roll to Gangnam Style.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Super Hero Music Video

On July 1, 2012 PSTalent announced a video contest sponsored by PSTalent, LOOT, Sony Creative Software, and music artist Tim McMorris. This Machinima video used only the song “Super Hero” by Tim McMorris, and was filmed entirely using the LOOT active camera and the LOOT studio stage set camera, and edited using Sony Vegas. This is the video I directed, edited, and submitted.

Praise for SCarverOrne’s Super Hero Music Video:

“This was a great video submission. I love it!”
- Cynella Cyn, PS Home Gazette

“Amazed… quality of this, awesome. My new crimefighting theme song”
- Kareem Harper, Weber Shandwick

More forthcoming!

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Big Chief's Survival Guide

We’ve all been there. You have just gone to a certain place, at a certain time on a certain date, done a special thing and the thing you suspected would happen has just fucking happened, not to mention the fact that you’ve just seen whatever the fuck it is that lives in your mirror, been told in detail how you’re going to die, and the highly demonic and invincible thing you summoned is heading towards you.
Also, your family are all dead, your friends are all missing and you’re being framed by someone with access to your bedroom. What the fuck do you do now, sweet protagonist

Well, you’ve come to the right place to find out: These are the simple rules one must follow in order to firstly, not become the victim of the paranormal and furthermore, to come out kicking if the worst does happen. With the help of this guide you too can be the catatonic, traumatized wreck as opposed to the guy currently being worn as a coat by some dude who roams a lot. Just keep these simple rules in mind…

1. Mirrors and darkness don’t mix.
2. Actually mirrors are a general “NO”, in Big Chief world, there is nothing more sinister.
3. There is zero chance of survival if you look at the thing that no one else can see or answer its question incorrectly.
4. If you are alone at night in a creepy mental institution, take some time to consider what the fuck are you doing there, then, if it is appropriate to do so, leave.
5. Avoid going to places where everyone else who went there never came back or died inexplicably.
6. If someone stops your vehicle at night and asks to come with you, it would probably be in your best interest to politely decline.
7. Killing is the last method of survival, use it sparingly but without fear.
8. WHO WAS PHONE is always a good thing to ponder. Also who the hell answers a phone while kissing a dead persons sexy daughter. A douche is who.
9. Get a simple .38 revolver. Load it with 2 silver bullets. If you really feel there is no chance to come alive out of a situation, take one shot at whatever’s threatening you. If this doesn’t work, you still have the last shot to shoot yourself with.
10. Government and military installations are simply too well guarded to let you get in. Or to let anything out.
11. When going to a hotel, try to steer clear of unauthorized areas. If you couldn’t resist but you saw a red thing, take some time to consider the price range and hotel standard on your next visit. Have you ever stayed at a haunted Hilton?
12. When booking your hotel stay, Trip Advisor can be an invaluable tool in deeming whether your choice is the scene of a multiple murder/full of dead people/built at the mouth of hell. Local newspapers can also be helpful.
13. Invoking demons, speaking weird languages and performing rituals of any kind is considered dangerous. Refrain from doing that, especially around abandoned warehouses, churches, psychiatric institutions, forests and your house in front of a mirror at night.
14. When going to a new area, environmental understanding is a key to survival. Ask around for cursed places, legends, dangers and other details. Listen to the local peoples’ advice, and don’t be afraid to ask if you’re unsure of which attacks/disappearances are paranormal and which aren’t.
15. Always have a Bible next to your bed. Provides average reading material, proof of beliefs and a really heavy object to throw at enemies.
16. Don’t count on holy water. Get a sturdy vial of sulfuric acid and let a priest consecrate it.
17. Japanese priests cleanse rooms by waving katana swords around. Their ritual is 100% effective on corporeal forms.
18. If you find 666 messages on your phone, mailbox, email, etc consider changing your service provider. Also, don’t bother listening to/reading the messages. It’s spam. Extra dimensional, possibly, but spam nonetheless.
19. Old pharmaceutical companies cant help you. Unless you specifically need “Blood Of The Innocent”, ”Snake Oil”, and “Radioactive Syrup”. Which is never.
20. If you need to sign it in blood, you do not need to sign it. All mainstream governing bodies will accept contracts signed in ink, bear this in mind if offered deals that seem too good to be true.
21. Lighthouses are dangerous. Avoid them at all costs. If you work at a lighthouse consider a career in insurance sales, or veterinary care.
22. There is simply no reason to listen to music that causes suicidal tendencies, or to watch films that have had strange/disastrous consequences.
23. If you like to plan ahead and have some money, buy your auntie and uncle a house in Bel-Air. Nothing can harm you there no matter how scared your mother is.
24. Secret secluded untouched places in old buildings are left untouched for a reason. Pioneers never say “die” but in fact they do have an unusually high mortality rate.
25. Before you start swimming in the ice-cold waters of a murky lake at the center of a dark forest at midnight, ask yourself, do you really want to travel to an ancient and terrifying city? If the answer is “no,” then stay at home instead, and watch whatever quality programming is available on Cinemax.
26. On your 33rd birthday try celebrating in a well lit house with the company of others.
27. Refrain from using the one true name for anything, there is probably a reason people gave it a nickname.
28. Watching tv static for long periods may be hazardous to your health, try satellite tv to combat this problem.
29. Get a cat. Those furry little hairballs seem to perceive unnatural phenomena better than us, and if desperate, simply throw it at whatever is about to get you.
30. Cemeteries are bad places, especially in foggy conditions and on Halloween.
31. Try not to close your eyes. Ever. If you must, do so only briefly.
32. If you hear chanting, run until you are out of earshot.
33. If you are too old to play with dolls, you do not need to be anywhere near one of the creepy little fuckers.
34. Legends can offer valuable insight of where not to go camping with friends.
35. When babysitting, ascertain the family’s tastes and preferences, to avoid being killed by poorly selected statues.
36. Even if you are certain that running will not save you, it is always best to try.

