Thursday, March 30, 2006
Behold the "Robo-snakes": Let all your toilet lids be kept closed.
Korea is pushing forward with their plans to create a wirelessly networked robot army - sure, it looks all nice, but when Skynet calls, it's door answering and media playing skills may turn deadly (like if it played country music - that would suck!).
Robots in disguise (more than meets the eye)! Shouldn't we know by now that the only good robots are 4 million year old cars and trucks? Insects, boomboxes, planes, and guns are clearly going to be evil.
Finally, in some good news - we are at least trying to pit the robots against one another. Perhaps they will fight and weaken each other to such an extent that their final victory will not take place in my lifetime (and after that, who really cares? Not me!).
Saturday, March 25, 2006
There is something special about college friends. I've laughed so much that my stomach hurts, but I keep on laughing. We haven't done anything that should be that great (played video games and watched movies and went out to eat), but the company and the jokes and the memories have been amazing. These are people that have seen me at my stupidest and they still like me (they made fun of me for being stupid, but that's fine).
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Awake: 3:30am (this is too early in case you were curious)
Drive to Little Rock
Fly to Phoenix
Fly to Portland
Ride from Portland to Salem with Tim's mom: she's a very talkative lady, which is good since I was tired and didn't have too may coherant words left. We had a wide ranging conversation . . . yeah . . .
"Lunch" with Tim and the Mother - mmmmm the only meal I ate all day
McMenamin's (sp?) - they are awesome, and seemingly everywhere here. This one was a converted old house from the 20's.
Summit - I got to hang out with the Cascade Hills crew at Summit, which was cool - we talked about "The Village"
Sleep: 12:00am PST (2:00am my body's time).
Pictures later - breakfast now.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Ok, so I'm checking out the NCAA tournament scores on ol' ESPN.com and something catches my eye - do you see it?
Here, I'll highlight it for you.
Yup, that's right, Jesus helped him make the shot.
So now I'm curious and I check the boxscore to see who is named Jesus - the first time through I don't spot anyone. I'm looking at all the last names and no one is named Jesus - uh . . .
Then I find this guy who has the first name, Jesus (he's from Venezuela so it's cool). Mystery solved - except everyone else has their last name used or both their first and last name used, but not Jesus. So some ESPN writer thought it would be funny (and it is) to have the line "assisted by Jesus" show up on the Information-Super-Inter-Web-Way.
Mr. Stat-Typer-Man, we salute you.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
No joke, scientists have discovered a furry lobster - a freakin' furry lobster. What the . . . ?
And get this they named it after "Kiwa, the goddess of crustaceans in Polynesian mythology." Who has a goddess of crustaceans? How do they merit their own divinity? When you show up for deity duty and you get the crustaceans, that's gotta be a crappy day. I mean, sure, they can do your bidding and all, but they are so all around tasty - how could you not just snack away all of your worshipers? Mmmmmm with some garlic-butter . . .
Monday, March 13, 2006
In the mean time, I think that we should all celebrate the wonderful time that is March Madness - set up your team and take me on. It really doesn't matter if you know anything about college basketball, and it only takes 5 minutes to fill out a bracket. C'mon, everyone's doing it. You know you want to. Go ahead, click here. I dare you to just click, if you can.
Update: The "polls" are closed - good luck.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
I don't want to leave you stranded with nothing to do in my absence, so here are some options:
- Join this great conversation about the existence of God and suffering.
- Join this great conversation about unity and diversity in the church.
- Have a free sub from Quiznos (BOGOF)
- Make a purchase from Woot.com
- Make a postcard and send it to Postsecret
Just don't be too sad without me here to tell you about the robots - they will still be plotting for your demise and I will still be lurking around (trying to keep my brain from total information overload meltdown).