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Child's Play 2007
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Jan 2, 2008

"It just (don't) works!" or "My Mac switch nightmare"

Gerry

UPDATE: Now with 100% more less follow up apology post!

With the exception of names and a raging boner, this is a 100% true story. I just wanted to get that out of the way now. I didn't want to preface my preface, as this is a long post already, but I really wanted to get this out there because it is a crime what apple is doing to their customers. And the worst part is half of them are so "Apple Happy" or just plain new to computers, they are completely oblivious and blind to what is going on. There is one must read section at the bottom I want everyone to read whether or not you read the entire story. It's horrible and I want people to know what Apple is doing. Without further ado, here's the rest of the story.

After much research and chatting with some friends of mine, last September I decided to purchase a Macbook Pro. I figured, Apple is supposed to use some high quality parts in their Macbook Pro line, plus I can run Vista (Yes Vista, I like it, Fuck you very much) with dx10 and even had the only laptop with a dx10 capable video card at the time. So I plunk down my (read: not mine) hard earned (read: given) 2500 bucks to purchase one. It comes in the mail. I'm as happy as a child receiving a video game on Christmas(capital C).

So I'm loving my new found freedom. I felt like bubble boy, having been giving a bubble suit to venture away from my bubble room for the first time. I could now compute anywhere, even on the can if I desired. I now had the ability to watch tv in my room (my house has only one cable outlet). I didn't have to sit in my room while working anymore. I could go downstairs and enjoy my nice tv, I could do work on the train, I was free from my shackles I called a desk.

Then I noticed it. My laptop wasn't sitting flat on the table. It was wobbling. I thought maybe there's something underneath it. I checked. Nope. I took a closer look at my laptop. The bottom casing was warped right around the dvd drive. I thought, oh, well I'll go down to the store and talk to them. I just got it two weeks ago, they should be able to replace it no problem.

I arrive at the Cambridge Side Apple store. I'd never been in an Apple store before. It felt.... creepy. People were enjoying themselves in a computer store, happily buying highly marked up products. The staff weren't 40 year old nothings. They were hip, trendy (cliche) people my age. They were designers, they were musicians, they were wanabes. Everything about them screamed, look at me, I'm hip and trendy with my apple computer. You can be too!

I skulk my way to the back, passing the tutors, passing the cinema displays, passing the mac fanboy on the floor with a raging boner who just creamed himself and passed out after finally getting his hands on an iphone. Ah the Mac Genius bar. They are geniusi, surely they could assist me. I walk up to this kid checking people in.

"Do you have an appointment"

I think to myself, what am I in the doctor's office? Then laugh thinking about my time as a computer repair tech and how much trouble doctors would get in if they repaired people while consuming alcohol.

"Umm no I don't," I replied.

"Well, your in luck, things are slow tonight, we can have Colin (That was probably not his name as I have forgotten what it was, I just replaced it with some random "trendy" name apple employee's are required to have) here assist you with your problem."

"Thank you."

Colin was a younger guy who was hiding his balding by shaving his head and growing out his beard. I never understood that. Hey look at me! I'm not bald, I just moved my hair to the jaw line region. Incidentally, Helen would have called him a pubic hair face. "Yo," He greeted me.

"Howdy (I'm from the south. Sometimes I like to wear that on my sleeve)"

"How can I help you tonight?"

I proceed to explain to him the issue of my warped casing citing I'm worried since it's around the dvd drive it might cause problems with dvd playback. Almost immediately, he cuts in.

"Well, I'll have to charge you for that repair. I have no way of telling if it's customer abuse or if it's our fault. That kind of repair runs about 400 dollars because we have to replace the whole bottom case."

"Don't I have a warranty to cover this kind of thing?" I did.

"Like I said, it's possible it's customer abuse. I'm not saying you aren't careful with your laptop," Yes you are I thought, "but I can't tell if you did this or not, so I can't cover it. Would you like to check it in with us today?"

"Well, I can't really afford that right now... and I don't have another computer to use. Being a graphic designer, it's kind of my life blood. I also don't really have that kind of money right now" I had just lost my job at Harmonix.

"I understand. I can't guarantee that price forever though. So you'll want to bring it back soon."

Woah wait huh!? Red flag. Can't Guarantee the price forever? Where the fuck am I? A gas station? Did George Bush buy Apple? I nod in agreement, pack my things, and leave.

The next day I contact Apple phone support.

"How may I help you today"

Wow these overseas Indian guys are mimicking the English language perfectly now! Oh wait, he's American. "Yeah, I went to the Apple store last night. I recently purchased a Macbook Pro and the casing is warped. I just noticed it a few nights ago. I went to the store and they told me it would cost 400 dollars to repair."

"That's interesting. According to my notes you are under warranty. While it is up to the store to decide how much to charge," Wait... run that by me again? Up to the store? "you are technically under warranty. I could send you a box and we could repair it for you through our repair service, free of charge."

"That would be great, but this is my only computer currently, how long would it take?"

"Seven days."

