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BlogSchmogWe live as if the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be.Last Build Date: Mon, 08 Feb 2010 22:27:10 +0000
Snowman in Hell Mon, 08 Feb 2010 22:26:15 +0000 When Carter turned 10 last month, he got the complete collection of Calvin & Hobbes comics for this birthday. It shows in his work.
Corporatation for Congress Fri, 05 Feb 2010 04:55:33 +0000 I would love Murray Hill's idea more if it were a serious attempted to challenge the recent Supreme Court ruling about freedom of speech for corporations.
Gifts Accepted Thu, 28 Jan 2010 22:07:07 +0000 Giving a gift says, "hey- I thought of you when you weren't here- you stay in my heart."
The Risk of Losing Sun, 24 Jan 2010 20:00:32 +0000 If the Colts beat the Jets, they would become one of just a handful of clubs to ever close the regular season 0-2 and still play in the Super Bowl. Should they lose, can we finally rethink the conventional wisdom of "meaningless" games?
Boys, girls, science and marketing. Thu, 21 Jan 2010 22:22:00 +0000 There's no surprise that we're not raising girls who think dangerous science could be fun- we're too busy telling them cleaning is fun.
Goals for 2010 Tue, 05 Jan 2010 14:51:23 +0000 I've been at this crap a long time. 2010 is time for some focus and serenity.
Resolutions Fri, 01 Jan 2010 20:54:18 +0000 Today is officially my first "run" back to having an uncluttered life. It is just a beginning. 15 miles seems impossible, but I plan on jumping in for as much as I can handle until I can handle more.
The Colts Were Wrong Fri, 01 Jan 2010 19:31:45 +0000 Last weekend's game was not meaningless. Playing for history should be so easily dismissed, but there also isn't much support for the contention that resting starters will earn titles. This is a big mistake the organization can never take back.
Raising a Girl Part 1-A: Response (Rated R for Language) Wed, 23 Dec 2009 21:47:37 +0000 Mom- do not google. In fact stop reading now- there's cussing.
Raising a girl Part One: VPILF and Princesses Mon, 21 Dec 2009 15:38:39 +0000 I'm sure the hormones of early pregnancy played into my reaction- the fact that one of Kevin's grad school buddies was tweeting about a VPILF probably didn't warrant tears- but the tears came anyway, accompanied by dagger glares to Kevin for being male and already knowing what VPILF meant.
Chapter Twenty-Three: The Sultan of Space Tue, 01 Dec 2009 02:31:37 +0000 I ran to the control room and said for Alabaster to gun it and get us out of here as fast as he could. With that, we took off into space and, as it turns out, that's where we'd be for a long, long time.
Chapter Twenty-Two: Vital Signs Tue, 01 Dec 2009 02:07:59 +0000 We went and got Alabaster and told him about the collapse. He looked worried for a little bit but he went and got a long rope and we lowered it down into the crevice. We saved Weasel but we couldn’t the bottom of the chasm well enough so we had no idea if Dave was [...]
Chapter Twenty-One: Plittereeg the Protector Mon, 30 Nov 2009 23:30:01 +0000 The arm flew back to him like a boomerang, just like he had planned and he held it up in the air in a dramatic pose, trying to look like, well, like who I don't really know, and in any case, he was doing a dramatic pose. He let Weasel keep that arm but he did so in a confused manner. I don't blame him. I had no idea why Weasel would have wanted a disembodied arm.
Chapter Twenty: Plittereeg’s Tricks Mon, 30 Nov 2009 21:02:46 +0000 His long dexterous digits became even longer. The bulbs on the tips of his fingers and thumbs shrank until his fingertips and thumb tips became wickedly sharp. His fingers coiled up into a spring shape and his long thumbs curled slightly and slid inside the cage of fingers. Then he flicked open his fingers and thumbs and tiny green razor-sharp needles shot from the tips of his fingers and embedded themselves in the wall.
Chapter Nineteen: The Mutation Lab Mon, 30 Nov 2009 19:24:04 +0000 There everybody was, sitting on the various sized cots and murmuring about me and Dave in worried and hustled speech. When they saw us, for the first time in as long as I had known him, Alabaster's jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide. Weasel paid no attention- he was still trying to open the pickle jar.
Chapter Eighteen: The Arm Mon, 30 Nov 2009 17:18:01 +0000 "I have no idea," it replied. "I have a better idea of how I got here, and like I've already said, I've had a complete memory wipe of anything that happened before my mutations. But I can tell you about the mutation process, if that will satisfy you.
Chapter Seventeen: The Krib Mon, 30 Nov 2009 15:50:51 +0000 When I awoke, Kaptain Kronk was still babbling on about his favorite childhood pet. There appears to be no stopping him. I guess this is how he tortured his captives, by pelting them aimlessly with an endless hail of words. He slithered, crackled, fuzzed, and popped over to my seeds and unwrapped the grapnels while [...]
Chapter Sixteen: Kaptain Kronk Mon, 30 Nov 2009 00:27:11 +0000 "Yes, the Mayfly is a spaceship, yes you are going to be kept in a prison cell, no you aren't going to have your own personal buffet table," and on and on. When he finally stopped rattling off the things he assumed I would ask, he started to talk about all the "inside facts" that you probably didn't know about the famous Kaptain Kronk. For example, "I used to live in a fish bowl. Before that I was the captain of a submarine. Even before that, I was an egg. I bet you didn't know that, did you?"
Chapter Fifteen: The Containment Area Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:55:14 +0000 Two things happened after I woke up that morning. The first thing was the lights went on with a blinding flash. The second thing was that when I went into the control room to look for Alabaster, I found that all of the ejection seats had been activated. I told Plittereeg about the ejection seats. He [...]
Chapter Fourteen: We lift off for somewhere Wed, 25 Nov 2009 16:47:25 +0000 Weasel started to follow but I explained to him that it was a maze, not just a hall. He pretended to understand and then shot out after Dave through the maze of corridors. The last thing we heard from him was, "I've had plenty of practice with mazes."
Chapter Thirteen: In the Pickle Jar Mon, 23 Nov 2009 15:57:40 +0000 “This,” proclaimed Dave, “is the great flying pickle jar!” “And my friends are inside of it?” I asked suspiciously. “I think so,” said Dave. “Well, okay then, let’s go inside- Wait a minute- did you say ‘the great flying pickle jar’?” “Yes indeed,” gushed Dave. “I came up with it myself.” “Oooookay,” I responded in a dubious tone. Dave slithered [...]
Chapter Twelve: Dave’s Plan Sun, 15 Nov 2009 00:49:33 +0000 After about a minute of adjusting to the dim light, I looked up to see what an amazing thing could possibly be in this cavern. What I saw before me was the most stupendous thing I had seen upon reaching this planet. It was a humongous starship.
Chapter Eleven: Dave Wed, 11 Nov 2009 16:27:03 +0000 I started slinking backwards to the mouth of the cave. I was going to climb down the ladder and make an escape across the desert when I realized something: this cave didn't have a ladder. I was ready just to accept my fate and be devoured by a giant monster when out of the darkness came. . . . a Goostopus?
How the Web Sees You Wed, 11 Nov 2009 12:42:35 +0000 The value of data mining is dependent on the people wielding the algorithm. Personas, an art installation by MIT’s Sociable Media Group, wants to create awareness about the capricious nature of results. |
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