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Saturday, January 31Guest Who!
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Friday, January 30Man, What a Cool Toy! Congratulations on your purchase of your new Homo Sapien brand Bipedal Hominid. Some assembly required.
Before you start to assemble your humanoid, please confirm all of the necessary parts kits have been included in the box.
Remove the CPU from the foil container. The CPU will appear small, but do not worry. It has been dehydrated for transport. Drop the CPU in a bowl of water, being careful not to tangle the cable harness. Start soaking the three parts of the filtration system at this point, also. Allow them to soak while you proceed with the next steps. Open the box marked 'Main Chassis'. Inside you will find several bags. Each bag is a sub-chassis. Assemble the contents of each bag, keeping each sub-chassis separate. Connect the following sub-chassis (do not connect those not listed - it will make later steps more difficult):
By this point, the wiring harness attached to the CPU should be moist enough to unwind. Leave the CPU soaking, but unwind the harness. Feed the cable through the chassis component marked 'Skull-Bottom'. Take the cable guides (marked 'Spine') from the chassis box. Slide the disks along the cable, being careful to align the arrows. Be sure to also feed the appropriate wires from between each disk as you proceed. If the CPU seems to fill the Skull, it has been properly hydrated. You can remove it from the water. Now is a good time to install the video components. Match the video camera labels (L) and (R) to the skull sockets. Connect the cables to the CPU. Note that the cables will be crossed when properly installed. This is normal. Screw the chassis component 'Skull-Top' onto 'Skull-Bottom'. Attach the bottom of the 'Spine' into Pelvis Slot(S). You may also affix chassis component 'Shoulders' to Upper Spine Slot(Sh). Affix Upper Arm(L) to Shoulder Slot(L) and Upper Arm(R) to Shoulder Slot(R). Affix Ribcage to Spine Slot(RC). Insert ventilation component into Ribcage. Place pump between the two ventilation components. Insert the input system below the left ventilator and slide the pipe up the middle of the ribcage. The ventilator pipe will attach to the input pipe. You can then attach the input pipe to the lower Skull component. Attach the large tube from the output system to bag that makes up the lower portion of the input system. Pile the tubing below the ribcage, and leave the end that has the sealing ring dangling near the pelvis. Place the small bag of the output system near the middle of the pelvis. The filtration components have been soaking long enough now, so place those near the pelvis. Connect Filtration Kidney(L) to Output System Bladder Input(L) and Filtration Kidney(R) to Bladder Input(R). If you have a duplication system marked (Female), toss that on top of the filtration and output system components. The pipe should point downwards towards the pelvis. Attach motors (box may be marked 'Muscles'). This will help to hold the filtration and input/output systems onto the chassis also. You will notice the chassis is much more rugged after this step. Each motor kit has its own set of directions. Follow those direction and then return to the next step. Now the motors are installed, you can connect them to the wiring harness. The wiring harness is carefully labeled. Connect the wires as indicated. The hydraulic system included a large roll of tubing. Attach this tubing to the indicated connectors on all of the other subsystems. We give you plenty of tubing, so you can be generous. Be sure to pay attention to the connector labels. Those marked V return the flow to the pump, those marked A carry the flow from the pump to the components. It's important not to cross these. Refer to the sheet included in the Hydraulic System box for details. You are now almost complete. Place your completed chassis inside the container. The container is open down the back. The container has been stamped 'LEFT FOOT' in the appropriate location to help you get the container onto the chassis in the correct orientation. Seal the container using the included adhesive. Note: if you like customizing your hominids, you may wish to use something less permanent, like velcro. You can now attach the input, output, and duplication systems to the proper holes in the container. Again, use the included adhesive. If you have duplication system marked (Male), you can now glue the external duplication connector to the container. Look for the area between the legs marked with dotted lines. If you choose, you can now decorate your hominid with insulation. Use the picture on the box as a reference. Congratulations! You are now ready to fill your hominid with the fluid that was included with the hydraulic system. If you have the small sized hominid, you may not use all of the fluid. This is normal. Once your hominid is full, push the jump-starter onto it's chest and watch the fun! We hope you enjoy your new pet. Please visit our web site for further information, care and feeding instructions, breeding tips, and tricks you can teach your biped. Thursday, January 29Conjoined Twangs The RIAA had been spending so much time suing 12-year-olds and senior citizens that they'd forgotten to do any real work. In an effort to boost sales without spending money doing something useful they decided to flood the market with compilations. Unfortunately, they weren't too careful. They've had to recall a huge batch of CDs for being too full of innuendo. Here are some of the set's that they're scrambling to get back:
Can't Buy Me Love - The Beatles Down On the Corner - CCR The Crying Game - Culture Club Oh Boy - Buddy Holly Does Your Mother Know? - ABBA White Wedding - Billy Idol Crying, Waiting, and Hoping - Buddy Holly Constant Cravings - K.D.Lang I Ain't Gettin' Any - Monks Here Comes the Snake - Cherry Popping Daddies Whiter Shade of Pale - Annie Lennox That Don't Impress Me Much - Shania Twain Paint it Black - Rolling Stones Beat It - Michael Jackson I Shot the Sheriff - Warren G For Those About to Die - ACDC One Night in Bangkok - Chess Jailhouse Rock - Elvis Presley Bad Habits - Monks Me and You and a Dog Named Boo - Lobo You Can't Do That - Beatles A Horse With No Name - America Now You're Gone! - Whitesnake Why? - Annie Lennox Who's That Girl? - Eurythmics Psycho Killer - Talking Heads You Give Love a Bad Name - Bon Jovi Another One Bites the Dust - Queen Night to Remember - Prism Summer of '69 - Brian Adams You Go To My Head - Tori Amos Blowin' in the Wind - Joan Baez Way Down - Tori Amos Nobody Does It Better - Carly Simon Coming Soon - Queen This is the Time - Billy Joel Chug-a-Lug - Roger Miller Wednesday, January 28Five of Five I'm not feeling very creative again. Here are five lists of five things that might interest you. Nothing is in any particular order. Do you have similar tastes? Suggestions?
1. The Robot Novels by Isaac Asimov
2. A World Out of Time by Larry Niven 3. Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card 4. Have Space Suit Will Travel by Robert A. Heinlein 5. The Apprentice Adept Series by Piers Anthony
...and since this post is so uninspired, I give you a link that you'll enjoy. Hopefully you will then erroneously attribute your subsequent enjoyment to my site. Monday, January 26The Couch Thank-you for coming by, Al. Why don't you go ahead and relax on the couch there, and we'll get started. The first thing we're going to do is look at some ink-blots.
