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Which jokes are sexist and which ones aren't. [LONG POST]
Hey everyone! I work in a government research institute so the majority of the colleagues and seniors are men in the age group 45-50. One ma'am (aged ~45-46) and I are the only 2 women in my division of about 20-25 people. My husband also works in the same office. A few seniors and we interact on an almost daily basis since we carpool with them, have lunch sometimes, tea, walks, etc etc. We have had discussions with our seniors on about almost every topic and we are particularly close with about 4 of them, including the only other lady and her husband (he works in our office too lol). Now since there are 2 couples so casual mia-biwi jokes are common, as you can imagine. I am not talking WhatsApp tier biwi ne belan se pitaai ki type absurd jokes, but harmless tu-tu-mai-mai jokes. To give some background and examples to clarify, I have been working in this office since 6 years. It's a chill environment, not corporate type work pressure, no bossing around. I have been the kiddo, the chatty girl of the office ever since I've joined. I have been helped to emerge from a very very toxic relationship with a colleague from one of these very seniors. These are all educated men, with working wives, some working even in other states. They have daughters with whom they've discussed their periods, safe sex, responsible drinking, etc etc. You get the gist I guess. The quintessential modern, liberal fathers. Don't think there aren't some nasty people here, who think reservation for women in IITs is bad, women have it easy in arranged marriage market, maternity leaves/child care leaves are literally holidays with no work involved and the woman chilling, Louis CK was not that wrong, etc (Random examples coming to my mind). These are people of my age btw. Sick. I don't talk to them anymore. Now the jokes. Like, my husband is not that talkative. So once one of the seniors came to us, showed us a meme, which were two bathroom doors. On one was written 'Blah' (meaning for men) and on another 'Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla' (women), said "Its perfect for you too isn't it" and started laughing.This was long back when I wasn't this 'woke' (for lack of a better word sorry) so I laughed along. Another one that I remember is when I was giving a presentation on pipelining, multitasking and multiprocessing in a supercomputer to some touring class 1-5 kids and to explain to them I gave example of making rotis (one can roll, one can roast; if there are two tawas same number of rotis will get made faster, etc etc). These were class 1-5 kids and I am sure I could have come up with better examples. Anyway, during lunch, one senior said, "Your roti example was nice, related to YOUR daily life." (This is not translating well in Hindi). The tone was joyous but felt snide. My husband makes rotis (and other food) as well, and on a pretty daily basis. One more that I remember is when the other lady once called her maid, gave her the list of works to be done for the day and then politely said to her," Coffee pi lena, bread kha lena". Her husband immediately remarked, teasingly, "you do not ask me for coffee with this much love", and everyone started laughing. She had to explain why keeping the maid happy is important. He obviously didn't have to deal with the maid. I am not remembering any more examples, but there are many others small, harmless, husband-wife type jokes which keep going on. I insist that most of the times they're harmless. The point of making this post is to build my SEXISTMETER, wherein I can identify sexist remarks in the garb of "Oh Just a joke" and call the person out , whether these 4, or anybody else from office. So what constitutes a sexist joke? What casual daily life husband-wife remarks are just for fun? I ask this because even I feel sometimes that some might be just for teasing, no malice intended. I will be soon joining my office after my maternity leave finishes and I do not want to remain to be seen as a kiddo or a pushover. Ninja Edit: I just now saw the 5K member celebration thread and flair-ed it this "One for All" instead of "Opinion" as I've put some personal (but not identifiable) details in the post. I hope there aren't any rules violations. Happy celebrations everyone!!
Megathread: Many are now migrating to Signal as a result of WhatsApp updating their terms and privacy policy
Hello everyone! We've recently started to receive lots of similar posts as a result of recent news regarding WhatsApp updating their terms and privacy policy, which will take effect on February 8thMay 15th, 2021. Any WhatsApp users who do not accept these changes will be blocked from using the service. As a result, many are now migrating to Signal. We’ve decided to make this the designated thread for all things related to this topic. Here is a direct link to Signal's terms and privacy policy (last updated May 25, 2018). Don't worry, it's not very long. For those wondering where Signal's revenue comes from: "We are a 501c3 nonprofit. We're not tied to any major tech companies, and we can never be acquired by one either. Development is supported by grants and donations from Signal users. https://signal.org/donate/" Some related media coverage:
What is the best way to migrate from WhatsApp to Signal?
How to convince WhatsApp contacts to install Signal?
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How do some features work differently in Signal compared to WhatsApp?
We will be updating this post as events unfold. Be safe, and always remember the human. Edits 1–38: A brief summary of events, by day: Wednesday, January 6:
WhatsApp informs its users that they are updating their terms and privacy policy.
Thursday, January 7:
Elon Musk tweeted "Use Signal". Five hours later, the Signal team tweeted that verification codes were being delayed due to the surge in new people wanting to join Signal.
Some people mistakenly invested in some random stock called 'SIGL', to which Signal tweeted: "Is this what stock analysts mean when they say that the market is giving mixed Signals? It's understandable that people want to invest in Signal's record growth, but this isn't us. We're an independent 501c3 and our only investment is in your privacy."
Someone asked Signal whether usernames would be coming this year, to which they replied: "According to the office Magic 8-Ball, 'SIGNS POINT TO YES.'" They also shared a tip for how to easily migrate group chats from other apps to Signal: "Drop a group link into your former chat app of choice like you're dropping the mic on the way out."
The team is currently taking a break from answering questions in the AMA, but will be back in that thread on Monday (Jan. 18?), so there is still time if you have any questions for them!
There were still some registration delays. Signal said that carriers were "making adjustments on their side to keep delivering verification codes as quickly as possible."
Facebook bought ads in order to promote Facebook Messenger when people searched for 'Signal' in the App Store. Signal's developers tweeted: "Facebook is probably more comfortable selling ads than buying them, but they'll do what they have to do in order to be the top result when some people search for 'Signal' in the App Store. P.S. There will never be ads in Signal, because your data belongs in your hands not ours."
Sunday, January 10:
The Signal team tweeted: "Even though we're still breaking records, verification codes are back in the groove. Delivery delays have been eliminated across multiple cellular providers, so things should be more ASAP when you join the app."
They then tweeted: "We continue to shatter traffic records and add capacity as more and more people come to terms with how much they dislike Facebook's new terms. If you weren't able to create a new group recently, please try again. New servers are ready to serve you."
Elon Musk tweeted that he donated to Signal a year ago and "will donate more."
Monday, January 11:
Signal raised the group call limit from 5 to 8! Reuters also reported: "The number of new users installing messaging app Signal every day is on track to cross 1 million, putting it closer to levels seen by larger rival WhatsApp [...] About 810,000 users globally installed Signal on Sunday, nearly 18-fold compared with the download numbers on Jan. 6, the day WhatsApp updated its privacy terms, according to data from research firm Apptopia." 🚀
Some people were still mistakenly investing in some random stock. Signal's developers tweeted: "Update: Although the growth rates may look similar, this stock symbol still has absolutely nothing to do with us. We're an independent 501c3 nonprofit, but you can donate here to invest in your privacy: https://signal.org/donate/" 📈
Signal announced that they are going to be rolling out chat wallpapers, an about field for your Signal profile, and animated stickers in a few days, as well as media auto-download settings and full-screen profile photos for iOS users (to match Android).
Moses Tsali released a music video titled "Hit Me on Signal", filmed at the SpaceX Headquarters! 🎵
Tuesday, January 12:
Our tiny unofficial community (signal) is now rocketing up Reddit's Top Growing Communities leaderboard. Last week, we were somewhere around #21.1k. Earlier today, we were at #135, right below AnimalsBeingBros. As of this writing, we're at #90 and have already passed ThatsInsane, which is insane! 🤯
Signal's Brian Acton is now doing interview after interview with Indian mass media companies. Here is one with NDTV, where he talked about "Signal's India plans, its donation-only business model, and what makes it different from WhatsApp." 🇮🇳
By now, many of our community members had submitted their own badges and profile pictures that they had placed in WhatsApp to show that they were moving to Signal. Inspired by this, Signal decided to tweet some of their own in multiple different languages. 🌍 Here is a blank template!
Our community has now climbed all the way up to #61 on Reddit's Top Growing Communities leaderboard!
Signal's Android app started with 10M+ installs on the Play Store on January 5, and it has now passed 50M+!
u/Crazy-Lizard submitted an amazing collection of images (both in English and German) that you can set as your WhatsApp Status to convince your family & friends to switch to Signal, using an educational approach! This quickly became our top voted post of all time!
Thursday, January 14:
Our community is now placed at #48 on Reddit's leaderboard! We've now made it into the top 50, with big names like sports, Jokes and reactiongifs. We have zoomed right past all other software-related communities in terms of popularity. Only apple and leagueoflegends remain above us!
Acton has now said that they are aiming to add 100-200 million more Signal users in India alone over the next two years.
Signal's founder, Moxie Marlinspike, has now tweeted: "If you've ever considered applying to work with us at Signal, now is a great time to get involved! We're just over here working on a plan to power the western hemisphere with the heat from our servers: https://signal.org/workworkwork/"
Our wonderful community has now helped translate u/Crazy-Lizard's educational WhatsApp Status images into Slovak, Czech, Portuguese (PT), Finnish, Turkish, Hindi, Spanish, Portuguese (BR), Italian, French, and Dutch! Get them here!
