Santo Rik Pablo and The Reckoning

http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/23474476/

What is a game? A game can be anything you want it to be. Some people make a game out of life, some out of love, some out of money, and more yet out of running. Running is a game, but started as a method of transportation and survival. Early man would often run across vast stretches of wilderness with hyenas in pursuit, desperately pumping his leg muscles in a struggle for survival. But did this survival really mean anything? Why did early man choose to run, and not become food for the hyena? The hyena could very well need the food that the man would provide it, and could die without this man's flesh. So the hyena is also in a fight for survival. Why then, does the man choose to deprive the hyena and instead save himself? The answer is remarkably simple: he wants to win.

We all just want to win. That is the essence of a game. Winning.
My favorite game is the game called Music. Back when I first started playing Music, I wasn't sure how one was supposed to win. I remember asking myself "this music thing sure is fun, but how do you win?"
The question troubled me for a long time, until I began to realize that the people who in my eyes were "winning" music were often also the people making the most money because of it.

Then it hit me. Money. It's all about money. I really had begun to question the whole point of music and art in general, until I realized it was all about the recognition. There is no point in self-expression unless people like what they see enough to pay you to do it again.

Creating Santo Rik Pablo and the Reckoning was a challenge because the game either ended up too easy or too hard and it was very difficult to get it at a reasonable level of difficulty.

Fix ALL the Scratch problems!

1: http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/23473123/

2: http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/23473547/

3: http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/23473835/

5: http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/23474219/

Dude, 4. I just couldn't, I have no idea what to do. But anyway number 5 was challenging and I fixed it by making you feel bad when you lose. I very angrily made a loser backdrop that appears when you touch the color of the walls of the maze, which is green. Light green. 5 was a challenge because I couldn't think of a way to make the cat bounce off the green walls so I just made them like lava or something, which also works and in my opinion makes the game much more fun. YOU LOSE!

Dante's 5 Levels of Scratch

To increase the difficulty of life, you must simply destroy as many advantages as possible. By decreasing your own speed, much like you might decrease the speed of a moving sprite character in Scratch, you make life slightly more difficult. In order to do this, you could cut off your own legs, or maybe sit in a sofa for years on end until your flesh literally grows into the fibers of the furniture. This actually happened. Anyway, the blocks you'd want to use in order to switch levels would be the broadcast block, which would activate after touching the goal of the current level and would broadcast a signal telling the backdrop to change and thus changing the level as well. Neat-o.

The Scratch Massacre

http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/23381260/

A variable is something in our lives that is constantly in flux. Sometimes we have constants, like age and growth, but sometimes the variables of life include: how many fish you eat. Every time a fish is eaten, you just gotta remember to increase your score by one. That's a variable. With a program, it can be an automatic function. It was remarkably easy. I'm not sure how to explain it. Just put the command there. Set the correct effect to the correct cause, and suddenly your thoughts and life are cohesive. Count those fish. Track the massacre.

Triple-threat Scratch-teractions

http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/23379842/

Puzzles 3 4 and 5 were my quest. I solved them all with if/then blocks and sensing blocks. If touching blue, sing the note. If touching red, sing the other note. If touching the other dude, say the thing. You get me. You totes get me. It was surprisingly easy after viewing those precious precious precious precious precious precious precious precious precious precious precious precious precious precious precious precious precious precious videos. I like her voice. It is smooth like a baby's skin. The notes part gave me inspiration, because I want my game to music related because I like music because I have ears. Two, actually. Hey, holy handbarrow, Batman, you do too!

The Scratchventure part two: more BUGS! (when will it end?)

The first bug: http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/23378821/

Why look, a second bug: http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/23379008/

Three bugs? Ok then, I can deal: http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/23379191/#player

Four bugs is a bit much, don't you think: http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/23379503/

Sweet God they're everywhere!: http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/23379623/

One debugging strategy I used was to make the dinosaur become hidden whenever a scene appears that doesn't suit him. Or her. Whatever. This is like the normalest thing I've ever written.

It's all about identifying what info is being miscommunicated or left out. Tips. Wait blocks help things happen in an orderly fashion, and broadcasting gets rid of roadblocks in the script. Just to name a few.

Scratch and the meaning of Art

http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/23377961/

The stage is an art gallery. Our players, two wealthy art critics. Look and see! They shall show you the true worth of emotional expression. Only through the opinions of others can we see the truth behind a piece of art and learn to appreciate it in an identical way. Only when there is a universal consensus as to the meaning of a piece of art can it be truly considered art. The comments made on the stage send out broadcasts that signal the stage to change. The art cycles. The first piece is lost to memory and mediocrity and the second becomes the focus. Any kind of art exhibit functioning in this capacity would use similar changes of scenery. My classmates scene changes are inferior to mine, inevitably. Mine are art.

