Ronald Jenkees, Hallucination Results

Science fiction has taken a creepy and very real turn involving a mother, a dead son, his sperm, and a mexican lady. Just take a look at that at your leisure on your private computer.
     
More recently, Nigerian Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab pleaded guilty for trying to blow up an airplane during the Christmas holiday season of 2009. Nothing like being brought down by a bunch of infidels for having smoke and flame escaping your underwear during the season of the birth of Baby Jesus. He'll need the same dangerous underwear to keep himself safe in prison, especially with with a pretty face like that:

            Moving on, not everyone is familiar with Ronald Jenkees. As recommended per my buddy Joe, Ronald Jenkees is an extremely talented young man that impresses me with his keyboard skills, beat making, hats, and a certain type of quirkiness that you couldn't make up even if you badly wanted to. He has two albums to date, a self-titled album, and another called "Disorganized Fun" (highly recommended). Both have great techno, and a little bit of less-than-serious rap. This video below gives an appropriate sample for his style of play.



This song is called "Throwing Fire"


Oh, and as a follow-up to the Ganzfeld Hallucinations, it worked in a few different ways that I didn't expect.
  For one, it was extremely weird to not know whether my eyes were open or closed. The ping pong balls made it just light enough to feel like my own eyeballs were letting in that scant amount of light that makes it through your eyelids. THIS alone is a very cool reason to try this out.
  Secondly, the auditory hallucination (thanks to white noise) was much more vibrant than the visual experience. I definitely heard music when I was relaxed, visually I saw little. Maybe a few of those translucent specks crossed my plane of vision, but the only things that I truly saw were in the mind's eye, not having anything to do with plain sight.


Post your own hallucination events, techno music references, or dead son sex cell harvesting stories. In the mean time, Rock out with Ronald Jenkees at least one morning this week in the car. You won't regret it.

Ganzfeld Hunt

You wouldn't believe how difficult ping pong balls are to find when you actually (1st world) need them. I mean, any other given time they're just hanging around on hangers next to futuristic squirt guns, cheap non-movable action figures, and flimsy tiara and wand packages in the cereal isle to add to the overstimulated mind of a 3-8 year-old. Oppositely, they hang around next to Solo cups during the back to College sale at Walmart, probably more blatantly obvious than their legal team would like.

Either way, I couldn't find them, and my friend couldn't find them after going to four gas stations. Only after dragging along to numerous gas stations, grocery stores, and dollar marts, did I find them.

Am I going to play ping pong? No. Beer pong? No. Make Kermit the frog eyeballs? No. Hallucinate? Yes.


Wait. What? Did I just write hallucinate? You bet. It's called a Gazfeld Effect/Hallucination, and the basic premise is that if you eliminate or block out one or more sensory inputs, your mind just begins creating them where they should be. By blocking out sight with a ping pong ball chopped in two, and numbing out sound with white noise, the effect is much more likely to work. Here are a few of the more comical testimonials wrapped up into one mini video:



Of course, the fact that they keep shouting out what they're seeing might give it sort of a Ouija board sort of feel, which seems to cheapen the experience.

 If you can get your hands on a halved ping-pong ball and a little bit of white noise, try this out for yourself and post your results in the comments. Worst case scenario is that you tried and got to relax for 30 minutes. And whatever you do, do not turn them into Kermit the Frog eyeballs before you try the experiment, it won't give that same diffuse light effect.

Enjoy!

Buried in a Black Turtleneck: The Late Steve Jobs

I know everyone is going to be writing about Steve Jobs. Seems like the right thing to do, right?

Well, yeah. I can be proud to say that I've grown up on Apple. I remember the red-cushioned wooden bench that me and my brothers used to sit on to play games way before playing games on a computer was cool.

I mean, come on. Picking between a keyboard and mouse  versus a controller was a no-brainer. We wanted the controller, and whatever videogame system we could get, but instead got pirated copies of Mac games [which, back in the day, were made by copying 8 FLOPPY DISKS worth of data for the install disks, and at least 1 play disk.... I get irritated when I have to burn a CD or DVD anymore].

These games were incredible. Prince of Persia, Out of This World, Heart of China, and Indiana Jones: Fate of Atlantis were some of the games my dad's friend Bob sent our way. Any time we'd get stuck at a certain point for more than 20 minutes, we'd beg my dad to call his co-worker on a Sunday to give us that little nugget of information to send us to the next level/continent/room/interaction/weapon.

Anyways, me and my brothers played games that we couldn't relate to anyone about, because no one that we knew had a mac until maybe 5 or 7 years later. What an odd computer bubble. It was like we were home schooled. Come to think of it, the only other place that had Apple computers were the school systems, which were outdated. Because of that, everyone thought I had a crazy-outdated computer that I thought was awesome, and wasn't old at all.

Everyone knows the modern Apple experience. Probably more than me. I haven't touched an iPad yet, and don't own an iPhone.

Thanks Steve Jobs for making it happen. I know you weren't alone at Apple changing technology, but I'm sure your piece of the jigsaw was huge.

Big Wednesday

Good Wednesday morning folks,

                   Thinking about ways to get by in school for the second time around has been an interesting battle. I get too frustrated about finances, and get in one of those moods that seem to turn into me staring blankly at my musical instrument collection thinking about which one has got to go like farm animals during a washout season. 

                    Something always brings me back though. Whether it's someone else's problems, LOL cats, or finding that new album that I can't get out of my head (Wugazi). It all brings me back.

Money sucks.