"Oh ouch.. well, I should have my desktop up and running again shortly. Can you please notate this conversation so when I call back, they will know it's a known issue and take care of it like you have?"

"Sure that wouldn't be a problem."

So I am content right now. I still have a warped laptop, but I can't do anything about it currently as I am looking for jobs and my desktop is on the fritz. Here's were the story gets really interesting.

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WARNING WARNING! BOSS APPROACHING! (read: the really interesting part. the must read is further down)

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So fast forward to two weeks ago. I come home from work for the Christmas holiday. I open my laptop. I start messing around. I notice there's a big piece of dust on the screen, I wipe it off. I continue messing around. I notice it's back. I wipe it again. Then I notice, wait, that's not on the screen. What the hell is this? It's under the screen. How the hell did that get in there? I call customer support...

"Hi, I have what appears to be a speck of dust on the inside of my screen."

"I'm sorry to hear that sir, I can schedule with a Mac Genius at the store and we can get that taken care of."

"Um, last time I went down there, they tried to charge me to repair my warped case, which is still under warranty I'd like to add."

"I assure you they won't do that sir. I'm putting notes in your account to attest to that and also noting for them to repair the case as I see notes in here on a previous conversation with us. You should be able to go down their and get your repairs done. If they have any problems, tell them to give us a call and we will explain the situation further to them."

"Ok thank you."

Back off to the store with me. This time equipped with backing from phone support. I arrive about 45 minutes early. This time they are a little busier, so I mosey on around the store for about 30 minutes, browsing the "already been out on pc for 10 months" aisle before they are ready to see me.

This time it's a lanky man named Christopher. Again with the "hip" attitude. Can't just be Chris? Why do you look like you recently went through an emo phase?

"What can I do for you today?"

"Hi, I just got off the phone with Apple tech. They sent me here to talk to you" I explained my problem to him.

"Oh that's a bubble under your screen. I'm going to have to ask you to remove the stickers from your laptop. Do you mind if I take it into the back?"

"Um sure why not."

This is where I wait for about 20 minutes for him to do whatever it is they do to mac's "in the back." I imagine him doing the hardware "from behind" because everyone knows how in love mac users are with their macs. If you don't believe, don't take my word for it, take his.

He comes back up front. "Well there are a couple of things I'd like to point out to you. There is a dent on the corner of the back of the LCD casing, and a ding on your ram panel." I was 100% sure those were not there when I came in. I'm a technophile and I take EXTREMELY good care of my tech. "It shouldn't be a problem, but I just have to note them."

"Oh, ok."

"Usually a repair on the LCD is 700 or 800 hundred dollars," good god fuck me shit mother fucker, "and another 200 for the case repair plus labor," 200? The last guy told me 400... something is fishy here, "but since it's under warranty, I'll give you a deal and do them both for 180 dollar and no labor fee."

DINGDINGDINGDINGWAAAAAHHHHOOOOOOO RED FLAG CENTRAL. Give me a deal? GIVE ME A DEAL!? It's under warranty. What kind of shit is he trying to pull? Give me a deal? Are you a used car salesman? When I worked in retail, I worked in retail in America. I'm sorry, but we can't work out deals on the company dime for corporate America. Shit is priced at what it's priced, or it comes out my paycheck.

"I just got off the phone with customer service and they said it would be free, and that if you had a problem with that to call them."

"I don't see those notes here, and I won't call them because they will just give me the same answer I gave you."

I told him I would return at another time to get the repairs done.

The next night I promptly call back phone support.

"Hi, thank you for calling Apple Tech support, how may I help you."

A girl? Interesting. "Yes, I'm calling about my Macbook-" I describe my issue and the problem I had the previous night at the store.

"That's awful. Let me review the notes real quick, may I put you on hold?"

"Sure"

She comes back ten minutes later, "Well since you said you spoke with customer service, I'm going to have to transfer you to our customer care line."

"Um, are you not customer service? This is the same number I called the other night."

"No we're tech support." Same god damned thing.

"Well, I'm sorry, I miss spoke. I thought it was the same thing. I spoke with tech support."

"Oh well I can I put you back on hold?" Another 5 minutes pass before she comes back. "Thank you for holding."

"Can I ask you something? Why did I buy an Apple product? Why did I spend 2500 dollars on an Apple product only to be treated like some Dell or Gateway customer."

"I'm sorry for your trouble sir, I'm transferring you to tier 2 service, but the wait time is about 2 hours, do you want to wait?"

"I have a 2500 dollar laptop that is new, warped and has a bad LCD, yeah, I got all day to wait."

I wait maybe 10 minutes before tier 2 comes on the line. The warning must have been a ploy to get me to give up. "Welcome to tier 2 may I help you?" Again I explain the situation. "Ok we're going to send you out a box overnight. Put your computer in the box and drop it off at a DHL location, it will have a return label on it. Give me a minute to go over the notes." He too disappears for 15 minutes. I'm talking to Chad online at this point giving him the blow by blow (read: not a sexual reference). He's wondering why, if they are sending me a box, does he need to disappear for so long to read notes? He comes back, explain the box thing to me again and sends me off. I'm frustrated, but content at this point.