Follow these simple rules and little (or massive) harm may befall you. Either way, the important thing is to make sure your friends buy a copy of my book.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

How to play Skyrim like a sexually-repressed virgin teenager

Notable tl;dr excerpts:

"Remember this bear here? Fist his fucking face off. Shove your fist up his asshole."

"Rape his ass if you want to; if you're a gay rapist."

"I'm a viking. Look at that bitch, he's fucking dead."

"Kill the fucking walrus. Who the fuck wants to be a walrus? So kill him; end his misery. No one wants to be a walrus."

"Remember you're a fucking badass, so you are the one that killed Bambi's mother. Skin that bitch, make her into leather. That's real important."

"Do everyone a favor and kill Grelod. That fucking bitch. ...Kill this bitch as well because you're badass, remember to be badass. Children? They are fucking pussies, so kill them! They are pussies."

"Do whatever he wants you to do, then beat the shit out of him. Kill that bitch. He's a pussy. Fucking dresses in a fucking... dress, what is this?"

"Rip their fucking hearts out. Don't eat the heart, just the rip the heart out."

"Congratulations, you're now officially a badass. You will get all the titties and nipples in the world."

Thanks Grunthos for inspiring the title!

Monday, November 28, 2011


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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Don't Blink

Whatever you do!
Don’t blink.
Blink and you’re dead.
Don’t turn your back.
Don’t look away.
And don’t blink.
Good Luck.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Матрёшка гараж

 I've been cleaning everything out of the garage. Found my drying rack for hand-washing dishes, but it's dirty. So I put it in the dishwasher.  Then I divided by zero.

Sunday, November 13, 2011


Thursday, November 10, 2011

Skyrim Approacheth

Almost there. One more day. Here, have a comic.

A Message From Vault-Tec

About 22 hours to Skyrim's release. About a day and a half to two days before I play it. I have a wedding to attend on Friday morning, and another one that evening. Hopefully I can get to the store to pick it up between the two of them, but if not then either after the second or Saturday.

So what have I been doing to satiate the first person RPG bug? Been playing Fallout 3 again. For no particular reason. I've already beaten it every which way, and have yet to finish the DLC in Fallout: New Vegas, but it's like a movie you own on DVD or Blue Ray or VHS or Betamax or celluloid or whatever. You're going to go back every few years and watch it. So I feel like playing 3 instead. It's been about 2 years or so since the last time I played it but the last playthroughs were like work, trying to complete an objective rather than just having fun playing.

Although it does bring up the point that I need to finish New Vegas. And a bunch of other games. But I won't be playing anything but Skyrim for a while. So that will be it for a while, Capital Wasteland. This is Three-Dog, ahoo! And this is Galaxy News Radio, bringing you the truth... no matter how much it hurts. Tune in next time, chillllldren!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Finally, the Rock HAS COME BACK... to Tamriel.

