The Obvious: Advertisers are sad on Facebook.

I'm not pretending to be a genius. I follow hunches and sometimes I'm right.
And sometimes, even hunches and feelings are so palpable that I can't stand reading and re-reading the obvious n times over.

When Aulia writes a post about people confusing Facebook Connect and actual Facebook login, I'm amused, a discussion ensues.
When I read all over the web people debating about whether or not Google Buzz will be the new black, I'm interested, nobody really know what will happen.
When I keep on reading over-long reports about how it's difficult to make money from ads on SNS, I get angry, because it's OBVIOUS!

SNS are communication and sharing tool. Communication and sharing tool. Communication and sharing tool. I write it three times because some people seem to have trouble getting it.
For the same reason I don't wear t-shirts with a detergent's logo on it, even if it's free, I am not interested in clicking on the monkey flash banner while uploading my status.
I do not want people erupting in the middle of my conversations and try to sell me things (the leaflet guy, his job is hard because he's one hell of an intrusive disturbance), I do not want the same thing happening in the middle of an online exchange.
And no, sorry even if it's really targeted, I still do not want to make the effort to move my mouse over your link and click it. Bad for my tennis-elbow.

No I'm not alone on this one, and yes please you can stop developing about how you're disappointed your multifunction screwdriver is not doing that well on Facebook.

We are now back to talking to each other, you advertisers have to face the reality about it and remember what sells in a world where people are not hooked behind a one way media like TV : good products.

Easy macro with a camera phone

I love shooting mostly everything I find attractive with my cellphone.  I've got an LG "Viewty".
To be honest, the interface is pretty horrible, but the camera is good, and for what I shoot I save a lot of money over a more complex tool.

Until recently though, I found myself extremely frustrated when trying to do close-ups. A cell phone zoom is almost always the worst thing that can happen to your picture, and I was tempted to look for an old dvd player to dismount in order to cannibalize its lens (yes it can work as a close up lens)

Recently, as a recent gift, I was given a Jelly Lens. I'm not advertising for them, but what you can do with the macro lens is pretty neat.
Get yourself one if you are interested and, as long as you mind the lighting, you've got yourself a very useful new toy.
Here is an example of what I did with it, don't hesitate and share your work :)


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6 things I learned about God and The Angels watching the movie Legion

I've been so ignorant about God and His angels...
Until last night.

Truly, Legion has given me such an insight about how the skies works, and I would feel egoist not to share it with you.

Let's start :

1. Armageddon takes place in the US

It sort of make sense. They have, after all, the best media resources in the world. I would be Him, I would definitely count on that to launch my big scale purification and get broadcast worldwide, showing them heathens what's coming at them.
Funny though that the savior of mankind has to be from around Vegas. Why not Mongolia? We will never know.


2. His means are limited

I would have thought that if He wanted to exterminate human race, he would just have to snap his fingers. Watching movies in general and Legion in particular made me understand that He can not interact directly with our existence, especially in the US, which He's tried to bombard with meteors, deadly viruses, Japanese rampaging monsters and dinosaurs since a little while now.
So in Legion, humans will have to cope with the Spider Ice Cream Man. Of course He fails, again.

3. He has a complex and troubled personality

I understand that. Frankly. I mean, you can't face the infinity of the multiverse and all its quantic possibilities as your every day routine without losing it a little. A simple technical requirement sheet can drive me nuts for a week and He had to deal with the Platypus' blueprints.
So when, in the end of the movie _spoiler_ you hear Michael telling Gabriel "You gave Him what He wanted, I gave Him what He needed", try not being to hard on Him. He's got a complex and troubled personality.Platypus.