Box comes in. Laptop goes out. Five days later, a day before the New Year, the laptop returns. I once again excitedly open it up and check it out. Most of the case is still the same. They couldn't be bothered to replace the dinged ram panel and the keyboard panel, but they did replace the rest of the bottom case. I boot up. Woah ho ho, brand new, no bubble LCD screen.

I boot up World of Warcrack (thanks Tomy and Phil for getting me back into that game... Assholes...) and play for awhile. I would like to note here, that the laptop is sitting on my desk with nothing obstructing the vent. After about two hours, the laptop abruptly shuts off.

"Umm... what the fuck"

Then I notice a sulfur smell. The smell of fried electronics, and it's strong.

"Holy fuck balls..."

The laptop won't turn on, the light on the charger is gone, the laptop is a paper weight... Two hours after the laptop is returned to me, it fries itself. I give up and go to bed. The next morning I try to turn it on... won't power up. I try a few more times 5 minutes later, it turns on, but the sulfur smell immediately returns. I call the phone lines, blah blah closed for New Years. I call the store, they are open! They schedule me for a 3:20 appointment at the Genius Bar.

I show up an hour early. Mistake. The kid in the back says they are swamped but he will check me in. I decide I can't spend an hour in there and start wondering around the mall. I have a sit at the bench and people watch. Boston has a lot of white people who adopt Asian children. Nothing wrong with that, just something I noticed. Also, I might be the only guy in the world that thinks winter clothes on women are cute.

I go back into the store 20 minutes before my "appointment" and wait. 3:20 rolls around and it's still not my turn. I talk to the girl checking people in, "Do you know when my turn is coming up?"

"Can I get your name"

"Gerry"

"Hmm you aren't checked in," I can't get a break... "but lemme do that for you real quick. There are three people in front of you so just hang out and we'll get to you shortly."

40 minutes later my name is called.

I won't bore you with another long conversation. I will say, this was an older gentleman and he was very sympathetic to my issue and was very nice about everything and was the best out of everyone I talked to. He took my laptop, check it in to be shipped out, apologized, said I should have my computer back in a week, and sent me on my way. I left happy with that experience. I was not happy with the others.

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THIS IS THE PART EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ!

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On my way home, I get a return call from a friend of mine who works at an apple store. He said he did some talking to the geniusi at his store and found out that my problems (the warp and the bubble) were known faults with the hardware... but Apple wasn't admitting them to the public. They were trying to nickle and dime customers for repairs citing abuse as the cause. This is WRONG! I understand you are a business, and it is a business of making money, but own up to your fucking mistakes. Don't fuck over your customers because you don't want to pay for the faulty hardware you produced.

With the exception of the last genius I met with in store this entire experience has left an EXTREMELY sour taste in my mouth. As it stands, I will no longer be dealing with Apple or purchasing anymore of their products, which is a shame because I was very interested in the iphone. What they are doing is CUSTOMER ABUSE. It's the old bait and switch, selling you a broken product and charging you to repair it. I really hope this happens upon an Apple employee. I apologize to you for the harsh language and rude criticism of your consumers. It's in good fun and for the entertainment of my readers. What is not in fun is this story is completely true as is the paragraph above and it is wrong. Fess up. Apologize to me and your other customers. It's the least you owe us. At least Microsoft was behind their product enough to admit there were issue with the xbox 360 and extended all warranties to 3 years. THAT is customer service. So, the ball is in your court Apple. How will you respond?

I would like to invite everyone to post their own experiences about this in the comment section.



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Happy New Year!

Gerry

I'm a day late, but I would like to say happy new year to all our readers. I hope 2007 was a great year for you and hopefully 2008 will be the same. My 2008 is starting out bleh-y, but that is a long story I am typing up for you right now. It's a good-un, I swear.

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Dec 27, 2007

Four Constants in Life: Birth, Taxes, Death and...

Sad Chad
The Red Ring. But not just any red ring, the xbox 360 red ring of death!
That is Chad. Chad is sad. Why, you ask is Chad sad? Well Jimmy, see those red lights on that 360? Do you know what that means? No? Well you should by now, it's all over the internets. Has been for going on two years now. This is the xbox red ring of death.

Poor Chad is on his second xbox that just red ringed a week ago. I gave him that picture and left him with this note, "I am sorry for your recent loss. Here is a picture that I imagine is 100% true and not doctored in any form of shop that edits photos, in what happened when your loss occured." Let's face it, a red ring is kind of like a death in the family isn't it?

The cause of the red ring has been under scrutiny for some time now but the fact of the matter is, when (a matter of when, not if) it happens, it sucks. You are usually left without a 360 for about two weeks. This would be slightly more acceptable if this were his first xbox. Now, I understand some people are on xbox number 4 and 5, but when you receive a brand new (see: refurbished) xbox 360 a year and a half after release, you tend to expect the bugs to be worked out.

