Pretty awesome stuff. Found on this guy’s tumblr. Go thank him.
In other news, I’m done with yet another semester of college. Grades aren’t out until Tuesday, though (I think).
That, ladies and gentlemen, brings about the end of yet another totally random blog post. In the near future, I might be making more “random” entries of stuff I’ve found whilst browsing our lovely Interbutts.
EDIT: WordPress is making me trip balls, man. I most certainly did not apply the “College Sucks” category to this post when I published it. I only checked the box next to “Flowing Tubes”. I come back, and there it is! Mocking me from it’s snug location in the “From the ____ Department” portion of my blog entry. However, perhaps since I mentioned being done with college it automatically added it? I don’t know, and it’s certainly too late at night (too early in the morning?) to ponder the ramifications of WordPress’s pseudo-AI. For now, I leave you be, WP-9000.
Some people have waaaaay too much time on their hands, but that doesn’t mean I can appreciate their output. Take this for example:
Over at CoolStuff, they have the full description:
Created by Hertfordshire, United Kingdom-based sculptors and CNC/rapid-prototyping masters Morpheus, this wooden WALL-E sculpture is a limited edition of one. Commissioned by Disney as a gift for Pixar/Disney chief creative officer John Lasseter. Look at the extreme detailing in the photo below.
Hey Internet. It’s been a while since you’ve heard from me, huh? I don’t really have a good reason other than laziness, so I’m not going to bore you with the details. School’s been going pretty well. Classes are boring. Doing lots of things with friends is not. In fact, it’s quite awesome. I’m going to two amazing concerts in the coming few days, and if I’m not extremely lazy, then expect some posts about those.
But that is not the subject of this post.
<- This man is. If you don't recognize the face, it is that of Jack Thompson, Attorney at Law; activist against violent video games.
Until today, that is. As of today, he is Jack Thompson, crazy person. In thirty days, he will no longer a member of the Florida Bar Association, as the Florida Supreme Court has ruled him to be disbarred. He has the thirty days to deal with any current clients, and there is a chance for a re-trial, but in order for that to happen, a member in good standing with the Florida Bar Association has to submit the case. And let’s be honest: there’s not many people who want to risk their careers on Jack Thompson.
Oh, did I mention he’s crazy:
The timing of this disbarment transparently reveals its motivation: This past Friday Thompson filed a federal civil rights action against The Bar, the Supreme Court, and all seven of its Justices. This rush to disbarment is in retribution for the filing of that federal suit. With enemies this foolish, Thompson needs only the loyal friends he has.
I’m stealing this from SonicvanaJr’s blog.
President Bush said yesterday that he gave up golfing in 2003 “in solidarity” with the families of soldiers who were dying in Iraq, concluding that it was “just not worth it anymore” to play the sport in a time of war.
“I don’t want some mom whose son may have recently died to see the commander in chief playing golf,” Bush said in a White House interview with the Politico. “I feel I owe it to the families to be as — to be in solidarity as best as I can with them. And I think playing golf during a war just sends the wrong signal.”
Other than that lol-factor, I think the best quote from that article is this:
But [Presidential Historian Robert] Dallek, who is critical of the current president’s legacy, said Bush’s remarks about Iraq “speak to his shallowness.” Dallek added: “That’s his idea of sacrifice, to give up golf?”
Yup. Giving up golf is such a huge sacrifice. No wonder this country is in such good hands. :|
Read more at The Washington Post.
Hey guys, galador here! Remember that “guest writer” I mentioned… once? twice? Yeah, nobody really cares. Well, HERE HE IS! Finally, after many days of set-backs, I have my first guest writer up in hur. “Who is it ?” you may ask. It’s none other than my good friend Jason, AKA Nofirefrog. So, without further babel from me… *ahem* I mean… without further adieu, here’s the first of (possibly) many guest articles with… whatever he made up.
Thanks for the kind introduction. I’ll keep this short since I’m not much of a writer, and you guys have yet to prove you can read. ( <_< ). For my first official blog-post-thing I think I’ll tred some very fairly familiar grounds to the blog readers out there. I’m going to bitch.
