Tag: Junk

Dear… whatever your name was…

Last year I got introduced to a “Game” which I thought, well bluntly, was NOT A GAME! My opinion was quickly escalated to heated discussion with my friends who concluded that my definition of what a “Game” is was outdated and this was a new way to play. Definitions do change with time and integrate new way to play.  My problem with this “Game”, as per all definition, it is a Game; As per the same definition, it is a poor game and should be considered a poor use of the available medium.

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Internet… another dumping ground for our junk!

Funny, I was having an email conversation last week with an old “colleague” about some old projects we use to be a part of. Now, like allot of projects with lots of people in different countries, time zones and jobs, it failed and we moved on to other things. However, what we learn from these projects is always useful for the next one. But, keeping a backup of this files or memories is very important. Now I am a whore for knowledge and I hoard backups of any file I get my hands on. I keep every file that’s uploaded to my server and only delete files that have become truly useless (notes for instance).

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The JoeIce.show…is Coming!

“The attic is not just a simple room but within it contains a supercomputer of incalculable power and smarts. Deep inside it protective shell, nestled within its control boards and wires beats a multi-dimensional generator, able to pull power and matter from any reality to feed is unstoppable thirst. The AI of this computer controls this generator for good, mostly. Due to quirks in its programming, accidents can happen and thanks to the multi-dimensional generator, they do not necessary have to be in this reality!”

Pestered by this AI to entertain, it forces Joe Ice to create a web-show, reviewing some of the best and worse memories of his life. Whether its movies, TV Shows or Games, it doesn’t seem to matter as long as it may crack Joe’s will and bend him into obeying the Attic even more than he does already.

But could there be something even darker out there? Something echoes in the ether between dimensions. Could cracks between them be allowing worse things into our world? Only time will tell!

More to Come!