Put down your VR headset and phone. Tie your bandanna, and fill your molotov cocktails.
It's the only way life is going to get better.
Google wants more for its Daydream virtual reality platform than phone displays framed in cheap cardboard. At its annual outdoor developer festival and tanning experiment, Google I/O, the Chocolate Factory presented minions to talk up the arrival of standalone VR headsets from HTC and Lenovo toward the end of the year. By …
What is it with the Anon Cowards recently? I mean it used to be the case it would allow people to say something controversial or a truth which they don't want linked back to them. Now it seems...well ^ and other articles.
Also, quoting your own tweets in an article? I know that modern media is sadly self referrential these days, but that is taking the piss. Unless this was the point and I am that subtle humour aware?
And VR and immersive computing and all this bollocks. I am all for new and exciting technologies, but I am not about creating use cases just because. Find a need, fill it. Don't create artificial situations that fits around your current baby and start to believe your own hyperbole. That way lies derision and memes are born.
VR on a phone/untethered is horribly inferior to the experience you'll get on a proper setup due to all sorts of things - Graphical horsepower and accelerometer drift being the main two.
We're still at a very immature stage for VR but the main focus for new devices seems to be on these budget sets as opposed to the quality setups which worries me for the progress the concept will make.
I have an oculus rift (DK2) and I can tell you with sincerity that if you have the means to power it, VR is utterly incredible for certain genres but this won't be the case on an untethered system any time soon.
["Our goal here is really to raise all boats by doing heavy lifting," Bavor said on stage.]
The question is: if the rats leave a rising boat, does that help the camel dodge the bullet of the boat becoming the straw that breaks its back?
"Baveur" in French means someone who dribbles. And this veep was blessed by his (?) parents with the forename "Clay".
Not that I mean to suggest that what comes out of his mouth in any way resembles the dribbling of an amorphous, icky suspension of fungible, unrelated particles. No, in no way whatsoever.