A California company called Evolution Robotics recently unveiled their new security robot at the Consumer Electronics Show, which looks for all the world like a Dalek from Dr Who. I'm very frightened.
Actual robot in production in California
Merciless killing machines from the planet Skaro
| News Story on MSN | Official site for the gadget | More info on Daleks |
From a spam I just received in my email..
According To The F.B.I.
1 MURDER occurs every 24 minutes
1 ROBBERY every 54 seconds
1 ASSAULT every 29 seconds
1 MISSING CHILD every 24 seconds
1 AUTO THEFT every 21 seconds
1 LARCENY every 4 seconds
I say we find that guy and stop him!
Hi! I'm sick as a dog. Provided that the dog in question is very sick.
I caught a stomach virus thing which had been going around my family. I thought I was off the hook since both my mom and sister got over it a few days ago, but evidently not. I really hate vomiting. I don't know how those bulimic types can stand doing it over and over, on purpose. Maybe their lack of intelligence somehow grants them a stamina bonus.
At any rate, my apologies go out to anyone who hung around with me recently who comes down with a case of acute egestion.
As always happens when I'm ill, I had one of the freakiest dreams last night I've had in a long time, to the point where it's still bothering me. But it wasn't nearly as freaky as throwing up after my only breakfast had been a bottle of that bright pinkish-orange V8 Splash stuff.
Anyway, the arcade is officially closed. It just so happens that yesterday was the final day for the joint. When I called my district manager explaining that I've come down with a stomach virus and asking to send a replacement, I stressed the fact that I wasn't simply freaking out because the place was closing. Anyway, I still have a job with the company as soon as this bug runs its course. However, it's a job I held some time ago, and am not looking forward to going back to. I need to find other work ASAP.
A plus side to all of this.. I'm finally getting up to the really hard parts of Metal Gear Solid 2! Woo!
Quizzes abound. Lots of "Lord of the Rings" ones.
Music - the Electronica channel
Mood - resting
There's nothing like being several years late on an Internet bandwagon. I just figured out my Geek Code.
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Click here
to decode it.
Note to everyone I know - I hate bowling alleys. Nothing will change that, no matter with whom I go. Please stop inviting me.
Good, that's out of the way...
Yesterday, Grey asked me an interesting question...
If you knew when and how you will die, how would you change the way you live?
I gave it a moment's thought, and replied that I wouldn't change a thing. I hope this doesn't sound pretentious or anything, but I try to make all my choices in the best way that I can. Every decision I make is exactly the best way I can think of to accomplish whatever I need to at that point. I can safely say that whether I die right now or 90 years from now, I can look back on the past several years and say that I did the best I could.
Grey then explained that she was thinking about that whole "Bible Code" thing, and how it claims we're all going to die in 2006 or so. Although I don't follow it religiously, I agree that the Bible is an interesting read. As for that "Bible Code" jazz, I just take it as another case of peoples' ability to force themselves to find patterns in things. You can hunt and peck for the right letters throughout the bible and find anything you want, same as any other good-sized work of literature. And something like the Bible, which has been through countless - countless - reiterations, translations, and altering by those in charge over the centuries, and it's extremely unlikely that the Bible you stole from a motel room last week bears all that much of a resemblance to the Bible they were swapping around on scrolls millennia ago. Even if they wanted to encode something in the original Bible, I really don't see a way that can still be decodable today. Bible scholars today are working from the theological equivalent of a 20th generation xeroxed office memo, faxed across the world on a staticky line, had some work done with white-out and crayons, then copied a few more generations on a 1970s-era mimeograph machine.
Oh well. In 2006, while we're all busy not dying in a nuclear holocaust, the dividends from the investments the authors of that "Bible Code" book made from the pantloads of money the book made them will be ripe for cashing out.
In other news, I've got some new web quiz results. Also, I received the most interesting journal comment..
Comment by Josh Ramsay - January 19, 2003 - 2:54 AM
penis
Also, I don't care for Wesley Crusher, but I like Wil Wheaton.
My dental work is finally complete. Yay.
A superhero called Terrifica stalks the nighttime streets of Manhattan, rescuing drunk women from those who would take advantage of them. Is it just me, or is this the coolest news story ever? I love New York!
Here's a listing of the cast of that seminal after-school special "Cartoon All Stars to the Rescue: STOP DIGIMON!" As everyone knows, this cartoon broke records for having the largest voice cast in history, so many entries are missing. Feel free to use the site's "add credit" function to add some more. (Note for the brain-impaired: this is a gag)
Speaking of cartoons, check out the adventures of Little Goth Girl and the Robot!
