| Bat-Man! |
[Jun. 10th, 2006|12:43 am] |
The things I learn from reading Girl Genius -- or, more precisely, the mailing list:
Special forces to use strap-on 'Batwings'
Elite special forces troops being dropped behind enemy lines on covert missions are to ditch their traditional parachutes in favour of strap-on stealth wings.
The lightweight carbon fibre mono-wings will allow them to jump from high altitudes and then glide 120 miles or more before landing - making them almost impossible to spot, as their aircraft can avoid flying anywhere near the target. [...]
Fitted with oxygen supply, stabilisation and navigation aides, troops wearing the wings will jump from a high-altitude transport aircraft which can stay far away from enemy territory - or on secret peacetime missions could avoid detection or suspicion by staying close to commercial airliner flight paths.
The manufacturers claim the ESG wing is '100 per cent silent' and 'extremely difficult' to track using radar. You must, you simply must follow the link and see the photo.
*edited to close a tag I left open. |
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| Truth is Depressing |
[May. 4th, 2006|07:38 am] |
"Oh, it's true. I know your race. It is made up of sheep. It is governed by minorities, seldom or never by majorities. It suppresses its feelings and its beliefs and follows the handful that makes the most noise. Sometimes the noisy handful is right, sometimes wrong; but no matter, the crowd follows it. The vast majority of the race, whether savage or civilized, are secretly kind-hearted and shrink from inflicting pain, but in the presence of the aggressive and pitiless minority they don't dare to assert themselves. Think of it! One kind-hearted creature spies upon another, and sees to it that he loyally helps in iniquities which revolt both of them. Speaking as an expert, I know that ninety-nine out of a hundred of your race were strongly against the killing of witches when that foolishness was first agitated by a handful of pious lunatics in the long ago. And I know that even to-day, after ages of transmitted prejudice and silly teaching, only one person in twenty puts any real heart into the harrying of a witch. And yet apparently everybody hates witches and wants them killed. Some day a handful will rise up on the other side and make the most noise - perhaps even a single daring man with a big voice and a determined front will do it - and in a week all the sheep will wheel and follow him, and witch-hunting will come to a sudden end.
"Monarchies, aristocracies, and religions are all based upon that large defect in your race - the individual's distrust of his neighbor, and his desire, for safety's or comfort's sake, to stand well in his neighbor's eye. These institutions will always remain, and always flourish, and always oppress you, affront you, and degrade you, because you will always be and remain slaves of minorities. There was never a country where the majority of the people were in their secret hearts loyal to any of these institutions." Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger |
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| Why, Yes, I Am Still Alive, Thanks For Asking |
[Apr. 27th, 2006|06:19 am] |
First a bit of fun:
My insulting name is Odious and unpleasant child Humungousbottom! What's yours? Remember to use it when you see me on the Girl Genius list, those of you here that are also there...
Second, I should mention that my dad came home, finally, from the hospital on Monday. His new kidney is still slowly "waking up" and increasing in functionality -- we have been told this is a process that can take as long as a year(!) to complete. Despite his complaints he is looking much better already and is starting to get an appetite back. While in the hospital my mom was constantly after him to eat something, as he would hardly touch his meals there. The transplant (and the anti-rejection drugs required by it) are going to force a lot of changes on him and my mom, though -- Daddy's going to have to be very, very careful not to allow any sort of infection to have a chance to take root in him.
Other than that, it's the same old boring stuff around the house. Thank the powers I have your lives to live vicariously through. :) |
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| Here's something I found interesting... |
[Apr. 8th, 2006|07:21 am] |
...they've apparently found a Gospel of Judas that says he wasn't the Bad Guy that centuries of church teachings have told us he is.
Judas Iscariot, long reviled as history's quintessential betrayer, was actually the best friend of Jesus and turned him over to authorities only because Jesus asked him to, according to the gospel of Judas, a long-lost document revealed Thursday by the National Geographic Society. [...] "He's the good guy in this portrayal," said Bart Ehrman, a religion professor at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. "He's the only apostle who understands Jesus." In a key passage, Jesus compares Judas with the other disciples, saying, "You will exceed all of them. For you will sacrifice the man that clothes me." By helping Jesus get rid of his flesh, Judas will help liberate the divine being within. Several times, Jesus indicates the special status of Judas: "Step away from the others and I shall tell you the mysteries of the kingdom. It is possible for you to reach it, but you will grieve a great deal." Of course this won't affect the way True Believers will view things, but for me it just shows that much more how the current bible has a lot less to do with the Word of God and a lot more to do with the Politics of Man. It amazes me that the person who penned that part at the very end about being damned if someone dares to add or subtract from the bible didn't just spontaneously burst into flame, y'know? |
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| Too Bizarre Not to Share |
[Apr. 6th, 2006|04:36 am] |
In an article about one of Johnny Hart's latest science-bashing B.C. strips over at Pharyngula, a science/evolution/political blog I read, someone in the comment threads mentioned the strip Mallard Fillmore as a contender for even worse strips. This prompted someone else to link to this article, which talks about possibly one of the strangest things I've heard of in a long, long time...