 So I took a trip out to Gamestop this morning. Decided I really, truly MUST have Skyrim. And you know, other stuff. So when you're broke and want something, what do you do? Sell your soul to the devil. Or trade in all your games at Gamestop. Same thing, really. So what was on the list of casualties? See below.

The Orange Box
Ace Combat 6: Fires of Liberation
Burnout Paradise
Halo: Reach
Grand Theft Auto IV

Nascar 08
Bulletstorm [EPIC Edition]
Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix
Gears of War 2
Call of Duty 2

Guitar Hero Van Halen
Call of Duty 3

Halo 3: ODST
Viva Pinata
Kameo: Elements of Power
Mercenaries 2: World in Flames
Star Wars: The Force Unleashed
Project Gotham Racing 3
NCAA Football 07
I got about 86 bucks out of them. Plus I had a $25 gift card. So I pre-ordered Skyrim and paid it off. Now I can lose myself in the game for about a month or two. Hope someone finds me.

Never mind, I take it back.

I also pre-ordered Halo Anniversary. That was I get the cool grunt skull and the Master Chief avatar gear that I don't care about. But hey, Reach map packs! Also the Halo CE campaign with online co-op. It's been a long time since I went through the entire thing, and owning an Xbox original is hardly thrilling at most times. You can't even access the dashboard when you play them, so this is a step in the right direction. The updated graphics using the Reach engine simultaneously with the 2001 343 engine is cool too, but I'm in it for the co-op. Multiplayer is going to be good too. Think back on the maps, and maybe it will all come back. Strategize and whatnot. Shoot some little weiners.

Not what I meant.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I hate my life

I'm almost 20 and haven't been able to score a better job than a cook at a local fast food joint. What makes it worse is that I live in a small town so business is pretty limited, and where I work is the only place that'll hire high school graduates. I'd get the hell out of this town if I could actually drive too, but I've failed every damn test I've ever taken. I'm socially awkward, even my only other co-worker hates my guts. I have repressed lust for one of my best friends too; she's athletic, smart and a gorgeous southern belle. I love her. You know what it's like; I've been friend zoned real hard. She's my only real friend, besides this one kid, who I'm pretty sure is only hanging around me because he is mentally challenged. I guess he's the only one that can tolerate me. And what makes this all worse is that I live in a pineapple under the sea.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Fallout: New Vegas - Honest Hearts

From the The Vault, the Fallout wiki:
Honest Hearts is an upcoming add-on for Fallout: New Vegas, developed by Obsidian Entertainment and published by Bethesda Softworks.

Honest Hearts takes the player on an expedition to the unspoiled wilderness of Utah’s Zion National Park. Things go horribly wrong when your caravan is ambushed by a tribal raiding band. As you try to find a way back to the Mojave, you become embroiled in a war between tribes and a conflict between a New Canaan missionary and the mysterious Burned Man. The decisions you make will determine the fate of Zion.
Coming out simultaneously on Xbox 360, PC, and if it's working, PS3 next Tuesday, May 17th.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Consistently Full of Crap, More Like It

I don't know why, but I felt the need to post this as a sort of open letter on here. I've had problems with my internet for a while, and I pretty much am frustrated to the point where I can't bring myself to call customer service or tech support goons any more. So I sent CenturyLink/Embarq, my ISP, this email. Before anyone says it, no, I don't have the option of getting any other ISP. So don't say it. Not even $attelite internet. Also, it is late, I am tired, and as I mentioned, frustrated. So this letter is not just disjointed, it's a mess. But dammit, it's my mess.

Dear Sir/Madam,

I have a problem. Over the last several months, I have dealt with the same problem continuously. I've spent countless hours on the phone with technical support, only to find out that no one in your technical support knows anything.

I pay for 10MB internet. However, my down speed is 0.28 mbps. 0.28. Once more to let it really soak in - 0.28.

No one at CenturyLink/Embarq can understand why. I have one person tell me that there's something wrong on your end, and that they'll check it. Then nobody does. Then I have a guy come out, tell me he doesn't know what he's doing, doesn't know what's wrong, and suggests I downgrade to a lower speed. Which I did (3 mb) and it did nothing to alleviate the problem. I put it back to 10.

Now, I do not mean to be a bother to you. However, please understand that I am disabled and suffer from an anxiety disorder. I pay for a service that I do not receive. 0.28 MB is ridiculous. However, the only consistent thing I've been told recently is that someone could come out and check the speed from the house, but if it doesn't show at that precise moment, oh well, see ya, don't forget to pay your bill, BRING MONEY.