Now, as everyone no doubt already knows, MS has finally sucked it up and "admitted" a fault on their behalf with their extensions of all warranties to three years. Don't get me wrong, I love my xbox. After my skin eye of the original, the 360 won my heart over. Well, that and the fact that the competition isn't quite up to snuff yet. I only mention ps3 there because the Wii is in a league of it's own. Nightly games of Gears of War and Call of Duty 4 dance in my head as I dream.

In one respect I envy him... That bastard will get a new xbox... equipped with an HDMI port... and for that I hate him. Also, does anyone else find it intresting that a red ring signifies a problem on the 360 and a blue screen signifies a problem in windows? What's next?


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Dec 25, 2007

Merry Christmas

Gerry

Merry Christmas to you and all yours. I hope everyone's day is going well and you got all the presents you wanted. And if you didn't get them, well then stop being naughty! Two lumps of coal for you. And maybe for us for not updating often... but this isn't about us, this is about YOU!

I will let our HJIC take care of the Hanukkah wishes.

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Dec 22, 2007

Classic Ass #004: Story Time

Gerry

Every Saturday, one of us will post a blog post from our past in order to let you really get to know us... and laugh at us. I submit to you this week, a little story I threw together a few years ago. It's grammar is bad, and the spelling is worse, but hey, this is me, going out there, for you.

The wind had all but died on the dark, starless night. Two warriors stood, not making the slightest move, just 20 feet from each other in an open field of grass. The one on the right was dressed as a common magician. His dirty brown hair cut almost short waving in the wind as if trying to escape the impending doom. Covering his leather armor was his torn cloak, blowing feircely behind him. It was a light tan with an almost flame like darker brown along the rims. He wore a firey red dragon shaped crystal around his neck. His blue, almost glowing, eyes locked on his opponent.
On the opposite side stood a tall, dark warlock. The warlock apeared to have an obvious advantage over the mage for he was much bigger in size and mass. His armor also superior to the mages. It was a dark black the seemed to shine when the moon's bright light hit it just right. The warlock's face was hidden beneath the shadow of his helmet, but his glowing red eyes were easily seen.
The mage was determined to win this match. He rushed his opponent, nearly blind, sweat and blood running down his forehead, one hand tightly gripping his staff, the other conjuring a spell. He took a few steps to one side, teleported behind the warlock and unleashed a fire spell so powerful and at such a dangerously close range, it cause his glove to melt right off his hand and the area around him to turn a dark charred black. A sulfuric aroma filled the air as the mage fell to the ground. It was over. He had finally triumphed over the evil that had plagued the villagers of Fisuka for so long. No longer did they have to live in fear of the menace that claimed so many of their loved one’s lives. Exhausted, he raised his head to the sky, but what he saw next sent a shock throughout his body.
It was him! The Warlock! He had somehow managed to survive the attack and now he was not happy with the mage.
"That was not very nice Reid. You could've killed me there boy."
"I believe that was the intention you bastard!"
"Tsk Tsk, such language from a boy. Well then, I'll have to teach you to respect your elders. Prepare to receive your punishment!"
What am I going to do? Reid panicked. He had used the last of his strength in that attack. He could not possibly continue to fight. He was done for... the warlock rush him, swinging his sword back, preparing his energy for the final, death dealling blow. Just as the sword was about to reach his forehead, Reid though to himself, it's over... I failed you... I'm sorry. Then everything went black.



Elsewhere, the daughter of the Detusaki family was arriving at the docks of Vanguard. She wore a brilliant one hoop dress with floral designs on the skirt. Lucy was in the country for extra schooling due to the insistence of her mother. Being the daughter of such a wealthy family had it's benefits. She had everything she ever wanted... almost.
"Welcome to Vanguard m'lady. I apologize for having you arrive at such a run down area," said a man in black.
"It's quite all right Gregory."
By regular standards, Vanguard port was hardly run down. It was considered by most to be one of the more wealthy places this side of Vanguard. People were everywhere, things were clean to the point of shine, and the air was fresh. The port itself seemed to have a cheerfulness of it's own. There were nine other dock apart from their own, all with busy people either loading or unloading cargo and passenger ships. Everyone seemed to keep themselves busy either through work or socializing with others.
"I still feel bad about this... but it's the only port in the area."
"I said it's ok. I don't mind. I like to watch the common people. They are intriguing."
She sighed.
"Now lady Lucy, you know you are better than them. You come from a wealthy family of rich blood ancestry. You would do well to not associate with the likes of them. You know how your father feels about that subject," Gregory lead her toward their caravan.
"I'm no better than they are! Please do not talk about people like they are lesser than me just because they don't have as much money as my father."
"I am sorry m'lady, but it is true."
Lucy didn't acknowledge that she heard him. She hated people being looked down apon due to wealth and status. Rank was something that she never understood.

