Monday, December 1, 2025
New apps on Horizon Plus.
Into the Radius. A premium title! Tried the app. Obfuscation. This confirms my opinion that Arizona Sunshine is the only shooter VR app I will ever need. If I could have onky one, it would be Arizona Sunshine Remake.
Tactical Assault. Awful. Just awful.
I got a bunch of free apps. A mixed reality version of Battleship but using spaceships instead of marine naval ships.
Paradiddle. It is one of those apps that I regret hesitating to get it for even one second. I hesitated fora entire day. I hesitated because of the $29 price tag. I had a moment.
Initially, I set up a snare drum, two to drums and a bass drum. No floor to. I thought I didn't need it. Then I thought, why not. I got a floor tom with just a click. It was fast and it was free and really is more like the physics of the afterlife than in this life. In real life I would have had to put on a jacket, go to a musical instruments store and get a floor tom which could be $200. I got one right away and for free! No having to put on a jacket and go to a store and get one.
Allan Holdsworth. That's fusion drumming. The song, Letters of Marquee. That's a great song to play drums to. Jazz is mostly improvisation. I doubt I got it exactly 100% right. Who cares? There's no one listening except me anyways. Not that I know of.
There is technology where a webmaster can remotely see the VR player rendered in approximate full form avatar, not just the hands and head. One VR app called The Duplicates is like that. You go into a room, do whatever and then when it restarts, you stand at a remote point and see what you did. They are not even trying to hide that technology. It exists!
Paradiddle has 4 virtual worlds. The best one is the jazz lounge. The second best is the dojo for a more chill and relaxed vibe.
My drumming is between 2 and 3 out of 5.
1 - beginner
2 - proficient
3 - not bad at all
4 - playing at local bars
5 - Live at Budokan!
As I was throwing out my old bedsheet replacing it with a new one, the demi joint fell out of the old bedsheet. It was on the side of the bed, trapped in one of many incidental folds.
I smoked some of it in a pipe. It was shake and not bud. You could taste it right away. If you haven't smoked for a month and you smoke a shake joint, that will do it.
"Sheeeeeeet, it's Friday night, and I'm stoned again!" Stephen King
I'll give Into the Radius and Tactical Assault whish has the last ten letters in common with the phrase, sexual assault which is quite discomforting.
Overlooking that, it seems like a top seller. It's really not as good as Arizona Sunshine. But what the hell. It's free.
I have a massive psychological problem that I want to discuss. A couple of them.
One is I have an eidetic memory and the curse of that is an encyclopedic knowledge of names of porn stars over the decades going back to the 80s. Sometimes I see a name, what the hell, this name, that name, I'm not going to get into it. I feel an intrusive and unwanted thought, "Hey, that's the name of some porn star. Ugh! Why do I have to think that constantly?"
I wonder if I have brain damage.
Whenever I wonder if I had brain damage, I think of Emily Carr. She was in England in 1895 and she thought that she had brain damage so much so that she checked into a sanitorium. She talked to one of the female patients about this and the patient said, "Brain damage nothing. You have a tongue sharp enough to mow the lawn.
Well, it could be worse. At least I don't have an encyclopedic knowledge of porn names that goes back to the 1930s. How wretched would that be?
The other psychological problem is that women seem to think I'm queer. That's because I'm good looking and am never seen with a woman. A woman on the TV show Matlock recently said that she doesn't trust men who are attractive but unattached hinting at some psychological problem. The settings of the physics of this dimension can bring about such insufferable energy jangles and therefore does a number on everyone.
I'm really looking forward to the afterlife. I hope I make it to heaven. I hope that I pass my life review. Passing it is critical to making it to heaven.
One lady used the word "goofy". Another lady uses the word "ferries" and "fruitflies" and "bugs" often. And another lady used the word "broccoli" and "fruit".
For anyone who knows, these words are lexicon used in the homosexual underworld.
I'm not queer. I once spoke with a neighbour in the hotel who was actually queer. I told him that I think women think that I am queer. He said that he didn't think so because a queer would hang around other queers and often.
I am 100% hetero. I'm not even bi.
If those ladies think I'm queer, I'd say, "Don't ever lose that imagination."
This town is just awful. Some of the women are just awful.
If those ladies think I'm queer, I don't see it as a insult because some of the best people are queers. They live with honour and thoughtfulness. Unlike some people who aren't queer.
