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Writingbolt’s Foreign Scribble Breakdown #1: Love


Providing you with the kindness of my own personal explanation of foreign language symbols.  I’m not exactly learning or teaching anything passed down/on to me.  This is more of a fun exercise in using my imagination.  But, it may be of some amusement and benefit to your understanding.

Today’s lesson is about LOVE.  [More lessons will follow.  More if there is any genuine interest from an audience.]




The Trials of Old PC Software and New PCs


I should have learned my lesson by now.  And, hopefully, I never repeat this in the future.  I never was a big fan of PC gaming.  But, I did come across a few games I thought might be fun.  Alas, I am not the best at comparing requirements and thus have made more than enough mistakes.  I’ve invested in now useless disks that might as well be turned into modern art.  I’m just here, telling anyone who cares to read into it, how my experience with installing older games on a new PC has gone.  I had asked around, but no source seemed to grab me with useful information.  No one I know seems PC smart enough to know what will or won’t work.  Thus I was left to take the risks all by myself.

In short, the lesson I learned:  DO NOT try installing older PC games on a new PC.  [And, my previous computer lesson:  DO NOT try modifying a computer with alternate parts like memory strips and hard drives.  If the PC does not come the way you want it with all of its parts already in place, look for another model.]

I have a rather new Windows 10 model laptop.  It should be able to handle just about any game you throw at it, minus those really intensive 3D and first-person games you see for the hardcore gamers which require a gaming PC.  You would think any old 3D game would work on a new PC even if it’s not a gaming PC.  After all, the technology has advanced a fair amount since Win Vista.  But, no.

I got lucky with 3 older games:  Paradise, AGON and Mysteryville 2.  All of which said they worked with PC as long as you met some rather low requirements (in new PC standards) and had, at least, Win XP, maybe Vista.  Nothing about being good for older PCs; I have no idea how Win 98 could have handled some of the stuff these games put out.  But, surprisingly, of about the 10 games I tried to install, these three worked.  Most of the others were kicked out right away without installing; the PC told me they would not work.  And, the uninstall bit was fairly easy.

The good news (if you get the chance or care to play these):

PARARISE:   It’s a bit of a shoddy short story about a young woman (I’d guess 21-25 years old and very shapely, for whatever reason…) who is flying to visit her father in some odd part of Africa when her plane is shot down, causing her to forget everything before she is taken in by a harem prince.  You would think your mission is to restore your memory and reunite with your dad.  But, it’s not that simple.  And, the ending is…not great.  But, this is a beautifully rendered game with a nice soundtrack and puzzle system.  If you like those Resident Evil type games, this one is decent without the horrors.  You can save as many slots as you like to replay certain parts.  You can view the cut-away scenes separately, once you acquire them.  You get to play certain stages as a panther, which aren’t very long or impressive…but you get to play as a panther.

AGON:  This is just one part of a larger story, though I am not sure if this is part 1, part 2 or parts 1-3 of what is supposed to be a 12-14 part story.  It’s based on some games and other story/stories found somewhere.  I got the game as part of a collection of PC games, not knowing what to expect but having low expectations.  I was greatly surprised how nice this game actually turned out to be!  It’s a MAJOR brain challenge for which you’ll likely want a walkthrough found online.  I just didn’t have the time/brainpower to figure out the very puzzling puzzles.  And, there are way too many books to go through within the game.  Yet, those books are like a digital library of information that could potentially be used in other projects, if you write that sort of thing.  You can find alphabets from other languages, for example.  Like Paradise, this is a very decent 3D perspective, exploring game with both mind and physical puzzles to complete in various lands.  There’s a beautiful isolated island beach stage and a refreshing–though bleak–snowy winter stage.  You are collecting ancient board games and stones which combine to unlock some greater secret yet to be understood.  You play a sort of stocky Sherlock Holmes who is corresponding with his research assistant Watson back home as you travel the world.   When I completed this one, again, it felt a bit underwhelming as this is just a segment of a larger story.  But, just exploring the various worlds/stages is a treat.