Well, yes they're a bit corny, Al, but ink-blots are an accepted method of determining a psychological baseline. Also, I find since they're so familiar that they make a good ice-breaker, if you will. It helps people relax and get the whole doctor/patient relationship going. So, let's just jump right on in and get started. Here's the first one. Tell me the first thing that pops into your head. Really? Ok. A big orange 'B'? Well, yes, that's a bit unusual... particularly considering that it's a little black splotch and you see orange. Most people see a butterfly... you see it there, those are the wings. No? Just the big orange 'B'? Well, ok. There are no wrong answers here. Let me show you the next one. What's the first thing you see with this one? A stadsgraff? What's a stadsgraff? Oh. Stats graph. Sorry, you've still lost me. What's a stats graph? It's tells you how often people have hit you? You get hit so often you need to keep track? Well... uh... ok. Disturbing. Um. I'll tell you what, I'll write that down and we can come back to it later. Let's take a look at this last ink-blot, shall we? A squished over what? A squished over halo scanned blog commons low go? Oh... haloscan blog comments... yeah whatever. No. That's not what it is. You're wrong, alright? It's a puppy, you moron. A little fucking puppy! Any idiot can see that. It's barely an ink-blot it's so a puppy... What do your answers tell me?! They tell me you're just a freak, ok. You've got some sort of weird bi-polar addictive 12-steps-required shit going on in your head. What the hell is "Cool. I'm bloggin this!" supposed to mean? No, wait, don't tell me. I don't want to know. How about you just head on out of my office... Looks like my new BlogMatrix RSS feed has been screwed up since Sunday. Sorry folks, but it's not a problem on my side. We just have to wait for it to suddenly start working again, I guess.
Sunday, January 25Week 2: Freedom![]() Update» Some other 'Blogger Idol:Freedom' entries I liked:
Blogger Idol is simple. Each week, a theme is given. Those interested then create a blog entry with that theme. No holds barred. Week 1: The 80's
Freedom Frenklin sat rigidly upright on a small metal chair facing a gray metal wall. His hands were clasped on his lap, and he remained completely silent. What else would he be doing? The large glowing clock on the wall read 15:57. It was sitting time for three more minutes. He was a good citizen. He wouldn't consider doing anything else. The clock beeped as the blue numerals changed to 16:00. Frenklin stood up, took five paces to the door of his sealed room, turned on his heel, and took the five paces back to his chair. Again, he turned on his heel and paced back. It was pacing time. He was a good citizen. He wouldn't consider doing anything else. The clock changed to 16:20. There was a beep. Frenklin stepped over to the foot of his cot and lifted the lid to his toilet. There was a beep. Frenklin froze. There had never been a second beep for as long as he could remember. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his hands began to tremble. The small speaker next to his bed clicked on. Until now, the voice in the speaker had only come on to tell him it was wake time. The voice spoke, "Frenklin 402EN2FA, as reward for 30 years of meritorious citizenship you are hereby increased to status level 2. From this point forward, TIME 16:20 through TIME 17:20 will be open time." The message ended, and something happened that Frenklin didn't know was possible: the clock went dark. Open time. For the first time in his life he had been given the freedom to do anything he chose to do. No task was allotted, nothing was expected of him. Frenklin sat on the edge of his bed, put his face in his hands, and cried with fear. Saturday, January 24That's Peculiar So there I am sitting on the patio taking a big pull on a brew when something passes across the sun. I look up, and there's this huge parachute coming towards me. There's some sort of pyramid-shaped thing hanging beneath it.
It's really screaming down. I'm pretty sure whatever it's carrying is going to be toast when all of a sudden there is a huge bang and it, I'm not kidding here, turns into a giant beach-ball-like thing. There's a huge blast as some rocket motors shoot off, and the parachute drops the huge ball. Well, this ball comes bouncing down the street, right over top of my double-wide, and lands smack in the middle of my yard. Ok, so I'm thinking, "That's peculiar." As I'm watching, this big ball deflates, and there inside is the pyramid-shaped thing I saw. Well, would you believe me if I told you the little pyramid opens up and there is some kind of machine inside? I can't really tell what it is at this point, since it's all bundled up against itself. What am I supposed to do, here? What could I do? I took another big swig of beer, of course, and leaned back on my chair waiting to see what else would happen. It just sat there for a long time. Probably three beers worth. Just as I was getting ready to start up the old B.B.Q, the thing starts doing stuff again. It kind of unfolds itself. There are a few banging noises, so I figure something screwed up, but it actually stands up and stretches out these six little wheels and what looks like a periscope. I turn on the B.B.Q. and start making some burgers. I'm chowing down, and run inside to grab another beer. When I come back out, this thing has turned around on it's little landing box. I walk out of the house just in time to see it roll down and onto the lawn. It kind of catches my interest now, you know, since it's moving around and all. So I stand there and watch it for a bit. Well, it just sits there and spins that periscope thingamadoodle around a bit. Time is money, so you just gotta know what I did next. I went to bed. I didn't sleep none too good. I kept kind of half waking up. I'd be almost asleep and there'd be some bang, or creaking noise or something that'd make me open my eyes. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what the racket might be about, so I'd just roll over and try to go back to sleep. I drag myself out of bed a little later than usual. Gotta make breakfast, and the cat'll need some grub too. I get down the hall, and would you believe it, that golf-cart whatsit has made it through the side door and ended up in the middle of my kitchenette. It actually scared me a bit 'cause, you know, I'd forgotten all about it and didn't know what it was at first. It was kind of a pain making breakfast with that thing sitting smack dab in front of the stove, let me tell you that! It's not like I've got a huge house or anything. I decide to feed the cat. While I'm scooping out the cat food, my cat's sticking his face right in the way like they do. What should I notice, but right on his ass there is a perfect little circle of missing fur. What the fuck is that, I wonder. I take a little closer look, and you know what I think? Honestly? I think that cart-o-matic thing took a chunk outta my cat. The cat doesn't seem to care, but I'm a little pissed, you know. So I throw my coffee at it. Well, the thing is just sitting there now. It kind of shudders every once in a while, but I'm pretty sure that's the last cat probin' that thing will be doing. Makes a good TV stand though. Needed one of those, too. Heard on the radio some guy in China just saw some huge beach ball bouncing down the street. Two words for him: shot. gun. Friday, January 23You Have 5 Questions To Compile! For a while I was resisting the 'community blog events' that crop up from time to time (I think they're what people are calling memes). I felt that it would take the originality away from my blog, I suppose. I changed my mind with 'Blogger Idol'. After reading dozens of posts on exactly the same topic I realized that the right sort of meme encourages creativity and diversity. So I've changed my tune. I'm not going to avoid them. If I like the concept, I'll be jumping on the bandwagon right along side everyone else.