Scratch Conversations: The Key and the Seeker

http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/23377791/

If I were to describe broadcasting in one word it would be this: Key. It is key to making multiple sprites react to the same stimuli without timing each phrase/action. The broadcast function more accurately simulates a conversation, because we don't simply wait our turn to speak, we respond to others, taking into consideration what they have just said. That's why racism is wrong. 

Scratch Characters: a spiritual cleansing

http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/22978422/

This is my thing. Here. Here ya go. Happy? I'm happy. It's art. The complex story between these two increasingly complex characters, who are indeed derived from real people, is a deeply personal one. The entirety of my soul went into this activity. Nay, twas more than an activity. It was creation. To program your own world... I once again felt I was God and all others in this world were simply pictures for me to paint, or mirrors for me to reflect myself onto. I was piecing together minds, as I always have, but in a more tangible way. In a visible way. When I hit the share button, a rare strain of blood flowed into my emotions and sparked something truly miraculous between the sides of my skull. I had put my own Godliness into a visual form for any and all to see. It's exhilarating, the idea of getting more and more and more and more attention. This is what the story of Chava and his other encompasses.

My Many Scratch Adentures: a Collection (we the people)

1.1 http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/22924427/#player

1.2 http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/22923994/

1.3 http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/22924151/

1.4 http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/22924257/

1.5 http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/22924356/

TEN BLOCK CHALLENGE   http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/22868664/

HTVC010P http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/22810752/

THE DEBUGGING THING WAS FUN TIMES. I FELT LIKE I WAS ACCOMPLISHING GOALS, AND THAT IS THE DEFINITION OF HAPPINESS. ISN'T IT!?IN ORDER TO DEBUG, HOWEVER, IT WAS NECESSARY TO VIEW THE CURRENT PROGRAM TO SEE WHAT WAS DONE WRONG. JUST GUESSING BY READING THE SHEET WAS IMPOSSIBLE, BUT WHATEVER. I LIKED IT. IT WASN'T MUCH OF A GROUP THING, HOWEVER. SURE, WE HELPED EACH OTHER, BUT THERE WAS NOTHING INHERENTLY GROUP RELATED ABOUT THE ACTIVITY. IT COULD'VE BEEN DONE NEARLY AS EASILY INDEPENDENTLY. WE THE PEOPLE.

Scratched

I became very surprised recently. One could say I was even startled. This cat just BOOFed on my command when I clicked the special DO IT box. It felt feely, like a lot of feelings were being felt I believe. Smart was one of the things I felt like. It was good fun.Scratch is an interesting experience, but it is much like the other programming thing we did with the zombies or whatever. It's old news, see? But that's all cool, it was fun drawing my own sprite; I called him Godemon the Reaper. I felt really smart after that, because I made him POP when the space bar got hit, and also he multiplied and got closer to the screen in a flash of unholy magic. For real, I told him to do it by clicking a box and he did it. Good Godemon. This style of learning is alright with me, because I can draw and listen to music while accomplishing relatively simple tasks. Thank you for stimulating my brain in this way, in that it's enough to be interesting but not enough to be challenging. It is a good way to start off the day.

The Honey Spot

The Honey Spot is a magical place for all the honey of the world wide web to come together and discuss interests/romance/bees. Enjoy watching the sweet honey ooze down this webpage.

Links and more links

1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honey
2. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4WkVp94GAQ
3. http://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/honey-oozes-from-walls-of-home

gooey pleasure

Before continuing on to our honey forum and online dating service, please enjoy these still images to warm yourself up

Rave Reviews AND MORE

هذا هو النص أنا أضع في مربع التمرير. دعونا نرى، ماذا علي أن أضع هنا؟ ماذا عن عدة لغات؟ لم أحرف اللغة الإنجليزية! طيب، وآمل أن يسمح لي التمرير. Энэ бол миний гүйлгэх хайрцагт оруулж байна текст юм. Би энд юу тавих ёстой харцгаая? Хэрхэн хэд хэдэн хэл дээр байна вэ? Англи хэл тэмдэгт Үгүй! За даа, би энэ нь надад гүйлгэж боломжийг олгодог гэж найдаж байна.

good shit

Bland HTML assignemnt number four

the first heading

the first paragraph

the second heading

the second paragraph

• List
• List
• more list

1. Hey
2. Look

more

lists.

