Experimenter Design

Okay, I've almost got everything ready.
Almost.
Everything.

HyperLinks

Do you remember back when a search for links would net you conversations about golf? Neither do, because that's just freakin' insane. I mean, they already televise golf, that is provide the parts of the golf experience that nobody playing the game gets - birdies, huge crowds, flying around in the sky after the ball. Not that you could really call it a ball. Sure it's round and all, but it's not a plaything. It's been designed to be smacked with a piece of metal at the end of a stick. And I know that a piece of metal at the end of a stick is a crude hammer or an HP Pavillion laptop which I just ordered and you hit crude hammers against crude nails, or possibly screws you don't like or wooden bits of dowel that resemble bolts more than nails. So a golf ball is not a ball at all, it's a nail. Just like how everyone knows a koala isn't a ball at all, it's a bear. Now that the internet has brought us video games, we can play golf in the comfort of our lounge rooms using nothing more than the hands Gargamel gave us to direct opera and download pr0n (same thing) with. I mean the only thing golf has going for it is the walk outside. The rest is all skill and practice. Just like Quake 3. *Twich* Boom! Headshot!
I found cool stuff to share and in that cool stuff I found the mote of the beginning of an idea and that idea is the core of a desire and that desire... Sorry, that was going nowhere. No wait! It was! It was going to me wanting to watch this movie! Yeah! And the name of that move was "MIND GAME" Seriously weird. Worth real player alternative.
This was from THIS where I found this and this. This, the former, is the Khronos Project and gets cool points just for the name and for being killed by Teal'c. This, the latter, other, remaining, is a project with 'the concept of sucking'. The only problem with this is that the demo doesn't demo a removeable, hygenice way to play. I like technology with Hep-C.

YAY.

Acid is going well. Floor is dark brown. Now for the plastics.

Also MOVEMBER is done with. I get this feeling Felicity is happy with the loss of my mo'. I got that feeling earlier because at any time during Movember she could tell you exactly how many days and hours left until I could shave again.

Sorry about the lack of photos during the month (no animated time-lapse) but here are the results. it's truly Awsum.

Can you see it? It's nearly a month old! Strangely, I thought it was pretty decent.

All hail. All will bow before me. I can wait.

One, one, one for my patchy and two two two for my lop-sideness...(obscure)

The all seen eye. I love mistypes. I am an Integer.

That's it for now. Next week - animations!

Eggoogle

Eggogle is a word I made up! Just then! It!s ego browsing on google! Someone else has undoubtedly already blogged about this at length! They didn!t expect a thing when I leaped through their third-story bungalow and did battle with their stereo! I!m going to do this with only exclamation marks! If you do an image search with my name in quotes you get me and The king of the cosmos! I'm still doing my assignment!

Mo, Seriously

I have decided to do a good thing this month. Well, not decided, just sort of stumbled into it. I am growing a mo' for Movember. Anyone remember the Goatee? - Sorry, I've just started listening to Goodness Gracious Me by Peter Sellers. Booboodibooboodiboo-uh-boom - Anyway, I wasn't going to join up, but I hadn't shaved since Halloween, so I left the Mo to scare Felicity. Then I forgot to shave before I went to work! Since I've already worn the worst I decided to sign up. Okay, If you're not familiar (with Movember) then here's the deal. I get to join a team and grow a Mo' starting for the whole month. I also get to bug everyone to donate money towards men's health. So, gimme money.
http://www.movember.com/au/sponsor
*Funny rant deleted mid-way through because it was getting too disgusting and I should be working on my project!!*
STATION!!!!

From Data Collection

Nearly missed 10 2!!

Wow. How about this for a score: 1 for 6, missed 7 entirely, 3 8s and 3 9s and nearly missed 10 too!
Here's a link y'all might like. Flashy Videoness with shouting funny. Today, I have finished my last assignment for my course. All that's left is to do the whole project in the next few days.
Also, I had this dream this morning where... actually the dream isn't important. But, in this dream I had this crappy yellow plastic survival kit that everyone was in awe of. Anyone remember Kull? Yes? Good. I forget it. But I remember the survival kit from this dream. It had binoculars, gps, a thermometer, watch and I think a knife, first-aid kit and water purification straw thing. Maybe night vision in the binoculars and a geiger counter would be good if you were living in Jericho. And a shotgun. No wait, that was the link.
Two hours left for me.