Friday, January 15:
Our Reddit leaderboard saga continues! We've now reached spot #40, right between HolUp and PersonalFinanceCanada. 🇨🇦 We also made a list of posts in which our members can discuss Signal reaching the #1 spot on the App Store/Play Store in their own country. 🏆
Signal tweeted: "We are so grateful for the outpouring of support from everyone who is contributing to Signal's ongoing operation and development. We're a 501c3 nonprofit and we couldn't do this without you. If you are on the fence about donating, you can give in here: https://signal.org/donate/"
WhatsApp announced that they are going to delay the updating of their terms and privacy policy by three months due to the backlash. They were originally going to take effect on February 8th, but will now take effect on May 15th.
Someone asked Edward Snowden (u/SuddenlySnowden) if he knew whether "Telegram is more secure and less influenced by corporate money than Signal". In reply, Snowden tweeted: "1) The consensus of the infosec community is that Telegram is significantly less secure than @SignalApp. 2) Signal is an independent non-profit with a $50m endowment—they can't be meaningfully influenced by money for a very long time. Telegram is a standard private company."
The Signal service went down for about a day as the Signal team needed to add more capacity. They tweeted: "We have been adding new servers and extra capacity at a record pace every single day this week nonstop, but today exceeded even our most optimistic projections. Millions upon millions of new users are sending a message that privacy matters. We appreciate your patience."
Signal's Moxie Marlinspike tweeted that they are now working on a group chat feature that will allow only admins to send messages in the group!
Saturday, January 16:
signal is now at #26 on the Top Growing Communities leaderboard! If we had been included the curated "Top Growing Communities in Tech" leaderboard, we would be placed at #4, right between technews and TechNewsToday. We are flaming hot right now! 🔥
At last: "Signal is back! Like an underdog going through a training montage, we’ve learned a lot since yesterday — and we did it together. Thanks to the millions of new Signal users around the world for your patience. Your capacity for understanding inspired us while we expanded capacity." 🙌
In response, Snowden tweeted: "Everybody can get back to uninstalling #Whatsapp now." 😄
Sunday, January 17:
Our community's climb on Reddit's leaderboard appears to be leveling off. We're now at #22 overall and "#3" in Tech, right after apple and technology, which isn't half bad actually! 🤔 Let's see if things begin to pick up again after Signal starts rolling out those new features they promised on Monday.
Wednesday, January 20:
The initial hype is now clearly dying down, but our community's daily growth rate is still much larger than it was before WhatsApp made their announcement. Today we crossed 40k members! 🎉
Friday, January 22:
Signal has now started rolling out chat wallpapers, an optional "about" field for Signal profiles, and the first official animated sticker pack to all beta testers! As always, the developers are now gathering feedback on the Signal Community forum. If you're a beta tester, check out our right-hand sidebar to get your own flair!
Saturday, January 23:
Chamath Palihapitiya promised Signal a $10M donation if they could keep all of their own messaging infrastructure and copy WhatsApp's entire UI in order to get the whole world on board as easily as possible. Signal replied: "Hopefully there are a lot of people out there who don't need us to look exactly like their ex in order to fall in love, but you could help us make it possible for Signal to support 10M themes — one of which might look familiar enough for anyone who has a "type"..."
Signal also launched their first ever "global marketing campaign," using the cheapest billboard they could find somewhere in Albuquerque, New Mexico. It says: "No personal data was bought or sold in the creation of this video." #WeKnowNothing 🤣
This campaign is starting to get serious! Signal just tweeted a more polished video ad, featuring Taraji Henson and ending with a shot of the same billboard. 👏 They are now here on signal as well, requesting photos of the billboard! 📸
Welcome to all newcomers, but also THANK YOU to all of our regular contributors who have shown up to sort by new, answer questions, and provide help! ⭐ As a reminder, this is an unofficial Reddit community (or "subreddit") that is run by the user community. We are not affiliated with or endorsed by the Signal Technology Foundation or Signal Messenger LLC.
Dalit Women In India Are Facing A Sexual Violence Epidemic — & Fighting Back
https://www.refinery29.com/en-gb/2021/01/10286806/dalit-india-women-rape-sexual-violence-epidemic On September 14, 2020, 19-year-old Manisha Valmiki was raped in Uttar Pradesh, a northern state in India. She had her tongue cut, and spine broken during the attack, which was allegedly conducted by four men. Fifteen days later, she died of injuries. A week after that, another 22-year-old woman in India died en route to a hospital after her mother says she was brought home by a rickshaw-wallah driver and “thrown in front of our house” while she “could barely stand or speak.” She also appeared to have been raped; like Manisha, she lived in Uttar Pradesh, and belonged to the Dalit community, which is an Indian caste considered to be in the lowest position. The following month, Manisha's name appeared on protest signs across New Delhi, India's capital city, and in other cities in across Uttar Pradesh. The hashtag #JusticeForManishaValmiki was trending on Twitter, and everyone from Bollywood celebrities to Indian cricket stars began speaking out. One common thread emerged: These attacks were not random occurrences: this was part of a violent epidemic, and one that deserved mass justice and attention. "For the first time, it provoked outrage across the country and across the country about rape against Dalit women and girls," Divya Srinivasansouth, the Asia consultant at Equality Now, told Refinery29, about the movement. "So many Dalit activists and groups were organising protests." These two attacks came a few months after four men were hanged for a 2012 gang rape and murder that came to be a worldwide symbol of the sexual assault crisis in India. While that case — in which the victim would come to be known as Nirbhaya, which means “brave” in Hindi — was a horrific and brutal example of sexual violence. Meanwhile, activists and members of the Dalit community in India have been speaking out against caste-based discrimination and assault for years, although their pleas for justice and change have largely gone ignored. In India, women and girls from the Dalit community experience incredibly high rates of sexual violence. India’s caste system, which functions like a social hierarchy, imposes positionality at birth and has been in place for thousands of years. Dalits are at the bottom, outside the caste hierarchy, leading to discrimination at the intersections of caste, class, and gender. Even though the caste system was officially abolished in 1950, the structure is largely still in place and insidiously impacts the way Indian society operates. Caste was initially assigned based on the work people did. There are four main categories which, in order of highest to lowest on the hierarchy, are Brahmins (priests and teachers), Kshatriyas (warriors and rulers), Vaishyas (traders and merchants), and the Shudras (labourers). Dalits fall below those categories and are considered “untouchables.” Dalit people — along with Adivasis, indigenous tribal Indians who are also socially and economically marginalised — make up approximately 25 percent of India’s population. However, they are disproportionately impacted by gender-based violence and other forms of oppression. The coronavirus pandemic has only increased their marginalisation. In their November 2020 report, Justice Denied: Sexual Violence & Intersectional Discrimination — Barriers to Accessing Justice for Dalit Women and Girls in Haryana, India, Equality Now and Swabhiman Society, a grassroots organisation led by Dalit women, found that violence, including rape and gang rape, are “systematically utilised as weapons by dominant castes to oppress Dalit women and girls and reinforce structural gender and caste hierarchies.” Historian Uma Chakravarti coined the term “Brahmanical patriarchy” to describe the ways in which caste hierarchy is maintained through control of women’s sexuality, including in state-sanctioned ways like rape. “Brahmanical patriarchy” essentially refers to the way patriarchy works in societies that are organised by caste. “In the Indian system, caste is gender and gender is often constructed by caste,” Kiruba Munusamy, an advocate on the Supreme Court Of India and Founder of Legal Initiative For Equality, said on Instagram Live with the Dalit Queer Project. “Traditionally, the caste system has operated for men, upper-caste men, Brahman and dominant-caste men, and women were considered people who would solve the men from the Brahman communities. If that was the case, the entire caste system was shaped and designed in a way that it benefits men and it does not benefit women in any manner.” According to the latest data from the National Crime Records Bureau, an average of 87 rape cases were reported every day in 2019 in India, an increase of 7 percent over the previous year, though most are thought to go unreported. The Justice Denied report found that 10 Dalit women and girls are raped every day. In 2018, a report from the Thomson Reuters Foundation declared that India was the most dangerous country for women, but Indian women — including the country’s National Commission for Women — rejected that finding. Instead, they argued, the reason that the numbers of rapes and sexual assaults are going up is because more women are reporting them, not because more of them are happening. India’s Ministry of Women and Child Development told the BBC that using "an opinion poll to peg India as the most dangerous country for women is clearly an effort to malign the nation and draw attention away from real improvements seen in recent years.” But even as more assaults are reported, perpetrators aren’t necessarily being held accountable. The Justice Denied report found that only 10 percent of sexual violence cases in which the victim was Dalit ended with a conviction of the perpetrator and in almost 90 percent of cases, at least one of the men accused of the violence was from a dominant caste. "Because of the caste hierarchy that exists, perpetrators from dominant castes believe they have impunity or can get away with it when they rape Dalit girls because caste makes it harder to report the case and get a conviction," Srinivasansouth says. The men were likely to act in groups, according to Srinivasansouth, and police often failed to even investigate the crimes, sometimes going so far as to pressure victims or families to drop the charges. “One of the biggest challenges in cases of sexual violence is that survivors or the families are pressured into compromises with the accused. Community and social pressure plays a major role in impeding access to justice in such cases,” Manisha Mashaal, founder of Swabhiman Society, said. “Another issue is the lack of quality and effective systems in place to provide the survivors of violence and their families with immediate social, legal and mental health support along with proper and timely rehabilitation.” It’s why Dalits are organising themselves and resisting, through groups like Dalit Women Fight, Dalit Human Rights Defenders Network, and Munusamy’s Mapping Caste Atrocities project. Their aim is to end caste-based discrimination and dismantle Brahmanical patriarchy and, in recent times, there has been a growing culture of resistance and organising by Dalit women. “Dalit women and girls are getting aware about their rights, about the laws which are there to protect them," Manjula Pradeep, Campaign Director at Dalit Human Rights Defenders Network and Founder of WAYVE Foundation, told Refinery29. "Many Dalit women who are survivors of sexual violence are transforming themselves as Human Rights Defenders. They are becoming lawyers and supporting other Dalit women and girls who have survived sexual violence to get protection, to access justice, and to live with dignity."