Vanguard was a splendorous city full of well-dressed, proper people. Buildings of piercing bright white shinned all over the town. All of the buildings were huge, but one seemed to stand out more than the others. Lucy assumed that was the mayor's office. This was certainly one of the most kept up cities this side of Hetroth. Lucy noticed that Gregory seemed to be relieved to be out of the "dirty" area of the port as he had put it. She wasn't sure why he thought that. The port looked just as brilliant as the rest of the city. The only difference was that the people in the port seemed to be lower class or laborers.
Gregory seemed to notice a saddened look on Lucy's face. "Cheer up m'lady. You should feel extremely privileged to be able to study abroad. Only the most important of people are allowed such an honor." He said that with such spunk and sence of proud ness, she almost felt bad to be upset.
"I know Gregory, but at what cost?"
"Money is no object with your fa-"
She cut him off, "That's not what I meant, Gregory! I meant that this has caused me to move so far away from my friends."
"A lady such as yourself has no need for friends such as those scoundrels! You need to surround yourself with people must more civil than them. And look at this place! This is most defiantly the place to do such!"
Lucy shook her head and sighed. Why does no one understand... As she enter the caravan and they departed, her thoughts soon turned to the ones she had left behind.



Reid awoke with a jolt. He was alive! Was it just a dream? He looked around the room not recognizing his surrounding at all. He moved to get up but a sharp pain shot through his arm and head. What's this? He though to himself. He had bandages on his forehead, left hand and right arm. "I-It wasn't a dream! But... how am I alive? I should've been..." Reid shook the thought from his head.
He looked around the dimly lit room once more. To his side was a nightstand with some bandage wrap, thread, scissors and some pins. "Someone must've had a hard time fixing me up... I can't imagine I was in any good condition." Reid heard someone coming towards the room. He lay back down and just turned his head.
As the door opened he heard a soft voice, "Oh, I see you are finally awakening. You've been out for quite some time. I hope you don't mind, I took the liberty of patching you up"
Reid still couldn't quite see who it was. "Huh... oh. It's quite alright... Thank you. Umm. Do-"
"Oh, silly me, I'm sorry, I should have properly introduced myself. I am Velvadine Galandmyer." An older lady walked into the light to be seen. Though she was an older woman, it was apparent that her once youthful beauty had not yet left her completely. She had a few wrinkles here and there, but for the most part her skin was still quite fair. Her hair was a dark brown with hints of gray here and there. Her clothes seemed like they were at least a hundred years old, seeming quite worn from years of use.
"Um... Hello Velvadine, I am Reid."
"Just Reid?"
"Yes... I-"
"Don't worry about it. I can tell from the look on your face it is a saddening story. You don't have to explain."
"Thank you Velvadine. You apear to be quite wise"
"Some would say that. So what did you do to get yourself all torn up like that? It isn't good for someone to take so much damage to their body you know."
"I-I was fighting this warlock... Vladmir... He was terrorizing the village I have been staying at. I went to try and stop him... and I thought I had won... but it turned out I fell right into his trap... I thought I was done for but the next thing I know, I'm waking up in this bed all bandaged up."
"Strange indeed. We heard a commotion outside of our village so the men went to go check it out. When they got there they found you. Upon returning to town, they brought you to me. You were not a pretty sight. I have the gift of a healer, you see."
"You are a healer? Wow, I've never met one. Not that I can remember anyway..."
"Not that you can remember? A young lad like you shouldn't have a memory problem."
"Well-"
Just then a child ran into the room. " Mommie! Mommie! Is the man awake yet? He's not dead is he?" Reid looked at the little girl. She couldn't have been more than five. Her hair was long and dark with a shine.
Valvadine replied, "Yes, Jessica. He's finally up."
"Oooo! Hello!" Jessica waved and ran up to him. "How did you get so beat up mister?"
"Jessi!" Valvadine scolded, "Don't bother him while he's recuperating."
"Awww... but mom..." Valvadine shot her a look.
"It's ok ma'am. I don't mind. Hey there little Jessi."
Her face lit up. "Wow, you look like you were hurt a lot! But my mommie fixed you. She's the best! One day, I'll be as good as her!"
"Hehe. She's got quite a lot of energy."
"That she does," Valvadine replied.
"Would you like to see something neat Jessi?"
"Oooo! Really? What is it? Huh?"
"Hehe, see that candle on the night stand?"
"Uh-huh."
Reid pointed a finger at it and a tiny flame generated from the air and floated to the wick of the candle, lighting it.
Jessica was jumping up and down clapping. Valvadine just smiled.
"Woooooow! That was really neat! How did you do that?"
"Hehe, I'll tell you but it's a secret."
Reid whispered something into her ear and she laughed.
"Ok Jessi, go run along and play with Beslin and Tiffany," Valvadine said.
"Okay! I can't wait to tell them what Mr. Reid did!" And with that she ran out the room excitedly.