Trussed is a Must

I indulged in the juxtaposition of consumer electronic and commuting today. I can't quite get it to work. I'm not saying that I can't get the PSP to my work, I can do that. I'm not a complete moron.
I am, in fact, a half rapier wit. What I can't do is wear headphones while carrying the PSP in my pocket. Oh, I can put the headphones on, sit still and listen to music. I can feed the cables into my clothes to make it look like I know what I'm doing. But the cord slips down the neck of my shirt and when I look left it pulls the left earphone out. (of my ear, geesh) As I walk, the cables work their way downwards pulling the earphones out. The PSP bounces around in my pocket, but if I put it in my backpack I'm likely to strangle myself putting the back pack on, or yank the headphones out of the jack when I take it back off.
Finally, I have found something I suck at. I can't seem to get the remote to clip onto a convenient part of my clothing. Basically, I get set up in a particular mode with it's necessary trade-offs, then need to get undressed to reconfigure into a different mode, like sitting.
This can be a problem when getting onto a bus.
Two other things before I sleep. (well three and a link)
1) You sit down. You pick up the laptop, turn it on and settle to do important work. (read comics, write blog about comics) The laptop takes up all of the room on your lap, except the little bit between your torso and the front of the laptop. It's always there, even if your gut over hangs the thing. It is this gap that calls to cats. It calls them and says, "Free space for sleep."
Jasmine is currently in that gap, generating enough heat to power a small city. It an amazing spot that is always comfortable. Always. Even when you (as a cat) need to crane your neck at ninety degrees to fit against the armrest. I'd send photos, but Felicity is in evening hibernation.
2) Kill Bill was on tonight. On free-to-air TV. It was cut as much as the bad-guys.
Also, David Boreanaz is back on TV as Angel in CSI on a show called Bones. Which is about Vampires and the Wraith from Stargate Atlantis coming to an agreement about how to divide up the human race, which was embarrassing because I had friends over. Wait, that was a dream.
Link: (SFW)
Alsoalso, Jasmine has the same evening hibernation affliction as Felicity. Right now she (Jasmine) is sitting in the gap, crammed under the laptop, all feet together on one side sitting up and watching the screen. And she keeps nodding off.
It's cute.
She'd be asleep already if I could stop myself from laughing.

Wholey Cow

I Haven't posted in a long time. My feet are numb. We have curatins(blinds) in some of the rooms now. And we have an awsome camera, the cat rocks and zombies.

I have no head power to drive this thing. Still.
Brains.

More detail later.

Gee, Zues will $ave $ave $ave!!!

It's the first day of spring. Nothing is different to the last day of autumn, except an arbitrarily new phase of the year to be in. By the time I finish writing this, it will be spring everywhere south of the equator, except most of south america.
MODAL DIALOGS. If you are designing a user interface that lives in a windowing system, please find some way to get the users attention other than putting up a modal dialog that steals focus. I want my focus back.
My name is Racket Samurai, you stole my focus, repair the sky.
I had an awesome dream the other night with giant spiders, and an alien parasitic infestation and high-rise appartments. When the zombies come, I'm gonna go skiing.

I think there is a lesson in that for all of us. If you dream about worms crawling into your friends and turning them into mindless zombies who reign destruction* upon the earth and you wake up with a twitchy eye, go skiing.
Or to Japan. That would be cool.
I could train with the grand master, buy a new gi, travel on a rail system at hundreds of kilometres per hour and find out why the JSDF needs to recruit small boys to pilot giant robots against their will. I mean, Andrew would kill to pilot a giant robot and he's really good at it and has a badge and everything.
I wonder if Skyla will be piloting giant robots when she grows up. That's the kind of world I want to live in.
If you want to live in my kind of world, do something about it today. Complain to your friends that other countries are run by morons. Write a letter to your local shit-ball rolling popularity competition winner about how you should be getting government support because the gardener doesn't pay himself, you know. Line up at the supermarket and complain how much the government wants to run your life and point out how much anarchy is the solution.
You see, when the earth changes come and the mystery planet arrives heralding the arrival of peak oil society will crumble because the number of polygons video cards will render will not increase any more and all games made from then on will suck.

I've got to get this stuff out of my system more often. That left a burning sensation that is a little uncomfortable. Damn eye twitch.

*You know, when destruction is in charge. Like in that song. Do you think Zeus and Odin hung out together? Who had a better car? How did they play Doom before computers?

Mutationation!!

He is a very, very old animation I did of OPTUS PRIMUS. If you want cooler artwork of him, see the dude that designed him. Find his artstuff here.

Okay, this is truly awesome. And disturbing. Mutant Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. In Space.


And that now I have uploaded a 12mb video to google video and a 100kb video to youtube I can say that, without a shadow of a doubt, youtube shits all over google video. It's just so much faster you'd think that there was some other CONFOUNDING FACTOR.
IMPORTANT FACTS: I am up to stage 9 in DMC3. Stage 8 has the most awesomely sweet and corney intro. Dante gets swallowed by a giant flying demon-whale. And shoots his sword to make it go faster, then runs faster than the sword to catch it. And did I mention that he did all this while leaping off a demon tower?
It is 3:03AM. What the hell am I still doing awake?

Oh yeah, I'm busy rockin'
And looking at flights to Japan so that I might re-ninjafy myself.

Comment Bonanza!