“Ada, found perfect story for you. ‘Jade and Silk’ still pulling big numbers since the documentary. Player name ‘Echo’.” That was the short email from my boss that woke me up at eight sharp on a Monday morning. While that sounds fair, I’d stayed up until six a.m. working on live write-ups for the eSports blog. Ignoring the pounding headache coming from the bright light of my phone, I haphazardly swiped out, “Go fuck yourself.” God, I wanted to send that. After carefully deleting the words, I instead fell back on my classic: “Work hours.” And then went back to sleep. So it was some abstract time between midday and evening when I pulled myself out of bed and brushed my teeth, pulling on whatever clothes looked clean on the way. Eventually, I ended up at my laptop with a steaming cup of half-drunk coffee in front of me, only then waking up. I checked my emails, glad to see that there hadn’t been a follow-up message—it wouldn’t have been good for me if the story was urgent and I’d slept through it. I mean, as much as I liked my beauty sleep, it was a lot easier to sleep when I actually had rent money. A quick scan through my other emails didn’t bring up anything urgent either, mostly just various teams and players rejecting my requests for interviews (nothing new there). There was a clarification for one article, a correction for another, and then some random gossip and rumours to look into if I had the time, maybe enough for a fluff piece or two. Finally, I got back to my boss’s message. It was straightforward enough, which wasn’t always the case—George, bless him, could barely play Minesweeper. His skills as the editor-in-chief were actually amazing (I mean, he kept a digital magazine profitable), but he had to dump anything gaming on me and I relished having that responsibility. Jade and Silk was the defining Action Massively-Multiplayer Online game (AMMO for short), an emergent genre that blended aspects of traditional MMORPGs with the PvP focus of MOBAs. Well, that was the official tag line for the game. In simple terms, JaS was an online game set in a vast world. The combat was reaction-based like an action game, using skills at the right time and dodging enemy attacks, and it had more of an emphasis on player-versus-player (PvP) fighting than most MMORPGs did, but there was a lot of player-versus-computer content (PvE) too. Unlike MMORPGs, there wasn’t exactly a class or a role system, just different weapons; no healing, no magic, just attack the enemy and don’t get hit and maybe get a sip of a herbal tea. As the name suggested, it had an Asian setting, mostly borrowing from Chinese and Japanese history (I’m hardly an expert on Asian cultures, so can’t say more than that). While there were basic forms of guns and artillery in the game (historically accurate from what people said), combat was mostly centred around duels with swords and spears, although some events included “battles” of hundreds of players. And it dabbled in fantasy. While the players were masters of weapons, their supernatural abilities were mostly just things like running fast and jumping high and far. On the other hand, the computer enemies ranged from boring bandits, to assassins that could teleport short distances and turn invisible, to god-like deities that had descended from a higher plane of existence. As for the documentary George mentioned, that was big, an actual news organisation producing a ten-minute dive into the PvP scene that had become a hit spectator sport online, focused on the recent duelling tournament that featured a hundred-thousand USD prize pool. Even for people who never played games, the duels could be replayed from any camera angle, turning them into fights that would make an epic climax to any action movie. Well, maybe I was a bit biased with my hundreds of hours in the game and twice as many reporting on it. Moving on to the last piece of the email: a player named Echo. I knew the PvP scene inside-out and that name meant nothing to me, which made me think this was a bogus tip. Still, I liked to think of myself as a journalist—if only to give that piece of paper stuffed in a drawer back at my mum’s house more meaning than a confirmation of payment. So I got to searching. I started with forums and message boards, but struggled with how much “echo” came up not as a name (or as part of a longer name). And none of them had a user named “Echo” who had posted anything recent, just old accounts that pre-dated JaS or with a handful of random posts. A great start. Rather than waste more time on that, I worked with the assumption the tip was true and saw where that took me. Well, since I didn’t know the player, they weren’t involved with PvP. So I sent messages to people I knew who were on the PvE side. I also looked into a few of the other big games, but didn’t find Echo there either. My next avenue was to start up the game—for work-related purposes. With how important reaction times were, the servers were very split up (geographically) to reduce lag, but I had accounts on all the main servers. One by one, I checked the western servers for a player named Echo, only finding abandoned accounts; I asked whoever was online if they’d heard the name too, again getting nothing. That was until I asked the ex-girlfriend of a top US west coast player (who really should’ve been in class, even though she’d given me a great fluff piece a couple of months ago). “I think Sam watched... Lost Echo?” she messaged me. So I sent Sam (better known as Blink online) a DM. He was maybe a little upset with me over the article, more because I’d managed to track down his parents and speak with them than because of anything I’d written (it was a good, wholesome article), but I thought he’d answer me. In the mean time, I tried searching for Lost Echo… and ended up with the Linkin Park song. Well, I put it on—going back to my angsty youth, my entire personality one of woe as no one would ever understand me, playing classic games that sold millions of copies like Diablo II and Warcraft. Anyway, with no better lead until Sam got back to me, I kept digging through search results for both Echo and Lost Echo, adding on things like “game” and “JaS” to try and get something relevant. Eventually, I struck the smallest nugget of gold: a tiny, pixelated gif of someone playing JaS. I could barely make out the player’s name, but the caption did call the player Echo: “Who tf fights Zhu Ping lvl 1?? Echo: hold my sake.” The gif itself was also hard to make out, so I relied on the caption again. I knew the Zhu Ping boss as one of the first “hurdles” in the game, a story fight against an opponent that attacked quicker at lower health thresholds. He was also strong enough that, if you were under level ten, he killed you in one hit. If that caption was true (the gif too pixelated to verify), Echo was a top-tier player. However, that only made it all the stranger that I hadn’t heard of them. I stared at the gif, over and over, trying to decode the actions; it really was just two blurs darting back and forth. After a while, though, I picked out some of the random text on the screen. Since it didn’t move, it was almost legible… and it definitely wasn’t English—wasn’t anything with a Latin alphabet. I considered Cyrillic, but it looked more like Chinese. I mean, as I already said, I didn’t know much about the far east, so I knew I could’ve been completely wrong about that. But it was my only lead and it explained why I didn’t find Echo in the game: I only checked the servers in the Americas and Europe. The problem I now faced was that the Chinese servers had their own launcher which was, no surprise, in Chinese. The rare times I needed info from there, I asked my contacts who were Chinese and/or living in China. Thus I sent out another round of emails, nothing to do but twiddle my thumbs until I got a reply. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, my mind already trying to find the next avenue. I only thought the text was Chinese, but it could’ve been any of the game’s supported languages. It was just China with its own launcher, so I started checking the other Asian servers for Echo: Japan, Indochina, MSEA, then checking the Indian servers even though it didn’t look like Hindi. Nothing came of it. However, I wasn’t easily defeated. A spark of genius, I opened up my game settings and went to the language selection, scrolling through to look for something similar to the blocky text in the gif. And I found it: Korean. I clicked back to the server screen and scrolled down to it. For the first time in a while, I had to set up my account—JaS wasn’t big in Korea, so I hadn’t needed to use the Korean server before—pleased that my usual handle was free. Finally logging in, I let out a long sigh. The game loaded up, dropping me in the familiar sight of a small town where the tutorial took place. Ignoring it, I opened up the friends list and tried to add Echo; even if they didn’t accept, the name was added to the pending part of the friends list for now, which let me click on it and open the status screen for them. If the caption hadn’t mentioned Echo being level one, I would have thought this was just another abandoned account. Instead, I looked over everything more closely. Echo’s character was male, level one, base stats, not a member of a clan; and then the good part: last online a couple days ago, and was not using the default title for new accounts (instead using “Ronin”). To double-check, I flicked through the western servers again, but none of those Echos were as promising—some not online for months, all of them over level one. No, I felt sure this was my Echo. Having gone through most of the Linkin Park songs, I switched over to Blink182 in the hopes that it would summon Sam; while I waited for that, I reached out to my contacts in Korea. They were mostly involved with the other games that were actually popular there, so I didn’t have much hope. The couple that were online (I thought it was late there, but I wasn’t exactly one to throw stones) didn’t have any new leads for me, but promised to ask the JaS players they knew. Finally at a lull, I rubbed my eyes. The hours had run together and my stomach complained it had run out. Well, I hadn’t eaten anything to begin with. So I indulged in the finest cuisine known to plastic pots. Of course, halfway through George messaged me for an update. “Lunch break,” I replied, the time on my phone flicking over to 18:38. After slurping up the last of my noodles, I soaked up the leftover “broth” with some posh bread I’d impulsively bought a couple days ago, the staleness coming in handy. With that done, I put on some fresh coffee to boil and swiped out an actual reply to George. “Have leads, no story yet.” A few seconds later, his reply popped up: “Okay.” What a great thing to hear your boss say after admitting you had no work to show for the four hours you were going to invoice him. But that was George—he trusted me. Although I’d sent him a message, I had only really taken some ten minutes of a break, so I returned to my laptop with a coffee and the intention to relax. However, just the habit of drinking coffee made me feel restless, even before the caffeine kicked in. Idling away wasn’t an option, so I took out my wireless mouse, went back to the GB server, and messed around. I wasn’t about to go pro or anything, but I’d gamed all my life and played hard games too, so I was good at JaS. I had good reactions and, from my reporting, I knew a lot about the mechanics of the game at the highest level of skill. I couldn’t necessarily put all that knowledge to use, but I was at least aware of it. That said, I tried the “Echo challenge” and failed at the half-hour mark, not even making it close to Zhu