You are going to get stuck in an elevator for 3 hours with Bill Gates, George W. Bush, or Gandhi. Which one do you choose, why, and what do you talk about? This is a difficult choice. It's not clear if I'm armed or not. I'll assume I'm not. That rules out George W. Bush. I don't think I could bring myself to kill someone with my bare hands, no matter how much I wanted to. In fact, even if I were armed, I think I would end up taking the easy way out and shooting myself if forced to spend three hours with Bush. Damn morals. Gates. Now Gates does seem to be an interesting choice. I hate a lot of the big-business that Microsoft does, but realize they've just become the ultimate description of capitalism. All political systems break down when forced to the extreme, so I have a hard time fully faulting Microsoft for what they've become. Unfortunately, I don't think Gates "is" Microsoft. I think he's probably spent so much time spouting marketing and legal nonsense that he'd probably be a really boring elevator companion. I have a feeling we'd end up talking about MS-DOS or something. I can do that with any of my geek friends (and often do), so Gates gets the shaft. My choice would have to be Gandhi. You might think Gandhi would be an unusual choice for an outspoken atheist such as myself (I'd even call myself an antitheist). I love a good debate, and I would much rather spend time with intelligent people if given the choice. I can think of no better person to spend three hours debating religion, humanity, humanism, and the future of the world than Gandhi. This world produces so few truly great people. Gandhi was one of them. If you want to stretch it into the surreal, I would also be talking to him more than 50 years after his death. If that isn't a topic of conversation, I don't know what is. If you had to move to the states, which state would you move to, and why? Hawaii and Alaska are off limits! I guess Jon does read my blog very carefully, since he has obviously picked up on my very subtle dislike for some aspects of the U.S. I'm not sure how, as I take great care to conceal that aspect of my rampant Canadianism. Well, I guess you've got to expect that from a Yank. I would have liked to choose Alaska. It's really Canada anyway, and the parts that Exxon hasn't painted black are really quite pretty. Alaska is out of bounds, though. Hawaii doesn't particularly tempt me, but I see why that's excluded. Grass skirts and me with a leaf-blower. Yes. Best not let Al near Hawaii. The bible belt is out, too. I think my bumper stickers would probably cause a lot of problems there. I'm an absolute roller coaster fanatic. For entertainment value, I might pick California or Florida. I love Six Flags and Disney. That would certainly keep me entertained for a while. I really liked visiting Boston. I loved the history that it exudes from its very pours. I had an interesting incident with a fifth story window there, but I don't think that'd put me off. The problem I'm having here is the cities. I don't like big cities. I don't even particularly like the city I'm living in (Calgary), and if it's hit a million people yet, it's not by much. I grew up in a city of 12,000, and that's much more my style. So what is small in the U.S. Not much. Definitely not the people. Oh, I think I know just the place. I hope it's not bending the rules. Bermuda. It's small, it's still fairly well equipped, it's not tropical (so I'm not wimping out with some Hawaii loophole), and it's surrounded by that handy moat (aka the Atlantic). I'm the sort of person that really likes the idea that I could drive everywhere on a little moped. What? It's not a state? Shit. California then, I guess. I wonder if Mickey would let me ride a moped around Disneyland. Your cat suddenly turns into a ten-foot talking lobster. How freaked-out are you? Well, he's got the nuclear (nucular, if you're Bush) monster pose down already. He's not exactly ominous yet, though. Well, unless you're the poor schmuck (aka me) that has to brush him. How freaked out would I be? Probably less freaked-out than Loewen. The closest he's ever come to a lobster is "may or may not contain fish by-products". I grew up on movies about irradiated ants and crabs. Ten-foot lobsters are at least within my frame of reference. A talking lobster, though. What would it talk about? "Anything it wants to, Bob!" Ba-dum, TSHHH! If you could choose to be born 150 years in the future, would you do it? Why? What'll it be like anyway? Oh, yes! Damn right. I'm a futurist, so nothing could be cooler. Honestly, the only thing that bothers me about dying is that I won't get to see what happens next. Well worded question, too, so I can't get more time in addition to the present. I'm being born in 150 years, so don't get to live now. That's a shame. This is a very exciting time in which to live. Think about this; every significant technological event that has ever happened has happened in the last 150 years. We've gone from horse-drawn carriages, and surgery without anesthetic to space stations and Mars rovers in that time. Now flip that around and try to get what will happen in the next 150 years. What sort of world will that be. Keep in mind that it isn't just a matter of estimating a similar amount of advancement. We're living on the bend of an exponential curve right now. The speed of advancement is increasing at an exponential rate. I can ignore the obvious pessimistic view since wiping ourselves out in a nuclear holocaust pretty much means I'm not born in 150 years. So, I have to make some predictions. The population will continue to grow, and there will have been more than one event that could be called a global plague. These will have killed well over 1-billion people. Unfortunately, most deaths will have been in the third world. There will have been some ugly "culling" incidents where people in power exterminate vast numbers of the poor in the name of protecting their own health. Those that 'have' will continue to have, and those that don't have now will have even less. Technology wise, each member of society will have immediate and constant access to the sum total of all human knowledge. This will increase the rate of advancement ever more rapidly. The information is still accessed using external tools, but a few of the technorati are using the new neural interfaces. With these, you don't even realize you're accessing information. You simply think about things and the information is presented as memories as if you had previously memorized the answer. This has the positive effect of removing the gap between the educated and the uneducated. There are still huge numbers that simply don't have the ability/mental faculties to use the information that's supplied. They're cast aside (as they are now). Robots will be everywhere. They'll have started out as serving staff in fast food restaurants, banks, service stations, and the like. People were already used to essentially serving themselves at these locations. The interaction with people in such cases isn't missed since the general consensus was that the level of interaction in these places was less than stellar anyway. The only people that tried to stop this were those being displaced, and they didn't have the resources to do anything about it. Medical advances have cured auto-immune disorders (arthritis, diabetes), and many neuro-muscular problems (e.g. ALS). Robotic assistive exo-skeletons have reduced the difficulties caused by spinal injuries, strokes, and amputations, but the underlying problems still have no cure. Blindness and deafness has also been removed through external means. The solutions are satisfactory, but still far from perfect. There are still plenty of people that choose to remain a part of the blind and deaf communities and forgo the standard treatments. You have the option of [living 300 years but never touching a woman again] or [living just another 2 years, but being the most attractive man on the planet. Women can't resist you.] Which one and why? I'm sure glad this is just a game. I'd have to go with the 300 years, I guess. I'm a geek so long, uh, dry spells, aren't unheard-of. But still... 