Not your father's Digital Hollywood

Moving my atoms up the 405 to Santa Monica to the Fractal Hollywood conference. There's something about putting my favorite virtual actors together in a buddy movie that reminds me of online gaming when I was a kid. My team vs. your team. Real time. Over distance. Yelling into headsets. It's a team thing.

The talent behind the vactors is the new discipline, the choreographers making sure the vactor stands on her marks (or kisses or punches). The psychometricians who layer the performance, translating director notes into psychological models, their naunce and art in tweaking the parameters and creating the proper cognitive frames from the character's back story.

Personally, I like the skin/muscle specialists. They reveal thoughts, instincts, visceral reactions, and emotions through the tensions and flexions and blood pulses and subtle shifts. It's the linking of this stuff to the psychometrics. I was so proud for them when their systems brewed Lymonade's sweat in Global Suite's climax. You could smell the fear and passion as she decided to fall out of love. And the relaxation and coldness and relief as the pills took. I gotta bid on that for Ralph Lauren, great stuff.

My exit. Bye for now.

The GOP Pill puts me in a Red State

Thank you, peer pressure. I took Bayer Xamplax™ for the first time last night. The "Republican Pill." I woke up with a slight headache, cured by coffee. I don't feel much different but I can listen to Rush on the radio without the urgent need to change the channel or gag. I don't understand all the code words, yet. I seem to be making many small changes in my media consumption, my shopping, conversations with my neighbors. I'm looking at my friends and co-workers differently. And my wardrobe just has to go. I wonder what happens if I stop taking the pill...

My liver's weblog

It's astonishing to me the traffic going to my liver's weblog. Post-op, I left the NanoMed™ sensors turned on. I routed the feed through my Blogger account, so my blog is automatically updated every ten minutes. Now this is sorta useful to my doctor and my KaiserWebMD™ monitor. But the blog is drawing all sorts of attention. 20 thousand visitors last month. And comments. And betting.

I am a little freaked at people tuning in to my liver. They're guessing about what I'm eating and drinking. They're analyzing my data. They're speculating on my love life and intelligence and the potential for shifts in my body chemistry. I don't mind the Google advertising revenue, but the t-shirts and greeting cards are a little much.

Microsoft Full Body 4, Service Pack 3

I downloaded the latest service pack from Microsoft. Automatically. First day. I shoulda known better.

I'm supposed to have better immunity from Capistrano Wren Flu, but I came down with a cold and I'm sore all over. No fever, though.

My moods are running hot and cold, although when I'm calm I'm rock solid.

After this download I'm running spell checkers constantly. Why? Because I'm now mildly dyslexic. And I stutter a little (funny to run into everyone stuttering at the call center). But my chess game seems to be improving quickly. As are my billiards and tennis games. The arthritis in my knee isn't bothering me, but that doesn't mean it isn't there.

When I docked for my morning checkup (sitting on the toilet) I learned my blood pressure is fine. Don't ask me how it checked my glaucoma, but my intraoccular pressure is fine too.

I'm now seeing better than 20/20. But I see double when I wake up. Small price to pay since I can get UltraHighDef TV under my eyelids, and you've never seen pro football like that before.

It would have been nice if they'd told me my pacemaker and liver pill are incompatible with this release. I may have to upgrade.

I just wish they'd test this stuff better. And lower the monthly subscription fees. At least the justice department isn't giving Microsoft a hard time anymore. Open Source is looking pretty good.

But I do like the convenience of having all the MS FullBody components in one subscription and one management interface. Structure, Senses, Mind, Immunity, Metab, Sex, and Glamour.

I don't use all of it, but when I do it all works together.

And tech support is getting better too.

Music, music, music.

I wanted to be musical. I saw all these other people who could rock at the drop of a hat. Or play a blues riff in a baroque style. It was like they could think in this language I couldn't follow or see in colors I couldn't see.

First, a little gene therapy to amp my music cognitive capacity. Bonus: I'm now better in math and spacial visualization. I follow up with the Juilliard Open Source Curriculum, slamming my way through theory and practicum.

I jack in at night to build muscle memory while I sleep. My arms, hands and shoulders are tired when I get up, but I just think about an arpeggio and I'm doing it.

I added the new Apple iPod, the cochlear implant one. 500,000 tracks from around the planet. Once in a while it sticks and I can't get a song out of my head - literally. When talking to it doesn't work, I just gently bang my head against a door.

So I'm playing music now, making friends.

I'd like to dance...