Ping. The first fights had been easy, the enemies slow to attack and clearly signalled when they did, taking turns, leaving huge windows for me to attack; but it soon became hectic. One of the head developers, when asked if it was an RPG, had said that levels were their implementation of a difficulty system—that, if you struggled with a boss, you could level up to make it easier. The follow-up question, then, had been: “Can you beat the storyline at level one?” And the developer had laughed and ummed and ahhed, and then finally said, “I can’t, but maybe someone better than me could.” I keenly felt that answer at that moment. It wasn’t that I thought it was impossible, I just knew that I couldn’t dodge well enough for long enough and still do enough damage. But I could list a hundred players off the top of my head that could beat the mini-boss I was stuck on at level one, and most of them could probably beat Zhu Ping. Logging out, I tabbed through my emails and social media, scanning for new messages. Chocolate for my eyes, Blink__ had replied to me. And all he’d sent was: “Last_Echo.” So not Lost Echo, but it was an easy mistake, and the underscore was promising. I quickly thanked him and moved on to searching. The handle had a myriad of unrelated results, social media to books and movies to programming. I dug through a lot and still got nothing. Adding JaS filtered out a lot, but I only got something useful when I limited searches to .kr domains: an account on a Korean streaming website. It was a small account, a hundred followers (at least, that was what the machine translation software said the number was for) and they didn’t follow anyone. There were past streams stretching back a few months, some an hour long, some two, with the odd one reaching five and six hours (probably weekday versus weekends), and they seemed to stream about every other day. In all that time, they’d only played JaS. Oh so eager, I opened up the stream from the night before (it had probably been the afternoon for them) and skipped to halfway through. Unlike the gif, I could actually see what was going on now, but it wasn’t as clear as it should have been. It took me a long moment to realise they weren’t using screen capture, but pointing a webcam at their monitor. That was super weird, especially since the screen capture software most streamers used was entirely free and very good. However, I soon realised that, with this setup, they purposefully showed their hands on the keyboard and mouse. Soon after, I realised why. It was a good webcam that captured their movements, letting me see their fingers jump and twitch between the keys, see every jerk of the mouse. And the slower key presses, I could see that the character on the screen followed them, that Echo wasn’t just madly typing nonsense while someone else played. I had a story. I just didn’t know if it was my story. Idly watching as I thought, my gaze drifted to the short bio for the streamer: “Noise only dies when Last Echo fades.” I wasn’t sure how good the translation was, so I looked for a way to undo it. Once I found it, I switched the page back to Korean… and the phrase was still in English. “Noise only dies when Last Echo fades.” A tiny hunch formed in the pit of my stomach, telling me that this was my story. As much as I wanted to send Echo a message directly, I had found more success before in asking a Korean contact to ask on my behalf, so I sent off a request to the one I felt least bad asking for a small favour. Then I sat down and watched the entire stream from start to finish. It opened with a few minutes of fumbling, the game on in the background as Echo got comfortable and fiddled with the volume—not that they spoke, but the game audio had to be loud enough to get picked up by the webcam and compete with the keyboard’s clacking. Once that was all done, they had a sip of water and then began playing. I recognised the area as late-game, meaning they were near the end of the storyline, and the small 1 in the corner of the monitor blurred in and out of focus, confirming the character was still level one. A bit of walking, then a cutscene, and a fight began. It was Echo against four assassins, each with a season motif that reflected their supernatural abilities. Summer breathed fire, winter froze the ground, spring had a perfume that addled the mind, autumn could summon a gust of wind that shoved the player. What made them so difficult was that they paired up and used their abilities together, each pair deadly in their own way, while the others tried to attack with daggers (both thrown and held). I mean, it was seen as the second most difficult battle with only the final boss being harder. The players who’d made it this far by skill suddenly found it impossible to dodge everything, had to grind levels to be able to survive a handful of attacks. But Echo didn’t have that safety net. I watched as Echo (the character in the game) dodged, side-stepped. He kept a good distance, naturally corralling them into the same area, cautious. It felt a lot more like PvP than PvE. PvP had this incredible tension to it, the feeling that a fight wasn’t over when someone died, but when the first move was made. On the other hand, PvE was usually about attacking all the time and only dodging enough to not die; the computer didn’t adapt, so it was easy to abuse. And I felt so damn tense watching him shuffle around the room. From my own struggles with the fight, I knew all the recommended strategies. You waited for the summer-winter pairing and attacked autumn after dodging; or you grinded enough levels to tank the fire for two cycles and took out that one first—those were the best ones. Once one assassin was down, the other assassins wouldn’t pair up every time, making it a more normal fight. But Echo didn’t do that. No, he waited for any pair with autumn and, charging in at the right time, used the gust of wind to push himself out of the way of the other one’s ability, which gave him a moment to land a couple of hits on whichever assassin was closest before he had to dodge. And I realised, in that moment, that levelling up also let you do more damage; that a level one character hardly moved the assassins’ health bars. The boss battle that should have lasted between five and ten minutes became a drawn out war of attrition that crawled past the hour mark with no chance of ending soon; at least, not in Echo’s favour. Like a swordsman-in-training, the character repeated the same sequence of actions, over and over. He circled the room, waited for the autumn assassin to step forward, and then darted in at just the right angle. One hit, sometimes two, rarely three, then he dodged the daggers that whistled past his ear or slashed through the air where he just was. All the while, one hit and he was dead—even a glancing hit from a thrown dagger. Near the two hour mark, Echo took down the first of the assassins—the winter one. With the assassins changing their behaviour, Echo took on a more aggressive routine and landed a couple of hits every cycle, regardless of which assassins used their ability. My heart had barely kept me going this far, and this change made my own imminent death all the more likely, surely pumping more adrenalin than blood. The second assassin fell soon, already whittled from earlier, and the next came ten minutes or so after. With just one left—the autumn assassin—I thought Echo might become reckless, but instead they became more cautious than the start. Which was for the best because I’d forgotten how, left alone, the autumn assassin now used the “wind shove” to fling daggers at incredible speed. But Echo hadn’t, had kept a certain distance and, the instant the ability started to show, dodged to the side. The assassin now stuck in the cool down animation, Echo closed in for a couple of attacks—not getting greedy—before retreating. Over and over, this pattern played out. Near three hours since the stream began, the last assassin fell. And I was ready to scream at my screen, the rush incredible, far more intense than when I’d beaten the seasonal assassins for the first time. I really wanted to shout and clap, a stadium’s worth of enthusiasm surging through me. But all Echo got was a couple of emojis in the chat, by the looks of things maybe only ten people having watched live. Sobering. As much as everything I’d seen warranted a story, it hadn’t really evolved from earlier. It was the same story: skilled player defeats hard boss at level one. I hadn’t found the angle that made it my story. At least I had something to work with, though. I sent out a fresh bunch of inquiries to people to see what they knew about this Lost_Echo streaming a level one challenge in Korea. That included an update to George (timestamped to arrive at eight in the morning—I was such a considerate person). It wasn’t exactly late for me, but I hadn’t eaten dinner. A vegetable stir-fry at midnight sounded like a wonderful idea. After that, I watched some more of Echo’s past streams until I felt sleepy. Who knows what I dreamed about. The next (late) morning saw me inundated with threads to follow. Sort of. Only one other person had heard about Last_Echo, but didn’t have anything new to tell me. My Korean contacts similarly told me what I already knew: a skilled PvE player. Apparently, some people had tried to contact Echo before, but either didn’t get a reply or just a “not interested”. But Echo wasn’t the only person who’d tried a level one challenge before; there was even a leader board for it, seeing who could beat the first boss the fastest. But Echo wasn’t even on it. Still, I poked around and found a couple of the people there were online, so I asked them about the “level one challenge” scene. From what they said, it was only really a speedrun to the first actual boss, everything after that too difficult for people to get interested. That said, they gave me a few names of people who had tried full level one challenges. I looked the names up and there were videos of them beating various bosses in the storyline—even beyond Zhu Ping. None that got as far as the seasonal assassins, though. I checked them out some more anyway. A couple had stopped playing, one was still playing but moved to PvP. It felt pointless to look deeper. But one of the names stood out to me: Oda. That was entirely because it was similar to my name. Hooked, I tried to find them online, struggling as I discovered it was the name of a famous figure in Japanese history and a kind of common Japanese name. So I searched and filtered and trawled, the biggest headache forming from staring at text while scrolling. Eventually, it paid off: a single update on social media. “Foretold in the animes, Oda and Lancelot have finally met.” It was the caption to a picture of two people. By their looks, one was Caucasian and the other Asian, both in their late teens or early twenties if I had to guess. I couldn’t recognise the background, but it looked like a busy city, the text on an advert blocky similar to the Korean characters I’d been checking earlier. This was the most tenuous link between someone from the west and someone from Korea, yet something inside me just knew: Echo was related to this. Maybe my eyes had already noticed the real clue, though, which was the handle used by the person who had posted the picture: Noise. It made sense. I scanned through the notes I’d typed up, finding the phrase. “Noise only dies when Last Echo fades.” My blood ran cold. Trying to silence my instinct, I checked the account for when the last update was posted, but there hadn’t been anything for months—in fact, that picture had been the second to last one. My heart wasn’t so much beating as quivering, afraid. Something I’d been told about