Wii Fit

Dec. 21st, 2008 11:28 am
prog: (Wario)
[livejournal.com profile] classicaljunkie and I got Wii Fit as an early Xmas prezzie. It's nice! I recommend it if you have a Wii but lack a solid exercise regimen. I'm skeptical about the game's longevity, but it is teaching me some new, worthwhile stuff. If nothing else, it's like a super-interactive exercise video, with feedback.

It's a bit too interactive at times, though. It needs a mode where it leads you through a workout of several linked exercises, rather than letting you choose exercises one-by-one until you feel like stopping. Not only do I not always want to choose, but the break of a minute or two for menu navigation and (unskippable) high-score-list admiration feels artificial.

Sometimes it does suggest a good follow-on exercise after you complete something, but instead of offering you a "Hey great let's do that" button, it leaves it to you to find where in the menu-maze that second exercise is, and start it up yourself. How could they miss this?

It'd also be nice if you could navigate the menus using only the foot device, a la DDR, rather than having to pick up and put down the Wii Remote all the time, often just to press the A button. Really, would puttting an extra A button in toe's reach on the board have been that hard? (It already sports a toe-friendly power buttton.)

And, too bad about the BMI, which everyone (even my doctor) seems to agree isn't a very useful metric, at least in terms of presenting a normal/overweight/obese range that hardly applies to all humans. But we knew about this deal ahead of time, so we're not taking it too seriously. We laugh as the Wii performs its initial judgement on new players, which is invariably HELLO YOU ARE ENORMOUS followed by ploomp ballooning up the player's on-screen Mii, who is like "WTF". whatever

DDR Boo.

Apr. 4th, 2008 04:41 pm
prog: (galaxians)
I just got a sweet deal on DDR Universe for XBox 360, snagging it for only $10. But after much googlin, I conclude that there's no hope of getting my awesome old PS2 pads to work on the 360. Boo.

The deee-luxe pads cost me $200 five years ago. I don't want to buy new ones. This is poopy.

(Yes, the 360 has USB ports, and I have PS2 → USB adapters. This does not appear to matter. The 360's sense of controllers is so proprietary that there's apparently no easy way to get it to recognize first-gen XBox controllers!)
prog: (Default)
DDR Supernova is nice. I was originally resistant to the notion of completing special obstacle courses in order to unlock songs, but they are clever and encourage you to explore the various song-tweaking options that have been in the games since the beginning but which I've never bothered messing with. These mostly involve ways to change how the arrows move and appear, such as reversing the flow of arrows, or making them appear only halfway up the screen, or having them move at unpredictable speeds. It's sort of a DDR scavenger hunt, and I like it.

I can do 7-footers comfortably and some 8-footers with exertion and luck. This may be my plateau.

Also, today I bought a song on iTunes because I heard it in a DDR game, which is a first for me. It is "Jerk It Out" by Caesars. Which makes me think of someone trying with violent motions to get the last bit of caesar salad dressing from the bottle, but in fact if you listen to the iTMS sample you will hear the chunkly filtered organ riff that I found highly catchy and happy and worth a dollar. Very fun to stomp arrows in time to, as well.

Have gotten into an exercise routine lately where I spend about an hour playing DDR and then doing some push-ups and other floor exercises. Though the results have been fast - I'm definitely building up strength, able to do a few more reps every day - I'm sure my form is terrible. I looked at WP's page on push-ups, which have a totally boss animated GIF of a guy doing push-ups forever, but its caption (doubtless provided by a later contributor) criticizes his bad form. Uh, and now I look at the page and the picture's gone.

This video is the number-one googley hit for "how to do push-ups". It is not how I have been doing them. I like the suggestions for making it easier, and easier again, for newbs. I remember doing the easiest kind, with bent knees, when I went to "special gym" in grade school. But today, my shoulders hurt at the bone level after doing whatever horrible thing I was doing that was apparently not push-ups, so maybe I'll try this chest-to-the-floor way tomorrow.
prog: (Default)
Wii sees your DDR and raises you by knocking you to the floor and making you do pushups.

The proof's in the pudding, but this could be pretty excellent. Check out the trailer at the bottom of that page. If it doesn't suck then it's almost certainly a must-buy for me.

The reviewer asks some pertinent questions about how friendly it is with larger folk (who are not featured in said trailer) and whether BMI is really the best scorekeeping mechanism... but if the device can function fine under heavier weights, both it and the Wii Fit software might be equally friendly for all kinds of body types, which would be even awesomer.



In other news I finally made a George Bush Mii that I'm happy with. It's hard to do without the ears. I wish it were easier to post one's Mii collection as images or I'd have already done it; I finished my BSG set long ago and have started in on politics, doing both Clintons and Obama last month and also making a little Cheney. My Miis. Let me show you them. (If you're a Wii-friend and you don't have any of these and would like em let me know, and I'll send them over.)
prog: (Default)

The landlord called last night to complain about the noise. This happens most times someone besides me plays a jumpy or stompy video game with me at my house. I have practiced enough at DDR to develop a light touch with these games, though I think it was actually a jumpy WarioWare game that did it in this case.