Mysteryville 2:  I wanted to get Mysteryville 1, but it said it was for older PCs; so I passed.  Now I wonder if it would work.  This is a sequel to a mystery about missing cats and a major test of eyesight as you search various places for hidden items and put together jumbled slide puzzles to solve a mystery about an art show that may not be what it seems and a missing “friend” who may not be who he seems.  I poured myself intensely into this one and completed it in a few days because I kept wanting to get to the bottom of it.  When all was solved, I wasn’t sure what to think or do.  I think I liked the music best, very Twin Peaks mysterious.  I have gone back to replay a few of the puzzles, now and then.  It’s better, in some ways, than another hidden item game I had on my last PC, one about fairy crystals and a missing husband (which still doesn’t make total sense with me).

If any reader has more information on these games, like where to get others in the series (if there is a series) and/or if they work on new PCs, let me know.

Now, to the ugly business of erroneous installations.

What prompted me to write this piece was a good-looking game from 2002 called Freedom Force in which you can design superheroes and complete about 20 missions against all sorts of premade comic villains.  It all sounded good, and the requirements didn’t seem out of my range.  It installed beautifully!  If it wasn’t going to work, why did I get treated to all sorts of images?  It asked to install Direct Play which I accepted but turned down Game Spy Arcade as I thought that was some additional game or online option I did not figure would be any good anymore.  After all, chat rooms aren’t what they used to be, and plenty of sites close shop in a handful of years.  After installation, I could not get it to play.  It said I had to log in as administrator and try again.  I see no way to do just that, so what was I to do?  I checked my requirements and found my PC was an NT?  Not fit for XP software?  And, my processor is not up to speed?  I doubt that.  Anyway, so, with the game not working, I figured I might as well uninstall.  At least the software has that option…OR DOES IT?!  Apparently, this game is so special that when I tried to uninstall it, I got “catastrophic failure.”  Missing component?  What the?  Sooo…  I’m sitting with this dud stuck in my computer.  I tried to system restore to a previous date and only caused the computer more grief!  Registry errors.  I couldn’t open image files.  I couldn’t run certain programs.  What gives?  Talk about a nightmare.

I’m currently, nervously working on the problem.  But, it scares the crap out of me and makes me feel stupid.  I should have just listened to my younger self who said he wasn’t going to dabble in PC games.  It’s just a shame more aren’t as fortunate as the ones I DID manage to install and complete.  I really wanted to play The Movies, among others.

If you have any info on these or related games, I appreciate any input you can provide.


Violence Over Free Speech, You Say? Here’s My Response

As the TV peppers me with echoes of what’s been happening in Paris, France, I found this rhyme forming in my brain.  You may have heard it somewhere.


my-rifle-mouth_male-portrait-looksabitlikeme_silhouette-60prcnt-1J my-rifle-mouth_male-portrait-looksabitlikeme_silhouette-60prcnt-3JTHESE ARE MY GUNS!

my-guns-fist-n-footprint_440-fist-up-left-angle-pump_silhouette-1JTHESE ARE FOR FIGHTING!

these-R-4-fighting-fst-ft-n-mouth_440-fist-up-left-angle-pump_silhouette-1JTHESE ARE FOR FUN!


Now, all you maggots creating such a stir over free speech, you take responsibility for what you say and realize when a choice of words might stir a hornet’s nest.  This Paris incident isn’t about creativity repressed by the artists’ own nation.  No.  It’s about foreigners not approving what they find in the local media/newspapers.  You wouldn’t want someone making crude or cruel jokes about your family, nationality or religion.  Would you?  So, why is it this one incident makes people rally in support of those who didn’t take the first warning to knock it off?  No, lethal violence wasn’t necessary.  But, how often does the boy have to cry wolf before the wolf goes postal?  There’s no Tootsie roll at the center of this dilemma, kids.


