Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to I/O Nightly News.
So it's not really a hack, so go back to playing Tetris, you tiresome obsessives. I've known how to do this for a while, but I don't know of many others who do.
Here's the how-to:
1. Pull up the flash game, assuming it's embedded in a web page.
2. Right click somewhere near (or almost on top of) the flash game, but not on it.
3. Find the option labeled "view source". If this doesn't work, repeat step two.
4. Find in the source of the page ".swf", without the quotes.
5. Post it in your URL and follow it.
5B. Alternatively, if it is a /directory/file or something in that direction, attach it to the end of the site's URL you're on. (e.g: http://www.google.com/flashgames/flashgame.swf)
6. Enjoy your game without distractions or ads!
Desktop Tower Defense 1.5 has been provided as a link here, already set up. Enjoy!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Don't Stop 'Till You Get Enough!
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to I/O Nightly News.
So, with a supreme lack of anything interesting to put here, I'm just going to post a small self-update, and then some funny tidbits concerning Michael Jackson's music.
I finished both the essay and Anna Karenina last night, and I started on Cuckoo's Nest today. Still no sign of chemistry. I'll probably start it tomorrow. Did a little bit of work in Fable, leveled up a little bit, and got some new spells. I also downloaded the demo of The Prince of Persia: Sands of Time, and decided it wasn't much good at all.
Moving on.
Billie Jean, the incredible pop song about a young man who is accused of fathering a child. Funnily enough, you were probably drunk if you had to do your business on the floor.
Beat It, used the world over as a joke to symbolize certain acts of sexual activity. I really don't want to know why you're getting yourself into a knife fight. Just beat it. On the other hand, those sunglasses are really cool. So yeah, let's stay and dance. No more gang wars! All right, Michael! Problem solved!
Scream, the 1995 hit that is currently the most expensive music video to date. Just break some guitars, fly around in now-outdated spaceships, and dance like there's no tomorrow.
Bad, featuring the Beat It people dancing together in a parking garage. You're totally bad, Michael, you in your leathers, you.
Thriller, the most cliched and overused video ever produced. Let's all be zombies and have a wonderful time dancing to the funk of forty thousand years. Everyone likes to wiggle.
Smooth Criminal, the one where we never get an answer from Annie. White suit, white fedora, whole 'lotta violence. And they made a kids' video game out of it.
The Way You Make Me Feel, it really turns me on. Enough said.
Don't Stop 'Till You Get Enough!
I'll stop when I please, thanks.
Yeah, it's not the real thing, but it's close enough. That's a million dollar smile, too.
So, with a supreme lack of anything interesting to put here, I'm just going to post a small self-update, and then some funny tidbits concerning Michael Jackson's music.
I finished both the essay and Anna Karenina last night, and I started on Cuckoo's Nest today. Still no sign of chemistry. I'll probably start it tomorrow. Did a little bit of work in Fable, leveled up a little bit, and got some new spells. I also downloaded the demo of The Prince of Persia: Sands of Time, and decided it wasn't much good at all.
Moving on.
Billie Jean, the incredible pop song about a young man who is accused of fathering a child. Funnily enough, you were probably drunk if you had to do your business on the floor.
Beat It, used the world over as a joke to symbolize certain acts of sexual activity. I really don't want to know why you're getting yourself into a knife fight. Just beat it. On the other hand, those sunglasses are really cool. So yeah, let's stay and dance. No more gang wars! All right, Michael! Problem solved!
Scream, the 1995 hit that is currently the most expensive music video to date. Just break some guitars, fly around in now-outdated spaceships, and dance like there's no tomorrow.
Bad, featuring the Beat It people dancing together in a parking garage. You're totally bad, Michael, you in your leathers, you.
Thriller, the most cliched and overused video ever produced. Let's all be zombies and have a wonderful time dancing to the funk of forty thousand years. Everyone likes to wiggle.
Smooth Criminal, the one where we never get an answer from Annie. White suit, white fedora, whole 'lotta violence. And they made a kids' video game out of it.
The Way You Make Me Feel, it really turns me on. Enough said.
Don't Stop 'Till You Get Enough!
I'll stop when I please, thanks.
Yeah, it's not the real thing, but it's close enough. That's a million dollar smile, too.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
On Essay Writing
Currently, I am in the process of drafting essays for college applications. While I won't name schools, let's just say they're top fifty. One of them has a specialized essay with the preliminary application.
I can't stand prompts. At all.
They're too specific or overgeneralized at times, and personalized ones can easily make you seem like your ego is over-inflated. I'm normally a modest guy, so this makes writing about myself rather tough.
Writer's block can also be a major issue, especially with no timing constraints to be imposed. You simply cannot think sometimes, and so your mind tends to wander. Then your focus slips, and any thought you had is now cast to the wind.
Then you can't think of how to word things, you forget how long it should be, if any limits or suggestions were imposed at all, and eventually, your story tends to meander around a bit, like a bug in a glass cube. Or perhaps the two guys in the following video.
And maybe, just maybe, you're on a deadline, so the whole process is made worse by two parents who are expecting something good for this essay. I'm finishing it now and presenting it to them early tomorrow morning. Or something along those lines. They're pretty upset with me, saying that they just want drafts. I'd like to not catch too much heat for being terrible, even if they're drafts.