4. He's a really good decision maker, roots for shoe lace budget

Say, you are Him and one evening you realize that humans just came across gunpowder, what would you do? I can see the scene clearly when he calls a dispatch for immediate meeting with all the executives, and introduces gunpowder as the today agenda. I can imagine Michael, always thinking fast but somewhat vertically suggesting: "We could cancel the chemical property of gunpowder so it doesn't detonate anymore, hence preventing humans from killing each other."
Then He would reply "That's a good practical solution, Mikey, but I've got better. We keep the gunpowder (and everything that go boom) as a mean of growth control from now on, that will prevent us to plan another "great end of all things" for some times. And with the cut into the Armageddon budget, I got you angels a little something... BULLET PROOF WINGS!!"
Shinyyyyyyy!

5. Angels are from Sparta, their uncle is McGuyver, their landlady is Lex Luthor.

Except that normal Spartans generally dine in Hell. But these ones got promoted with, as an addition to the standardized spartan armor, the...bullet proof wings (shiny) and the Swiss Army Spiked Club. That's actually the McGuyver genes talking here (along with the fog horn). This tool is the Dremel of the warriors, you can unfold the spikes, extend them, rotate the head (practical if you need a very very sharp eggbeater) and sprout a long pointy bit from the top of the shaft, all that by only pressing a few button on the handle, order now by calling our toll-free number. The first angel to have tried it must still have a bad leg from the first time he sneezed while holstering it.
Then yes, they seem to live in the evil lair of Lex Luthor, high on the mountain. I'd give you the photos from Google Maps but I'm too tired.

6. A human possessed by an angel turns into Christopher Walken.

That's because of the teeth. Have you ever watched Sleepy Hollow? Actually it's a good move from Him, since hey, minions of the final destruction have to be creepy and, frankly, have you taken a good look at Christophep Walken without being creeped out?

Here is just for the comparison:

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Well, this movie is slightly less hilarious than Dogma, pretty funny that is. Don't hesitate and go watch it.

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[AVATAR] I'm A Proud Intolerent Racist, YAY !

I swore to myself I wouldn't be talking about Avatar, here is an epic fail.

Here I want to rant. I just read Some see racist theme in alien adventure 'Avatar' and it's not making any sense to me.

Let me destroy the argument.

But [Robinne Lee] said the film, which so far has the second-highest worldwide box-office gross ever, still reminded her of Hollywood's "Pocahontas" story — "the Indian woman leads the white man into the wilderness, and he learns the way of the people and becomes the savior."

"It's really upsetting in many ways," said Lee, who is black with Jamaican and Chinese ancestry. "It would be nice if we could save ourselves."

Oh right. So there is a movie exploiting one of the oldest theme ever, and just because now everything is about PC (politically correct), it's becoming upsetting? The Na'Vi are a small tribe, deeply connected with nature, they have accomplished all that mankind could accomplish in probably 2000 more years, and they are peaceful. They chose harmony over technology, they chose to NOT rule nature, they are powerless against pure destructive power and pure human cruelty first because they don't know the concept, and second because they haven't been shipped the handling book. What the hell is wrong with a dude from outside deciding to show them how to do it?

You sir, do not seem to travel a lot, come over my place and I'll show you some real chunks of cultural shock. You won't believe it (I love it).

Here is another nauseating comment (in here):

As Left-wing conceits go, this one surely tops all the others: the ethnic Na’vi, the film suggests, need the white man to save them because, as a less developed race, they lack the intelligence and fortitude to overcome their adversaries by themselves. The poor helpless natives, in other words, must rely on the principled white man to lead them out of danger.


What a triumph of PC, what a triumph for blindness and self disgust! Yes the Na'Vi are a less developped race, lacking intelligence and fortitude, of course they are, but only if you chose to see them like that! So they don't have iPhones and bulldozers, they don't have machine-guns, they don't have the Bomb... they are inferior, right? Oh right, they don't seem to ever get sick, they can communicate with mostly everything (so long, facebook) even with the dead, they are happy and they are tough, but it doesn't seem to count.

They rely on the white man? I thought they relied on the only dude who knew about the other dudes plans to obliterate their home. I could be wrong, yes, maybe in the movie I've missed the scene where someone says "Oh yes we need to believe him because you know, he's white".

Or are you just regretting all the blood our ancestors have shed in the name of civilization and don't wanna be reminded anymore?