So, here I am, writing something for 'the net'. This was just supposed to be me putting Andrew's Alsoalso! pic up and getting the hell to bed. But, what the hey, it's only 0215! (The bible hasn't even been written yet) However, I've found that my good, dear friend - tinypic is as slow as that guy in that movie...crap! time for sleep! =_= zZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Okay! Next day! Here's the pic!
I've also found that people have been writing comments! Awesome! I would have realised sooner had the 'comment notification' feature been better described. I thought it performed the useful function of sending an email to a specified address whenever someone submitted a comment for you to moderate. However, I am apparently criminally insane for such thinking and had to be restrained by two elephants and cheese producing goat. No, the 'comment notification' feature sends an email to a specified address to notify you that you have finished moderating the comment and accepting it for publication! Fantastic! Now if I can just get it to post a entry here bitching about the stupidity of this arrangement, then it would be the most useful function a megalomaniacal search company could offer!
Okay, so they're actually really nice!
And here's a link to Slaine's pic! Not that I think he takes credit for it, but just that he found it and posted it.
I'm going to go now and buy a gas canister! Because I'm hungry!

Time's Up!

Okay, time's up already, Time's up! Any less regular and this will descend into the moreass of being an ordinary static freaking webpage. I may as well be farnarcling around with css and site links if I update less often than this.
You might turn around and say, "OG! Man! You gotta chill! You can't expect to keep a blog up to date when your schedule is as tight and full as yours!" But I won't let myself fall into that trap.
I know I've got important engagements with the PM (arsekicking at 12:00) and important house appreciation activities such as "sit on the rainwater tank in the sun", "sleep until 11am" and "sit on the couch with the cat and do NOT A DAMNED THING for the afternoon" but I've just got to keep my finger out. I can't let myself come up with lame excuses to justify not blogging, ninjaneering, studying, rocking, working, commuting and playing DMC3.
So, to end the drought here's a post.
AND NOW A QUESTION FOR REGULAR VIEWERS.
What can I call a blog and the act of blogging that doesn't make me sound like a wanker?

"So Glen, any news on the house?"
"Yeah, you should look at the photo's on my blog"
"Oooh, lets synergise on the interweb!"
*SMACK!* "Sorry, didn't realise I started that"

Why does noone understand what I'm getting at? I think I make SOME sense.
But I guess this isn't the place for that.

NEXT UP: Sifting the toilets at the Gremlin Tea Party!

Driving Ms. Crazy

It's been done, I know. But here's the theory; First, bureaucracy is the waste product of a organisation. It's something that happens whenever groups of more than 5 get together to do one thing. You see, organisations, particularly large ones, don't tend to move around much physically, so, when they need to go, they need to go nearby. (Damn! That was a lot of commas! No more this post!) When organisations grow without moving around they stagnate. They build up a pile of steaming turd and mold it into chair for management to sit in. If you've worked in management you'll know it's not good to stay in one spot for a long time. This is because the chair will stick and warm up to your body temperature. Then you'll be so comfortable you won't want to move and you'll grow to love your bureaucratic chair. You'll love it and lord it all over the people working there. They're below you. (nearly lost out to the comma's siren song)

So you'll walk around waggling your bureaucracy at your cowworkers and trade beauraucratic tips and drink lattes and bitch about slackers or people wearing t-shirts.

But you'll forget you're carrying around a pile of shit molded to your arse.

The second point was anarchy. As I was avoiding the psychos and card carrying members of the distracted idiot and can't drive society (DICDS - It didn't turn out. Big deal.) on my way home I was thinking. Thinking that the turd carrying handshaking media hugging club get to decide what rules we drive by. (I'd like to drive-by...) Thinking that society's collective faeces gets rolled into balls and hoarded by egomaniacal grin-shake-and-bitch elected members. Then they argue about their balls and try to make sure that everyone sees their balls and in doing so get suck up to people carrying chairs of molded turds on their arses and laws are made.

What if that got blown apart by some amazing experiment? What if an awesome government got into power and decided to give the power back to the people - to share the shit around.

What I'm talking about is road rules. Let's throw them all away and let everyone drive anyway they want. Anarchy. It'll be fun. Just think how many people will catch the train!

Okay. People will die if we do that. We need to people to act responsibly. So we give them the responsibilty. We can't codify common sense and we can't write rules for everyone that take into account all possible contexts. What difference is 15 kmph going to make when driving on the expressway in clear weather? A lot if people are behaving like idiots.

So we take away the rules and give back responsibility. Police will be given powers to revoke licenses. On the spot. People driving dangerously will be criminally charged with endangering lives - subject to the judgment of the traffic police. Extra cops will be deputised and complaints will be followed up as for a criminal investigation. If you agree to take the responsibility to throw around massive amounts child-smashing of momentum you are responsible for all the subsequent flesh-metal violence that can ensue if you don't think it needs to be taken seriously.

It'll work. But everyone in Adelaide will die.

Finally, It's devil's day tomorrow, so I'm wearing black. (Did you pick them?)

Also, I want comments. I put the expanding comments javascript on and it looks silly if they are none. Alsoalso, I want picture inspired by this inspired rant. Nothing rude.
(alsoalso is a new word)