and had hoped to never need to do, I typed up a search for the death of a tourist in Korea on the day the last update had been posted. I found an article. Already teary-eyed, I struggled through the brief write-up of an accident in the evening. A car running a red light, crashing into another car and rolling it onto three people walking home from an Internet cafe—a tourist, his friend, and his friend’s little brother. The friend had died instantly, the tourist succumbing to his wounds on the way to the hospital, while the little brother fortunately had only light injuries. It broke me. I mean, I saw news stories every day about people dying, had known people who had died, but there was something so raw about discovering a person one moment and reading about their death the next. The picture of Noise and his friend, of Oda and Lancelot, fresh in my mind… it hurt, ached. You know, finally meeting your best friend you met online… and then… just… dying. I couldn’t tell how long I’d cried, only that I still felt like shit when I sat up. Finally got the fucking story I was looking for. Swaying between pain and self-hatred, I put on another of Echo’s streams to try and numb myself. As far as I knew, Echo wasn’t related to Oda or Lancelot, maybe using “Noise” as just a word, not a name. As far as I knew, Echo was Lancelot’s little brother. The main piece of advice one of my old lecturers had told us was to avoid drawing lines between coincidences, but I was too far gone to listen to good advice. After all, another piece of advice was, “Don’t get attached,” and I’d fucked that up already. The stream only lasted an hour this time, leaving me staring at nothing when it finished. I’d not really paid attention. Working by muscle memory, I checked through my points of contact, mechanically gathering the bits of information into my notes. Nothing disagreed with the picture I’d painted for myself. Taking that picture as the truth, I sent out a few more messages. I asked a Korean-American friend to verify the article and its translation, I asked the speedrunners if they knew anything else about “Oda”. Scrolling through Noise’s social media, I saw he’d been involved in the fighting game community, so I messaged the people I knew there too. All the while, I felt like such scum. I’d thought a digital magazine would get me away from the tabloid shit, but here I was, digging up info on a dead man for my story. Couldn’t even help myself because I needed to know. How nice it had felt to be praised for my high school biographies. Well done, teen me, you really made the world a better place by exposing just how much a piece of shit Churchill was. Now, let’s see what we can find to smear this dead celebrity for the clicks. My thoughts growing deranged, I just hung my head and tried to remember that it only hurt so much because I hadn’t lost all of my humanity yet. Slowly, I worked with the pain as my focus, outlining the article. I loved George for what he did for me, but he had no humanity left. If I wanted rent money, I had to write, and it had to get clicks. In and out, info dripped. I had a real name for Noise, a good quality photo to accompany the article, contact details for his mother, found out that his father had passed away when he was twelve, that he’d visited Japan right before Korea to meet another friend. “Lancelot” was pretty much a nobody, a Korean kid who’d been in his last year of university and played JaS as a hobby. A good student, good son—what the obituary had said in the university paper. It seemed like the two had met over the level one challenge and deepened over a love of history, some old updates by Noise mentioning Lancelot in those contexts. And I just couldn’t stop myself from thinking, one question coming to mind: Why would Echo memorialise Noise and not Lancelot? It ate at me and ate at me, undermining every sentence I wrote. No one could give me that answer but Echo. Well, I was still assuming that Echo was Lancelot’s brother. Then, as if to taunt me, Echo went live. It wasn’t a particularly interesting stream. Since they had beaten the assassins yesterday, today they had to grind through weaker enemies on the way to the next boss. Every fight was still technically life-or-death, so near to the end of the storyline that even grunts packed a punch, but the attacks were easy to dodge and left plenty of openings for a counter-attack. Watching such mindless action, my mind could only whir. The need to know festered inside of me. Pus; I’d heard journalists called that before, and it fit me now. When the stream ended, I noticed Echo hadn’t logged out yet. My instincts brought up the game, tapping in my password, choosing the Korean server. All the while, my sense of reason never stopped me. The friend request I’d send had been rejected, but, since I knew Echo was still online, I sent a private message in the hope they hadn’t turned them off. Unfortunately, I had to rely on them knowing English, my Korean a bit lacking. My message read: “Are you Lancelot’s brother?” There was silence, which was at least better than a notice that I had been reported for sending a message that went against the terms of service; and I could still view their status and see they were online, so I hadn’t been blocked. Fists clenching, I fought the urge to pry open the wound, and failed. “I want to help Noise’s echo last longer.” I felt disgusted with myself for sending the message. It wasn’t a lie, but the simple truth was that I wanted to know, that any redeeming factor came after my selfish need, and that I phrased it in exactly that way to prey on what I thought was their mental state. While I tore myself apart, they replied. “What you know?” The quiet voice of humanity in the back of my head got put in a box while I arranged for someone who spoke Korean to help us hold an interview. Luckily, I found someone online, not needing to schedule it for another day. “When the accident happened,” the translator said, “my brother and Noise moved to protect me. My brother was hit first and died, and Noise got hit heavily, but his arms protected my head when we fell. On the floor, I was scared and hurt. My brother wasn’t moving. Noise was bleeding a lot, but he told me it would be okay, and he somehow pulled us away from the car. When the ambulance came, he told them to check on me first. And when I asked about my brother, he told me had died. In the hospital, I asked everyone if my brother was okay, but they wouldn’t tell me, always changed the subject. If Noise didn’t tell me, I would have thought my brother was still alive, and it would have hurt even more when I found out he died.” That had all been said in spaced out sentences, Echo and the translator speaking in hushed and hurried Korean between each. At this point, though, Echo took a break to gather his thoughts, and I patiently waited. “At the funeral, my family spoke of my brother. They said how brave and kind, and how honourable his death was. But no one spoke of Noise. It was strange to me. When my brother was on the computer at home, he argued with Noise a lot. I thought they hated each other. When Noise visited, I thought for sure they would fight, that Noise had flown all this way so they could fight. But instead they laughed. I had never seen my brother laugh. He was always serious, always studying and always being filial to father and mother. So when I saw him laugh with Noise, I knew they were actually brothers. It turned out, they were even brothers destined to die together. When my family did not say this at my brother’s funeral, I felt like they had insulted my brother. I could not speak up then and even now I am too afraid to say this to my parents.” My hands typed along with every word, stilled with the silence. “My brother and Noise wanted to do this challenge. They wanted to loudly proclaim, ‘We are the best!’ They believed in Sun Tzu who said that it is supreme excellence to subdue an enemy without fighting. In Jade and Silk, you have to fight, so they decided supreme excellence is to subdue without losing blood. I have no ambition in life, but I have in me their blood through their sacrifice. All I wish to achieve is to honour their ambition.” So the interview came to an end with an agreement that I would let him look over the article before publication. Of course, I didn’t explicitly say I wouldn’t publish it if he disagreed with what I’d written, but it wasn’t like I planned to cause problems. Then there was silence. Deafening silence. The world never slept, always another email, another message to read, to send, but nothing about my story was changing any longer. No, I just had to sit down and type. Letter by letter, I hollowed myself out, putting aside my principles in preference to becoming the entertainer. No one would care about Echo, Noise, Lancelot—I had to make them care. I had to carefully decide on the order to present the facts, the context for them, designing everything to make that click worth it to the reader. And when I felt empty enough to collapse in on myself, nothing left to hold me up, I had to come up with the fucking clickbait title. “The Echo a death leaves behind.” “The Echo of a hero.” “Can an Echo be louder than the Noise which makes it?” George had a good eye for headlines, so I settled on those three for him to choose from; maybe he’d come up with his own. Just… I couldn’t bring myself to send the email. I stared. God, I stared, the words dancing over each other as my eyes lost focus. As if playing around, I tried to keep from blinking, let my brain turn the visual information into something semi-psychedelic, starting to wriggle. The further I strayed from thinking about the article, the less of a journalist I felt. Quiet at first, that sliver of humanity gradually filled the emptiness inside me with empathy, apathy giving way to that heartfelt aching. A steady and dull thump in my chest, reminding me why I’d quit that shit-infested tabloid near nine years ago now. Word by word, I deleted the article, deleted the copy, emptied the recycling bin. Deleted the draft email and emptied the bin. For the first time in years, I didn’t hide behind the facts. They weren’t my shield. No, I opened myself up, writing an unabashedly honest opinion piece. I wrote about how I’d suffered writing in the past, how I’d suffered writing this article. I included references to my teenage years, to my university years, to my few years at a “real newspaper”. God, I even included the story about me wetting the bed at a sleepover when I was eight. And then I wrote about how Echo had suffered. Not in the way I would write an article, but in the way I would write to a friend. I wrote how I couldn’t imagine what he’d gone through, that I admired his character and his love for his brother and his brother’s friend, that, even though I’d not known them and even though I knew he felt like he wasn’t doing anything special, Noise and Lancelot would have been so proud of him. I poured my heart out until there was nothing left. Rather than empty, though, I felt content. Last of all, I sent the article to Echo; George just got a short: “Article written pending confirmations, will send it later, ready for next story.” For the first time in a long time, I slept like a baby. Greeting me when I woke up was a short reply from Echo, written in decent English. “To be honest, I wanted to be obscene. I wanted someone to tell me I was stupid, unfilial and rude. I wanted to be a child and scolded like one. But now I see that my brothers spoiled me and what I really wanted was for someone to worry for me again. Sincerely, thank you. Your article has my blessing.” I didn’t deserve that, I knew. But fuck if I wasn’t going to cherish it ’til my timely death.