Let's play a game. Let's change the hero, replace him by, say, Will Smith. Does it change anything? I don't think so, the Na'Vi are still blue. Ok, let's spice it up, let's put some Na'Vi on the human side, and give them all guns and ipods. And let the Na'Vi build a Death Star to eliminate the human invaders and smite them to smitereens.
Oh...wait...It's not the same...MOVIE anymore.

What would you chose to represent harmony and peace with nature? I'd chose a tribe in the forest over a gang of armed rebels. Sorry, I'm racist, I would love to live like them, get rid of all the techno crap all around me and talk to my horse the way they do. Forgive me.

And the best for the end, here


…Commander Quaritch (leader of the mission) says to Jake, “you’re going to get your real legs back”…Yet this piece of dialogue overlooks a fact that’s glaringly obvious: Jake still has his legs! Yes, he has a disability, but what’s the problem with his legs and/or wheelchair? The commander is implying that there is something not just physically, but morally, wrong with Jake’s disabled legs and wheelchair use: it is unacceptable in the military for a soldier to be disabled and, moreover, to show it.

Ok, Jake you still have your legs! You can't do shit with them, but at least, you know, you still have them, and boy, to turn you in a monster killing machine in a battlefield, that's such an asset! And I'm sure you're happy to still have them even if later on you'll go as far as switching bodies to get rid of the dead weight.
Sad to say, I won't type really well with paralyzed fingers, and if some idiot told me I'm still lucky to have them attached, I'd throw my elbow at his face.

So, critics, people, read:

Men and women are different
Being and healthy is cool and old and sick sucks
Bing short makes it hard for you to play basketball
Some people have different skin color
Colonization has killed civilizations
Some people hare happy without ipods

Now, if you see the word 'inferior', you put it there by yourselves. Sorry.

But I liked the movie, and agree with the (old) storyline. So I must be the intolerant racist.

So be it.

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Google Real-Time Search, Trends and Bad Timing, Lose Your Money for Free.

Yes, Google Real-Time Search is a ground breaking milestone in the online and social media marketing field.
Yes Google Real-Time Search will allow you, online marketers, to address a user as soon as he opens his virtual mouth.
And yes, if it goes wrong, you'll waste a cartload of money.

Let me explain.

There are two things that haven't changed since business is business, and to my mind will gain importance as the potential buyer is getting increasingly well informed: the sales funnel, and the trends.

The buying cycle can be grossly resumed to:

  1. Attention
  2. Interest
  3. Conviction
  4. Desire
  5. Close
Real-Time Search (I'll call it RTS), could be used to influence the buyer at the following levels
  • Attention: I want blue shoes, I tweet it and directly I get the add about it.
  • Interest: I want blue shoes, and I see the community has got the world about it as well, it might be worth a try.

Of course, after the closing step, it's always a good idea to see the users' feedback and collect their busy little minds to improve products and services.

Here there is seemingly no problems. Except that now everybody is going to know everything about everybody else at anytime, comes the problem of the trends.
You probably remember, and still see every year, the nasty 'uber toy of this summer', launched via an avalanche of tv commercials and probably mass mind control from Soviet Russia.
Well some people don't buy them. They see it, giggle, hesitate and then... walk away from it.

Other example, the movie 2012. Every single facebook friend of mine was aching to see the movie, and every single one got so desappointed they asked for their money back.

In the summer toy case, you will confront yourself to a mass of people thinking "Yes, mmm, Bwahaha...no".
In the 2012 case, a single huge mass of user will violently switch from "YEAH MOAR!!" to "Meh...regrets..."

In both case, knowing beforehand what they plan to do at the moment they express their plan will not really be useful. You won't attract more 2012 audience, and you won't get to sell more summer toys.
What you could do though, is spend some more of this buget too fast, producing merchandizing or increasing your tv adds... for nothing, and switching your focus and efforts on something useless.
In short, a trend needs time to develop, and turn a fail fad into a new hotness.