Phonelosers.net is back up! Woo! Now, to get through the 800 or so emails which have backed up in my phonelosers.net email account. If you emailed me at phonelosers.net in the last month or so and I haven't responded, you may have been mass-deleted, so please feel free to resend.
To everyone who emailed asking whether the story about the crows is true; Yes, it is.
They started removing machines from the arcade today. It struck me that I actually will miss the crappy place when it's gone. I met or re-met my best friends there. I also met some of the other people who indirectly entertain me most. And, there's always the fact that I basically got paid for sitting around and reading a book for 6-12 hours a day.
Oh, well. The past is the past, save for routine time warping. Excelsior! The future is just waiting for me to grab it by the chest hair and scream ICP lyrics in its face!
Whatever happens, I'll make the best of it, and enjoy the ride.
Just saw "Catch Me if You Can." Speaking as someone who's idolized Frank Abagnale since reading his book at the age of nine or ten, I'm surprised at how he pronounces his name. I've been reading it as "Ab-ag-nah-lee" all these years. Turns out, he pronounces it "Ab-ag-nail." Go fig. But, although heavily fictionalized and compressed, the movie does Abagnale's book justice. I recommend it to any budding social engineer too lazy to read the book. And it was fun to see the real Abagnale make a cameo in the picture, as a French police officer arresting himself.
In other news, here's a completely true story. A couple of my trees, and those of my neighbors, contain crows' nests. The bird kind, not the pirate kind. I've always liked watching them.
Anyhow, a complete stranger knocked on my door around 9AM the other day, to alert me and mine to the crowds - crowds - of crows in a frenzy on our front lawn. Apparently, a lone seagull had tried to steal some food or something from one of the crows' nests, and suddenly, every blessed one of the neighborhood crows took on this one seagull.
Hundreds of crows tore the gull apart on my front lawn. When they were through, there was nothing of the gull left.
I think there's a lesson here for everyone.
If nothing else, I've learned that the dear crows share my views on taking care of your own. And there is nothing to fear when your friends have your back.
Enough of that malarkey. Go write something on an LED sign in Manitoba, Canada.
Still no news on the job. Rumor has it the boss is trying to wheel and deal his way into another location within the mall, but nobody tells me anything. I'm only the dang manager, for heaven's sake...
Anyway, here are some more photos from B9punk's party after the January 2600 meeting, courtesy of Wolfgame.
A couple of links gleaned from my dear beloved b3ta...
Spot the Giference is a new pop quiz for graphics geeks. Look at a series of adorable kittens and see if you can tell the GIFs from the JPEGs. It's harder than you might think!
Ever wonder what happens when you nuke a CD in the microwave?
G'night!
Five girls, maybe Junior High school age, entered the arcade today. They were all sucking on pacifiers.
Pacifiers. Real ones. For babies.
I asked Joey, a regular hanger-outer in the place, "Am I on crack, or do those girls have binkys in their mouths?" One of the girls heard me, and proudly brandished hers. "It's a pacifier!" she proclaims.
"...why?" I ask.
"It's a new fashion," she replies.
"That's.. really stupid," I declare, in my smiley polite customer service manner. "But at least they're the kind with holes, so you won't choke on them."
I have no clue who started this latest apology for a fad, but I suspect it might be the same guy who got girls to wear words like "hottie" printed across their rear ends, and those jeans with the amusing white spots on the rear which make it look like the wearer sat in a puddle of bleach.
As with every other idiotic fashion which strikes the public, I'm all for it. Large amounts of people looking the same flavor of stupid help make life worth living for those of us who get the joke! cf. males with bleached hair (just in the front Ricky Martin style for bonus fun,) bell bottoms, neckties without collars, and the mullet.
Ah yes.. the mullet. Mullets seem to be making a comeback. Thankfully, it's mostly on the heads of the same sort of flannel-wearing, beer-swilling human gerbils who had them the first time around. Do you think these people know that it's physically impossible to look "badass" with a mullet? It's reminiscent of the old sideshow freaks. One really hopes they aren't cognizant of how bad they've got it, for pity's sake, but that doesn't stop one from staring and insensitively chuckling.
Speaking of hairstyles, a friend of mine wants to cut her hair into bangs. I personally feel that a grown woman wearing long hair and bangs resembles either an unusually developed nine-year-old girl, or a deranged Bettie Page wannabe. And the only woman who could pull off the deranged Bettie Page look was the real Bettie Page.
But if she really wants to cut her hair like that, she should go right ahead. I reserve the right to be amused, even though I may sensitively hide the fact. What's funny is the fact that the last guy who told her he liked her in bangs was a flannel-wearing human gerbil with a mullet.
Mood - tired
Music - Inkubus Sukkubus - Goblin's Jig