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Dec 16, 2007

Child's Play 2007

Gerry

I am horribly horribly late in adding this to the page, but I added a banner at the top of the page to the Child's Play 2007 charity site. I feel this is a great charity to donate to, not just to show that gamers have a soft side too, but also because it just feels good to help children in need. It is a great charity, and I highly recommend you at least check it out. They are close to matching the amount of money they received last year and with our help, they can do that again. Once more, I apologize for being late on adding that.

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Dec 5, 2007

Be a Ninja Day!

Gerry

So today is National Be a Ninja Day. Ninja's are out parading everywhere. But the question is, will you find them? Do you want to find them? If a ninja finds you, you will die. It's a hard cold fact. Ninjas are very, very good at hiding and sneaking around. Chances are, the only time you'll ever see one in your lifetime is at the end of it. Because everyone knows you only see a ninja if he's already killing you.

Will you ever find this post? Do you really want to?


In the history of Japan, a ninja (忍者, ninja?) was someone specially trained in a variety of unorthodox arts of war. The methods used by ninja included assassination, espionage, and a variety of martial arts.

In the Japanese culture, they were usually trained for dangerous missions. Although their exact origins are still unknown, with some historians speculating about some Chinese origin or influence, it is known that they appeared in 14th century feudal Japan, and remained active from the Kamakura to the Edo period.Their roles may have included sabotage, espionage, scouting and assassination missions as a way to destabilize and cause social chaos in enemy territory or against an opposing ruler, perhaps in the service of their feudal rulers (daimyo, shogun), or an underground ninja organization waging guerilla warfare.

If you are reading this, you are already dead.




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Dec 3, 2007

For the record...

Gerry

I would like it to be known that I do not, nor have I ever used pheromones. That is a flat out lie and I am appalled that someone would confuse me with Philis.


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Dec 1, 2007

Classic Ass #001: Boring Olympics

Gerry

Every Saturday, one of us (probably just me at first, but maybe I can convince the others to join in sooner, riiiight?) will post a blog post from our past in order to let you really get to know us... and laugh at us. Seeing how winter is right around the corner, I have the perfect post for you. Without further ado, I present, The Boring Olympics.

That's right. I said it. The Olympics are hella boring. The same thing every four years. Well, My I3D professor and a few of us have come up with ideas to make the Olympics much more entertaining. If you don't like these ideas... well too freaking bad. They are awesome, as are we. We are great. Now, on with the suggestions.

First off, the luge. They should have 4 starting points that merge about 1/5th the way down. As if that wasn't enough, hockey sticks should be given to the luggers to fend off the others when they all meet. Said sticks could be fastened to the side of the luge and easily detachable to beat the living shit out of their competitors. Also, on the way to the finish line, the competitors must collect as many flags as possible.

Let's jump ahead a little bit to the closing ceremonies. This one is more interesting anyway. First they have the main reception for the winners. Gold is happy, Silver is excited, and Bronze... well bronze sucks anyway and he's disappointed in his inability to preform. He probably feels like an impotent man on valentines day or quite possibly his anniversary. Oh hell, how he feels anytime his wife is aroused and is disappointed by this limply hanging dick. Anyway, you get the point, bronze is a limp wiener (get it? wiener, winner? hahaha) *ahem* So anyway, that's going on and everyone who's there is yawning. Meanwhile, the real show is across the street in a roman era colosseum. The losers are brought into the center of the colosseum and everyone is cheering. They think it's because, even though they lost, they gave it their best. But this is the cool, fun, and hip Olympics Obviously, they are cheering because the gates holding back the lions were just opened. Well, it would be boring to just watch them run away in fear right? Of course. So to toy with their emotions, the lions are wearing gold medals. It's so much more interesting to see them die trying to get what they've worked their whole life for isn't it? Did I mention that they were thrown a losers celebration before hand where they get drunk off their ass?

You only get one chance to be a winner in THESE Olympics. No trying again in four years. As Yoda would say, "Do or do not. There is no try."

Now, back to the events. Next we'll take a look at curling. Let's watch two guys brush a path for a disk to travel over ice to land it in a radial target. Yawn yawn.... You know what that disk looks like it should be? Give up? Let's try a time bomb! Give them seven seconds to get it in the target area or it explodes. It adds extra excitement to the game. Not only do they have to be careful to not make it slide too far, but they ALSO had to get it to the designated area. Or how about this. Make it a proximity bomb. Let's go over how a prox bomb works. It's dropped in from the air usually, arms are spread to slow it's decent. When it lands, the fuse is armed. It sets up a magnetic field. The field detects the amount of metallic objects in the area. The counter for the objects can go up an infinite amount. The problem is when the count drops. When it does, BOOM. The idea is when a convoy drives through the radius, the front passes through ok. As the ones behind it come in, the counter on the bomb goes up. And the end enters though, since nothing is following it, the metal count drops and the ass end of the convoy is no more. Back on to explaining how it helps curling be more interesting. As the bomb gets closer, there is more metal objects the are moved into it's field. the maximum amount is when it reaches the target area. However, if it moved beyond that area, BOOM! That's what makes it interesting because you also have 7 seconds to make it to the area or BOOM as well. A most awesome idea.

