We Multiliths are Here to Encourage You July 26, 2009Posted by caveblogem in Other, technology.
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In Stanley Kubrick’s 2001, a Space Odyssey, these black monoliths seem to drive the plot. I say seem because I’m not really certain what was going on with that film. There is considerable disagreement. Even Wikipedia, where we all go to get the final, definitive, consensus answer on things, seems a little unstable w/r/t/ this fine film. They’ve got something to do with technology, it seems. Wikipedia even goes so far (as of this writing) as to say:
The subsequent response of the characters to their discovery drives the plot of the series. It also influences the fictional history of the series, particularly by encouraging humankind to progress with technological development and space travel.
Since May of last year I have been pursuing a second bachelor’s degree in IT (my first was in Economics, and my two graduate degrees were in History). And I’m at the point right now where the monoliths I’m running into are not particularly encouraging. I know I’ll feel differently at the end of August, when I am finished with this crash program, degree in hand, but right now the sight of a monolith makes me want to shoot first and ask questions later.
Luckily, there is a great free open-source game out there that lets you do just that. I found it searching for a game I could play on this tiny and somewhat underpowered netbook I am currently running Linux on. It is called Nexuiz. Actually, the version I’m talking about is called Damn Small Nexuiz. Somebody took out all the blood and gore of the full-scale game, along with much of the fancy graphic stuff. So basically, it is a game where you are attacked by monoliths. You get to shoot them. That’s one in the picture below. He’s moving really fast, so you can’t tell he’s a monolith.
Here’s two of them coming for me, in a hail of my machine-gun fire . . . ummm . . . warning shots . . .
And here’s what they look like when they are dead:
I just have to bring down a few more of them and I will get a short break. And that’s all I really want, you know, just some space between monoliths, so I can catch my breath. After that, I’m sure I will find them encouraging, rather than enraging, again.
Old-School Soul Extraction July 22, 2009Posted by caveblogem in Other.
Normally this isn’t a commercial site, but I feel like I need to step in and offer some competition to this Dr. Flintstein, who is offering to extract souls and store them for you, etc.
I don’t know what he charges, but he’s got a pretty fancy office, big machines, fancy advertisements in The New Yorker, assistants, a warehouse in New Jersey, a fancy website. I can undercut it. Big time. So here’s the deal: Hundred bucks. No fancy machines. Works the old-fashioned way, like this:
- Cat sits on your chest
- You fall asleep
- Cat sucks your soul out through your nose (outpatient procedure, just like Flintstein’s)
- After a while, we get the soul back from the cat and put it in a baggy.
- We mail it to you.
Only major difference is that you probably won’t want it back. Not after you see it.
Give me a call.
More than a feeling July 19, 2009Posted by caveblogem in Other.
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“Woke up this morning and the sun was gone.
Turned on some music to start my day . . .”
When I was young, hearing that Boston tune for the first few times, I thought that he was talking about the end of the world. Well, there was the album cover, for one, with the huge spaceships that looked like guitars. I was thinking that it was sort of like Arthur C. Clarke’s book Childhood’s End. The spaceships of the galactic overlords were blotting out the sun, right? I didn’t think much, at that age, and I wasn’t much good at it when I did think.
Seems so obvious, now that I live near Boston, that the song wasn’t apocalyptic. This summer, more often than not, the sun has been gone.
Growing up in Sacramento, though, I never thought about the sun being gone. Usually that was cause for celebration. When it rained, the rock stations always played that Who song, “Love, Rain O’er Me.”
I still love the rain’ but I have to hide that, here.