Due to the nature of my anxiety and my disability, I can no longer endure the stress of debating with disingenuous customer service and tech support personnel as to whether my problem is moderately important, only for them to give up. No. That's your job. You fix it. You figure out what is wrong and fix it. I don't care if you need to check from inside with a cute little laptop - which no one has even bothered to do yet. I've tried 2 different modems. The modems are not the problem. I've run your tests through CMD. It's been verified. Please rectify this so I can tell people what a great company CenturyLink is, instead of making complaints. I don't want to be that guy. You don't want me to be that guy.

So let me outline what I need, if you please. I pay for 10MB internet service. According to your company anything above 8 or so is acceptable. 0.28 is NOT acceptable. After many months, I cannot get help. I cannot even get a straight answer. Everyone is lackadaisical in their efforts to help me. I would like you to help me. I would like to have the service I am paying for. Soon, if it is not fixed, I will not discontinue my service, because I need the internet. But I will begin communicating with the media about the problem. I will begin with local news; they seem to enjoy reporting on companies who do that sort of thing. Not that I am saying you're like that, of course.

Please do not think that I am some jerk venting at you, the poor worker who is reading this. I am simply frustrated beyond the ability to communicate coherently at this point.


[info redacted for nosy blog readers, ID thieves, etc.]

Addendum: Ironically, my internet is currently so slow that the site has rejected me sending this form in several times now. I am endeavoring to get it through.

I'll update this when I find out more. And for Facebook readers, be sure to check out the original post and the blog at http://bigchiefknockemboots.blogspot.com

Friday, May 6, 2011

Play In Our World, Live In Fear of ID Theft

In the last few days, it started getting real. Info and links with some commentary below. As always, post your questions and comments.
Sony subpoenaed by New York Attorney General
Turns out waiting six days to notify people their information had been compromised was a bad idea. This data was released by the US Department of 'Duh'.

PSN servers were 'unpatched and had no firewall installed,' security expert testifies

This actually says it all - "Sony was using outdated software on its servers — and knew about it months in advance of the recent security breaches that allowed hackers to get private information from over 100 million user accounts."

House Energy & Commerce Committee

Congress sends inquiry to Sony about PSN security breach

Sony: PSN rebuild complete, internal testing in 'final stages'
Yay. Now I can go back on PSN and not care about PSN. Playstation Home is boring now. Qriocity is such a lame attempt to make an app for PS3 and make some money at the same time. Oh, and then there's Life with Playstation. You know, if you want to raise your electric bill so Stanford University can use your PS3 to map isotopes or something. And, you know, no gaems.

Sony to offer PSN users free identity theft protection for one year
What they should have done from the beginning. But they didn't want to spend money. Then shit officially hit the fan and they had to do what everyone had said they should have done. With an ID monitoring company I've never heard of.
Stringer issues apology for 'inconvenience and concern' caused by PSN breach
Sony attempts to save face. Tactically apologizes because they have to. Dumps tons of money into marketing because they're now the Toyota of entertainment.

SCEE 'working incredibly hard' to offer protection for European PSN users
How disingenuous. Sony's been all over the European SOE hack, but has hardly given a crap about North America's compromised PSN. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the nature of the beast. Sony is not a North American company. It is a Japanese company that caters to Asia and Europe, with some trade negotiations across the ocean for good measure. The US, Canada, Mexico, etc will ALWAYS be last on the list. My wife owns a PS3 and a PSP. As I told her last night, I will never buy another Sony product.

Seriously, who wants to play some Halo?

Monday, May 2, 2011

It Only Does 80710A06

For everyone scrambling to cancel debit cards and sell PS3s, Playstation Network had 31,140,307 US account. It's conceited and paranoid to think YOUR information is going to be compromised, out of the entire population of the planet. Sure, better safe than sorry. But melodramatic, theatrical claims that you're going to become a victim of identity theft because of the PSN breach is going from funny to annoying. Contrary to what you believe, nobody wants to be you.

Still, Sony is in some hot water. They should have notified everyone sooner. They should have actually done something. They sent out an email suggesting everyone go to AnnualCreditReport.com for free copies of their credit report. Which you can do once a year. Always. Sony doesn't want to pay for anything, though. They could have, I don't know, invested in $5 a month credit monitoring for accounts. Sure, that's expensive, but not everyone on every account is going to accept. Send out a blanket email, make good on it to those who accept, and bite the bullet-shaped void in your wallet.