300 fucking years? Oh, make that 300 no-fucking years. I'm still going to stick with that choice though. First of all, the alternative just doesn't thrill me. Endless sexy women jumping on me purely based on looks just doesn't sound that great (well, yes it does, but let me continue). I've got enough money that I could probably do that pretty frequently for the stipulated two years with high-class hookers right now, and the option doesn't tempt me in the least. The other reason is that it sort of combines the previous question (the one about being born in 150 years) with a bonus that I still get to live the life I'm living now. You've already heard my reasoning on that one, and it applies doubly here. Of course, I'd likely spend much of my extended lifetime perfecting my army of Cherry 2000 um, assistants. Well, I hope I've answered the questions to your satisfaction. I certainly enjoyed doing it. If you want to be interviewed as per the rules above, leave a comment (be sure to leave a valid email address), and I'll get back to you. I can't promise that my questions will be anywhere as good as the ones I got, but I'll try. Once you've posted, I'll link to you. Perhaps that'll send a little traffic your way. People that have asked me for questions (see comments):
Thursday, January 22I Read It For the Articles I spent my time today adding an RSS syndication feed to my site. Also, the new Maxim™ swimsuit issue has arrived at my local Quik-E-Mart. You'll be needing to go and get a copy of that for yourself, so I'll keep this blog entry short and creativity-free. Here are a few jokes stolen directly from the pages of said Maxim magazine:
Q: What do Siegfried and the tiger have in common? A: They both know what Roy tastes like. Q: Why did Michael Jackson get sick? A: Because he ate a six-year-old wiener. Oh, isn't that just typical. I go to all that trouble to add an RSS feed to my site and what do I find on the blogger home page? They've just added Atom feeds 2 hours ago, and at the click of a mouse. Oh well, such is life. You can find my Atom feed here, and my RSS feed here. Use which-ever you prefer. Wednesday, January 21Week 1: The 80's![]() Update» My picks for Blogger Idol sites:
Week 1: The 80's
Who can forget the year that International Internet Advertisers filed a class action lawsuit against the start-up company Intelligencia. Intelligencia had found a way to cause actual useful content to pop up over internet advertising. On winning his case, the Don of the Internet Advertising Council (aka The Family) stated, "If this trend were allowed to continue, the internet would degrade from a bastion of garish porn ads into a haven for literary content." This law suit did not block Intelligentcia from pursuing their ultimately unsuccessful effort to "transport personal e-mails over the high-density spam stream". This was also the decade that the United States of America officially became the Religious Patriots of America. We believe a large celebration took place after the robot diggers completed the one-mile-deep moats at the Mexican and Canadian borders. Of course, since allowing information to enter or leave the RPA was deemed unpatriotic, we don't know for sure. The last news item to be printed prior to the installation of the one-way dome was that it had just been made a terrorist act to be genetically capable of potentially considering the option of an impure thought. Immediately on dome completion, ¾ of a million people were dumped through exit portals into the ocean. These apparent genetic transgressors were promptly rescued and welcomed by the international community. We'll close with an event that will be carrying us through to the next decade. The Pepsi AOL™ Mars Recreational Planet® declared war against the Coke Nike™ Moontastic Resort®. Pepsi AOL™ ignited the war by firing millions® of small silvered discs, each silk-screened with the AOL™ logo, at the moon resort. The discs were fired from an orbital rail-gun and traveled at near relativistic® speeds. Once the barrage was over, the mayor of the Coke Nike™ Resort quipped, "I wish AOL™ would stop sending me these stupid® things! They stopped making CD players 75™ years ago! Let's see how long they last after we replace™ their water™ supply with Sprite™ Ice®!" I've added an RSS syndication feed (hosted by Blogmatrix).
Monday, January 19Does It Hurt When I Do This? The alarm clock blares, dragging me away from a particularly good dream. I'm mad about this. I fling my arm angrily towards the alarm clock with the intent of teaching it who's boss. In my bleary-eyed state, I misjudge and slam the tips of my outstretched fingers directly into the edge of the bedside table with an audible crack.
The pain is unbelievable, and I'm instantly awake. I struggle from the bed, cursing my stupidity and head towards the bathroom. I'm not paying attention and walk straight into the edge of the half-closed door. My nose takes the full onslaught of the blow. A burst of stars before my eyes, followed by the unmistakable taste of iron... my nose is bleeding profusely all over the linoleum. I can barely focus through the agony. I take a step forward, and slip on my own blood. My knee of my outstretched leg locks, and then hyper-extends with a crack. A wave of nausea effectively blocks the pain shooting from my bleeding nose. "Oh, hell!", I think, "please just kill me now." I stand up. I'm still alive. My only thought is to get a towel for my bleeding nose. In the dark, I half limp and half run towards the hamper. A sharp snapping noise and a shooting pain up my leg tells me I have found it. I have found it with my little toe. I flick on the light and hesitantly look downward. My toe isn't cut. There's no blood. That's good. It's pointing directly out from the side of my foot, though, and that's bad. Another wave of nausea hits me. Unwilling and unable to sustain any more damage, I pull on a house coat and call an ambulance. I drag my wounded and bleeding body outside onto the front step with a level of determination that would make Bruce Willace proud. I figure it's safest to wait where I'm clear of any sort of potential injury. The ambulance pulls up, and the attendants push the stretcher up my front walk. As they near the steps, I stand and hop towards them so they won't have to navigate the two stairs. Unfortunately, they're not expecting me to do this and have already started lifting the stretcher. They catch me squarely in the groin. I double over in pain as I reflexively reach to cradle my injured family jewels. To my chagrin, the medic has placed his supplies on the edge of the stretcher, and I nail myself squarely between the eyes with the corner of the case. The attendants efficiently bundle the quivering mass that is me into the ambulance. I'm being asked questions at a mile a minute, but I'm surprisingly lucid. Once the attendant has finished filling out the form on his clipboard, he hands it to me and asks me to sign it and put it in the envelope for my insurance coverage. I do as he asks. I sign the form, fold it, and place it in the envelope. Just as I start to lick the envelope we hit a bump and I accidentally drag the sharp edge of the flap across that little piece of skin that holds my tongue to the bottom of my mouth. At last, giggling maniacally, I mercifully pass out from the pain. Sunday, January 18Free Extra Bonus! I'm sure you've seen those snazzy product banners. They cry for your attention, perhaps hoping that emphasizing a standard feature will cause you to choose one brand over another. They're so common we barely even notice them anymore. I suggest you start paying more attention. Sometimes they're trying to slip something past you.
