Apparently, if you believe this stuff, scientists have located the so-called centre of the brain that controls sarcasm. This quote says it all, as far as I’m concerned:
“some brain-damaged people can’t comprehend sarcasm”
Amen, brother. I mean there’s just nothing more frustrating talking to someone who doesn’t get it. For me it’s like a language barrier.
Anyway, neat stuff.
I’m still here.
I was just enjoying the weather here in Canada. Nice and unpredictable. I had shorts and a T-Shirt, and jeans and a sweater on within two hours of each other on the weekend. Just lovely.
Anyway, it could be worse. I noticed the weather in space today is, well, not so nice. It’s more of a “grab a ceramic heat shield and titanium athletic support” kind of day, rather than a “shorts and t-shirt” kind of day. Those crazy scientists (I mentioned before how they love to rate things that probably need no rating) have noticed that there is an electromagnetic storm raging in the cosmos today that rates a “9” on the 9 level scale they dreamed up to measure these storms. That’s “9 Scary Aliens” to you and me, or living in a microwave.
Anyway, why we need to know what the weather is like in space is sort of beyond me. I mean unless you happen to own a satellite or live in your moon-based evil lair, it’s sort of a non-event here, isn’t it?
Well, I’m sure you will understand if I use this space to promote Nikki and Cindy’s business. The disclaimer is that of course I sleep with one of Cynik.ca’s partners. Yes, it’s Nikki, don’t get your knickers in a knot.
Anyway, Nik has been very busily taking pictures of the new pieces she and Cindy have been making over the past while and most of them are now available on the site for your perusal. So, have a look and see what you like. If you are interested in anything note the name of the piece and send a message to inquiries@cynik.ca. There are still no prices on the site, but they will get back to you right away with that kind of info.
So, go check it out.
Good stuff this morning, a quick story about a 93 year old telegraph operator who tapped out a message in Morse code and beat 4 different teenagers in sequence. The teenagers were using “txtspk” which is their whole world it would seem. The general idea of sending text messages on your cell phone (which as an old fart I never understood) is to use short forms and never use a vowel if you can help it. The main reason for this is the interface is the crappiest ever designed my mankind for mankind’s own use. It’s really not that surprising the telegraph operator beat the teenagers when you think of it; he has a one button interface and the button only has two functions (short and long), while the teenagers have something like 12 buttons each with 3 functions each. So in terms of bandwidth Morse code easily trumps the text messagers because he sent each and every letter, without abbreviations. He was almost 20 seconds faster than the txters.
Anyway, I thought it was pretty interesting, but I’m a geek.
Nothing like a nice bowl of cereal in the morning with Mom. Or at least that’s what a 5 year old boy in England was thinking until he poured his cereal and found a 2 foot snake in the box.
Fortunately it was non-poisonous, but come on people.
That’s not a lot of fun.
I’m sure you remember the finger in the chili thing. I wrote about it a lot…
Anyway, apparently it happened again, and this time it’s real. Only it’s ice cream this time.
It’s still gross….