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Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Last night we went out to watch the full moon come up. Since it's Mid Autumn Festival we weren't the only ones. We were, however, the only ones who didn't whip out a phone-cam, snag a picture of the moon as soon as it was up, and leave. And we didn't have low-fat mooncakes from Starbucks either. Wednesday, September 22, 2004
"What exactly is the procedure of whaling (with the above-mentioned equipment)? Row. Halt. Lure the whale to you with song and bate. Carress it. Get a line around its tail or other protrusive parts. Stab it with the sword. It will not die from the first wound, it will go berserk. Hold on to your boat. Whatever happens, hold on to your boat and the whale gets tired and hopefully it looses energy as it bleeds. When it thus calms down, approach it yet again (or, more gracefully, get it to approach you), carress it and stab it. Repeat as needed. Under all normal circumstances, but dependent on the size and age of the whale, it will die within 12 hours from its first wound. Drag the whale to shore (no, whales do not sink upon their death, they float). " From A Beginner's Guide to Whaling. (via MeFi) Tuesday, September 21, 2004
You will be assimilated. But first, we'll braid your tail, and put a nice ribbon in your mane. (via boingboing) One of deer season's little ironies: The time when you most resemble a white tail deer is the moment when it would really, really suck to be mistaken for one. Don't die with your pants down. Saturday, September 18, 2004
Weird-ass pigeons. I hope hurricane Ivan frees a whole whack of these headless wonders or these powder puffs with beaks to spice up the gene pool a bit. (via b3ta) Friday, September 17, 2004
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
A Kryptonite lock can be picked using nothing more than a Bic pen. Be afraid. Be very afraid. (via eyebeam reblog) Sunday, September 12, 2004
Board Meeting 2004 was a great success. Like Critical Mass, but way faster, better dressed, and more dangerous. Perfect. (And no, that's not me, that's a different Rob on that page.) There is a picture of me somewhere in there- see if you can spot it. Saturday, September 11, 2004
b3ta says it better than I ever could: "Like a thalidomide velociraptor..." Those of you without broadband will be spared the sight of the nightmare-inducing freak doggie running around. Trust me, it's pretty damn strange. "I need not explain how these Shadows were suggested, to any one who has seen WILKIE'S picture, "The Rabbit on the Wall." But by what pains they were invented can never be revealed; for it is known to my tortured digits alone, and they, luckily for me, are dumb. I calculate that I put my ten fingers through hundreds of various exercises before my "Bird" took wing; my left little finger thrills at the memory of "Grandpapa"; and my thumbs gave in no less than twenty times before "Boy" was accomplished. Yet now how easy it is to make the "Duck" to quack, the "Donkey" to bray, "Toby" to wag his tail, and the "Rabbit" to munch his unsubstantial meal." Hand Shadows to be Thrown Upon the Wall. Friday, September 10, 2004
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
This jaw-droppingly cool picture of a bucket-wheel excavator has been showing up all over the net. Via Grow A Brain : a lego version, complete with lego protestors. My dad went up to the Athabasca Tar Sands when I was a kid and returned with tales and pictures of the bucket-wheels. They've been replaced by trucks and shovels now, but apparently they have one on display. As cool as it is to see stuff blow up, this makes me sad. Update: More pictures of the big bucket-wheel in Germany. Sunday, September 05, 2004
Saturday, September 04, 2004
"Until today, our success can't stop us from trying our best to serve customers." The Thep Padung Porn Coconut Co. should really sell T-shirts, I think. Friday, September 03, 2004
A collection of scanned instruction manuals for old Philips "EE" electronic experiment kits. Not just electronics diagrams in Dutch, lots of pictures too. Large PDF files. (via The Cartoonist) Thursday, September 02, 2004
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Origami meets robotics- Oribotics. With so much clunky robotic art out there, it's always nice to see something like this. (via Eyebeam reBlog) |