Here goes: You know what pisses me off? No, you don’t. But you’ll know soon enough. It’s those assholes who steal people’s shoes from crowd surfers at shows/concerts. That’s not cool. I realize that if the people (the crowd surfers) didn’t ask to be hoisted into a crowd of strangers (the crowd) trying to ride them to wherever the hell they think they’re going to go (a.k.a. crowd surfing) then this (shoe stealing) wouldn’t be a problem, but what the hell is the point of taking someone’s shoe. Yes, shoe. Singular. Only one. Which renders it “value-less”.
So what do they with this solitary piece of footwear? Why, the only logical thing to do with a shoe: throw it into the crowd; which just so happens to be another thing that pisses me off… Why the hell are you people throwing shit? I’m tired of the beer shower that is an outdoor concert these days. Just the thought of it makes me pretty angry. So much so I’m going to be super anti-climactic and end this right now.
Thanks for the soapbox, galador.
Hey, hey, hey! Fat Albert here wi… wait. I’m not Fat Albert!
But I do have an important announcement to make. Some of my friends are making public a new PHP-based news manager called (somewhat blandly, I’ll admit >_>) PHP News System (or PHPns for short). It’s pretty sweet.
Of course, you can always get more info at the Project Homepage.
Check it out, d00d.
This is just too cool. Someone setup two Tesla coils to play the theme from Super Mario Brothers.
From the description on the YouTube page:
Twin Solid State Musical Tesla coils playing Mario Bros theme song at the 2007 Lightning on the Lawn Teslathon sponsored by DC Cox (Resonance Research Corp) in Baraboo WI.
The music that you hear is coming from the sparks that these two identical high power solid state Tesla coils are generating. There are no speakers involved. The Tesla coils stand 7 feet tall and are each capable of putting out over 12 foot of spark. They are spaced about 18 feet apart. The coils are controlled over a fiber optic link by a single laptop computer. Each coil is assigned to a midi channel which it responds to by playing notes that are programed into the computer software. These coils were constructed by Steve Ward and Jeff Larson. Video was captured by Terry Blake. What is not obvious is how loud the coils are. They are well over 110dB.
Though I didn’t use it myself, a lot of my friends swore by http://www.tv-links.co.uk/. It was a site that compiled a listing of many sources for Television shows and movies from around the weberchats. The key thing was that it did not specifically host any of the files available, just provided links to them.
“Sites such as TV Links contribute to and profit from copyright infringement by identifying, posting, organizing, and indexing links to infringing content found on the internet that users can then view on demand by visiting these illegal sites,” said a spokesman for Federation Against Copyright Theft (FACT) today.
“The theft and distribution of films harms the livelihoods of those working in the UK film industry and in ancillary industries, as well as damaging the economy,” said FACT’s director general Kieron Sharp.
Strangely enough, this was done in the guise of “cutting down on piracy.” Why not go to the actual pirates then, instead of a lowly middleman? Doesn’t particularly make sense to me.
First some background. For those of you who’ve yet to figure it out, Nofirefrog (Of HIH fame), who posts comments on this site under the “pseudonym” of Jason, and I go to the same college. Since he lives in some skanky Freshman dorm (that’s what he gets for transferring from LaTech), he’s often over at my apartment doing… stuff. (Usually clogging up my tubes with his
pr0n Mythica downloads or XBL. As such, he has access to my computer.
Secondly, I’m a moderator over at High Impact Halo, so I randomly get messages on AIM (AIM seems to be the one most used, as you can send a message over the chatterwebz without the need for the recipient confirming you as a friend) asking something like, “Hey could you close this thread?” or “Hay, WTF wuz mah 7r3@d cl0zed, dud?” You brighter readers out there may see where this is going…
As I’m infamous for leaving my Trillian open, Jason has been known to respond to them for me (although, I’m usually always around, doing homework or shit). One particular time lead to extreme lulz, which shall be recounted here.
This first part was when he was talking to the person on the other end. I was standing behind him giving “suggestions” to increase the lulz factor:
Him: im the kid whos topic you locked
Him: how old is that?
Me: ZuP created his thread on the 29th of November
Him: oo ok
Him: well did you figure out why its like that?
Him: and how did u get to be a moderator?
