13 posts tagged “.tiff”

The Destructoid community wins again.

There are two podcasts that Destructoid records weekly: Retroforce Go! (Retro Gaming News) and Podtoid (Gaming News and Criticisms, the one I am on). Be forewarned that both are as explicit (not necessarily from yours truly, but some pretty crass stuff is said) as they are intelligent, informative, and entertaining should you care to listen.

Retroforce Go! has managed to convince their fans to write game-related haikus, allotting many a chuckle-worthy 17-syllable poetic moments. Half joking, Anthony suggested that podtoid fans write Shakespearian sonnets to one up the Retroforce crew. Not joking, community member Brilliam wrote the following sonnet (along with other poems dedicated to the various members of Podtoid) for me.

Many harts for Mr. Brilliam! You made my evening!

DOT THE TIFFS BUT NEVER CROSS THEM

I found an image file the other day,
Dot-tiff, the file extension that it bore.
I smiled a bit, as I thought of the way
It always seems she really knows the score.

I'm jealous, I am saddened to admit,
Of how she gets to write on gaming's joys.
I'm also quite impressed by all the shit
She seems to put up with the podtoid boys.

And then she wrote that article on chicks
And how they're represented in this scene.
Despite most of the comments made by dicks
She highlighted a trend that's turned obscene.

Soft-spoken, but a font of poignant words,
She's like the El'nor Roosevelt of nerds.

Amidst the wrapping up of a dinner party, Charlie, Apple, Ross, and Husky showed up at my house. My friends and I were heading out for a bar, but my roommate had a bit of work to do so we had some dead time. So, naturally, I busted out the Tako King mask (soon to be a Tako King plush for my number one horndog CTZ).

With all these drastic transitions in my life as I ween away from the cozy pre-graduate years into the real world, it seemed necessary that I'd need a do-altering haircut from BoyLuvGirl in Brooklyn to seal the deal. So it's short now, shorter than it's ever been with the exception of a momentary .tiff-cut from an era long ago. 

I can safely say that I may be a bit behind the times at this, but tonight I signed myself up on Habbo.  Unfortunately, I had little patience this evening to do too much exploring so I only got around to registering an account and creating an avatar (which coincidentally looks a lot more Asian than myself).  I'll admit I'm already quite partial to the isometric pixel environment, but I'm absolutely livid that someone had the nerve to take the user name .tiff.  I mean, come ON.

*blows off steam*  Anyway, any Vox users out there use Habbo?  How the hell do I get started?  Am I mistakingly entering a world of Second Life-esque pain?  Please let me know!

p.s. My username is dot.tiff. Close enough.  I guess.

Last weekend my little sister and I hopped in the car for a long two hour drive to Santa Cruz with little planning other than a few minutes out in the sun and a visit to the old Casino Arcade.  I had originally been to the arcade when I went to SC with pixel7 in the spring, but it was late at night when we went and we only had a few minutes to stop in. 

This time the large room full of arcade cabinets, pinball machines, dance/music games, and laser tag, was filled to the brim with salty tourists from the boardwalk.  I couldn't necessarily tell whether people were just milling in and out aimlessly or whether they were actually playing, but it seemed like there was a good amount of people gaming around.  Along with you're expected DDR's, Time Crisis, and racing games, Casino has a large collection of old pinball machines as well as a pretty large collection of retro gaming cabinets. 

I couldnt help but lust over the retro game section in which they had crowded the last of the Punch Outs and Marble Madnesses together in a dark unlit cavern.  Like a secret treasure trove, the lighted titles gleamed bright in all of their out-dated glory.  Some of them worked perfectly, others blinked rapidly in a seisure-like state. I fawned over the retro art from Gorf and other lost titles.

After many a photo was taken, my sister and I played House of the Dead 4 for a few rounds and then proceeded to get our photo taken in a revised version of the old-timey carnival photo booth.  While walking to the photo section, I noticed this mammoth computer that would calculate your love.  I didn't have anyone to try it with, but I'm sure it's calculating capabilities are as massively successful as it's size.

In light of the sequential nature of my final art project, my friend Pidge gave me an epic-sized graphic narrative work by an artist named Zak Smith.  The title, *ahem* Pictures Showing What Happens on Each Page of Thomas Pynchon's Novel Gravity's Rainbow (phew!), well enough explains the project.  The 760 illustrate pages of the book are rendered in parallel to each of the 760 pages of Thomas Pynchon's novel Gravity's Rainbow, a fascinating project on its own account. 

I briefly fingered through the first 40 out of 760 pages of illustrations, all strange and wonderful and at times so effortlessly fluctuating between the familiar and the abstract.  I had to, unfortunately, restrain myself.  I have not yet read Gravity's Rainbow,  and I sensed that it was important that I should read it  before I became to attached to the images in the book.  Before I put Smith's work to rest, I showed  the first 40 illustrations to Chico.  He marveled at them, and  immediately  thought of incorporating  them into some sort of  piece he could  hang in his house.  He determined he would buy a copy of Smith's work himself, and  this afternoon we headed to Barnes and Noble to  each pick up a copy of  Thomas Pynchon's work.

So now we are on a mission.  We're reading Gravity's Rainbow and then exploring Zach Smith's illustrations.  I think it'll change the pace of things around here.  More page flipping, less button pushing, or something to that extent.  But I'm looking forward to it.  Reading Adventures!  Horray!

What other names did your parents consider for you?

When my parents were deciding on a name for me, my mom's favorite choice was Vanessa while my dad wanted to name me Mercedes after the car he owned at the time.  Neither of them approved of the other's favorite, although I think Vanessa may have worked in some parallel .tiff existence.  I don't know where Tiffany came inbetween those two, but I believe I was named after a figure skater.

Personally, I don't really like the name Tiffany.  It's alright, I suppose, but it makes me think of some lame-o teeny-bopper 80's chick.  I think that's partially why I like to be called 'Tiff' (or .tiff) instead.