Laxative Pills: Extra Creamy! Sports Car: 100% Recycled Paper Coffin: Makes 10% More Juice! Tampon: New Foaming Action! Milk: Bigger Chunks! Underwear: Pre-moistened! Hemmorhoid Cream: Extra Spicy! Puppy: Cooks in Minutes! Lipstick: Bonds Instantly! Apple Pie: More Beef! Bra: Self-sharpening! Saturday, January 17I'm Sorry Dave... All this cool Spirit business got me thinking about robotics. I'm actually lucky enough to have worked with robotics early in my career. It's thrilling to write software that causes something physical to happen elsewhere. There is a definite feeling of power, particularly on the scale that I was working. I wasn't working on a robot in the conventional sense...
When you think 'robot', you probably envision auto-industry robot arms, or perhaps the recent developments by Honda or Sony. The robots I worked on were robot hoists that ran a coin plating line. We made coins for all over the world, including the Canadian $1 coin. The hoists were huge. They each would probably just fit in a box 10 feet on a side and 20 feet tall. They were also heavy (easily over a tonne), and fast. At top speed, you could keep up with one at a full sprint. They used hydralic motors, so they could accelerate unbelievably quickly as well. I'm not writing in plural just for kicks. To make the software interesting, there were two hoists running on the same rails. One hoist handled the plating stations, while the other handled the etch and rinse stations. There was a section of track that both hoists shared. This let them pass barrels between each other by using a common drop-off station. Two things made software bugs interesting. The section where the hoists overlapped, and the end of the tracks the hoists ran on. On more than one occasion I crashed the hoists together because of a bug in the host location counting routines. The software wouldn't realize they were both trying to occupy the same space. I could usually get away with that without anyone knowing since the hoists were usually running at slow speed in the hoist-overlap zone. I'd just have to run out and reset them. Running into the end of the track was something else entirely. If a software bug sent the hoists past the end marker, it would hit the stops with a huge boom that could be heard in the parking lot. The entire three story building would shake, and the windows would rattle. One day, I repeated this little trick a half-dozen times and just couldn't figure out where I got the software wrong. As it turned out, it wasn't my fault. The hoists tracked their position by counting metal markers at each plating station using a magnetic sensor. A helpful in-duh-vidual noticed that the metal markers were rusting, so started replacing them with stainless steel. Some of you may already be laughing. Stainless steel is not magnetic, so the hoist couldn't "see" them. The hoist would run down the track far enough to reach top speed, but then reach the spot where the markers had been replaced. It would happily crash into the end of the building at full speed while searching for a marker it would never find. I couldn't have done all that badly, though. I ended up getting sent to Hong Kong and Shanghai for 6 weeks when our plating line technology was sold to the China Mint Company. That's a story for a different time. We interrupt this blog to bring you this important message:
Thursday, January 15Sound Really Bites We've all heard and probably quoted those historical sound bites. They're such well contained little snippets that few realize many of them are only a brief part of a longer speech. I've done the research and presented some of those quotes in context. I think you'll see why they were edited in the first place.
Neil Armstrong: That's one small step for [a] man, and one giant leap for mankind, and one enormous dump for my shorts. I don't want to be here! I want to go home! Mommy! Alexander G. Bell: Mr. Watson, come here. I need you to tell me who the fuck has been making all these 1-900 calls! Adolf Hitler: Great liars are also great magicians. Talking about great magic tricks... wanna see me make one of my testicles disappear? Abraham Lincoln: America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves... and that'll never happen. Well, at least not until, like, 2003 or something. Salvador Dali: There is only one difference between a madman and me. I am not mad. Eki Eki F-tang Ping. Wibbly wibbly. Bloop bleep. I see dead people! Are you my cat? Henry Ford: Nothing is particularly hard if you divide it into small jobs. And then ship those small jobs over to China and force children to work 20 hour days for little pay in dank, dark sweatshops. Oliver Wendell Holmes: Speak clearly, if you speak at all; carve every word before you let it fall. And when those words, uh, something something, they go off, uh, the thing... which.... uh.... Richard M. Nixon: Always remember others may hate you but those who hate you don't win unless you hate them. And then you destroy yourself. Holy fuck. Why did the hair on my neck stand up when I said that? Franklin D. Roosevelt: We cannot always build the future for our youth, but we can build our youth for the future. As long as they're happy inheriting a desolate wasteland. Joseph Stalin: A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic; a billion deaths is a giga-plight. Heh! Oh, don't write that last one down... it's too geeky. Sun Tzu: Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win, while Xena warriors have fantastic tits. Wednesday, January 14IMDB Top 100 I don't have much time today. What I'll do is one of those things that seems to be spreading around the blog scene like a virus. It's a simple idea, and something fun I can do in a few minutes. The idea is to grab the top 100 movies from the IMDB list, and bold all the ones I've seen. I'm not exactly sure what this accomplishes, but I'm going to do it anyway, and you're going to like it.