I wouldn't get into RTS marketing without keeping in mind that sometimes, timing is about waiting.

So, yeah...wait and see :D


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Sleepless

Beep.

It never does that. Why tonight ?

Beep.

It won't stop.

Beep.

All right, I understand. I need to get up and replug the ungodly machine. A handset. I thought I had tamed it quite long ago, connectivity, multimedia volume, whatever. Tonight, just tonight it doesn't want to stay still, and a bad contact on the charger makes it beep every other minute...

I wouldn't mind otherwise, but my eyes won't open, my legs are heavy and my jaw hurts so bad I feel my teeth being slowly pushed out of it. And I really need to sleep, every single minute counts, I really need to sleep.

Beep.

My glasses are nowhere, my room is a dark blur. Follow the light Danny.

Beep.

SHUT UP ! Here, fixed. Back to bed.

I am dripping wet, I've been sweating a river. Drinking several liters of water during the day can't get me quenched, but hell, by night it makes me King Of Sweatville. No way I'd go for a shower, everything is so messy in my sleepy head I could drawn in the bathroom. Sleep, sleep, sleep.

Clang.

The guy next door. He was gone, now back. Fat chance Mr Heavylids, this one is the noisy type. Slams the doors, stomps the floor, his tinkly keyring announcing the venue of the Fairy Hangover.
As usual, as soon as he enters his room, he fires up the TV. Sometime I wonder if he carries his remote around to turn the noisebox on before unlocking his lair. Sometimes I wonder why the hell he doesn't turn the damn thing off when he leaves the place. Yet another candidate for the home global warming contest. Not that he cares, he has a fan. I know he does, since I hear it spinning from my bed. All night, along with the night workers's hammer bangs from the construction site a block away.

Krkrkrkr.

Now now. Mister has the munchies. Cheetos or whatever. Fumbling in the plastic bag. Krkrkrkr.
I try to relax. After all I was sleeping sound before he came back, there is no reason I couldn't do it again.

The funny paradox is the wall separating our rooms.
Probably thirty centimeter of concrete. When I try the neighbor Morse code and throw whatever end of my limbs at it in order to express a polite yet determined request for him to respect the "shut up after 2 a.m." curfew, it has for sole consequence to wake me up a little more. Pain. Enters the paradox : no I can hear him burping.
Behind my closed eyes, colored shapes are moving, I feel myself slowly sinking... do that... sleep, sleep, sleep.

Beep Beep Beep

What now ? Text message, at three in the morning ? Whoever is sending it, I pledge to spend my credits up the the very last one in the kind of bible-long reply you can type with a touch-screen keyboard and a cut-paste function.
Or maybe it's important. An accident ? At that time of the night, you never know. I'd better check it out.

From : Colleague -7.30 p.m. -
"I am waiting for you in the lobby"

This one got tangled in the network, and since it was late already it probably decided to have a coffee break before getting in my phone. My phone, my evil phone from hell, plotting against my sweet nights of rest.

Burp.

Now, I have a choice. Try asking politely One Man Band Noisinsky next door to kindly stop any sound-disturbance-generating-activities, snap as soon as he moves a muscle and behead him with his own door handle, or read a book.

Wait, I am a white guy, in Jakarta, in the middle of a place I'd better not describe. TV-Dude doesn't really scare me, he is small, bony, drowsy... What scares me is the posse I'd gather if I'd begin shouting.
Dear Santa, this year I would like a flame thrower.

Burp.

Doctor, give him a Book, quick, we are loosing him.

One day. I will sleep.
One day.


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Tabloids Never Die. Privacy Does -Megan Meier related-

[UPDATE] : The link to another article on wired, as last time, interesting comments.

Yes, yes, yes there are much blogs over the web discussing this sad story. But god I'm still mad.

Two post below you already can read about it, how mad I feel.

Unfortunately it's not getting any better. The debate is shifting, the debate has shifted, from a point where everybody was so sad for little Megan, to a point where everybody was so angry at the Vile Perpetrators, to this and this.