Well do one more for the winter Olympics. Ski jumping. Quite possibly the most boring event of ALL TIME. Well, how about this. We add a flaming hoop just as they jump off the ramp. Sure you can swerve to avoid it, but then you'll fall into the conveniently place canyon between the jump and the landing area. And just to FURTHER make things interesting, we add ANOTHER hoop just before the landing. Guaranteed excitement! It would be like watching car racing, only better. People only watch NASCAR and the like for the crashing at the beginning, then go home and probably get fat or BBQ or if you're a loner, masturbate to pictures of the crashes you download from the internet when you get home. Ok ok, I kid. They all skip the BBQ and go masturbate to said pictures. Really the only way to tolerate NASCAR is to have a fetish for it. It's understandable I guess. Everyone has a fetish. Some foot, some Asian, some German shiza videos.... What am I kidding, those NASCAR fans are FUCKING FREAKS man! masturbating to NASCAR crashes? Ew nasty you sick bastard. Now I'm too disturbed to come up with more to the ski jump.

Let's stop with winter and go to the summer Olympics. Let's start with something truly boring. The marathon. Everyone is gathered near an obelisk. They're just standing around waiting for the race to start. Oh, I'm forgetting something.... what was it... hmm... oh well, probably wasn't important anyway. So the gun is fired and the runners begin. The distance to run is three miles. A minor trek for an experienced marathon runner, be assured. Oh wait, I remember now what was previously forgotten. Remember the obelisk at the starting point? Good, cause it's got a nuke in it. It's set to go off 5 minutes after the start of the race. You may say, but doesn't a nuke have a blast radius of about 500 miles? Well, at the end of the race are bomb shelters. But how could someone ever run 3 miles in 5 minutes? Well, knowing that your about to be fucking obliterated on the atomic level might encourage you to run faster maybe. Maybe...

finally, there's the diathalon. Well, forget about it. It's been thrown out. It's replacement? The Decapithon. But I grow weary now. We'll get to that another time as this is getting long as it is. Hopefully you've enjoyed our ideas to make the Olympics better for all. Ok, well, maybe just better for the viewers, but dammit all, we're the important ones here right? That's what I thought.



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Nov 26, 2007

Quality Assurance

Gerry

Having finally gotten a taste of the video game industry from the inside, I have to say; I love it. I was lucky enough to have gotten that taste from a company known to employ some of the coolest, most interesting people in the industry. I was also lucky to have been working on one of the bigger releases of the year. The company? Harmonix. The game? Rock Band.

For the 2 months I worked at Harmonix on Rock Band, even though we were in 70+ hour a week crunches, life was a dream. I had finally put my foot in the door and gotten a chance to work on a game many people were waiting on.

I was in the QA department.

Ok, how many people did I lose there? People think QA and go, "Oh, well you didn't really work on the game, you just played it all day." To which I reply, "If it were only that easy my friend." As most people know by now, we were partnered with EA and MTV. EA is not really known for their exceptional QA abilities (just look at the quality of their releases for the past few years). While there were a few good ones, the majority of them submitted the most unintelligible bugs ever. Internal QA really had to restrain ourselves from going off on them (though it did still happen from time to time).

There were a few things we had to do that I didn't agree with to make the dead line, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made. Also remember that Rock Band was built from the ground up in only a year. Did we live up to everyone's expectations? I'll let you decide. While it may not have trumped number one, I'd like to think it's up there with fans of the music/rhythm genre of games. And yes, I am aware that Zelda took the spot back.

As for the people I worked with, they were all awesome. I also finally found some great guitar competition for Rock Band and GH of old. Overall, everyone there was just awesome, and the company treated us like they actually cared (mmm late night dinners and Friday lunches).

As for what I think of GH3, I owned it for about two weeks before getting bored with it and trading it in. I played GH1 and 2 for the entire year while waiting for the new ones to come out. I just feel like Neversoft didn't understand what made GH special. Sure, the solos on the later songs were bitchin', and the inclusion of Dragonforce was pretty sweet, but the visuals made me want to go cry in a corner.

I haven't mentioned this about myself yet, but I am a Graphic Artist/3D modeler. And what I saw in GH3 horrified me. The drummer was extremely clunky, Judy Nails turned into Super Slut™, and the singer... Why did he have his balls surgically attached to his chin? Yeah, it's about the music, that comes first, but damn guys, when your dummer looks like a robot something ain't right. Now the 2D animated sections, those character designs looked beautiful. Why couldn't Neversoft have used them?

In closing, I would like to take a quote from Brian Clevinger of 8-bit theater fame, "Point is, about 80% of GH3 consists of songs I'd never listen to. They're still mostly fun to play, but differently. GH2 made me appreciate songs and artists that I previously didn't care about because it showcased the talent behind the music. By comparison, GH3 seems like some dudes happened to enjoy some random songs and, hey wouldn't you know it, these guys are working on this guitar game. The songs on GH3 just don't have anything to "say" about music. Rock Band's playlist kind of emphasizes that distinction. Most of those songs don't really interest me as songs, but I find them downright compelling as pieces of music to "play". The way GH2 did."


