Yule: Love These Apps 2015

If it is the future. Please stop making the dimensions of web pages (or areas) in px, and start making them in percentage. It's like mobile view, but for tablets. That way zoom doesn't push material offscreen, what if you're pushing adspace offscreen. Maybe you're not, maybe you're building with bad resolution and it seems massive.

Elsif dude, i knew you were a reader quickly, please stop teaching to the test if you're not teaching to the students. I know you're reading this, because I do. "Would you like to take another class from this instructor?" Can I buy a shitty ebook that's a complete ripoff first?

Else, politics: just because I'm not thrilled with the republicans, doesn't mean i'm not going to vote for a conservative. While 100 million people not working is great in utopia, this is not utopia. Newton was not just making shit up, gravity works, entropy does not. I will expound as much further soonish in terms of replication and supplication. Snore bang.

End rant. The next time i write with my eyes closed i'm going to title them 'darkwords' or 'darkwritings' something after this.

Let's do a round up. FNA?

Apps: 2015

Not on the list is Snapchat, windows phone apps are fashionably late and I don't put phone apps on a tablet, that's like putting hot sauce on eggs and were not #dang neanderthals. Oooh, thought.

_why > so violent videogames desensitise, it takes your five-to-seven-or-eight senses to war for your beliefs, so the games pacify our carnal need to hunt for food while we adopt a sedentary evolution (are you to talk to yourself [isn't this those? sorry] ohshit) the tv coddles the mind, make the feels. How disconnected are they that would play with our lives. An old man, before hitting on the postal clerk, hardly, said he wanted gov't to make things cheaper, instead of make PLENITUDE, he's so very wrong like many of them; some adults become tikes, and the reverse is also true. 

DAFUQ KING APPS SECTION

Duolingo, you're awesome, but you should get programming and be (awesome)=be.awesome, and hurry up with the Klingon and Russian courses for English learners.

This would be easier if I did a list.

Color Zen:
If you have someone over, or throwing a mixer, just have it on low in the background. Tho, you could have it on a massive touch screen and play drinking games.

Unpossible:
First person, best graphics on tablet.

Space Tube:
It's like Unpossible, but inside out.

Pew Pew (1 & 2)
I have both installed. If a 16 bit pilot fired up to 64 rounds per second in a single cell top down map troller about spaceships. It seems like the side-scroller cousin to the 90's virtualboy. #theseizuremaker

Learn Aglebra & Learn Algebra 2:
Hate me if you will, but the info is legit and nowadays we all need it, and these aren't bad, a page and practice WITH the answers. The logo has a circle with an X and an =. It tracks progress, but sorry, no cartoons.

Into the Dead:
The ultimate apocalypse simulator.

Inferno+ :
Top down map shooter with enemy magnetism, it's the game you play in the dark. Graphically awesome.

Pandora:
Mobile view, global sound.

Pathogen:
If checkers and chess were just one game. Viral cell entropy calculation, similar in ways to Chinese "Go" and African "Mancala"

Darkstone:
(I can't believe I wasn't thinking about this when I started)
Darkstone is the greatest game of all time. The intro level you walk around town and talking to a guy showing you the places, then it's off into the many worlds to probably die. The dragon at the end is the part of the story that only fits with the other parts of the story. Two dungeons with four levels each of difficulty per map, eight to ten maps per dragon, character creation, touchcscreen cameraa rotation, it was designed on touch screens before they were commercially available. Characters keep their skills even if you start a new game. Because the level bosses depend on the characters you choose & character status, you can NEVER play the same game twice.

Outworks (random)
Anything that says 'yoga', 'abs', 'pushups', 'trainer' and is free. "100 pushups" will ask you how many you can do, every-other day you do one more than you did before. You don't need #crossfit unless you're a gymnast or are hyperexausting to shred luggage for flex. Where lifting meets life - flex after, not before. Hashtag realtalk. I like "Just 6 Weeks" but there are gym programs that are good for more interested/invested efforts. Shoutout blackdragonblog.com & girls-with-game.com

Domino's & Papa John's: Get yo pizza points on. Less than half your food should be carbs if you're not lifting, or if you're not vegetarian. If you're a meat-eater, act like it and occasionally - eat spinach (dudes), soy (chicks). I've already said too much!

Ad blocker: Fuck you, ads. BTW, what the fuck, hospital ads, we get it, bureaucrats took people's money to give to other people for coverge (omg stfu yes some needed it) but you also took money to give them that they use to eat way shitty food. Is there an ad blocker for my fucking wallet?

Math Pro (e^x):
Once you know your math, this app has tutorials, examples, and for some topics a compiler that you can enter data and run (simple) tests.