Welcome to the Food Chain, the Danger of a Vegetarian Mankind

Stop me if you’ve heard/read this one, before.

A strangely funny thought came to me today as I thought about my diet and all the people pushing for mankind to go “vegan” or vegetarian.

What if we humans DID all go vegetarian?

Think of prehistoric times. Wouldn’t the food supply suffer? Wouldn’t competition over food grow not just between humans but with all of the other creatures that eat plants? Wouldn’t more starve and die when they can’t get their fill?

And, here’s the real “kicker,” folks.

Did ya ever stop to think the only reason there aren’t too many predators attacking humans is because they are too afraid of what people eat?

Who wants to ingest a man packed with so many trans-fats and chemicals that put him at risk of a dozen medical mishaps and/or diseases? Forget germs. Humans pollute themselves with what they ingest (whether it’s medicinal or gastronomical). Why risk a lion’s life with that when the big cat can sink its teeth into a grass-fed antelope?

Just think…

If every human becomes an “organic” vegetarian, won’t all those predators–who still like to hunt and eat meat just fine, by the way–start adjusting their menu?

Hmm. I was going to have the corn-fed pig. But, that salad-filled human sounds good. I think I will go with that.

Very good, sir. Excellent choice.

Welcome to the food chain, ye who shun meat.


The Art of Excess


On a milestone birthday in the depths of space, a budding artist (with a face full of bubbling, molten craters) opened her eyes and marveled at the new tools provided by her parents. The intense, singeing light of her father and the softer, enchanting glow of her mother came together to wish their daughter well in pursuit of happy growth and enhancement. Vowing to make them proud, the young orb took a deep breath and went to work.

Her early efforts produced a multitude of lifeforms both stationary and mobile. The former consistently worshipped her parents while the latter were free to experiment, giving all who watched a source of amusement. Father and mother were indeed pleased. Their smiles burst with a brilliant energy which could be seen from galaxies away.
“Go on, my child!” said the father. “Create more! It gives your mother and I such joy to see you paint your surface with these colors! One day you shall be the crown jewel of our domain!”

So, the child continued to create and age. But, every now and then, her father and mother would drift apart, leaving her in the cold of deep space to wonder if what she created was still worthy of praise. In a fit of sadness and frustration, she struck herself with a large rock, hoping to free some promising ideas from her already cracked skull. Instead, it erased her vision temporarily, wiping a large portion of the art from her surface. When her parents returned, a new motif had taken over their daughter.

“What’s this?!” gasped the father. “Such a drastic change! What has made you tear down what you already made and replace it with something new?!”

“Father, each time I turned around, you and Mother left me alone,” said the young artist with a sigh. “I did not feel your warmth at my back. I thought you no longer approved of my work.”

“Look how they behave differently when I draw closer in your father’s absence,” said Mother with her cheeks aglow as she separated from her mate. “You honor us with your talents, daughter. Go on. Continue creating. You are just beginning to grow.”

Despite her concern and flickering confidence, the artist did as she was told. Nothing she made gave her the joy she had seen in her parents’ faces. Again and again, she changed her canvas while expending her vital energy (which, at the time of her youth, seemed infinite), each time hoping the next visit of her parents would be happier than the last.

When they did return for her birthday, she had yet another surprise waiting for them. Gazing upon the new creation, Father blew flames to the far reaches of space and withdrew. His color paled from an ardent red-orange to a weaker yellow. “What in the great cosmos are those?! And, what are they doing to each other?!”

Tilting her head ever so slightly, his daughter said, “I have not decided what to call them, yet, as they keep changing on me. I am leaning toward naming them Humanity. What do you think, Mother?”

Though her mate was dismayed, mildly cross and tempted to scorch the young artist’s hide, Mother, impressed with the new lifeforms (which could adapt themselves more readily than any other), showed enthusiasm. “They are certainly unique and interactive.” She paused to look away when one fierce band of the fleshy rebels destroyed another, leaving a gruesome stain on the daughter’s cheek. Refraining from preaching about cleanliness, Mother added, “Keep at it, my child. But, do not be so hasty to destroy what you have made. Let it mature with you. You continue to grow in wisdom though experience. Some day, you will shine as bright as your mother or–maybe–your father.”