The IMDB Top 100 Movies. I've seen the ones in bold. If it's in blue, I own the DVD. 1. Godfather, The (1972) 2. Shawshank Redemption, The (1994) 3. Godfather: Part II, The (1974) 4. Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, The (2003) 5. Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The (2002) 6. Casablanca (1942) 7. Schindler’s List (1993) 8. Shichinin no samurai (1954) (aka The Seven Samurai) 9. Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The (2001) 10. Citizen Kane (1941) 11. Star Wars (1977) 12. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975) 13. Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) 14. Rear Window (1954) 15. Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980) 16. Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) 17. Memento (2000) 18. Usual Suspects, The (1995) 19. Pulp Fiction (1994) 20. North by Northwest (1959) 21. Fabuleux destin d’Amelie Poulain, Le (2001) 22. Psycho (1960) 23. 12 Angry Men (1957) 24. Lawrence of Arabia (1962) 25. Silence of the Lambs, The (1991) 26. Buono, il brutto, il cattivo, Il (1966) 27. It’s a Wonderful Life (1946) 28. Goodfellas (1990) 29. American Beauty (1999) 30. Vertigo (1958) 31. Sunset Blvd. (1950) 32. Pianist, The (2002) 33. Matrix, The (1999) 34. Apocalypse Now (1979) 35. To Kill a Mockingbird (1962) 36. Some Like It Hot (1959) 37. Taxi Driver (1976) 38. Paths of Glory (1957) 39. Third Man, The (1949) 40. C’era una volta il West (1968) 41. Fight Club (1999) 42. Boot, Das (1981) 43. Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi (2001) (aka Spirited Away) 44. Double Indemnity (1944) 45. L.A. Confidential (1997) 46. Chinatown (1974) 47. Singin’ in the Rain (1952) 48. Requiem for a Dream (2000) 49. Maltese Falcon, The (1941) 50. M (1931) 51. All About Eve (1950) 52. Bridge on the River Kwai, The (1957) 53. Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975) 54. Se7en (1995) 55. Saving Private Ryan (1998) 56. Cidade de Deus (2002) 57. Raging Bull (1980) 58. Wizard of Oz, The (1939) 59. Rash?mon (1950) 60. Sting, The (1973) 61. American History X (1998) 62. Alien (1979) 63. Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939) 64. Leon (The Professional) (1994) 65. 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) 66. Vita bella, La (1997) (aka Life Is Beautiful) 67. Touch of Evil (1958) 68. Manchurian Candidate, The (1962) 69. Wo hu cang long (2000) (aka Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon) 70. Treasure of the Sierra Madre, The (1948) 71. Great Escape, The (1963) 72. Clockwork Orange, A (1971) 73. Reservoir Dogs (1992) 74. Annie Hall (1977) 75. Amadeus (1984) 76. Jaws (1975) 77. Ran (1985) 78. On the Waterfront (1954) 79. Modern Times (1936) 80. High Noon (1952) 81. Braveheart (1995) 82. Apartment, The (1960) 83. Sixth Sense, The (1999) 84. Fargo (1996) 85. Aliens (1986) 86. Shining, The (1980) 87. Blade Runner (1982) 88. Strangers on a Train (1951) 89. Duck Soup (1933) 90. Metropolis (1927) 91. Finding Nemo (2003) 92. Donnie Darko (2001) 93. Toy Story 2 (1999) 94. Princess Bride, The (1987) 95. General, The (1927) 96. City Lights (1931) 97. Lola rennt (1998) (Run Lola Run) 98. Full Metal Jacket (1987) 99. Notorious (1946) 100. Sjunde inseglet, Det (1957)
These are from the IMDB bottom 100. The count goes from 1 (worst) to 100 (only slightly less worse). I've deleted the ones I haven't seen. I actually enjoyed two of these. Your guess which. 15. Turbo: A Power Rangers Movie (1997) 16. Police Academy: Mission to Moscow (1994) 17. Santa Claus Conquers the Martians (1964) 19. Leonard Part 6 (1987) 21. Hercules in New York (1970) 22. Lawnmower Man 2: Beyond Cyberspace (1996) 23. It's Pat (1994) 26. Jaws: The Revenge (1987) 32. Smokey and the Bandit III (1983) 33. Police Academy 6: City Under Siege (1989) 41. Rollerball (2002) 47. Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie (1995) 53. Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot (1992) 61. RoboCop 3 (1993) 63. Superman IV: The Quest for Peace (1987) 73. Police Academy 4: Citizens on Patrol (1987) 76. Avengers, The (1998) 79. Plan 9 from Outer Space (1959) 83. Freddy Got Fingered (2001) 89. Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (1978) 96. Batman & Robin (1997) 97. Pet Sematary II (1992) 99. Bio-Dome (1996) 100. Leprechaun (1993) Tuesday, January 13Turn Back Time I've been doing a little living in the past again. It started when I watched the latest episode of Strong Bad's email (if you need the link for Strong Bad, click here: I'm so uncool I don't know where Strong Bad is. Thanks for giving me the link, even though I really should have been euthanized instead).
I'm still suffering from a bit of a creativity outage, so bear with me. I think I have a not-too-unexciting way of getting you to wax nostalgic while also trying to get the lurkers among you to leave a comment. What is the very first song you ever remember hearing and/or singing when you were a child? For me, it would have to be Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf Hint: This is where you expend a calorie. Leave a comment. Click "Shout back" below. I won't be able to leave that mp3 up for too long (I don't have much room on the server), so grab a copy if you want to dance to it at your next rave. The link will probably die within a couple of weeks. Monday, January 12Fixing a Hole Where the Rain Gets In![]() Update: Since I upgraded to Mozilla 1.6 this problem seems to have disappeared. Ever since I changed the layout of my blog to 3-column, I've had a little cosmetic glitch that has been driving me nuts. I can't figure out what's causing it, but I figured with a little help from my friends I could stop my mind from wondering.Every once in a while when my blog draws in the browser, the right margin runs past the end of the screen. I use "width=100%", so this shouldn't really happen. It only happens from time to time too. Simply refreshing the page almost always fixes the layout. Now, I've never seen any other blog with this issue, and I know there are plenty of people that still use tables for layout, so someone can probably see the obvious mistake I'm making. I'd love any suggestions you can offer. I don't think switching to CSS is an option for me at the moment. I know it's cooler and all that, but I just want to get this to work. Simplified down, my layout table looks like this (feel free to view source, too):
tr colspan=3 td "The title bar" tr td width="15%" (Left margin) td width="70%" (Center content) td width="15%" (Right margin) tr colspan=3 td "The footer stuff"
What would you think if I sang out of tune, Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, And I'll try not to sing out of key. I get by with a little help from my friends, I get high with a little help from my friends, Going to try with a little help from my friends. What do I do when my love is away. (Does it worry you to be alone) How do I feel by the end of the day (Are you sad because you're on your own) No I get by with a little help from my friends, (Do you need anybody,) I need somebody to love. (Could it be anybody) I want somebody to love. (Would you believe in a love at first sight,) Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time. (What do you see when you turn out the light,) I can't tell you, but I know it's mine. Oh I get by with a little help from my friends, (Do you need anybody,) I just need somebody to love, (Could it be anybody,) I want somebody to love. I get by with a little help from my friends, Yes I get by with a little help from my friends, With a little help from my friends. Fixing a Hole I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in And stops my mind from wandering Where it will go I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door And kept my mind from wandering Where it will go And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right Where I belong I'm right Where I belong See the people standing there Who disagree and never win And wonder why they don't get in my door I'm painting my room in the colourful way And when my mind is wandering There I will go Ooh ooh ooh ah ah Hey, hey, hey, hey And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right Where I belong I'm right Where I belong Silly people run around They worry me and never ask me Why they don't get past my door I'm taking the time for a number of things That weren't important yesterday And I still go Ooh ooh ooh ah ah I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in Stops my mind from wandering Where it will go oh Where it will go oh I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in And stops my mind from wandering Where it will go (fade out) It looks like it's "Blog it Forward" time again. This is a day when we pick a blog from our blogroll and encourage others to visit it. My pick this time around would be Stupid Evil Bastard. If I had to give a reason for liking that particular site it would be that it has a great deal of personality. Stop by, and tell 'em I sent ya. They'll tell you they've never heard of me and that they'd like you to leave now. A lot of you post strange search engine hits that referred someone to your blog. I think I have you all beat. The winner is: "Shed some skin low gerkin" That's not a motorcycle... THIS is a motorcycle. Jesse James rocks. Sunday, January 11Nipple! Some sort of neuro-chemical thing, I'm sure. You see, I have these creativity bursts. They don't last. I lose blogging interest for a couple of days after that. Not much to be done. The resounding burst of apathy over my last post didn't help, either. I guess I just enjoy it when someone gives me a really intense and vigorous stroking. My ego. Stroking. Stroking my ego, I meant. Never mind. Laming out with a simple hyperlink post seems to help.