HTML 1

I'm your God now

Listen. Hey. Listen to me. Hey. Hey you. Ya, you. Listen. Listen to me, dammit. Hey. Hey. You. Listen. Listen to me. Listen to me, you... you gotta listen. Hey, wait, hey! Hey! Hey! HEY! LISTEN TO ME, dammit. please. Hey, man, dude, hey, please. Just listen for a second. Hey. hey. hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey ey please plaessa plalp pleass opaelase please pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppl

HTML code thing dude

<html>
<head>
<title>Hey</title>
</head>
</html>

No Artificial Flavors!

Post Ti%tle

My favorite kind of web page is orange. I like orange web pages of all kinds, whether the text is orange, the background is orange, the pictures are orange, the sounds sound orange, the feelings feel orange, citrus, etc. CITRUS CITRUS CITRUS CITRUS!

So I wanna make an encyclopedia of information I'm interested in. Like peels.

Am I Human?

I'm typing this with my arms fully extended. I just corrected a mistake that I'd like to talk about. The 'a' in 'arms' was a 'w' I think, so I hit left till the little line appeared to the right of the awful 'w', then pressed backspace. Half of that last sentence was written with severely bent arms. So the 'w' disappeared and was immediately replaced by an 'a'. Actually, before the 'a' appeared, I reached one of my fingers toward the key with the capital 'A' on it and pushed downward. Down toward the center of the Earth. It was so easy, correcting my mistakes. I just did it again, to the word 'correcting'. It's only been about ten seconds, but I can't even remember the mistake I made. Also just forgot the first 'e' in 'even' and the last 'o' in 'forgot'. A slip of the finger, or a slip of the mind? Both?
Is Eliza human? Am I human? The human brain is a very complicated computer. This is pretty much common knowledge, but still astounds me even now. I made Eliza tell me to shut up and say that all my ideas were dumb. I'm sure there are people who automatically respond to things just like Eliza does. Maybe you say the exact same thing to your Dad every morning as he drives you home. As you step out of the car, you quietly murmur "bye Dad", and it doesn't really matter if you said it loud enough to be heard, cause his automatic response is "bye Willy, have a good day". Or maybe it's "great". How can I not remember? It's happened hundreds of times at least. Oh God I'm one of those people who haven't turned in Google Scholar. I better do that instead of this. But that's ok, this feels like a metaphor.
My arms are bent.

the FRend

Is this what God feels like? Does some master hand drag and drop boxes into our lives, our thoughts, and our free will? Does some ultimate series of commands govern our lives, like we're being managed or played with? Is the world anything more than just a giant, deceivingly beautiful program? This is what god feels like.

I am commander of the birds! With great and gracious patience I watch as each piece is set in place, and WOOSH! The birds come to life under my infallible orders. They are promises that cannot be broken, commands that must be followed, for, what could be done but their following? What actions can those pathetic little creatures take except the ones I tell them to make? Do they even know how to disobey? I am God now, little bird. The pig, my subject, is your enemy, a tool to fester your fervor. You will not disobey me because you love me. And you hate the pig. These feelings, combined with a healthy dose of mindless ignorance, makes you a perfect little peasant. And I am king. God loves totalitarianism.

Number 12. I have encountered a zombie. At first I was frightened. God leaps from his throne at this sudden change, but soon finds himself rising from the puddles of his own fear, and taking on this new challenge. Challenge? Nay, it is easy, as this zombie is an even better representation of my assertiveness. What better way to exercise my authority than on a dead, submissive human being? It sounds almost sick, but it's also just a computer game. NO IM GOD

THE frEND

COlgaTE

It is first suggested that two social mechanisms leading to self-awareness could be reproduced by self-talk: engaging in dialogues with ourselves, in which we talk to fictive persons, would permit an internalization of others' perspectives; and addressing comments to ourselves about ourselves, as others do toward us, would allow an acquisition of self-information. Secondly, it is proposed that self-observation(self-awareness) is possible only if there exists a distance between the individual and any potentially observable self-aspect; self-talk, because it conveys self-information under a different form (i.e., words), would create a redundancy -- and with it, a wedge -- within the self

SIX

There are six things I learned.

One: The colors. Searching images by color will help me immensely. The colors of the world are very important to me. I only want the right ones. House color, fruit color, fruit color, fruits colours, etc.

Two: "Site:". I have been dreaming of this day. The day I would learn how to search on a website without actually going to the website.No more typing in urls and waiting 5 minutes for the goddamn page to load just so  can watch a video of someone making a homemade blast furnace.

