Jones @ MindSay

The ‘Coin Killer Game’ is an interactive solution to a viral marketing challenge posed by most anticipated release of 2007, the new Coen brothers movie, No Country for Old Men.

This attraction is being hailed as the best piece of filmmaking ever evidenced by the cinematic siblings - its certain to be a ‘must-see’ movie for millions of devoted fans. In this film, a compressed air tank welding villain played by Javier Bardem asks a gas station attendant ‘How much have you ever wagered in a coin toss?’. The same dialogue has been preserved online in the opening frames of the Coin Killer Game.   

 After uploading a personal photo, each visitor must click the ‘flip this coin’ prompt and watch as an American quarter rotates up above the banner, where it disappears… The user is asked to chose ‘Heads or Tails?’

This exciting challenge ends with each visitor ultimately losing the match, and then watching in horror as his or her personal photo becomes a ‘death portrait’.

The game imagines the player's death portrait and simulates what each face would look like after being struck by the villain’s signature weapon. Check out the author’s own face after the gruesome attack.

     

The Coin Killer Game is the next evolution of online marketing; already a facebook widget, this application is almost certain to convey tens of thousands of unique viewers to the No Country for Old Men site before the campaign ends in late November. 

What nominees would you vote for this year for the Academy Awards?  I am crossing my fingers for No Country For Old Men.  Being Texas-born myself, I have a familiarity with the area in which the story is supposed to take place.   Also, I am a fan of the Coen brothers, Javier Bardem, Tommy Lee Jones and Josh Brolin's dad, James.  I saw Ratatoille but didn't think the story was all that socially-redeeming, or interesting.  Persepolis is something I might be interested in seeing, and I was not at all interested in seeing Surf's Up... I'm through with penguins for a while!

Eee Gads, Watson!  It's a dayum cold out there.  Actually we are in a heat wave today!  A whole 1 degree.  With windchill it is still 1 degree out!  Way better then it was yesterday when we went to the tkd tournie!  From about 4 am till 9 am it was -12 but with windchill feeling like -27.  When we finally got on the road an hour and half late (we was tired from the night before and everyone was CRABBY) it was up to -10 with windchill feeling like -24 the rest of the day. 

 

The kids thought I was crazy because I made them load the van up with 3 blankets, the small bag of kitty litter, the rest of the salt, a couple cans of soups, a small propane blow torch and a couple of spoons.  I also made them run down stairs to grab a few jugs of water and my last tin coffee can.  There was NO WAY in hell that I was getting strandend even an hour and half in IA with out being able to take care of my kids yesterday.  When we stopped to fill the tank up, I grabbed some other small foods also and had a friend of mine that works at the store double check under the van to make sure my jack and tire where under there.  Chad is such a nice guy!  Grew up together, hung out together, and disappointed our families by not ever dating!:D  He helped carry out the bags of grocieries (not his job anymore at the store-he helps the owner with the butcher counter now) and noticed we were loaded up to go somewhere and got right after me about my spare tire and cables to jump with and how i shouldn't have the kids out on a day like yesterday and with my knees I shouldn't be out on a day like yesterday.  But he knows I won't listen so he crawled on the cold ground to make sure everything was there and then procedded to chew my ass more.  He got right after Coltin about listening to me (he knows my kids are onery like me:D) and told DeLaney to keep her cute lil ears covered at all times.

 

We got to the tournie after opening ceromonies and in time to see one of our lil classmates take all three trophies in her age division and rank.  Which would have been DeLaney's and Coltin's age division and Rank.  Mr. Johnson gave me a bad time and said see should have just signed up for the tournie!  Poor Amanda had no competition out there!  Then we wondered all over the place trying to find my cousin Joe and his boy Kody.  Kody is a black belt, just turned 8, and we wanted to watch him.  Finally found them right when they were getting ready to start his age group and division!  Kody did rather well considering this was his first time at this age ranking.  Poor boy had to go up against two different state champions.  One from MN and one from IA!  He got 4th out of 8th so Joe and I had to do some fast talkign to get him to realize that was dayum good when all those other boys were closer to 10 and he just turned 8!