With those encouraging words, the still youthful artist returned to her labors, working with her latest creation to “enhance” her appearance. [Meanwhile, her parents ventured off in mounting disagreement.] As the years rolled by, the ever-mutable clay of “Humanity” grew in quantity and violence, gradually wiping away portions of her previous work. Just when it seemed like the restless, pale and balding creatures might destroy themselves and everything remaining with them, a new crop would appear to start a revolution. But, the lifeless remnants of the previous batch never seemed to fully disappear. The cosmic strength to absorb injury and clear away the messes made diminished. Eventually, after several expansive conflicts, the bewildering competition amassed heaps of debris on the heavenly creator’s face.

At the dawn of her next birthday, her parents displayed looks of horror. Lakes of toxic sludge and smoking mountains of heavy filth nearly covered every inch of their daughter’s skin. They could barely see her worrisome expression and hear her trailing voice as she pleaded, “Father! Mother! Help me! I have lost control! I am falling apart from within! Help me!”

But, they could do nothing short of wiping her from the cosmos. Reflecting upon her own potentially misguided wisdom, Mother wept. Father slapped himself for being so hasty and persistent in the pursuit of pride. In search of other worlds to litter and ravage, some of the daughter’s tiny parasites ventured deep into space with the ships she provided. Following the errant paths of the wasteful machines over their shoulders, the parents retraced the eons of their previous attempts at raising children and wondered how their neighbors, the Andromeda family, fared so well. [What did they truly know about their neighbors? And, did they need to snoop?]


“Surprise!” cheered her parents, stirring the young artist from her slumber. The latter rubbed her eyes and followed the visual cues of the former along the curves of her weathered frame. Though she had found herself drowning in darkness and despair only a moment ago, she was now glowing with a renewed sense of peace and a vigor. Gone were the mounds of death and destruction. Those tiny pests she had created were now working together as one happy community, no longer fighting over materials or each other. And, the older forms once thought doomed to extinction were now given their fair share of space to live as Humanity did.

“Happy birthday, my daughter,” said Mother with an earnest smile. “Just look at you, now. So grown-up. So mature. And, to think, a few eons ago, you were ready to throw yourself into the black hole because of some hideous eruption on your face.”

Her father, showing his age with the faintest tint of red in his thinning cheeks and forehead, added, “You have never looked lovelier than you do today, my child. You honor us both. And, look, our neighbors have brought you presents.”

The woozy artist squinted over her parents’ shoulders to see the handful of colorful visitors in the distance, each with tiny surprises headed her way. Neglecting to mention the former identity of the rock chosen as a meeting place, Mother and Father cleared the asteroid field to welcome the guests. Everyone had such a joyous time at the birthday party…

…Except for one tiny solar-powered ship carrying a lone green explorer who steered clear of all the commotion. He didn’t dare venture closer to those he could not yet understand. Instead, he continued his journey through space, watching the universe drift by as he decided what to do with the rest of his life.



~Writingbolt, 7-26-2014


Lesson Learned: Don’t Mix Mulberries with Mango

The result is like a potent laxative with all of the awful flavor and none of the bowel-moving side effects. ‘Tastes like prune juice. Bleh! Looks pretty, though. Try dripping a splash of the orange mango pulp/juice on top of the purple mulberry juice.



Do It Right or Not At All

This comic strip (sent to me by an acquaintance) sums up my childhood, growing up with perfectionist parents who couldn’t teach us kids how to be responsible without making us feel completely hopeless. If we couldn’t do it THEIR way, we couldn’t do anything. If we tried to copy them, we were never right. If the task was deemed too dangerous, we were made to fear it. Eventually, none of us did any chores or earned any allowance. We were just poor fools.