Three through six have been omitted for the purpose of
WHATEVER

POST POST POST

 “Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.”
“Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.” 
“I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go”
“A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.” 
“She was dazzling-- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.”
“I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.”
“unloved women have no biographies-- they have histories”

“There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses--bound for dust--mortal--”
“She was incomprehensible, for, in her, soul and spirit were one - the beauty of her body was the essence of her soul. She was that unity sought for by philosophers through many centuries. In this outdoor waiting room of winds and stars she had been sitting for a hundred years, at peace in the contemplation of herself.” 

POST JUAN

A spectre is haunting Europe—the spectre of Communism.
All the Powers of old Europe have entered into a holy alliance to
exorcise this spectre: Pope and Czar, Metternich and Guizot,
French Radicals and German police-spies.

Where is the party in opposition that has not been decried as Communistic by its opponents in power? Where is the Opposition that has not hurled back the branding reproach of Communism, against the more advanced opposition parties, as well as against its reactionary adversaries?

Two things result from this fact.

I. Communism is already acknowledged by all European Powers to be itself a Power.

II. It is high time that Communists should openly, in the face of the whole world, publish their views, their aims, their tendencies, and meet this nursery tale of the Spectre of Communism with a Manifesto of the party itself.

To this end, Communists of various nationalities have assembled in London, and sketched the following Manifesto, to be published in the English, French, German, Italian, Flemish and Danish languages.

 The history of all hitherto existing societies is the history of class struggles.

Freeman and slave, patrician and plebeian, lord and serf, guild-master and journeyman, in a word, oppressor and oppressed, stood in constant opposition to one another, carried on an uninterrupted, now hidden, now open fight, a fight that each time ended, either in a revolutionary re-constitution of society at large, or in the common ruin of the contending classes.

In the earlier epochs of history, we find almost everywhere a complicated arrangement of society into various orders, a manifold gradation of social rank. In ancient Rome we have patricians, knights, plebeians, slaves; in the Middle Ages, feudal lords, vassals, guild-masters, journeymen, apprentices, serfs; in almost all of these classes, again, subordinate gradations.

The modern bourgeois society that has sprouted from the ruins of feudal society has not done away with class antagonisms. It has but established new classes, new conditions of oppression, new forms of struggle in place of the old ones. Our epoch, the epoch of the bourgeoisie, possesses, however, this distinctive feature: it has simplified the class antagonisms. Society as a whole is more and more splitting up into two great hostile camps, into two great classes, directly facing each other: Bourgeoisie and Proletariat

Computer

Computer Computer Computer Applications. How many have I learned? What am I really applying? Is searching an application? Yes? Yes. Well I've learned a bit about that I suppose. Actually, I've learned two very important things about searching. Those two things are color and "site:". That "site:" thing is perfect for getting good sources for research, seriously, like oh man oh man. And that color thing with image search is really cool, I'll have to view some color specific fruit later. Or now. NowComputer Applications. How many have I learned? What am I really applying? Is searching an application? Yes? Yes. Well I've learned a bit about that I suppose. Actually, I've learned two very important things about searching. Those two things are color and "site:". That "site:" thing is perfect for getting good sources for research, seriously, like oh man oh man. And that color thing with image search is really cool, I'll have to view some color specific fruit later. Or now. NowComputer Applications. How many have I learned? What am I really applying? Is searching an application? Yes? Yes. Well I've learned a bit about that I suppose. Actually, I've learned two very important things about searching. Those two things are color and "site:". That "site:" thing is perfect for getting good sources for research, seriously, like oh man oh man. And that color thing with image search is really cool, I'll have to view some color specific fruit later. Or now. NowComputer Applications. How many have I learned? What am I really applying? Is searching an application? Yes? Yes. Well I've learned a bit about that I suppose. Actually, I've learned two very important things about searching. Those two things are color and "site:". That "site:" thing is perfect for getting good sources for research, seriously, like oh man oh man. And that color thing with image search is really cool, I'll have to view some color specific fruit later. Or now. NowApplications. How many have I learned? What am I really applying? Is searching an application? Yes? Yes. Well I've learned a bit about that I suppose. Actually, I've learned two very important things about searching. Those two things are color and "site:". That "site:" thing is perfect for getting good sources for research, seriously, like oh man oh man. And that color thing with image search is really cool, I'll have to view some color specific fruit later. Or now. NowApplications. How many have I learned? What am I really applying? Is searching an application? Yes? Yes. Well I've learned a bit about that I suppose. Actually, I've learned two very important things about searching. Those two things are color and "site:". That "site:" thing is perfect for getting good sources for research, seriously, like oh man oh man. And that color thing with image search is really cool, I'll have to view some color specific fruit later. Or now. Now.