In the first five days of April, the game of the Daftar Jokers: Hindi slots has been introduced in Singapore. This is the very first online casino game that is based on the highly popular Chinese game, the Mahjong. The game is based on the same principles of the mahjong and the game is thus referred to as Mahjong on the basis of its similarity with Chinese traditional card games. This is a progressive slot machine game that uses random number generators to generate the winning numbers. This progressive slot machine game has been developed by the experts in the field of computer software in the hope that they could create an innovative casino game. The random number generators have been embedded in the software, which is in the form of a virtual machine that runs on an embedded Linux operating system. It is very simple for the players to access this feature and use it to create an exciting gaming experience. The software can be downloaded directly from the website of the Daftar Jokers: Hindi slot machine company without the need for a registration. This makes it easy for all interested players to play the game at no cost. To make it even more interesting, there is an additional "joker" slot machine called the "super rare" that gives players an extra amount of chips when they win. The players need to login to the Daftar Jokers: Hindi slot online casino and select the super rare slot joker; the machine will then spin and display a message saying "You have won the jackpot". The player needs to login again to win the jackpot and the experience is just the same as when he wins the regular jackpot. You can download joker slot machines as many times you like until you run out of money. However, you can only play these machines up to two at a time. Although there are various attractive features associated with this slot machine, one of its unique features is the "daftar joker123" machine. This machine is not connected to any other regular slot machines; therefore, it is in a different category altogether. When you add the word "daisy" to its name, you can clearly understand what the machine is based on. The word "daisy" is based on the Chinese character" Dong Gui Zhi", which means "Daffodil Flower". According to popular belief, the flower grows in the spring and symbolizes new life. In addition, there is also another story that says that the flower is representative of new love. Therefore, the Daftar Joker123 is based on the love story. Another interesting fact about this machine is that the winning combination for this slot is always a red or black daisy. Although there are various attractive features of the "daisy" slot machine, you should always remember that this particular game is based on luck and chance. No matter how good your computer is or how lucky you are, there is no such thing as an expert computer program that can beat this machine. Therefore, you should play this game only with the hope of winning some money from it. That is why it is suggested that you play this online challenge from the comfort of your own home.
Which films did you watch last week? (10.18.2020 - 10.24.2020)
Hello, FGers. The weekly thread is here. I got time to watch a lot of stuff all through the previous fortnight. All first viewings. A number of these titles are quite well-known and chances are you may have seen at least one of them. Don't forget to leave your comments! Angels with Dirty Faces(1938, Michael Curtiz) This is my first James Cagney feature. yes, had never seen him in a film before, though I had heard a lot. This one seemed to me like pretty much a typical gangster feature of that era. Cagney tried his best and was reasonably memorable but the supporting cast were all below par. Pat O'Brien as the holier-than-holy priest was dull, the heroine was non-existent and unnecessary and those Dead End Kids were super irritating. The final scene did a lot to lift this film and help it achieve the reputation it has. Otherwise it would have been a pretty generic and forgettable gangster flick. It does not have the pizzazz of Scarface for sure. 5/10 Ram Jaane(1995, Rajiv Mehra) This is the Hindi language remake of AwDF with Shahrukh Khan playing Cagney's role. "Ram Jaane" literally means "God knows" which is what the main character, an orphan, is named in his childhood. It is like watching an "extended cut" of AwDF, with all the plot points that were either condensed or left outright to the viewers' imagination in the original, expanded. We get more childhood scenes of the main characters. We get to see more of how Ram Jaane rose in the criminal underworld. We get to see more of his romantic interest. Shahrukh Khan entirely dominates the film with his super-manic swagger. A lot of people will call his acting as hamming but I beg to differ. A good actor can find nuances even within overacting and Shahrukh plays the character exactly the way it is written. What's more, this film actually gives the heroine something to do unlike the original where she was there just to show that the lead wasn't a homosexual. 5/10 One, Two, Three(1961, Billy Wilder) Now, this film is enough to turn me into a Cagney fan. I am planning on watching a lot more from him. I also used to think that Wilder was better at serious narratives than comic ones - all my previous top favourites from him have been in the serious vein. Well, not anymore - I can now say with complete certainty that he did make at least one outright masterpiece of comedy and that's this one. This is the kind of manic, steroid-fuelled, hyperspeed farce that I was expecting Bringing Up Baby to be. That one did not quite manage to it to the finish line but this one did and with a lot more charm. Not only is it consistently funny but there are so many satirical jibes at virtually all political ideologies - capitalism, communism, nazism and then some more - that I am sure I missed quite a few. This one deserves multiple viewings just to soak it all in. 9/10 The Lost World(1925, Harry O. Hoyt) This one is more interesting from a monster movie history standpoint than as a movie. It is a showcase for stop-motion monsters from the factory of Willis O'Brien which is nominally supported by a story. Which is a shame, because Arthur Conan Doyle's source novel is truly rich entertainment with great characters and dialogue apart from the usual dinosaur-heavy attractions. Those who are interested in this due to the poster of a rampaging T-rex or allosaurus in London, be forewarned: the poster is a half-lie. A dinosaur does indeed run loose in London at the end of the movie, but it is a brontosaurus, a herbivore. So those who are expecting some sort of precursor to the final act of Spielberg's The Lost World will be disappointed. 6/10 The Lost World(1960, Irwin Allen) Now this is just awful in all respects. Fox slashed their budget so they couldn't afford stop-motion, so they went for the bad-ol' "lizards with stuff glued on to their backs" technique. And there are very few of those things visible in the film and only one monster fight! Curiously, that monster fight is the only scene in the entire film that works. As fake and ridiculous as these 'dinosaurs' look, there is not much about their fighting that is fake. The lizard and the juvenile alligator actually go for it with everything they have got and it's very probable that one of both of these animals were injured to some degree during the spectacle. It works because it is very much real. Sadly, that is just one scene lasting for around 3 minutes. The rest is more reminiscent of H. Rider Haggard than Arthur Conan Doyle, what with a hunt for diamonds and a cave of lava and such. There is zero suspense and the acting is quite mediocre despite casting veterans such as Claude Rains and Michael Rennie. Overall, there is just very little fun to be had in this film. 2/10 Body and Soul(1947, Robert Rossen) Boxing is far from being my favourite sport and the ever-present mafia connections make it even more unpleasant to me. I came away a bit disappointed with this because I had expected something like another The Hustler. Instead I got a pretty straightforward boxing movie. However, I admit that a lot of stuff I saw as boxing movie cliches, in fact, originated with this film. Raging Bull might have not existed or might have turned out to be a different sort of film, had Body and Soul not existed. I won't be in a hurry to rewatch it but I do concede that it is worth watching once as it is an important step in the evolution of the boxing movie over the years. 6/10 Dark Passage(1947, Delmer Daves) Blecch. This one had a story and plot so stupid that my head reeled and hurt. Nothing, and I mean absolutely NO-THING, follows any semblance of logic in this one. It is the very definition of randomness and lazy hackiness. Don't let the allure of the names of Bogart and Bacall fool you. Bogart spends the entire film merely reacting to stuff that's being done to him and Bacall's flaring and twitching nostrils are the only animate thing about her. Can't believe there are so many people who can bring themselves to like this. If made today, this would be the laughingstock of the internet in the vein of those wretched Neil Breen movies. 