This website is the most awesome slice of horse manure I've stumbled upon since ages.

Mind you, I've been browsing the Web for more or less 10 years now, and I've seen disgusting things, revolting things, and these posts are in my top 10.

They give themselves the pseudonyms of "Exposer" or "Fighter", and they think are the heralds of truth and justice. Under the cover of I don't know what kind of devious moral, they walk all over the private life of persons who'd probably be better of left alone, be them victims or offenders.

Not only they are coming out with ugly templated tabloid-like blogs, not only the content goes as far as reporting supermaket encounter, home family talk and other lame-candies, but they are making a MAJOR mistake.

These irresponsible self proclaimed truth seekers are airing the accused couple's PHONE NUMBER ! I am losing my french here, you just don't do that !

You are actually encouraging as many people as can to behave exactly as the "predators" you brag about denouncing on your ugly page ? Have you lost your common sense if you ever had any ?

There are actually many websites about internet security awareness, may it be technical or common, hoaxbusters, honeynets, HITB, Safety.com, wiredsafety... many are professional at heart and I'd get miserable reading your cowbows blogs if I were one of these website's admins.

So, here and now, for the obvious rage, devious moral, call for hate, privacy disclosure and tabloidism, I let the word know that cyberpath blog and theexposer blog are thrown in my shamelist under the "not even funny" tag.

And I'll make sure that my friend's kids keep away from these places.

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Bloggers turn into mob terrorists -Megan Meier Related-

I can't seem to get on with the "wisdom of the masses", I just can't. After all, what differentiate us from ants and bees is that we are sentients as individuals...

Long post, so, as usual I'll use bulletpoints.

  • Megan Meier's case is all over the web since someone has divulged names the press ket anonymous.
  • The case is surrounded by heinous mob like behavior.
  • People still don't understand that the real problem is not Internet, which is a medium, but the bullies themselves.
  • Take care of your kids.

Now there is this story, running all over the web. About this poor 13-year-old girl, Megan, who did something she really shouldn't have done, hanging herself that is, after having been cyber bullied, receiving heinous messages on her myspace page.

That's a sad case. We see here that the growth of technology and communication doesn't help when it comes to rabid bullies. Especially when the bullies are grown adults.

So, yes, my cyber-consolations to the family. Sad stuff.

Wait.

I'm not done yet and actually I'm quite furious. Since some smartasses found right to divulge the name of the aforementioned presumed bullies, while the paper where the story first appeared did it's journalistic professional job by protecting the incriminated ones. ( Cyber-wanabe-detective score 1, individual freedom 0.)
Yet, more frightening are the comments left on the article I just linked to, these writings make me think of angry mob looking for a fresh lynchee.

Some people there are pleasing themselves with their personal investigations and, quoting themselves as "people closely following the case" are airing informations that should be left confidential, nope, left alone. Who are them to reconstruct the case before the whole world's eyes ? Are them from the police or the government ? Are they just average joes trying to have their ten minutes of glory ? Well, I don't really care since what they are doing is nothing but a bid for personal fame through personal and dubious investigations. Where I come from , France, they could be sued for either breaking professional secrecy or for "appeal to social hate" or something like that. Do they, and the people reacting on the website, even know all the details of the case ?

We are on Internet though, and there is nothing much to do, I just call them terrorists : their own method for their own ideals against whatever may come, shall it be personal privacy, common sense or the law, "hang'em" in texto.


Just for the sake of it, I'll give my point of view, looking at the story with some more distance :

A teenager commit suicide. According to these figures , it happened broadly 4 600 times over the year 2004 in the US. That's more than 10 plane crash.

Given these figures, what else do we know ?

  • We are all conscious of the teenage violences (or are we ?), may them be moral or physical.
  • Bullying get have extreme consequences.
  • Harassment methods follow the technology (phone harassment, without a phone ? What about SMS harassment ?)
  • Young teens DO need attention

I am sorry to write that, but given all objectivity, this case is not really something new. Adults are involved, yes, but we are not even sure of who really sent the heinous messages...