Here, then: Go here. It's Cool. It's Canadian. It's Stick Girl. Oh, and that "Nipple" thing was just a ruse. Saturday, January 10Aliens - The Musical (part II) The Marines Went Down to L.V.
(To the tune of 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia') The marines went down to L.V. They were looking for a bug to kill They went in blind, no colony did find But they ran it like a drill When they came across some action Trigger happy; a live target gets crosshairs And one guy shot the first chance he got But from the grate just a girl stares This is when Ripley walks in She's acting all motherly too. The girl's named Newt, and's really cute. That makes the trouble brew. Ripley shouts, the testosterone mounts, The colony is not dead. The marines charge in, careless ammo they fling 'Cause Ripley knows they're being bred. The first battle goes all to hell, The reactor she's ventin' The solution's found: crawling underground, So the poor android is sent in. Ripley flex your abs so buff And check you're weapons mean Cause hell's broke loose on L.V. And you're up against the Queen. And if you win You'll finally get a chance to have a rest But if you lose, the alien bursts your chest Battle rages at fever pace This is when we start to know That Carter is a little shit He wants bugs the corp can grow. A face-hugger he sicks on Ripley She anticipated this She exposes his little scheme His slimey attitude we'll miss. More battles fought, more people are dead Little Newt is lost and gone Ripley runs in without a care And shows the marines how it's done. Fire fills the way in, run girl run The reactor's about to go nuke like a sun The Queen's is laying eggs, they burn you know Ripley rescues Newt now, go child go The Queen has bowed her head Still she knew she'd not yet been beat Until she'd met with Bishop So to amputate his feet. Ripley then puts on a robot suit The best way to strike an awesome pose She turns to the Queen, and calls her a bitch, It's out the airlock that she goes. -Al Hunt (with apologies to the Charlie Daniels Band) Friday, January 9Alien - The Musical (Part I) The Alien
(To the tune of 'The Gambler') Across an endless vacuum the ship named Nostradamus, Picked up a distress message, while we were in cryo-sleep. So it turned towards a planet, and woke us to the darkness. We landed on the planet, to the beacon we did creep. We said, Ash, we found some things that are sucking peoples faces. So Cane we dragged unconscious, backtracked our windy trip. Inside Ash would not let us, until bugs there were no traces. Ripley forced past the airlock and got Cain inside the ship. The face-hugger disappeared, and Cane again was conscious So he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light. And then dinner got deathly quiet, and everyone got cautious. The alien burst his chest. It was really quite a sight. You've got to know when to shoot 'em, know when to burn 'em, Know when to run away and know when to sprint. You never count your ammo when you're awaiting impregnation, There'll be time enough for screaming when the bleeding's done. The story here gets bloody, for the alien was attacking. As more of us got eaten, we found Ripley one to trust. Ash seemed strangly quiet, for the creature he was backing. As an android he's discovered, and by Ripley he is crushed. Not very long after that, the death toll it was mounting. Ellen Ripley and the cat were the only ones still alive. She triggers the self-distruct, so mother sets to counting. The main engines will explode with the alien still inside. An attempt to stop the count, leaves Ripley with no option. The count it still continues, as she prepares to take a ride. The escape craft has a view of the ship and its explosion. It's now that Ellen Ripley spots the alien right beside. Very sexy in her undies, Ripley climbs into her suit. A well placed jet of steam. Pissed, the alien turns to bite. A red button hit by Ripley; out the alien it does shoot. The fight was not quite over, until the engines did ignite. You've got to know when to shoot 'em, know when to burn 'em, Know when to run away and know when to sprint. You never count your ammo when you're awaiting impregnation, There'll be time enough for screaming when the bleeding's done. -Al Hunt (with apologies to Kenny Rogers) Wednesday, January 7The New Phonebook's Here! Ok, no phonebook, but I did get a pile of DVD's in the mail today. Playing today will be Scarface, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and Donnie Darko. Oh, and Collateral Damage. I sent in a UPC bar-code and got that one for free.
