11 May 2013

Computers (According to Hollywood)

There are a lot of great movies out there. Some of them are quite credible, realistic, and engaging. I enjoy them immensely. But one thing bugs me: Hollywood producers don't seem to know anything about anything electronic.

In most modern-set movies, there will be a scene with a computer. And that computer is making idiotic bleeping noises every time someone presses a button! For me, it destroys the entire realism and believability of the scene when someone's reading a text message on their iPhone and all of a sudden an electronic din fills the room just because they're typing a reply. Directors and screenwriters know that the real world doesn't work that way. But they continue to insist on utterly wrecking the credibility of a potentially awesome scene by inserting corny, tinny beeping sounds into every single computer scene! Why can't movie computers be like real life computers? A pleasant "blinng" here and there when you get a notification is fine. But a constant racket is just obnoxious. Can you imagine if everyones electronics did that? Offices full of computers would be a nightmare.

One thing I've also noticed is that movie characters seem physically unable to operate a computer with a mouse. Seriously.  Everything is apparently controlled by typing, just like in 1985 when all you had was a command line!

(Good guy 1: "Oh, no! Looks like the bad guys are trying to access the main gate! Quick, use the computer system to lock it!"

Good guy 2: "Right away sir! Let me try to navigate through this supposedly modern operating system only by quickly hitting random characters on a keyboard! OK, got it!"

Bad guys: "Rats! Foiled again. It's locked!")

Speaking of bad guys, the go-to strategy for pretty much everything seems to be "hacking". Apparently. anything and everything electronic can be "hacked into". It's the same plot-hole filling spackle used in Star Trek (future technology), and Harry Potter (magic). If you're a good writer, you don't have to rely on stupid crutches like that.

(Movie Writer Bill: "Hey Frank! I think I've written myself into a corner! How am I supposed to get our main characters out of the bad guys lair?"

Movie Writer Frank: "I dunno. Have them hack into the light switches with their phones and sneak past the bad guys. Problem solved."

Bill: "Hmm. Seems legit! Okay!"

Frank: "Fine. Pass me another beer, will ya?")

Another observation is that a computer's interface is almost never true-to-life unless the company is paying for product placement. If anyone else has seen the movie "Independence Day" (if not then look it up on Netflix because it's great), you'll notice that at the end, the entire alien scourge is defeated with an Apple Powerbook 5300! Random coincidence? No. Apple paid for the product placement so that the entire culmination of the film is nothing but a cheap advertisement for a laptop.

So consider this an open letter to every movie director, producer, and screenwriter ever:
STOP IT! Just stop! Get back to reality! It's time to salvage any hope of releasing credible movies! Stop with the beeping. Stop with the keyboard commands. And the product placement. And please, please, please, STOP with the hacking. 
-Me

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01 May 2013

Driving, Independence, and Wasps.

I was driving to the library today. I drive a '99 Chevy AstroVan (click to see the previous post about this vehicle).

The air conditioning in this vehicle kicked the bucket long ago, so I prefer to drive with all of the windows down rather than sit inside roasting in the sunlight. I was driving along, listening to music, and really enjoying the beautiful, sunny day.

Suddenly I saw two large "SPLAT" marks appear on the windshield. As I sat and contemplated the fact that I had just killed my first animals with a vehicle, one of the (as I later found out) wasps that had escaped their untimely demise managed to fly into my open window and up my sleeve, coming to rest on an unsuspecting patch of my back. The wasp, I suppose, paused a minute to savor the feeling of avenging his recently splattered siblings, and then with little ceremony, plunged his stinger into my body. I yelped. Loudly.

I've been stung by wasps before. Mostly while I was on staff at Camp Indian Trails last year. But somehow the sting of a wasp avenging the senseless murder of his fellow wasps tends to hurt a lot more than a normal sting. It felt like a red hot needle of justice being inserted into my skin, and pumping in something like battery acid.

Anyway, after yelping, I could still feel the apparently satisfied wasp buzzing and squirming around gleefully in my shirt. This is not a pleasant sensation to experience while motoring along at fifty miles per hour. After narrowly avoiding the oncoming traffic, I managed to pull onto a nearby curb, leap from my vehicle, and frantically remove my shirt, shaking it at arms length to try to liberate the insect within. Some poor suburbanite was watering plants in his front yard across the street. He calmly watched this happen, hose in hand, causing major flooding to his tulips.

I finally got the offending bug out of my clothing, and tried to maintain at least a slight air of dignity as I donned my shirt. Despite my efforts to not look ridiculous, the man continued staring at me. I nodded solemnly and uttered a few words about stinging insects and windows. He nodded nervously and backed away as I got back into the car and resumed driving. I still wonder what he thought was going on. All the way to the library I jumped and gasped at slightest sensation of anything touching my body, fearing that more wasps were hiding in the car.

I eventually got to the library, which brings me to the main point of this post. It's weird finally having a drivers license. Being able to go pretty much anywhere alone is a surprisingly scary feeling. The first time I drove alone I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd stolen the car and was going to be pulled over and arrested at any moment.

That being said, it's really nice to have that bit of independance. Since I have yet to crash, I'm allowed to use the van. It gets about fourteen miles per gallon in the city so I'm glad I'm not paying for the gas (yet.)

After the wasp incident I had a relaxing afternoon basking in a sunny window in the library, reading the latest issue of Wired magazine.

Needless to say I drove home with the windows firmly closed.