She is very old and still doesn't understand voice mail, so when she leaves a message she often grows increasingly upset in the process of speaking. This is because she can hear someone knocking around downstairs, and figures they must be willfully ignoring her voice coming out of the answering machine. All I can do when I listen to the message later is grit my teeth and make a mental note to clamp down harder on the NO JUMPING law, like ol' Big Brother in the groundbreaking 1983 Atari coin-op I, Robot. Uh-huh.

She and I spoke on the phone the other day about whether or not I was leaving. Full of my usual inertia (and my low-money state), I said I'd like to stay another year. This led to her asking about all the strange men with keys who come in and out of my apartment all day long. I told her that it was just the Andys, who were working with me on a project, but they have both returned their keys and now the only one holding a copy is my girlfriend. She said "Oh girlfriend that is OK she is good!" in what sounded oddly like relief. [livejournal.com profile] classicaljunkie advances the theory that she may have been pleased to discover that I apparently wasn't being all gay on her property. I really don't know and I expect that I never will, because I don't like talking to my landlord.

While I haven't signed any leases yet (it's way too early), I already feel off-kilter about staying here more. It's nigh-inevitable that I have at least another year here, but I find myself distinctly not thrilled about it. For one thing, this will be my fifth year at this address, far and away the longest I've ever lived in one spot, and saying nothing about how I pay $1,200 / month for the privilege. That is actually a reasonable price for an apartment of this size in this area, but the thought of pouring it into the same sinkhole for an entire half-decade seems wrong. If I'm this geographically stable, shouldn't I own?

I'm thinking: probably. Not right now, because my net worth today is close enough to zero, since I spent all my savings on the startup last year, and then borrowed a lot when it took an extra-special long time for my new day job to remember that they hired me. (In fact, I spent this past weekend pulling together my personal finances, and can report that it's rather depressingly negative if you don't count my retirement accounts.) But I should start thinking about it anyway. Let this post mark when I started thinking about it.
prog: (galaxians)
Went to [livejournal.com profile] ruthling's birthday bash (orchestrated by [livejournal.com profile] grr_plus1) and again with the seeing of folks I haven't seen in a while. Left my hat behind because it got eaten by the giant foyer coat pile. I'm sure I shall see it again. Impressed a crowd of other guests' children with my DDR skills. I told them that they will become better than me with practice.

I love DDR. I gotta set up a StepMania machine somehow. (It can only exist in certain rooms of my apt, is the problem, else my landlady yells at me WHAT YOU DOING THE WHOLE HOUSE SHAKE WHAT IS WRONG WHY YOU DO THAT.)



Playing Angband again. I'm having as much fun with it now as I did in, uh, 1998. Currently have a ranger who keeps getting his ass kicked and forced to word-of-recall himself out of bad situations, but notably hasn't dropped dead.

Surviving past the prologue levels and into the long midgame is uncommon for me. When it happens, I'm riveted. When I inevitably do something stupid and die, I still feel like I had a good run.

Even though it's a bloody roguelike, it's enough to let me taste my addictive personality again. At least the game (if it lasts more than 15 minutes) gets into a rhythm of:

  1. Read WoR scroll
  2. Delve until full or forced to retreat
  3. Read WoR scroll
  4. Sell loot, shop, buy two more WoR scrolls
...and that lends itself well to spreading play across multiple play sessions as opposed to a single butt-numb-a-thon.



It is time for me to formulate a personal five-year plan, building off of that four-pillars stuff.

One way of expressing the ultimate goal: By 2012, I want to never need to work a day job again. This alone is not my primary motivation, but it is probably the most implication-filled of them, so there you have it.

Long-time readers will recall that five years ago today, in January 2002, I thought I was poised to take over the world as a writer of technical books. This did not happen. (I did write books, but to my surprise I hated it, and stopped as soon as my contracts were met.) Time has passed, and I have a renewed and (I daresay) far more potent pool of resources, experiences, and contacts. And I am much wiser.

Nothing really specific to say about it yet. I don't think the plans will be based on anything I'm not, in essence, already doing; they really will follow from the path I've set with the pillars. And they may end up being more of a framework of interlocking deadlines than actual plans. Whatever works. We'll see.

200+

Jul. 13th, 2006 05:53 pm
prog: (Wario)
Yii... I have gained over 10 pounds since I last checked my weight. (This may have been last year.)

Not very oddly, it has been a while since I stopped walking to Harvard and back every other day, and longer since I last DDRed.

I just warned Zarf that I may spontaneously bust out the pads at any moment.
prog: (galaxians)
My first thought (seeing this movie advertised in the paper) is "It's a parody of life on AOL, expressed through breakdancing, somehow." Then getting a closer look at the poster in color, I think, "Hey, it has the Standard Mode guy from DDR Max 2 in it."
prog: (what_you_say)
Heart nearly exploded, but I appear to have clawed my way back into 7-footer territory, after letting my DDR skills slide at the end of last year. Straight Cs!

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