Adobe Acrobat (tablet):
Scrolls PDF top to bottom for continuous reading.

QuizUp
Make your own flashcards thru their website, or quiz battle people from around the world on hundreds of existing topics from Minecraft to Metasploit. (No, they are NOT the same.)

PAC-MAN 256:
Shit just got real....

Sparkle 2 Evo:
Beautiful, complex, difficult, it is the tablet game in the spirit of Spore. #evolvetosurvive

Naught 2: Gyroscope colorblind ninja cat.

Eternity Warriors // Dungeon Hunter
Immense games that are very similar to arcade games, both are designed for larger tablets. If you don't know what an arcade is, ask your parents. View youtube gameplay before downloading. These two very different games, like 'Darkstone' take weeks, if not months to beat. They are button smashers though and require wasting equal amounts of time on a massive universe of controlled-outcome storyline with deep mythology.

Speed Moto Racing Game:
Backdoor to the original Tron: Light Cycles. (ask your grandparents). Tap left and right to steer, because you're racing as soon as the match starts.

Reaper: A little black ninja cartoon. I cannot figure out how to play this on tablet, but I am old. #VCR

Zombie Games: "Dead Route" looks cool, promising, kinda fun, but still needs a little work, it could be the game of next year tho.

Tangled: I'm so angry with this stupid game.


Honorable Mentions: VLC, Vine (version 3 or later), TurboIRC, ooVoo, Skype, RAR, DeviantArt, Instagram, Microsoft Office (free), Kindle reader, Barcode wallet, Calculator^2, Kik, Cortana, Photomath, Zedge, Cyberdust, Uber, Kahn Academy, Codecademy, Microsoft Math, Gasbuddy, photo-swipe apps.

Missing-In-Action: ......invisible apps, scanners, rfid.