(abstract)The first case of homosexual necrophilia in the mallard Anas platyrhynchos (Aves: Anatidae) (page 243-247)
On 5 June 1995 an adult male mallard (Anas platyrhynchos) collided with the glass façade of the Natuurhistorisch Museum Rotterdam and died. Another drake mallard raped the corpse almost continuously for 75 minutes. Then the author disturbed the scene and secured the dead duck. Dissection showed that the rape-victim indeed was of the male sex. It is concluded that the mallards were engaged in an ‘Attempted Rape Flight’ that resulted in the first described case of homosexual necrophilia in the mallard. Eww. Just... eww.
Although I get a little thrill of wickedness everytime I think about holding this up in opposition to fundies claiming that penguin mating habits (as depicted in "March of the Penguins") shows that God's plan is for only male/female lifelong relationships, and thusly homosexual unions (whether called civil unions or marriages) are Evil and Wrong. Putting aside that the "fact" cited isn't exactly true, does this article mean God's okay with homosexual sex, as long as one of you is dead?
Sigh. Pastafarianism is lookin' better every day. Although I think I'll stick with Discordianism for now. |
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| Random Thoughts on a Thursday Morning |
[Mar. 30th, 2006|03:36 am] |
Brief update on my dad: First the news was great, then it sounded pretty dark, now it sounds more optimistic again.
Longer update: After hearing on Friday morning that the kidney was in and producing urine, I spoke to my mom on Sunday who said that the kidney wasn't working, that Daddy might end up back on dialysis, that he was retaining too much fluid, and other depressing news. Tuesday I took Mama to the hospital so that she and Daddy could talk to the transplant coordinator, who explained that yes, the kidney was a perfect match; yes it was producing urine but no, it wasn't filtering the blood; and yes, that was sort of to be expected. Transplanted kidneys, she said, often take several days to "wake up" as she put it and start doing their job. They were going to hold off on dialysis as long as possible so that the kidney wouldn't be fooled into thinking that it didn't need to do its job. Daddy looked pretty good to me when we were there, he was sitting up and eating and seemed to be in fairly good spirits. So I guess we just wait and see.
Sigh. OK, so I took one day off this week (Monday night because I got no sleep and had to spend the day in Chapel Hill with my mom), so this is only the second night I've been at work. Why does it feel like I've been here a week already? I still have two days to go this week and I can't believe it. At least I have payday to look forward to tomorrow.
On the other hand, I have paying my bills to look forward to, which will consume a goodly part of said payday.
I can hardly keep my eyes open tonight. Tuesday I think I slept all of three hours while at the hospital and not at all after getting home, and I came home yesterday morning and straightaway collapsed on the bed. I woke up at 3:00pm and still felt tired, but not tired enough to go back to sleep. Typically, my body finally said it was ready to go back to bed around 10:00pm, just in time to take a shower and get ready to head to work. The sad thing is, I'll probably do the same thing today, as I doubt I'll be able to stay awake for long once I get home. Even now my eyes keep sagging shut and I start to drift away before pulling myself back awake. So if this turns a little incomprehensible you now know why.
And now into fantasy (I figured I'd better warn you first): It's a buyer's market on one of the WoW servers I frequent, which is great if you're a buyer but a real bummer when, like me, you're trying to sell something. I'm barely getting more than what I'd get by selling things to the vendors in some cases. Fortunately things are a little better on the server I do most of my playing on. If any of you are playing WoW yourselves, you can generally find me on Runetotem, which is were most of my characters are; or Vek'nilash, where I have one character and my wife and son have the rest*; or occasionally on Steamweedle Cartel, a role-playing server I created a character on when the other two were down and I was curious to see what an RP server was like. :) If you want to know what my names are on there, drop a note in the comments. Anyway, this is making raising money for training a bit harder than I'd like it to be, and believe me, I'm getting to the point where I need a lot of money for training.
I wish this was fantasy: According to an article from The Times online, we might be looking at a 20-foot rise in sea levels by 2100, putting London, Miami, New York City, and several other coastal cities underwater. (The link is from Bob Harris' blog.) Humans are good at ignoring things that aren't going to affect them personally, however, so I doubt anything's going to start changing before about 2060. So if I live to be 100, I might see people start to wake up and smell the ocean air, so to speak. On the bright side, my great-grandchildren will only have to ride 30-45 minutes to get to the beach, instead of the 2 1/2 hours we drive now. And in case you didn't see it, not only are Bush and company still denying global warming is real, but are muzzling the scientists that are saying it is. sff_corgi, honey, I hope you're near the middle of northern Florida.