2/10 Heart and Souls(1993, Ron Underwood) I select this as the standout pick from the fortnight. One, Two, Three is the better film of the two but it also has altogether better pedigree and reputation. Had it not been Robert Downey jr.'s post-2007 comeback, this one would have been forgotten today. It is a nice, heartwarming, feel-good type of movie which is carried mainly by actors, though even the script is no slog. It takes around half an hour for Downey jr. to appear but after that, it's mainly his show. In the supporting cast, Tom Sizemore is a total hoot. True, the script has a number of incosistencies and the syrup is laid thick in many parts but that's the nature of this genre. It's not for everyone but if you are in the mood for something that you can enjoy without taxing your brain much, give this one a go. 9/10 Speechless(1994, Ron Underwood) I guess Ron Underwood needs a decent script to make a good film. With such a hackneyed, meandering, going-nowhere kind of plot, there is not much that the director or the actors can do. I did laugh at two scenes in the film, one involving wrong messages on a teleprompter and the other about a botched television broadcast. The idea behind both these comic scenes is the same. 4/10 Monsters, Inc.(2001, Pete Docter) Feature-length animation is usually not my thing unless it has got more focus on a good story and less on quick movements and flashiness. Wall-E, for example. My favourite sub-genre within animation is claymation, because with that I am more ready to acknowledge and respect the hard work that goes in it. With Toy Story, I could but the idea of sentient toys. With Monsters, Inc. I was utterly unable to understand the idea that children's screams power an alternate universe. Can soundless fear not be collected? So many screaming children all over the world would surely begin some investigation by the adults, I think. Another problem I have with animated films is that they cannot sit straight and take it easy even for a second. Each and every second there has to be something flashy, constant movement all over the screen. It's like they think the viewers are babies satisfied by waving shiny rattles before them. There is no difference between this approach and Michael Bay style modern action movies. Yet, animation films get praise all over while those action films are termed low class. I just don't understand it. 3/10 Monsters University(2013, Dan Scanlon) It did not turn out to be worse than the first. I was not expecting it to be better either, so that low bar was cleared. They completely wasted Steve Buscemi and his character. He was introduced as a much friendlier being but ended up as the same he was in the sequel, without any buildup to his change of character. 3/10
Cryng about a sorry letter of a wrecked heart at 2am
He sent an email just now. I don’t know what to feel. I just wanted to hug him. But he’s over 11,600 km away from me. I’m sorry. I wish I know, Michael. [Long Email Content] It was a saturday night nung nag-celebrate ng debut ang friend natin. I was with you, your bestfriend, and my bestfriend Dio. We're both shocked nang nalaman natin that they're in a pseudo relationship. That party ended at around quarter to two in the morning. Habang ihahatid ka na namin sa bahay mo, hindi sinasadyang mabanggit ni Dio ang offer sakanya ng isang university sa US. Nagalit si Kathleen, bakit hindi niya daw 'to alam. Sa malawak na kalye ng Taft, nag-walk out ang bestfriend mo, at hinabol naman siya ni Dio. Naiwan tayong dalawa sa loob ng kotse, silently starring at them outside. Habang pinagmamasdan natin sila, bigla kang nagsalita. "Anong kayang feeling ng secret lovers?" Medyo nagulat ako sa sinabi mo. And I know naman that you still don't have any idea because you've never been in a relationship at all. At taga-share ka lang ng kilig sa mga couple friends natin. "Gusto mong i-try?" sagot ko naman. Pero wala akong idea bakit ko yun nasabi. Nabigla ata ako. I was thinking out loud na pala. Pero, hindi mo agad na-gets yung sinabi ko. Kumunot ang noo mo dahil sa pagtataka. "Gusto mo bang tayo rin? Pero secret lang......hindi lang natin ipapaalam kahit kanino." Pero wala parin akong nakuhang sagot galing sayo. I held your hand pero hindi ka pa rin makapag-react. Tinititigan mo lang ako. Walang ni-anong salita ang nanggaling sayo. Lumipas ang mga araw, masasabi ko na masaya ako. Masaya ako kapag kasama kita. Kilala na kita since high school, we're schoolmates remember? Ikaw yung tipong medyo invisible pa dati, until you came-out in your shell. Unti-unti kanang nakikilala dahil sa ang galing mong mag-laro ng archery. Medyo nahihiya pa akong i-approach kita dati, baka masabihan mo ako ng feeling close. You're cute. Charming. Lalo na ang gray eyes mo. You keep on smiling kaya kita napapansin dati pa. At matagal na kitang kilala. I just keep on starring you... . from afar. Walang nakaka-alam that we're on a relationship. Even my friends or my twin sister. Alam lang nila we're just schoolmates dati, close friends, or minsan, classmates tayo sa ilang subjects. Minsan, tuwing lunch natatawa nalang ako kapag sinasabi mong "uuwi ako" . Kakaripas ka agad ng takbo, ako naman ang dami ko pang excuse na gagawin. Minsan sinasabi ko nalang sakanila that pinapauwi ako ng dad ko or may kukunin ako sa bahay. Minsan iba yung dinadaanan ko at dumadaan pa ako sa kabilang building pa ko para lang hindi sila makahalata. Minsan din dadaan pa ako sa soccer field bago ako pumunta sa parking lot para mag-kita tayo. Being in this relationship was so hard. Not in a way where in, we're both guys or what. It's just kailangan mainggat, kailangan wala silang alam. One time pumunta tayo sa isang bilyaran kasama natin ang barkada, kasama mo sa isang sulok yung ibang mga kaibigan natin habang ako naka-upo lang sa upuan at nag-tetext. Ikaw yung ka text ko nun diba? Nagpapa-turo ka kung pano mag-bilyar. Tawang-tawa pa nga tayo kung pano kung turuan kita, ano kayang magiging reaction nila. Pero habang nagta-type ako, lumapit sa akin yung isa nating kasama na babae, nag-papaturo kung paano mag-bilyar. Ayaw ko naman na maging mukhang bastos kaya pumayag nalang ako. Hindi ko namalayang nakatingin ka pala sa amin. Hindi ko napansin at naisip na makikita mo kami. Alam kong medyo iba yung galaw nung babae, minsan sinasadya niyang idikit yung boobs niya sa braso ko pero hindi ko nalang pinansin yun. And then, the next thing I knew, wala ka na sa bilyaran. Inikot ko ang mga mata ko sa paligid pero ni-anino mo hindi ko makita. Panay ang text ko sayo. Pero hindi ka man lang nag-reply. Ang tanga at gago ko. Bakit hindi man lang sumagi sa isip ko na magagalit ka. Magseselos. I dialed your number pero nakapatay yung phone mo. Alam kong galit ka. Pero paano ako makakapag-explain kung ayaw mo akong kausapin? Nakaupo lang ako sa isang gilid, naghihintay ng reply mo pero biglang bumukas ang pinto at niluwa ka nito. Gustong-gusto kitang lapitan at kausapin pero bawal, makahalata sila. Pero bakit parang the emotions are real na? May gusto na ba ako sayo? The next thing I knew, I was inevitably falling in-love with you. Paano 'to nangyari? Pero sa tingin ko, it just happened. I found myself getting excited when I'm texting or talking to you over Twitter, eating lunch or snacks with you, sharing my assignments. I would check my statistics answers thrice just to make sure you would copy the correct solutions. At my twentieth year, I fell in-love with you. Everything around was multicolored as I live my world in fantasy. I wanted to believe that there was a meaning behind your stolen glances, at sincere ka kapag you said nice things about me. A glimpse, a little compliment or genuine laugh from you really made my day, assigning different interpretations to what your words and gestures really meant. Pinaniwala ko ng novel series na Sweet Dreams na no matter how impossible things were, the main characters would still end-up together eventually. Kaya naniniwala ako na there was a happy ending for us someday. But the book didn't tell me na sa realidad, love could be solitary feeling that exist. Whether it is returned or not. Because at our senior year in high school, my feelings for you was not only reciprocated, but also unappreciated. Loving you taught me a lot of lessons, but the toughest one I had to learn was to realized that love knows no gender. Hindi ako sanay na may hinahatid ako kahit dis-oras ng gabi. Hindi rin ako sanay na may tatawag sa phone ko para malaman kung naka-uwi na ba ako or kung pano ako umuwi kapag hindi tayo maka-sama. Hindi ako sanay ng may nag-sisend sa akin ng kanta or gagawan ako ng playlist sa spotify. Hindi rin ako sanay na tinatakbuhan ng ibang tao. Tulad 'nong sobrang galit ka kase nag-away kayo ng kuya mo, alas-dos ng madaling araw, ako yung una mong tinawagan para maka-usap. Hanggang ala-syete ng umaga tayo magkausap sa phone, kahit na antok na antok na ako, hindi parin kita pinabayaan. Hindi ako sanay, pero ng dahil sayo nasanay ako. Pero, sa tingin ko hindi talaga pwede. Kase kayo, ang alam niyo may girlfriend ako. Dahil may pinakilala ako sainyo dati. You never met her eversince, pero minsan kasama siya sa jamming ng barkada. Sayang nga lang wala ka lagi. Ang alam rin ng mga kaibigan at pamilya ko, I'm in a relationship with her. I remember noong birthday ng kapatid ko I invited her. Nasa pool kami that time, naka-lublob ang mga paa namin sa tubig habang nag-lalaro sa cellphone, nagshe-share pa kami nun sa iisang earphones, nasa tenga ko ang isa, habang nasa kanya yung kabila. "I Really Like You" ni Carly Rae Jepsen ang kanta nun nang bigla