I was going to do something else, but I need to step out of this vacuum, goodnight, at five in the morning. I'm going to write with my eyes closed now.

~~~ Very Chrismahanukwanzakasaurus from everyone on #Mars

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ews - waylayers

so bright, i have having done since closed my yes, so tincture of the mind, scandalous rapture, breaking disasters, somewhat disliking thje rain, desolate choices of slovenn rejoices that I wshall have to tell you again, i made a field and trimmed the grass by hand, each blade i carried like my fashion to dalliance tarried thru the desert and the ocean and the snow, in the precence of the heart of a star, i drink emotions and lie about my age like a river of rain attacking the ocean for the semblance of shade in the midnighty day the tempest denssest wave, the wind of familiar thoughts the price of temerid loss the way that migration sleeps beside the shores while it climbs aboard the mountain where is the warrior of the peak in the frozen light, a diamond sky and worlds across the bifrost, in the ground i push my thoughts and to banish all the roots that hate the way i sleep, of what i keep, and i take down all the leaves and pout them there;

i crawl thru the leaves like raven thinking about to many ravens as if a knife was sullenly craven that the, hands need talons while the sickness seeks a balance in the hoarfrost and rime allocated accosted, their accustomed, until the lifeless are craling like the dead, that feeding on thoughts not their own had them grown of fatigue, and the dead as well are the races of hell and i sit like a feather of sharpened silver a collection of birds called knives in the trees that sound like their name, and for the ending of twilight for the mourning to feast there should leave by the least a new garden of the knots and colors of sometihing else without staving what the seeds were somedays craving to  fall from the first tree to feed on the burning in darkness to the winds of forgotten silence to grow on the trails of furrows the sings of lost time and the forest of shadows that i spoiled and will follow to mention my first death, a time to go longer where so many eager stronger to ask why the better were cold had they seen as things passing go faster or the cyclical wires the thrasher by the piercing rains of solar disaster make this a fire of the souls;

these are mysteries breaking to the devestation of the vision by this i mean the missing from a new, i might beg the difference for suppsed and lofty thriving biolence and ad-living, there are replicants, and supplicants, and dedicants and stones, where fire and space find river throwing styx and taking soul, when the journey is outnuimbered have long winners to've gone home, wasted this time on the indolent and savage while the work will break my bones screaming reticence and ravages will take the window of a throne, making pretty words of wisdom by measure and wroth and tone, convince to the same weakest symphony that i was not to be undone, and a song and up and down the typing judgement on the stones make me sick to feel the death of me like it shouldn't leave again, i cannot remember the one who was smoke and fire i was better off, and still i know not what it was, make me better to the bloodshed my sweet ignorance of love, tell the clergy of the nonsense that i am proud and lo hungrier, to that it is a mountain made of wind and leaves than made of what is something on its own, for the summit stands to greet you when you walk so long,

a wall of the second darkness, just a memory, never question hatred and voiceless, not hidden but this and uncertain there would will be a valley of broken bones as had been once already, blasphemy and threnody i will make meteors of emptiness and empires of will, startestry of fantabulousness time apart, i had not the thought to have forgotten hate, and had, i had better eat with out them then within them feed the hell, like this convo for amongst them shall they list-about at the knell, swords of fire chains of poison, rains of brass-colored petals, chimes of bones and teeth and skulls, the mirrorseems like it haunts them, there are never any stories where the like would turn to war, a safer prison has to stalk them, and their hearts will taste like rage and the grace will take my cage and i could sleep, i see it is the days of endless dusk and the glares when clearwater pools have valleys of theirs, i shouldn't have mistakened your slumber for my waking but there's no one keeping score, we could say it isn't sleeping, but who'd vouchesafe there won't be more

eyes wide shut - whitesnake

a sortie, if the light ends, crawling with tied feet, murder and deceit and i crawl thru water caves dried where stormeds have ever left, songs bereft of simple times, crawling in the ashes and surviving mighty trees, breaking trees in forest fire is the only worry, i can breeth the backdraft and ride the flickering whiplash, a bolt from the length i suppose i could to the water, the body a feast wrapped in the product of danger and magic, uneaten, i've never seen men crawl thru their lives to just lay with the dead, falling in the darkness, and blind i am for wondering how the witch deserved to kill me had the vampires all let me ride from wolves along the stoming seashore, , and wrapped me up to poison cleaved my heart and better still, he mumbles will i drag him, thrill, and the binding that carries me alon g the cave floor is made of a make, is sake of a sage, is rage of areality of spell, silk made of asjh, asjch, instill, a fear of awakening myself to bound and dragged, surely i can cut free of this entanglement, and all my twisting breaks my hands against me, but the sand anent me tears at the threads of my doom, these old caves darker still and torch light shows bats and snakes and bones of both, i want my hands to be free so i roll aback, and smile to my captor who's skin is black and cool, the labor doesn't bother him and he retuns to wling away with me in tow, the hands are twisted druged beneathes thine body, a carapace of thouhts rapace infity and infinitely silent, a bone to cut my hand to free the binds and the bats asume me kind and drove to the trail i live of I, sooner spy that dark begins to brighten and I am left for better dead, as a spear  becomes a lightning wind to strike me loos and after my heart to start, stopping thoughts i race to the fire and leap into it, the ashed made webbing does not burn of macgic unfoleded and heats me to the core by my wounds to sere shuty fore, by the hitherto of lore check the foe onto the wall, a ghasp of feels apal, i am free by chains of razors and pained by freedom to resent, later should i have thought and mallet makes my temple, judgement from the simple and short, i retort resorting that the table it thrown to the fireplace and the light barely shines to faces and our eyes are all that glow, so i run my fingers thru him to the marrow of his bones, grasping breaking clawing broken like a serpent on the throne, in theis makeup of rapid succession the darkness leaves the bats to hone and i am onyl a meal and alone, by the thousands to me flying are the sky rats nil postponed such to dash into the tunnels with the snakes and withwthi bone powder, i stumble and into rats and smashed over burdened those i grab are bloody thrown dieterrent decoys of the posture of fresh loam, into the darkness a wall, a cavern, my magic furious and seriously heightened i glow like a fae at a cavern in a mountaini fall againin the blood and of snakes under my bots, they are safe and i am attacked to flooed of wings of darkness brace for cliche repartee, the bats follow me downward and the snakes lash and leap and strike to eat, scales almost like darkness in the deep, i fall into the pit of the scales and spines of snakes, they snanp and leap and jump above us, above themselves at the bats and i am save, safed, cloaked and captured and locked as they coil the swarm the primordial warmsth of demonoloy, i relax, this is my fate, they cover my eyes, i target action and can't imagine fear at any all, i will swim in the tall tails of creatures, my hand too high they bite and without tearing me or tratangling me they traipse my mortality with the venom of the blind i a am tainted, i am strong with delusion and hallucination, and i stand on themtheir blood grinding coiling wretched sinew onto the sound of crunching bones, and the bats wings in the air tear the dark and silent conciousness to a fervor of furor of winded storm of color and fear and climate of the tru seer, below the scales are the eyes i imagined had i, below the bodies are the stones of older bones of man and reptile, farther textile truth were this the echoing throes of insanity bright bestial vanity the stones are diamonds and the magic is my own, as my blod pours over my boots and mixes with the serpents of endless violence to the crystals, the old magic of the the world consumes my heart in connection with the tomb, by the rivers of the ages thru the underworld resume i am star and birth asunder mountain rising with the power of the moon