I know you're all awaiting my opinions with baited-breath. I'll post updates as I watch them. Donnie Darko: This is a curious one. It's oddly compelling and possesses the watcher to the end, but is still somehow lacking in my opinion. It's one of those movies that asks you to think once you've finished watching it. In this way, it's similar to Memento. What seems to be missing, at least to my mind, is that little unknown something that makes you want to think about it after you've watched it. The version of "Mad World" they have over the closing credits is great, too. Time to hit Kazaa Lite. Strangely enough, I watched the movie Butterflies are Free yesterday. I like that movie, and not only because a young Goldie Hawn spends a great deal of time in her underwear. A key element of that movie is a fictional hero called "Little Donnie Dark". Coincidence? Yeah -- 'course. Duh. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: Whoa. While Donnie Darko wanted you to think about it after you watched it, this one makes you want to watch it again so you don't have to think about it. I've always thought Terry Gilliam was fantastic. This movie is another of his great ones. To some, it's main theme appears to be drugs but I see the real theme as the perversion of the American dream and failure of the peace movement into "self at the cost of all others". I won't go into that to avoid spoilers. Pay attention to the soliloquies and the imagery surrounding the actors. Nothing is accidental in a Gilliam movie. I do recommend this one. If you rent it, get one of those five day rental things so you have an opportunity to watch it a few times. That almost goes without saying for any Gilliam movie. One suggestion: don't watch Donnie Darko and Fear and Loathing back to back. It's way too hard on the brain. I think I'm completely out of Dopamine. Scarface: Everything has already been said about this movie. The aniversary addition of the DVD is brilliant. It is truly better-than-original picture quality and sound. Own it. I just noticed that I've been listening to (and singing along with) the Gary Jules version of Mad World in a loop for, uh, just over 6 hours straight. Freud would have a field day with that except, well, he's, you know, dead and all. Monday, January 5Library of Children's Bookings We all have one thing in common; the icons of our youth. Falling asleep each night to stories of epic heros. We grow old and forget these exemplars of times past. Names like Poppa bear, Curious George, and the ever-popular Pig Number Three. Few wonder what happened to these gallant champions. I wondered. Many have passed as martyrs, some still exist to continue their fight, and others... well, others were not so lucky.
Cat in the Hat: Contrary to the appearances given by a recent movie release, the Cat in the Hat was hardly in any shape to be performing house invasions. A botched neutering left him impotent and bitter. He developed a solid catnip habit. Unfortunately, catnip often leads to stronger and harder addictions. It certainly did here. At the time of his recent death, he was mainlining the veterinary painkillers Darvan and Ultram. Charlie Bucket: Many remember his trip through the chocolate factory. What child wouldn't want to own an endless supply of confectionery? The result should be of little surprise to anyone. He certainly did his part to raise the average level of obesity. At the time of his death, he weighed more than 1300 lbs. That's almost twice the total weight of all of the Oompa Loompas he employed. In fact, many of those Oompa Loompas had been diverted from chocolate making so that they could perform regularly scheduled spongings and hosings. As a side note, the mystery of the two missing Oompas was solved when the autopsy discovered two skeletons crushed between rolls of fat. Nancy Drew: Nancy Drew was doing extremely well. Her estate was said to be worth almost two billion dollars when it all came crumbling down around her. A seemingly unerring ability to dredge up crime was found to be less than random chance. Drew was found dead due to a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. Apparently she was unable to face the shame. Her bookkeeper released documentation to the media showing that she was the head of a huge crime ring. She was maintaining anonymity by "solving a crime" whenever the police got close to one of her schemes. This would throw them off the scent and prevent them from discovering enough information to see the big picture. Winnie the Pooh: Honey Pot indeed. This sleeze merchant dove into disgusting schemes so base that little can even be told here. Let's just say that there are several nauseating video tapes funded by Pooh still floating around some of the more squalid parts of internet. Christopher Robin (aka Christopher Rubbing), Eeyore (aka EeySore) and Winnie the Pooh (aka Winnie the Poo) are all awaiting extradition from the 100 Aker Wood. 3-cushion Billiards: I've never seen this game before. It's very cool. Played on a table similar to a pool table except larger, without pockets, and (for some reason) heated. There are three balls: a white, a yellow (the cues: one for each player), and a red (the object ball). You must contact the red and the other players cue. You must also contact three or more cushions with your cue as you do this. Doing so gives you points. It's great to watch the level of skill. Very popular in Egypt. I bet it'll gain popularity here. Saturday, January 3No shit, my dear Watson I fancy myself a bit of a detective. I can figure things out from the most meager clues. For example, these are a few things I have deduced about my upstairs neighbours.
Geeknote: Rover Lands on Mars Friday, January 2Isaac Asimov Thank-you, Buzz, for reminding me that today is Isaac Asimov's birthday (1920-1992). I hold Mr. Asimov very highly. He's the reason I got into computers. You see, I wanted to be an architect. I'm very visually oriented. Even those tests in school always recommended architecture. Then something happened. I got my adult library card. More than a little overwhelmed by the adult section of the library, and not really having established a preferred genre, I was at a loss for something to read. My mom, also a bit of a science fiction nut, recommended "The Robot Novels" by Isaac Asimov. These were "The Caves of Steel" and "The Naked Sun" at the time, and now include "The Robots of Dawn". I was absolutely engrossed. I can also clearly see that these books were the start of my interest in computers and robotics. I still read the series several times a year.
Burgermeister: Don't you love it when you get a hamburger right? You know what I mean... you happen to balance the ketchup, mustard, H.P.Sauce, cheese, and onion perfectly. I'm surprised there isn't some blinding flash of light and trumpet blasts when you achieve condimentary alignment. Unfortunately, you only truly get the perfect symphony once or twice a year. Here it is, January 2nd, and I've already used one of them up. Banality TV. We all thought, or more probably hoped, that 2004 would mark the end of reality TV programs. Au contraire! I have it on good authority that they have only just begun.
No Big Brother - This would become a favourite of U.S. citizens if they didn't fear retribution for watching it. It follows the lives of 5 men and 5 women living in a country where the government isn't watching everything they do and say. We'll watch as they aren't subjected to illegal searches under the guise of the Patriot act. At one point one of them even goes into a library and signs out an atlas without ending up on an FBI most wanted list. Truly surrealistic! Life's Most Embarrassing Mobsters - Rather than wait for people to send in lame videos, we will stage elaborate incidents against innocent individuals. No candid camera here. Our team of criminals, extortionists and mobsters know how to make the charges stick. In the first episode we'll watch as a Grandmother who volunteers at a soup kitchen is entangled in a complex drug trafficking and murder for hire ring. Boy, will her face be red when she ends up on death row! Survivor Backwoods America - Two teams of four are abandoned in hillbilly country. One memorable scene starts out reminiscent of a previous Survivor series. The team, broken and starving, hear pained wild boar noises coming from the bushes. Is it food at last? No. Afraid not. Squeal like a pig, Bobby! SQUEEEEEEAL like a pig! Geeknote: The Stardust flyby was successful! Now it just has to release the return capsule. My name (Alan P. Hunt) is on board that probe, too. Cool. Back to Shouting into the Void main page: http://fracture98.blogspot.com/ There's more where that came from. Check out the archives! |
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