Falling Out

Games have come a long way in portraying and simulating reality since those early days with pong, but they are not quite there yet.

I was running around in Fallout and came upon this Raider hideout. They started shooting at me, as Raiders tend to do (I have no idea why. I mean, my character looks totally cute and has pink hair and everything.), so I shot back and killed them all. Except one, who was apparently tending the bar and wanted to do business with me.

The first sign of trouble was when he continued to stress that I should keep quiet so the others didn’t find out, in spite of the fact that I had just blown up two raiders with a grenade not 3 feet in front of him. I then proceeded to take everything on the two dead raiders and sold it to him without him seemingly finding anything wrong with this. I, on the other hand, went “hmmm” and then promptly stripped the entire room of everything not nailed down, including everything in his bar, and sold that to him also. He didn’t seem to have any problem with this either, as far as I could tell. Thus, I did the only logical thing I could think of at this point, which was, of course, to comb the rest of the complex for worthless junk and then sell him that also.

Fun times.

I wonder what he is going to do with all that stuff, half of which was probably his own to begin with, now that all his friends are dead.


I just had Maya crash on me for the Nth time today* and I noticed this little button with the label “Debug”. I wonder now, what exactly is it that I am supposed to debug? Are you expecting me to just have a quick look at the Maya source code; see if I can see anything wrong?

Or maybe Windows XP?

Even funnier: atop the absurdity of someone apparently expecting me to have any chance of making heads and tails of the source-code to a complex piece of software like Maya, is the implied assumption that I’m supposed to actually fix errors in a piece of software that I payed quite a lot of money for.

But enough venting for one day.

*where N is a number between “too bloody many times” and “oh my God, that I don’t believe in, I am going to kill someone soon”