 

Another lil girl from our class, Britney was going at the same time as Kody, so we wondered down to her area when Kody was waiting his turn and she did really good also.  Took 1st and 2nd but the lil boy she kept having to compete with took over all.  She started crying and I pointed out to her that for her first tournie that is dayum good.  I convienced her to wonder over to watch Robin a 12 year old 2nd degree black belt who was competting against a state champ and a regional champ and this was her first go as a 2nd degree black belt.  Britney realized that if Robin can go out there and not cry when she got 3rd overall that she did a good job.  Then we watched Mr. Bel a 16 year old 2nd degree black belt on his way to 3rd.  We ended up wondering over to the women's comp that I would have been in and didn't get to see how he did, but we saw the first part of his form and Mr. Bel rocks!  His name is actually Ryan but since Mr. Johnson's name is also Ryan we call mr. bel only half of his last name to keep them seperated. 

 

Mr. Jones and Mr. Johnson was right, if we would have competetied yesterday I would have came home with a couple of trophies.  But I refused to get points awarded just because I had a knee surgery and couldn't jump on #2 front kicks when I should be doing #1 jump front kicks.  By the time 2:30 rolled around we were all tired.  Joe and Kody drove up with Mr. Jones and Mr. Bel (they drove the others jumped in with them) so they had to stick around till Mr. Jones competeted.  I really wanted to watch Mr. Jones and Mr. Johnson compete.  Mr. Jones is a 1st degree black belt and Mr. Johnson is a 3rd degree soon to be 4th degree.  That would have been interesting.  But alas we loaded up with our tshirts we got, gave Kody a hug again and teased cousin Joe about not competiting himself.  Joe's excuse is he gets way to nervous and wasn't like me and his sister Tammy (that's my vet) who took speech in highschool, college, and 4-H (tammy not me) nor did he take part in plays, muscicals, one acts, or debate team like we did.  I giggled at him and said tell you what coz, you partake in our academy's tournie and we can talk Mr. Johnson into letting us do a expidetion sparring match between the two of us.  You as a 1st degree black belt and me as either a Cami or a green belt when ever the tournie comes around.  You can attempt to beat the crap out of me.  He perked up and said hmmm that might get me into that tournie!:D  So he is going to think about it and talk to his wifey and if she thinks he should do the tournie (she will-she likes tournies) then we will see if Mr. Johnson will let us try to beat the crap out of each other:D

 

Anyway, by the time we made it back into the city it was about 4:30 and I realized due to my busy week and weekend I had no food in the hosue, called Randy and he said to pick something up.  The kids wanted chicken.  So we stopped at KFC's and got chicken.  I am not a big chicken eater so I let the kids pick out what kind of chicken and the sides.  we got home and I put the food in the oven and the kids helped me to clean the mudporch and change litter boxes.

 

Now that the kids are off to Mass with Granny, I need to deciede if I am showering up and after they get home if we are running back to the city for grocieries or doing what Randy suggested and just email him my grociery/dollar general list and he and Arjan will stop on the way home and get it all for me.  Randy is feelign crappy cause he worked out in that -24 weather pulling wire, conduit, and double checkign the structuour and mechanical engenerring on a packign plant and a mill yesterday.  But the weather is suppose to turn crappier today and he knows I HATE the cold and refuse to drive in snow and ice as it comes down.  Randy looks at it this way, he may feel like crap and be cold but he can at least move with out being stiff and have his joints lock up like I do during the cold.  Bree called right before my mom picked the kids up and said she is going to call back with a grociery list of her own and said to just have the hubby's pick up the crap.  She is at work and her house is empty also of food and this way neither one of us have to run to go get grocieries the guys can do it! 

I probalby will just take down her grociery list and email it along with mine and make our hubby's do the shoppign this weekend!