What about the girl's environment ? Did she really get all the attention she needed ? Was her Internet browsing monitored ? Did she have other relational problems ?

Did she see someone ? Yes you read me, did she see a shrink ? When you come to kill yourself because of a bunch of written insults on a web page, it is clear that you must have shown some signs of depression before.

The real problems are coming in with these questions. People still don't know much about teen's behavior, neither do they about the Web. This, more than anything, is to be taken in consideration.
Had the girl been advised to blacklist the bully or to create a new account, what would have happened ?

Let me be clear on that : I don't intend to decrease the responsibility of the perpetrator, what this or these persons did doesn't have a name and is clearly disgusting.

However it only represents one side of the problem, hanging them will not change anything, and playing cyber cowboy will only make the problem worse since it only show Netizen's lack of responsibility and depth of view.

Beside, people are dying everyday, and nobody cares before it gets quoted in some paper. This sad reality is even more painful to look at when you see that, for a monstrous behavior, people react as monster. Hang'em.

Why don't you guy unite and organize a huge fund raising, and then fund a teenagers internet watch-and -educate association ?
It is much more complicated than just lynching a couple of disturbed guys, but opposed to the latter, it might eventually have a positive result.


Here also comes a debate: bloggers have been granted press protection, that's already famous. But here and now I really come to wonder if this precedent is a good thing, since being a journalist is a full time job implying the use of a given etiquette, and these people being completely disrespectful of it.

I might conclude with a some hints for you parents :

- Monitor your kid's activities
- Teach them not to believe what's written by a complete stranger on a notoriously messy social networking website. (don't take candies from a stranger)
- Keep in mind that internet can be armful and that a 13, 14,17 year old or even above is still a kid...
- Internet is a medium, meaning that you'll find the same people doing the same things as in real life, plus the cover of anonymity, remember that.

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So ends the BCS

Just a little word to say I'm back to business after the BCS. Good big fat conference with very interesting topics. Captivated by the DDoS scandinavian case and mind blown (literally) by the Grucq and Fiodor Yaroshkin, whose speeches were way above my understanding.

I learned many thing there, amongst these are the fact that i MUST use gel for my hair, that hotel food can actually be more than correct and that all universities should move in to 5 stars hotels and turn their programs in a neverending conference, so I could have a PhD and free food in the same time.
Of course I also learned the importance of NTP in IT forensics, the way to visualize log files without nosebleeds and that I'd better learn everything about IPv6 as soon as possible, for, people, it's coming sooner than you think.

I'm also positively reinforced in my opinion that Geeks are Teh Powah. All these speakers were professionals with many years of experiences, and no one ever got cocky or braggy. I can assure you that they know how to joke and they know how to have fun, pictures soon.

Big huge deep fried hail to Fiodor, Ben, Raphy, Der Mighty Grugq, Roberto, Frederick, Cedric and all the froggy french gang and big thanks to evil Zboralski for the whole stuff.

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Of bottles, cats, and good video games.

Long story, bullet points needed :

  • Being a gamer is about instinct
  • Good games are made for cats
  • Fun is where you find it
  • Not liking Quake 3 doesn't make you a bad gamer

I love Video Games.

I've been playing them since I was 7, beginning with a SEGA master system, mind boggled by such awesome graphics and sounds, and I haven't changed with the years.

However, my way to get hitched to a particular game has rather evolved since then, graphics are the least I care about.

I had, in the beginning, something to do with instinct. When I was offered to chose between the very first episode of Sonic the Hedgehog and a rather nice but not quite half the fun adaptation of Asterix, I didn't decide upon which one was best looking or fastest scrolling, Sonic just felt good.

Since then, I can say that I rarely screwed up choosing a game, even when it was an obscure and almost unknown title, I'd make the right choice. My rule of the thumb is simple : try the game for 10 minutes maximum. If you don't wanna jump up and down of excitement, don't buy it.

