I’ll never regret starting this blog. It’s always been my proving ground and measure for growth.
I can’t call you or give you a shoulder to cry on, but I can show that being depressed or lost or sad or whatever else I’ve been throughout this blog isn’t always a permanent thing. I want to encourage everyone as best I can.
The bot’s name is Milo, from RoboKind. He’s an advanced social robot that helps children with autism develop social skills and self-regulation techniques. RoboKind and Mark got the brilliant idea of setting up Milo to communicate with people at conventions since RoboKind attends quite a few throughout the year. The only problem, up until now, Milo didn’t respond to people asking questions. So Mark and a few other programmers put their heads together to solve this problem and I was brought into help with the response side using IBM’s Watson Conversation Service.
Joking aside, it was a rough month. On the one hand, Roger Wilco, the marketing firm I’m contracted with, have been teaching me another part of their business. The cognitive development side. They are certified IBM futurist, which means they have access to a lot of IBM stuff. This has brought some interesting projects to …
Mrs. Badass AC adapter died. For the third most important woman in my life, I’ve just enough money to save her!
Please don’t think to little of me for running back to a safety net. This back-step has brought a new perspective. It’s highlighted several weakness that I need to strength myself against in order to walk this path as a writer.
I can’t comfort anyone.
I don’t know how to get rid of this guilt for having covered my ears and shut my eyes to the hate.
The only thing I can promise is to be a writer who tells different stories.
I am a Lesbian, and I have longed to see heroes with my sexuality and struggles.
It’s been a little over a year and now I have completed my Master’s Degree. It’s crazy to know that I have succeeded in reaching a level of education beyond what I thought I ever could. It feels really good and strange. Good, because I’ve had a lot of people tell me I’d never make …
The last three days of GDC were a blur of activity, meet ups, and drinking. Lots of drink. Lots, And lots, And lots of drinking. In a lot of ways GDC is about parties and group hangouts, like how the writers always made it back to Golden Gate Tab Room for the last two hours …
When parties get a little to Intimate.