Me: Server side error on the former quest
Me: 1337 h4x and magic on the latter
Me: Man, my typing is terrible today, it’s as though I’m not myself
Him: how did u get to be a mod
Me: Dude, I don’t cheat
Him: wow, moderator
Me: yeah, I know.. hence, yes hence, the smile
Him: i no i no
Me: I yes I yes
Him: holy shit dude lolz
Me: I’m quite funny
Him: will u register on my forum?
Me: want me to be honest?
Me: brutally honest
Him: u wont register
Him: yea ok
Me: No, I’ll register, but that’d be the last time I ever visit
Me: most likely
Him: lol y
Me: Hell dude, I barely remember to check HIH
Me: or am I?
Him: how can i get my site to look better?
Me: I don’t really do site design
Me: I’m not good at those kinds of things
Me: shit, my socks don’t even match
Me: wait, no
Me: they do
Me: do you require any more of my services
Me: but seriously, I didn’t set out to become a mod, I just kind of got picked
Me: I guess I did something right
Me: Good day, Sir
Me: I told you I don’t mod… I don’t know about this terminology…. crazy kids
Him: wtf, r u rlly 19?
Me: Dude, I don’t even see a single word in that “statement”
Me: ‘you’re using numbers and shit’
Him: lol omg wtf h4x mb?
Me: seriously, you better not be hacking my megahurtz
Me: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!
Him: mega hurts
Me: leprachauns on lemurs?
Me: Larry of Lithuania?
Me: Like Ovulllary Libel?
Me: “lol”… what does it mean?
Him: u really dont know?
Me: I told you, I don’t cheat/mod/hack
Him: laugh out loud.
Me: You’re joshing me
Me: straight up
Him: \stop fucking with me
Me: Wait, what?
Me: there is no sexual innuendo here, friend
Him: your messing with my head LOL
Me: Llama… it’s spelled llama
Him: Laughing my ass off…
Me: why would you want to do?
Me: how do you poop?
Him: do what?
Him: Out my mouth
Me: is that, like a metaphor or something?
Him: i dont have an ass man
Him: Its a long story
Me: let me guess, you “laughed” it off?
Him: morel ike a 3 hour long giggle
Me: how did you breathe?
Me: Like, inhaling is important
Me: very important
Him: out my….ears
Me: now, it is you who is the one to be “fucking” with me
Him: No I dont fuck men
Me: Um, ok…. I didn’t bring up the “fuck” talk
Me: its you kids that always talk about “stick it in the pooper…”
Me: you’re weirding me out
Him: LOL wow
Me: I’m no longer comfortable with this converstation
Me: you realize I was just kidding… right?
Me: just messing around with you
Me: This isn’t even galador
Me: I’m just that pro
Me: n00bs and their open programs
Me: fuck, I need to go…
Me: he’s coming
Me: shit, shit
Me: What the hell am I to do?
Me: I hope there isn’t a keygen
Me: quick, where does trillian normally save logs
Me: I need to get rid of this
Me: fuyck, shit
Him: fucking wow
Me: Oh damn
Me: dude, you never talked to me
Me: he will so kick my ass
Me: thanks man
Me: I owe you
At this point, Jason stepped away from the computer, and I actually took over typing. The dramatic end to our prank come hence:
Me: Hey, what’s up?
Me: How may I help you?
Him: who is this
Him: LOL, how did u become a mod?
Me: … galador
Me: I do hope you AIM’d me for a reason
Him: but nvm
Him: i was just talking to some other dude on this aim
Him: so im confuesd
Me: … WHAT?!?
Me: What did he say…
Him: well, where u the 1 being a smartass? and saying.. I dont know what LOL means?
Me: No, man. I just got back from a meeting with a study group
Me: Was that asshole on my AIM again?
Him: ur bro?
Me: No, my roomate…
Me: Soon to be ex-roomate… I’m going to kill his ass
Him: NO DONT
Him: he said not to tell ne 1 i talked to him
Him: I thought it was u messign with me and testing me
Him: but i really had to know
Me: Kill him in a metaphorical sense, of course.
Me: He told you not ot say anything?
Me: That sonuvabitch
Him: dont kill him
Me: Anyways. You needed something?
Him: just wondering why u locked my topic
Him: Now I know though
Him: so yea
Me: Allright, then.
Me: Glad I could… Help?
Him: lol pm pm
Him: thanks and
Him: dont kill ur roomate
Me: Alright. Later, man.
Fairly epic, eh? ;)