Author Archives: Filemon

Boy, I sure do love whitewashing this fence!

I’m kind of hooked on Google Image Labeler. I know it’s work that computers cannot do. I know it’s work. I know that despite their best efforts to not be evil, google is exploiting the citizens of the internet as cheap labor. I know that it’s a clever, trickster god method for google to get human beings to label their images for their search engine.

I know all this, and I keep playing it.

How does it work? First, you are matched up with an anonymous partner. Then, you are both shown the same image. You are shown a list of words that are “off limits” if any. For instance an obvious picture of a woman may not allow “woman” as the label, forcing you to recognize the person or get more creative.

You have two minutes to get through as many pictures together as you can. You get points for matching labels, with more points being awarded for labels outside the norm, although I don’t know how they actually judge them. At the end of two minutes, you are shown your partner’s responses, and the sources for the pictures.

I have tried to figure out why this is so compelling. Is it the multiplayer with an anonymous stranger? Is it because it is a “game” that taps the shared unconscious? Is it the opportunity to flex the vocabulary that has languished while I bend aetheric energies to my will? Is it the opportunity to be really snarky with photographs?

There are probably many reasons. But whenever I’m playing it, I feel as if our shared (internet) cultural currency becomes manifest in our responses.

If there is one thing I’ve learned is that I don’t know Josh Brolin from Josh Groban, nor do I know my Hiltons as well as most people do. As a rule, I am horrible with celebrities.

If there is one thing that could be done to improve the “game,” (fingerquotes!) it would be to increase the resolution of the pictures. Sometimes, it’s just too difficult to recognize a screenshot of Ninja Gaiden Sigma when it’s shrunk down to 120 pixels in width.

Also, I think I just played the game with internet presence Cory Doctorow. It may or may not have been him (you can display whatever nickname you want), but I got a kick out of reading the responses. I really should have tagged that one pro wrestling picture with “thinly veiled homosexuality.”

That match would have been awesome.

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Everything is better with lasers attached to it

To be honest, I don’t know what train wreck of reasoning led me to rationalize the purchase of a laser pointer assisted non contact thermometer. I’m still working on that whole, “need versus want” rationale.

Also on my priority action item list is “impulse control,” so that may have explained the ease with which my index finger clicked on the “proceed to checkout” button.

That said, walking around the condo shooting lasers to find out the temperatures of surfaces is amusing. Did I mention that it has a pistol grip? Well, it has a pistol grip. It’s only been a day, but I’m happy with my purchase of the, ahem, Raytek MT4U MiniTemp No-Contact Thermometer with Laser Sighting. The price really was the selling point here, and I got it the next day.

Which was strange, considering I selected super saver shipping. Normally that takes three weeks.

Perhaps now I can think of uses for it, other than finding out what the temperature of the air conditioner is, or how hot different spots on the iBook are, or checking temperatures on hard drives, or graphics processors, or lightbulbs, or the oven heating element.

I think tonight I’ll measure the temperature differences between the different walls in the condo and finally have a scientific measurement of that wall that just feels warm and I have no explanation other than there’s a dead body back there or a portal to the as yet undiscovered but often theorized about nineteenth level of Chinese hell.

Or maybe it’s one of the motors for the elevators in my building.

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The Obsoletes

I have a box labeled, “The Obsoletes.” It’s filled with an older gadgets and whatnot that for some reason, I just don’t use anymore. Going through that box (not as big as you’d think) I found my Casio WQV-3.

It’s a wristwatch camera.

Here is a picture from today, some artwork that I found interesting in a coffeeshop in Rockville.

Greenberry Lithographs

And yes, this is full size.

Initially had a hard time getting it to upload the picture until I slowed down the communication speed on the infrared receiver. For some reason it defaulted to 4000000. After I dropped it down to 9600, I was able to send the pictures to my desktop.

I didn’t have any installation CD for this device at all, fortunately CASIO has a fairly comprehensive drivers page for them. That’s relatively good support for a six year old niche gadget that didn’t sell very well.

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Halo 3: Hilarity Ensues

After slogging through the disappointing single player game, (mostly via inertia from the cliffhanger ending of Halo 2) I have to say that the multiplayer aspect of Halo 3 is the “real” game that I paid money for.

While the single player game brings nothing new to the table, the fact that I can save my multiplayer replays is amazing.  My proposed subtitle for the multiplayer aspect of Halo 3 is the title for this post, and rightly so.

Replays are comedy gold.

That said, here’s my service record.  It’s the same granular statkeeping as Halo 2, which is say, obsessive.  But now it has screenshots from the match.

Which make great if sometimes embarrassing wallpaper.

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The Haloz

In what may be my most public display of nerditry yet, I have just come back from spending part of my lunch break shaking boxes of the Halo 3 Limited Edition box (themselves, encased in plastic boxes) in order to determine whether or not discs have gotten loose in shipping.

Verdict: All of them are loose.

Which means scratched up discs, which means your seventy dollar purchase has to go back to the store for a replacement.

The worst part about this is the fact that I did not, in fact purchase anything, and just walked out of the store, Halo-less.

I was rather tempted by the Super Limited Legendary Edition, which comes in a box about the size of a small laser printer.

Yes, it really is that big.

Update: I just canceled my Amazon order and I’m actually going to head back to that Best Buy and purchase a copy of Halo 3 anyway.

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