digitalraven: (LART)
I want an infosphere. For the three of you who saw Final Fantasy: Spirits Within, I'm thinking the thing Aki wears over her eye, which projects a heads-up display over her vision. I'm thinking for work: isolate my monitor and allow me to put documents anywhere I like around it, using synch technology similar to LifeDrive. So I can have a document on my physical desk and make annotations, and gestural input converts my pen-scribble on the virtual document to text and updates the document.

I don't just want this because I've been working on lots of hardcopy—5 different spreadsheets with 30 worksheets apiece, needing a random-access method to each sheet. I've hacked up the best I can for a "open any worksheet from a menu" addin, but there's only so much you can do before using all the space around you is the best way to go.

Damnit, where's the future gone?

It's missing, if it's still around at all. I have a big thing boiling in my head, a whole thing about this decade's word being "homogenity". Nobody wants real things, they want cartoons and stereotypes. Which is a fucker, but if you're reading me you know where I'm going by now. These things are cyclic, let's get to the modern equivalent of the point when a Jag had to be an E-type or have a bonnet seven miles long before they'd let it out of the factory. The days when every month had a new invention, when something introduced in one year is something you can't do without three years down the line.

Bah.
digitalraven: (Corax)
Crackmonkey in my brain has wanted me to re-read the Invisibles repeatedly for the past few days. Finally got around to some (out of order, of course). And I'm having ideas. Lots of ideas. Parallel-processing brains, van-Eck phreaking neural scatter as a form of basic telepathy, and the oncoming change of the future. And then, there's the quote. The one thing that sums it all up, really.

"What really happened? What really happens next?"
"That bird starts singing, you think about how big and inescapable the house and the business are, and how hard it seems to change any of it. Then it all changes, like everything else."
"What is this? Zen Buddhism?"
"No. Twenty tons of TNT. This is what it feels like."

Never a judge; a witness instead. And believe me that's a harder job.
digitalraven: (Thoughtful)
Have a taste of what's on my brain right now:
  • Mesoamerican flavoured stuff for our alternate-setting Fireborn game.
  • Initial plots for the Mage game.
  • Jasper Fforde-style metafictional roleplaying. Over the Edge meets Jerry Cornelius and Continuum in a very well-stocked library.
  • Systems for the Thatcherite 80's game. Every time I think I have one, I realise that it's shit.
  • Time-travel fiction that's Continuum-esque
  • Damnit, I want to do something that's space opera without it being something I'd not want to read.
  • I wish I could draw. Then I'd have so much to show the world.
  • Still pissed off about ice in the Laphroaig. I shouldn't be, but I am.
  • If it weren't for work tomorrow I would be at Neon, getting more inspiration for the gnostic-post-Singularity stuff. Which I need to work on more.
  • Mutants and Masterminds, done as a JLU-style troupe game.
  • Has anyone done a giant robots/Gojira style RPG that doesn't have a shit system for upscaled combat?
  • Oh, $DEITY. At some point soon my social life dies as I start writing for cash again. I need people willing to both drag me to the pub, and stop me from going to the pub until I've written enough.
  • If I had a neural augmentation computer, what would I run on it?
Spicy brainmeats, no?

What's on your mind? Tell me. Share ideas. Give me your inspiration! Give me information bukkake!

Just not deep-fried. There's a line drawn before there.

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