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Nov 17, 2007

Thar be somethin a'brewin' (NOT COFFEE)

Gerry

We have a little something we're working on in the background to hopefully make your experience here a little more enjoyable. I can't say anything just yet, aside from what I just said. But be ready! And be scared! But not too scared. And if you do get too scared, don't worry, we'll hold you tight and caress you until you are calm and sleeping. And by we, I mean Sean. That's his department.

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Nov 15, 2007

Super Gerrio Galaxy or Reviewers that can't keep their mouths shut

Super Mario Galaxy

Gerry

If it wasn't apparent from my last post, for the past few days, I've been totally engrossed with Super Mario Galaxy. Playing through all the ins and outs on a quest to get 120 stars and unlock the secret. I won't say what it is for those of you who haven't managed to do that yet, but I will say about 10 minutes ago I completed just that and it is totally worth it.

Unfortunately, that secret was ruined for me. A disturbing trend I'm noticing in reviewing politic lately is to tell you too much about an upcoming game, including plot twists that may have otherwise been a surprise. I can understand where they are coming from, however. They are the first ones to get a copy of the game in the world. It is their job to play it and give their analysis of this product. They are also gamers, and as such, they want to be able to brag saying, "Yeah, I unlocked this." Or, "It was so sad when..." But please, you are professionals. You should either put at the top of the article that you are including spoilers in the review. There are plenty of other things to talk about the games other than unlockables and what they are.

Because I am looking out for you, I'm going to put that this next paragraph DOES contain spoilers in an attempt to explain how reviewers are ruining things for every gamers. Though with some of these, if you didn't already know, shame on you. Back when Final Fantasy 7 came out, one particular review said something to the effect of , "The game does a good job of evoking an emotional response in players, especially when Aeris dies at the end of disk one." Wait, let me double back there. Aeris dies? And your fucking telling me this in a review? What the hell is the matter with you? Another one I recall off the top of my head was an image in the print EGM. They did a review of Chrono Cross in which one of the screen shots showed enemies earlier on in the game in your party.

I use older examples because I wouldn't want to ruin some of the surprises of newer games. There's one site in particular who is very good at this and others who seem to slip up every now and then (no I won't name them), but there's really no need to ruin the gaming experience for everyone. When I read the thing about Aeris, I literally stopped playing for awhile. A very good current example is how Gamepro ruined a surprise for Rock Band. I won't say what the surprise was, but I will say they were not the ones who were supposed to release the information. The good friends of Harmonix, Score Hero, were supposed to release that information.

But what do reviewers care? It's not like a developer can do anything or the reviewer may blacklist said developer. This is ridiculous. We make these games for everyone. Not just the over zealous game reviewer. Just because they want some attention and are trying to boost traffic is no reason to slip information. I can understand that they need to reveal enough about the game to put up a good review, but there is a point where you need to use some common sense and not let up a big secret or plot twist.


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Nov 14, 2007

I'm a Horrible Contributor


Gerry


Yes, I know, I'm a horrible horrible contributor. But not without good reason. If not for me, none of these fools would've been able to make their post. Part of being a good leader is making sure things are working in the background. I would also like to take this time to thank Helen for figuring out the read more button. God it would've been awful to see more billion line Chad posts without it. No disrespect to Chad of course.

But I've also been working on getting everyone's images ready and setting up a format for everyone's posts, correcting a certain few people's broken posts, and just general upkeep associated with starting a new blog. I assure you I have not been playing Super Mario Galaxy with the free time I don't have. Surely I have not already completed that excellent game and am already on my way to one hundred and twenty stars.

Ok, I'm done with the excessive linking... for now. I would like to take this time to touch on a subject that I hate to bring up, but I must.

>edit<

I'm an idiot and the content that was here has been removed due to some violation that I stupidly was not aware of. Thanks Helen. Thanks for preventing me from getting banned.

Well, I have some work I need to get done. I am most assuredly not loading up Mario Galaxy to finish the last of the stars.


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Nov 12, 2007

Welcome to your doom Wasabisoft!


Gerry

As the original founder of Wasabisoft, I would like to welcome everyone to this blog. Here you will meet a random assortment of great people with great talent (or great ability to talk about random things, but I suppose that is a talent too).

I am Gerry. I have had the idea for Wasabisoft for a very long time. Originally, it was just a game company I came up with for an old game I was creating. While the spirit of the game side of Wasabisoft lives on, thanks to the others you will meet here, it has blossomed into something much much more than I could have ever imagined. And while my role as founder has quickly moved to co-founder, I would have it no other way, for without these people, Wasabisoft would just be a memory of a time a kid in high school was playing around with RPGmaker95.

I will allow everyone to introduce themselves as I could not do them the justice they deserve. Whether it be art, a story, photos, or just the nonsensical rant, we hope you will find something here to entertain you during your visit.

Again, welcome and enjoy!


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