That said, when I am browsing gaming community bulletin boards around the web, I often stumble across this killer statement : "You are not a true gamer."

What in the world is a true gamer ? Well here is my own personal point of view : A cat.

Have you ever remarked how cats tend to play with almost everything ? If it sounds or looks or moves nice enough, Mr Cat will spend minutes playing with it, may it be its own tail, he does not care.

The point being : cats knows how to extract the fun from where it lyes, and so do Gamers.

My ADD has led me to behave more or less like the fluffy ones, either sleeping or playing. Here is an example :

Come into my room and you'll find an empty whiskey bottle.

Well, I don't drink alcohol (anymore), and I am not a bottle collector, so why the hell is this bottle in my room ? Just for fun boss, just for fun. Ever heard of "bar juggling" ?
That's where the fun is, in a bottle.

A bottle doesn't have a good VGA card.

A bottle doesn't have surround sound.

A bottle doesn't have amazing cut scenes (unless you smash it in you own hand, then the intrinsic dramatic intensity unleashes).

A bottle can let you play with it until you feel your arms falling off.

Just now I went for a smoke, and my buddy and I had a ten minute broom-balancing-on-your-finger session, that's what fun is about.

When I choose a video game, I follow the same scheme as when I chose a "toy". What about the instant fun, the replayability, what will it demand from my actual skills ? When I play it, will I be completely absorbed by it ? Will I improve any of my "real life skills" with it ? Will it influence my mood in a positive way ? What about creativity ? And the most important : Does it challenge me ?

In short, to my mind, a good game is supposed to let you do things your way, to let you experiment as you like and give you the possibility to do a bit more than what it's supposed to.

Like a bottle.

A Gamer will be the natural counterpart to such a game, for she will look for "What can I do more that just following the line ?".

Like a cat.

Sadly enough, I have found only few games matching the criteria above. I have found only few games that immerse me so deeply that I'll forget to sleep or to eat.

You are already thinking that World Of Warcraft could do the trick, since people can even suffer from dehydration as a consequence of playing it too much.

But no, the rush for XP and virtual fame isn't appealing. Once I leave the game, I've gained nothing. My mood is not better, and I won't carry anything "outside" the game. And for the taking I'm not looking for an alternate life.

In the other hand, Quake 3 Arena is, according to my standards, an awesome load of fun. You want to be a basic berserker, off you go, you want to find the unreachable place in the map, find a way to stand on it and be a sleazy sniper, be free. You don't need to be a shooter expert to have instant in game fun, the multiplayer mode is thrilling and there are plenty of mods available. Quake 3 is still played by many people.

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Another game that caught my attention is Toribash. I've always like the "beat em up" genre, since when it's well done it appeals to real life skills such as reflexes and timing. I've never seen a good real life fighter being bad at fighting games.
Toribash basically let you do anything you want to. The learning curve is a bit tough, but once you understand the concept, you can have a win over long time players. You will never find a guy who's able to do an instant kill because he
has built his avatar with XP steroids. The same move always cause the same amount of damage. As in real life, a garden wrestler will suffer deep humiliation versus a professional boxer but feel at ease against a total newbie; and a fast learner will climb to the top aided only by it's understanding.

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These game both have a very basic technical level, no real eye or ear candy, but a rock solid gameplay that let the player evolve by himself.

Last but not least, it's also a question of taste.

How can you play a game that doesn't match your tastes ? How can you blame someone not playing something she just doesn't like ?
I've been reading comments sounding like : "You don't like Mario/Resident Evil/Quake 3, then you probably don't like video games"

What if I am tired of seeing a plumber and his clique having taken over my game console in a kart, on a basketball/soccer/tennis/golf field or in a fighting game since 1984 ? What if zombies are in my opinion the worst and stupidest element to include in any medium ? What if I hate guns, real or virtual ?

Well, in fact, nothing is wrong about it, I won't harass you if you don't eat meat, and you won't harass me if I don't like Mario, and we'll give each other a break.

I think I've said it all, I'm back to my bottle, have some serious juggling to do.

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