Back to the presses.
I can't stand prompts. At all.
They're too specific or overgeneralized at times, and personalized ones can easily make you seem like your ego is over-inflated. I'm normally a modest guy, so this makes writing about myself rather tough.
Writer's block can also be a major issue, especially with no timing constraints to be imposed. You simply cannot think sometimes, and so your mind tends to wander. Then your focus slips, and any thought you had is now cast to the wind.
Then you can't think of how to word things, you forget how long it should be, if any limits or suggestions were imposed at all, and eventually, your story tends to meander around a bit, like a bug in a glass cube. Or perhaps the two guys in the following video.
And maybe, just maybe, you're on a deadline, so the whole process is made worse by two parents who are expecting something good for this essay. I'm finishing it now and presenting it to them early tomorrow morning. Or something along those lines. They're pretty upset with me, saying that they just want drafts. I'd like to not catch too much heat for being terrible, even if they're drafts.
Back to the presses.
Monday, August 11, 2008
"Penny for Your Thoughts" -- A midsummer Peter Frampton Experience
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to I/O Nightly News.
This evening, I was able to go and see rock legend Peter Frampton. What a show.
There wasn't so much of a focus on himself as the band, audience and music. The entire show was great, although some of the covers could have been better. "Money" was easily the highlight of the show, with a guitar "battle", teacher/student style running for about ten minutes. The whole show was two hours of great music.
The Birchmere is a nice venue, as well. It's somewhat small, the clientele were okay, and the food was good. The seats are great anywhere, as it's a small area. We sat in the back center, in front of the techies.
Frampton seems to be one of those guys who could screw up a few bars and laugh about it -- he was pretty friendly with not only his band-mates, but the audience, making cracks on the Eagles and iPhones.
All in all, words can't describe the concert accurately, except for the fact that old guys still rock it out, even three decades after their first album.
This evening, I was able to go and see rock legend Peter Frampton. What a show.
There wasn't so much of a focus on himself as the band, audience and music. The entire show was great, although some of the covers could have been better. "Money" was easily the highlight of the show, with a guitar "battle", teacher/student style running for about ten minutes. The whole show was two hours of great music.
The Birchmere is a nice venue, as well. It's somewhat small, the clientele were okay, and the food was good. The seats are great anywhere, as it's a small area. We sat in the back center, in front of the techies.
Frampton seems to be one of those guys who could screw up a few bars and laugh about it -- he was pretty friendly with not only his band-mates, but the audience, making cracks on the Eagles and iPhones.
All in all, words can't describe the concert accurately, except for the fact that old guys still rock it out, even three decades after their first album.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
YouTopia
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to I/O Nightly News.
The internet(s?): a series of tubes.
And we're dumping ourselves in. Every last bit and piece of our lives is being poured onto massive disks, to be kept for months, even years. Blogs, videos, audio snippets, forums, friends, message boards, news posts, feeds, texts, and almost every other format you can think of.
Many people love it, some are even addicted. Bu most agree, the system is nearing a perfection. "Web 2.0" is in full swing by now, and companies are acclimating to this new environment, and getting ready for Web 3.
But Web 2 is interesting in itself. Because we are allowed so much freedom, so much choice, so many technologies to put ourselves on it, we are moving towards a YouTopia, in a figurative sense. Services are interacting, and communicating in real-time is now a reality to many. Internet service is blazing fast, and real events can be logged onto the 'net almost instantly.
Anyone and everyone can access this network and post anything they'd like. Online banking, videos and short stories chronicling their lives, almost anything. This changes society as we know it. Journalism is faster than ever. Political elections, platforms, and parties are made or broken in the blink of an eye. Technology crosses the world in seconds.
And yet, sometimes it's all too much. Sometimes all we need is not more integration, but less of the machine we know and love. And so long as someone resists it. YouTopia can only be called TheirTopia.
Not as appealing, is it?
The internet(s?): a series of tubes.
And we're dumping ourselves in. Every last bit and piece of our lives is being poured onto massive disks, to be kept for months, even years. Blogs, videos, audio snippets, forums, friends, message boards, news posts, feeds, texts, and almost every other format you can think of.
Many people love it, some are even addicted. Bu most agree, the system is nearing a perfection. "Web 2.0" is in full swing by now, and companies are acclimating to this new environment, and getting ready for Web 3.
But Web 2 is interesting in itself. Because we are allowed so much freedom, so much choice, so many technologies to put ourselves on it, we are moving towards a YouTopia, in a figurative sense. Services are interacting, and communicating in real-time is now a reality to many. Internet service is blazing fast, and real events can be logged onto the 'net almost instantly.
Anyone and everyone can access this network and post anything they'd like. Online banking, videos and short stories chronicling their lives, almost anything. This changes society as we know it. Journalism is faster than ever. Political elections, platforms, and parties are made or broken in the blink of an eye. Technology crosses the world in seconds.
And yet, sometimes it's all too much. Sometimes all we need is not more integration, but less of the machine we know and love. And so long as someone resists it. YouTopia can only be called TheirTopia.
Not as appealing, is it?
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