 

I am down rambling for now.  My dad called and left a messy last night saying he is running low on fuel oil and needed some more wood.  He won't take the split wood (to hard to push back intot he furnace with his back and knees) so instead of telling him we dont' have any 3ft length cut, I am going to bundle up and cut him a pile of 3ft length wood and this evening with Randy's help take it down to the parental units.  I'll go out about noon to do that cause I have to get my house back in order!

 

Talk to you all later!

What am I feeling?  I've been listening to this song (the Bruce Sprintsteen & Sting live) for quite some time.  Everytime I experience this song, I feel as if a part of me died as if there is a void in my soul. 

What is this feeling?  It is like something out of a Diana Wynne Jones or Tanith Lee book: a dark and lonely emptiness.

My breathing is heavy.  My mind is restless.  My fancies are extreme.  My spirit is excited.  All these feelings are overwhelming.

I'm about to embark on a new aspect of my journey.  Differing events are coming togeather at differnt speed.  Differnt projects I have, all have their own timing.  There is a huge part of me that just want to...'help it along'; to force change, it is sometime needed.  Another part of me, the super ego, would like to see it unfold in front of me like a true zen student...

No....never.  My Ego and my Id are combining force, burning the tents, food and bridges.   This force of nature has it's own intention.  It will not only accept the Gordian Knot riddle, it will lay waste to every town, village, hill side, farmland and castle it comes across.

The song...Every breath you take...repeated several times while the above was typed.  My soul still has a void.  I'm still in love.  I'm still lonely.  I'm still alone.  My thoughts are still a malstorm.  My fancies are still in flight.

I still have fantasies of horses, wooded areas, large mansion, a very gothic mystery to solve...like a Tanith Lee novel.  Maybe I'm a charater in a Diana Wynne Jones novel...innocent, caught up in an event where I was force to wander the universe after accidentally discoverying how the world work...  Like a Doctor Who episode, TIME (Elec light orchestra?) is passing by me at a differnt pace...unlike Red Dwarf, this time dialation isn't funny.  I'm so not having fun.

I feel so out of place...so out of time...so anarchistic (society for creative anarchism?). 


On a brighter note...almost.  I've been going over a few things in my mind.  Everything is clear, I know what I need FIRST.  My goals are to get a Nikon d70 w/lens. 

Then, I'll set my sight on a medium format camera...may be the Kiev 60 6x6cm (It looks like a common 35mm camera on steroid).  No, I don't think that Kiev are better than Fuji (with their very compact 6x4.5cm or 6x7cm), Kiev are CHEAP...and DECENT (I did not say "great" "beats Hassablad" "beats Maymiya"...it's just cheap for a decent camera....any medium format camera BEATS digital AND 35mm film).

Next on my unimportant list is a decent 4x5 (inches...good american standard) which is double the resolution of 6x4.5cm!  This format beats the shit out of any 8,000 USD Cannon and 5,000 USD Nikon Digital SLR with it's eyes close.  I could imagine shooting killer Velvia slides in this format...I may not even need a loupe to look at my images!   All this quality could be had (used) for under 200.00.  Imagine, +100yr old style camera could beat the shit out of the highest end 20,000 digital. 

Just rememeber...  lowest resolution 35mm film (least grain...least "pixel"  or "pixelation" in digital talk) contain about +25mega pixel...  25million pixel?!  OMFG!!!  The most common 'professional' digital has atleast 6million pixels and that's 'enough' for 99% of the photographers out there.  There are that 1% who -legitimately- need more pixel (billboards, poster board or mural enlargements?)...there there are the 5? 10? 20% (?) who "need" more pixel........for...what?  To rarely make an 8x12?  Yeah, right!

Right hardware for the right problem.


Rhiannon...everytime I listen to this song, I feel...I really feel lost.  Maybe it's just me.

Say you walk into a room and you see a glass cup with liquid inside half of it.   Is it half full, or half empty?  now if the glass should happen to be a glass of jones soda, id consider that glass empty in a few seconds.  But what would you see it as?  I'll tell you what i see it as as soon as i get a few responses.  Also, explain why you see it as such.