February 4th, 2002

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Superbowl Sunday

I found a PC based "Dance Dance Revolution" ripoff yesterday that lets you program in your own mp3s. Downloaded all the songs in that format from 3rd, 5th, and 6th edition DDR, although I found that some of these are synced better than others. Dissected those to learn why, and picked up their scripting language in the process. Spent all night applying this to a videogame remix I had downloaded to assure myself it's possible to sync well to mp3s in this fashion, for this is required on a project I'm developing.

When I say "sync well in this fashion", I mean it doesn't embed signposts or mark the file in any way, merely stores an offset value and BPM setting in another file. Which doesn't strike me as the most stable way of doing things. So, I dug up a program which extracts BPM settings from a file, accurate to one hundredths of a beat. Without that kind of accuracy, things will start off synchronized but slowly drift apart. So, automating that helped a lot. But finding the offset value is still manual trial-and-error, and more trouble than it's worth. Still, it did everything I hoped for, and the results were rock solid. At least on my computer, which isn't anything close to the target platform.

End Result: One day completely wasted by senseless distraction, and the knowledge that putting in music I've written (and buying a laptop with TV output and two dancepads) would make me very popular at parties.

(Side Thought: Our children probably won't need DJs to work their wedding receptions. That functionality will be built into the hall.)

So, yeah. I hear there was a game or something.
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...and while we're on the subject

Let me just state for the record that we as Americans flaunt our ignorance by continuing to call it "Football" when that title so clearly belongs to the sport we call "Soccer."

The rest of the world gets it. Are we really this stupid?
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Another day, another dollar. And another.

8:45pm. A memory calls out from below the surface, the clock it's trigger.

9:00pm. This thing I can't remember has grown urgent, clawing wildly at the sides of my brain in a desperate attempt to get out by any means necessary. It occurs to me I might be posessed.

9:15pm. Oh, yeah. My rentals have accumulated another late fee.

...after all that buildup, I kind of hoped for something bigger.
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That's not right.

...and now it's 10:30. I'm not having fun, so why's the time flying?

Must go eat lunch now.

(There it goes again! Nine minutes passed while I typed those two sentences. I think my clock needs to lay off the cappuccino....)
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