*Yes, I know that two adults should have two separate accounts, but we only have the one PC so there's only one of us playing at a time anyway. When we get a new (second) PC, we'll buy a second copy and pay for a second account. Unfortunately that might mean scrapping characters, or at least starting all over again with some new ones so we can play together. |
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| No Game News, No Memes, and No Links |
[Mar. 24th, 2006|12:36 am] |
As I was getting ready to go take my shower before leaving for work tonight, the telephone rang. My wife answered it. It was my mother calling to tell us that my father had received a kidney, and was going into surgery tonight at UNC Hospital. The surgery was expected to last about two hours. One of my brothers was at the hospital with my father, and my mother was going to call us as soon as she heard from him as to the result. The doctors were optimistic, apparently -- Mother said they described it as a "perfect match".
My father was a paratrooper in World War II. He injured his one of kidneys during a jump. About, oh, maybe seven, possibly eight years ago the other one gave out and he was put on dialysis. We were told that people often didn't live much past their fifth year on dialysis, and in the last couple of years in particular Daddy's health did seem to be declining quite a bit. Last summer he got all of us children together to discuss how he was planning to divide up his estate, and last month he had remarked to me that he didn't expect to be around for very much longer.
Well, hopefully now he's going to be proved wrong. |
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| Are You Sure It's Not April Fool's? |
[Mar. 16th, 2006|07:02 am] |
Yeah, yeah... I know, it's another clickity-click entry by me. I promise, one of these days I'll actually write something.
Anyway, this was so bizarre I had to check twice to make sure someone wasn't pulling my leg:
Study Links Ambien Use to Unconscious Food Forays"
The sleeping pill Ambien seems to unlock a primitive desire to eat in some patients, according to emerging medical case studies that describe how the drug's users sometimes sleepwalk into their kitchens, claw through their refrigerators like animals and consume calories ranging into the thousands.
The next morning, the night eaters remember nothing about their foraging. But they wake up to find telltale clues: mouthfuls of peanut butter, Tostitos in their beds, kitchen counters overflowing with flour, missing food, and even lighted ovens and stoves. Some are so embarrassed, they delay telling anyone, even as they gain weight. I did a little Googling and found a dozen or so other articles on this, so I guess it's for real. I also learned something I didn't know in this article, that Ambien is also responsible for some people "sleep-driving", waking up with no knowledge of how they had reached their destination. The eating story is weird, but the driving one is just scary. |
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| Engrish 101 |
[Mar. 14th, 2006|05:57 am] |
Oh, my.
You know, I keep meaning to put a post up here that's actual personal information, instead of blathering about the game I'm playing or links to news/blogs/whatever, but in my nightly wanderings across the internet I came across this gem and just had to share it. It's an exceeding bad (and hysterically funny) mistranslation of a Chinese restaurant menu that had me in tears and unable to contain myself at work. (Of course, it's possible that the tears were in part because I was trying not to burst into laughter.)
In the comments that follow there's a link to a Livejournal community called engrish and a sample of a similar menu that's just as strange -- as the poster says, it sounds as though the same person/service did the translation on both of these because many of the... unusual word choices are present in both.
Do not read these with food or drink in your mouth, unless you cover your keyboard and monitor first. You have been warned. |
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| Insert "Twilight Zone" Theme Here... |
[Mar. 11th, 2006|02:29 am] |
From Pharyngula comes a link to a fairly creepy bit of video about the Emerald Cockroach Wasp (or possibly the Jewel Wasp, there's two "common" names given), Ampulex compressa, which has a fascinating reproductive cycle.
Here's the article explaining about the wasp:
The Wisdom of Parasites
A brief excerpt:
From the outside, the effect is surreal. The wasp does not paralyze the cockroach. In fact, the roach is able to lift up its front legs again and walk. But now it cannot move of its own accord. The wasp takes hold of one of the roach's antennae and leads it--in the words of Israeli scientists who study Ampulex--like a dog on a leash. [...] Ampulex does not want to kill cockroaches. It doesn't even want to paralyze them the way spiders and snakes do, since it is too small to drag a big paralyzed roach into its burrow. So instead it just delicately retools the roach's neural network to take away its motivation. Its venom does more than make roaches zombies. It also alters their metabolism, so that their intake of oxygen drops by a third. And here's the video of a new wasp being "born": Clickity-click
My wife can't stand parasites, so I won't be showing this one to her. I might subject my son to it, though. :) |
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