Tuesday, March 28, 2006
TOO MANY COOKS
2 QUIET
Saturday, March 25, 2006
FALCON DOWN
Thursday, March 23, 2006
SCOOPED
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
ALL YOUR DOG ARE BELONG TO US*
This Popular Science article about “BigDog,” a U.S. Army sponsored, Sherpa-style robot built to accompany soldiers on patrol carrying several hundred pounds of gear is neat. The accompanying video, through, is outrageously cool. You’d think you’re watching some crazy Blue Man Group sketch or something. The legs on this beastie are uncannily human.
*Play on the All Your Base Are Belong To Us internet phenomenon, circa 2001-2002
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
QUICK NOTE
Friday, March 17, 2006
FORTUNATE CIRCUMSTANCE
Monday, March 13, 2006
WHAT OUR PARENTS KNEW
My father, OB”M, when he would sing to us as children, changed the ending to the song “There was an old lady who swallowed a fly.” Instead of “perhaps she’ll die,” he sang “Perhaps she’ll get sick!” which seemed perfectly natural to me and my siblings when we were little and perfectly hilarious when we got older. As it turns out, my wife’s mother did something similar with “It’s raining, it’s pouring.” Instead of “he went to bed and bumped his head and couldn’t get up in the morning” she sang “he got up late in the morning.” Which I just used as further proof that Lorraine and I were truly meant for each other…
Monday, February 27, 2006
OOH! LET'S WHISPER!
Because that’s what passes for being romantic these days. (At least according to the Bachelor/ette.)
FUNNY: If Microsoft designed the box the iPod came in. (Hat tip: Ned)
Sunday, February 26, 2006
WHAT KIND ARE YOU?
When I break apart a pair of chopsticks I rub together the ends that were attached. Those are the ends that have splinters that can embed in my palm as I eat my food. My wife, on the other hand, sands the eating ends. She claims that it reduces her chance of eating wood. Despite this onerous disagreement, we manage to get along and inhabit the same space amicably. Last night, as we were watching In Her Shoes, Mark Feuerstein’s character broke open a pair of chopsticks and promptly began sanding my way. Triumphantly, I turned to my wife and proclaimed something along the lines of: “Hah!” Fittingly, the very next shot had Toni Collette’s character break open her pair of chopsticks, turn them around, and sand them as my wife would. The debate rages on.
GAY RODEO: I just watched the episode of King of the Hill, “My Own Private Rodeo” where Dale reconciles with his father, Bug, the star of the gay rodeo. Has to be one of the all-time great KOTH episodes, up there with “Aisle 8A.”
OVERHEARD: Heidi Klum’s guest character on Spin City: “We have a saying in Germany: Better to have loved and lost than to engage in a land war with Russia in the winter.”
Thursday, February 09, 2006
LAST CARTOONGATE POST, I PROMISE
Friday, February 03, 2006
NEWS FLASH: FRENCH SHOW SPINE
I must not draw Muhammed. Read Andrew’s previous post to see the depths of hypocrisy regarding this issue.
PALESTINIAN ELECTION IN RETROSPECT: Taheri, I believe, gets it right.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
RSS AS A SYSTEM SERVICE
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
NEW BROWSER ON THE BLOCK
The Internet Explorer 7 public beta has been released. First impressions? Slick, though slower than IE6 on equivalent hardware (although that may be due to debug code.) Mainly I see it as a catch-up play to the current browser king, Firefox. Actually, surprising how many Firefox features have been incorporated into IE7.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
STOP THE PRESSES!
PALESTINIAN ELECTIONS
While I’m no fan of Hamas, I can certainly understand why they did so well in the Palestinian election. Fatah (the current ruling party) is its own worst enemy. At best inept and at worst (more likely) a criminal enterprise that would make Tony Soprano blush, Fatah has does nothing for its constituents. While the same could be said of the Nazi party and Mussolini’s Fascists –hey, they did make the trains run on time- at least Hamas provides social services, doesn’t have the stink of corruption nor does it have the taint of running things further into the ground (amazingly even possible) that Arafat’s erstwhile party has.
So, here’s to hoping that there’s a silver lining to this dark cloud. It’s been said that nothing tempers a radical group like the requirement to actually govern. This maxim has proven to be patently untrue –as has every other political colloquialism- in the Middle East. Let’s hope (however futile) that the metaphorical Nixon can go to China on this one. (If that’s too obtuse for my readership, let me know & I’ll elaborate.)
UPDATE: This Jerusalem Post columnist makes many of the same points.
Monday, January 23, 2006
WITH HIS HANDS AND HIS FEET
SNL Digital shorts do it again! Young Chuck Norris. Sublimely ridiculous.
EAST COAST VS. WEST COAST: Lazy Monday.
SUBTEXT: Youtube rocks!
FECAL (AND OTHER) MATTERS
I’m not a regular viewer of the Daily Show. As of late my right-leaning tendencies have been at odds with Mr. Stewart’s regular lampooning of the current administration. It’s not that I disagree; I just don’t need to be reminded of our country’s political incompetencies on a regular basis. To be fair, his show is on Comedy Central and not, say, CNN, but my idjit-box time is limited and I’d rather watch pure escapist drivel such as My Name is Earl on the DVR than the quasi-news/comedy shows -no matter how funny or topical. But I digress, the point I started out making is that I’ve been flipping channels and catching Mr. Stewart interviewing –on separate occasions- Former CIA Director James Woolsey and, today, Former Administrator Paul Bremer. Both are pitching books (Funding Evil and My Year in Iraq, respectively.) Both were engaging, witty and enjoyed an excellent rapport with Mr. Stewart. I was impressed by the level of the dialogue and only wished the interviews lasted longer. Way longer.
SIDEBAR: Why can’t my upstairs neighbor get a handle on the physics of toilet use? I’m getting tired of –literally- cleaning up his crap.
NON SEQUITUR: Teller, of Penn and Teller, on an encounter with a Dolphin. (Hat tip: Ned)