niyang tinanggal yung earphone sa tenga niya. Tumingin siya saakin at sabay sabi. . "I need to tell you something" . . Tumigil ako sa paglalaro at tinanggal ko na rin yung earphone sa tenga ko. "Ano yun?" sabay tingin sakanya. Biglang kumabog ang dibdib ko. . . . We're both eighteen-years-old when we met. Both fresh graduates from our senior year in high school. It was a summer vacation when we met during our climbs. Iisang team lang kami that time. Mataas yung bundok na pinuntahan namin, it took us 1 1/2 days bago kami makarating sa tuktuk and 1 1/2 days din kaming magkasama. After that climb, we've been close to each other. We talk over FaceTime 'til 5am. Gave her flowers and chocolates, while she gave me a DVD set of Detective Conan Series for my 19th Birthday in exchange for posing as her boyfriend to make her ex jealous. She said "I love you" once, but I'm not sure if I heard it right because we're both drunk. I like her. She's simple, smart, elegant, generous, and superb humble. She's perfect. Kaya lang, ayaw niya ng commitment, we just let our gestures do the talking for us. I assumed at that time that she likes me too. Wala pa namang siya ina-admit about anything yet, but I let her hug and kiss me. Oo, parang kami pero hindi. Hindi ako sanay na pinipigilanang feelings ko. Ako kasi, kapag nag-mamahal ako, pinapaalam ko. Pero sayo, hindi ko man lang maamin, dinadaan ko nalang sa mga biro. I don't know that if you feel the same way as I do. Baka nag-a'assume lang ako na you like me as well kahit hindi naman talaga. Even na I'm dying to tell you that I like you, I can't. Because I'm not sure if you'd like it. Baka mapahiya lang ako. Yung mga oras na nagkaka-yayaan tayo mag-kape kung sa asan. Over cappuccino and latte, nagki-kwentuhan tayo about random stuff in life. And how universe can actually play around and make something unexpected yet so good. That very first day we had a coffee together, I secretly kept that cup sleeve sa kapeng ininuman mo kasi doon nakalagay ang pangalan mo. Tinago ko siya as a memento ng unang coffee date nating dalawa. I don't know, siguro feeling ko kasi masyadong naging significant sa buhay ko ang araw na iyon. May nga gabing di na ako matulog dahil siguro nasobrahan na ako sa kape, at nasobrahan sa iyo. Dumating ka sa buhay ko nang hindi ko inaasahan. Pero kasabay ng pagdating mo, ang pagbago ng mundo ko. Sa kabila ng pagiging abala ko sa mga bagay bagay, pagkadating sa iyo, nasisira lahat ng plano ko. Hindi ko napapansin ang oras kapag magkasama tayo. At napapansin ko na lang, na lagi kitang hinahanap. Parang hindi kompleto ang araw ko kapag hindi kita nakikita. At kahit na laging kutang nakakasama, nawala ka lang ng sandali sa tabi ko, miss na kita agad. Lahat na ng mga kabaduyan, pumapasok sa isip ko kapag naalala kita. Ikaw, alam ko na hindi ka nakabubuti sa akin. Alam ko that in the long run, masasaktab lang ako sa iyo. Pero bakit habang maaga pa, hindi ako umiiwas? Kasi sa ngayon, napapasaya mo ako. Napupunan mo ang ilang taong pagkukulang sa buhay ko. At pinapadama mo sa akin ang mga bagay na akala ko noon, hindi na darating sa akin. . . . "I need to tell you something" . . Tinanggal ko na rin yung earphone sa tenga ko. "Ano yun?" tanong ko sa kanya. Biglang kumabog ang dibdib ko. "Promise me that you won't be mad ha" sabi niya na mas lalong nagpakaba sa akin. "Okay" mahinahon kong sagot habang hinahanapan ko siya ng clue sa mga mata niya. "I'm a lesbian. And.....I'm currently in a relationship with someone" I was shook, I wanna ask her a lot of questions pero, I should be the one to understand and be her friend to support whatever her choices in life. "Nearly a year na. Kaso she's still in a closet. You know how society reacts naman diba?" I just nodded. Habang nakat-tingin sa tubig sa pool. Now I understand kung bakit ganun ang treatment niya sa akin after all this time. "One last favor" "Ano?" sagot ko. "Pwede bang magpanggap ka tomorrow as my jowa? Kasi si Patrick ang kulit na naman eh. Promise, last na 'to. Ang dami ko nang utang sayo. Pero kasi, ayaw pa din ako tantanan." Sabi niya na may irita sa kanyang boses. Yung ex-boyfriend niya pala gusto pa din siya. "Ok, sure" sagot ko na naman. Kinabukasan, nagkita-kita kami sa mall. Nagka-yayaan manuod ng sine pagkatapos kumain. The Martian. Saktong sakto din, fan ako ni Matt Damon. Pagkatapos ng pelikula papalabas na kami ng sinehan, sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, nagka-salubong tayo. Medyo gulat ang mukha mo nung nakita mo kaming magkasama. Nataranta ako. Nagalit sa sarili ko. Alam ko, sinaktan na naman kita. Hindi ako makatulog nung gabing yun. Kating-kati na akong tawagan ka o i-text man lang para makausap ka. Para sabihin sayo na wala lang iyon. Habang naka-titig ako sa kisame ng kwarto ko biglang tumunog ang cellphone ko. Nag-text ka. Kinabahan ako bigla. "Itigil na natin 'to. Ayoko na ng ganitong set-up." Text mo sa akin. Para akong binuhusan ng malamig na tubig. Napa-upo ako sa kama ko at nanginginig na nagtype ng reply ko sayo. "Huh? Bakit? So, anong gusto mong mangyari?" Sagot ko naman. Sa totoo lang gusto ko nang umiyak. Bakit ganun? Ilang taon kitang minahal sa malayo at ngayon na nandito ka na sa akin, tsaka naman tayo magkakaganito? "Ewan. Hindi ko alam. Basta ang alam ko lang, Ayoko na ng ganitong set-up ng relationship." Sagot mo. Hindi ko na naligilan ang luha ko. Gusto kitang puntahan sa inyo para kausapin ka at para maayos natin ito. "Does it mean..Gusto mo na ba akong i-break?" Sagot ko. Naka-titig lang ako sa screen ng cellphone ko at hinhintay ng sagot mo. Umiiyak at umaasang magbago ang isip mo at maayos natin ito. . . . What I had for you was a classic tale of almost lovers but not quite that lasted for how many years. No, I am still not over you. There would be times when the memory of you still visit me. I paused at the strum of a song and thought of you, forgetting what I was doing. It has beena year since I last saw you up close yet I still could picture every detail of your face, every fiber, every line, every shade even with the photograph fades and crumbles, even if I won't see you again, you would still be vividly remember because you were captured by something more powerful than the camera. Para kang sisig, yosi at kape sa buhay ko. Hindi ko maiwas-iwasan, hindi ko kayang tanggihan, kahit na alam ko na iisa lang naman ang patutunguhan nito—sakit sa puso. You would always be the air in my lungs, something that is always close to my heart, something that would be with me until my last breath. I missed you. -Michael ——— Bakit ako umiiyak? At bakit ngayon ko lang ‘to nalaman? 🤧
Random Number: A random number is a number generated using a large set of numbers and a mathematical algorithm which gives equal probability to all numbers occurring in the specified distribution. Random numbers are most commonly produced with the help of a random number generator. Random numbers have important applications, especially in ran·dom (răn′dəm) adj. 1. Having no specific pattern, purpose, or objective: random movements. See Synonyms at chance. 2. Mathematics & Statistics Of or relating to a type of circumstance or event that is described by a probability distribution. 3. Of or relating to an event in which all outcomes are equally likely, as in the testing of a blood After each number is selected, the ball with that number is returned to the set, the balls are allowed to blow around for a minute or two, and then another ball is allowed to escape. Sometimes the digits in the decimal expansions of irrational number s are used in an attempt to obtain random numbers. Random definition, proceeding, made, or occurring without definite aim, reason, or pattern: the random selection of numbers. See more. Meaning of random numbers. What does random numbers mean? .37The most random two-digit number is 37, When groups of people are polled to pick a “random number between 1 and 100”, the most commonly chosen number is 37.42The Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything (“what is 6 times 9”, correct in base 13 Seeds, distributions, algorithms. Use the rand, randn, and randi functions to create sequences of pseudorandom numbers, and the randperm function to create a vector of randomly permuted integers. Use the rng function to control the repeatability of your results. Use the RandStream class when you need more advanced control over random number generation. random definition: 1. happening, done, or chosen by chance rather than according to a plan: 2. strange or unusual…. Learn more. Hindi words for random include यादृच्छिक, बेतरतीब, अनियमित, बिना सोचे समझे, क्रमरहित, एकाएक किया हुआ, अव्यवस्थित and अटकलपच्चू. Find more Hindi words at wordhippo.com! Random meaning in Hindi (हिन्दी मे मीनिंग ) is सहसा उत्पन्न.English definition of Random : lacking any definite plan or order or purpose; governed by or depending on chance; a random choice; bombs fell at random; random movements. Tags: Hindi meaning of random, random meaning in hindi, random ka matalab hindi me, random translation and definition in Hindi language.random का मतलब (मीनिंग) हिंदी में Now we have the last number left which is 65. according to the Hindi number counting, Hindi meaning of 65 is पैसठ (Paisath) So finally, we will write 48565 in Hindi as- 48×1000+5×100+65 – अड़तालीस हजार पांच सौ पैसठ (Adtalis Hajar Panch Sau Paisath)
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