I'm not exactly sure how one would bite a void.

If Sony wasn't so disingenuous about this whole thing, they would come out of it with barely a hitch. Instead, they're being closed mouth, turning over all investigation to the FBI, Homeland Security, Congress, a fat woman named Irma, the European Union, the BBB, and anyone else who'll pick up the tab. And then I've noticed Sony has massively increased its advertising. Wat da fa....

Anybody want to play Halo?

Friday, April 15, 2011

Big Chief's Fables, Elephant Edition

In 1986, Peter Davies was on vacation in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University.

On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter approached very carefully.

He got down on one knee, inspected the elephants foot, and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he could, Peter worked the wood out with his knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot. The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on his face, stared at him for several tense moments. Peter stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away. Peter never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.

Twenty years later, Peter was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenage son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Peter and his son Cameron were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Peter, lifted his front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all while staring at the man.

Remembering the encounter in 1986, Peter could not help wondering if this was the same elephant. Peter summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing, and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped his trunk around one of Peter's legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.

Probably wasn't the same elephant.

This is for all my friends who send me those heart-warming bullshit stories.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

The Cat in the Hat. And Couch. And Tub. The Cat Gets Into Pretty Much Everything.

So like I said in a previous post, we have a dog and two cats. Well, they scratch everything because they're cats. And that is what cats with claws do. Nala, the smaller one, gets into the inside of the couch too. And ripped open the underside of the box spring on the guest bed, and gets in that. And gets in the bathtub. She gets into everything. Rejar, the other cat, is fat and lays around. He either wants nothing to do with me, or constantly wants me to pet him. Lucy, my dog, follows me around and generally just wants to be near me, and have me pet her and play with her most of the time.

So most of the time, since we moved to Florida, the cats have spent a lot of time in what has apparently become "their" room. But recently, I've insisted the cats have the run of the house except the bedroom and my office. Why have cats if they're going to be, I dunno... aquarium cats? Why keep them in a room? So, out and about they go. They're so happy, laying around and frolicking or whatever happy playful cats do. And I've learned something from their freedom.

I'm not a cat person.

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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Suddenly A Post Appears

What's this? A year? A year since the last post. More than a year, really. What madness is this? (please no Sparta references. The humor market is over saturated in them.) So after more than a year, why post now? And why not post for so long?

I moved twice in the last year. A total of about 1,500 miles. The world turned upside down. Luckily I held on to a tree while everyone else fell into the sky. But I digress.

The point is, here I am. A lot has happened that kept me away. But after hearing several people ask me, right to the point, to start posting here again, I am. I'll try to post more often than, oh, I don't know, once a YEAR. But we'll see.

So, we had one cat. Last summer we got another kitten. Her name is Nala (because my wife named her) and she was adorably cute. Now, she's still cute, but also gross. She's growing up, so now she's in heat. I'm like, oh great, let's hurry and get her spayed. But for some reason we keep forgetting to look up info for that. Like, I could be looking up the info right now, but I'm writing. Writing here. Right now. ALL FOR YOU. See, it's your fault.

I kid! But really, we do keep forgetting because of one thing or another. Like standing in Walmart for 3 hours the other night to get medicine from the pharmacy. Or buying a tanker truck full of paint at Home Depot, and preparing to paint, you know, walls and rooms and stuff. So a friend of mine told me what she does with her cat to stop her from yowling all the time when she's in heat. She advised me to do what she does. "Q-tip fuck" her.

Yeah, no. There's no way I'm doing that. It made me cringe. So eventual spaying it will be. And let us never speak of Q-tips and sexual acts in the same sentence ever again.

We got a dog too. Not a god, like I almost just wrote. Doopid common dyslexic word. A dog. Golden Retriever, female. Her name is Lucy. I'm not sure how I came up with that name, although I was playing a lot of Assassin's Creed Brotherhood then. She's a good dog. The best. She gets along well with Nala, but Rejar (the other cat) is still a little standoffish. He's like that with other dogs too, but hopefully he will warm up to her.

Maybe not.

Lucy isn't fixed either. A few months ago, she was in heat and she was bleeding on the floor. And when she wasn't bleeding on the floor, she was licking her vagoo. Then giving kisses to everyone. She needs to be fixed soon also, before she goes into heat again. Or else my friend will try to Q-tip fuck her too.

Until next time, Reader.