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With the greater and greater advances of miniaturization in computing comes greater and greater opportunities for us all. Wearable computing is on the forefront, just across the very near horizon. Devices smaller and smaller are becoming more and more intelligent. It used to be a joke, “Can you imagine?! a Beowulf cluster of _______?” (Say, Furbies?)
I bet none of you jerks watched the stunningly sad video I posted yesterday about how John and Cindy McCain own tons of houses while the rest of us teachers and public servants and medical technicians own zero houses.
So here again, in your face, is the video. WATCH THIS SHIT. It should make you sad and then break your fucking heart, and then get you a bit riled up:
So, not only is the guy a rich bastard, he is also a clueless, fuzz-headed arrogant rich bastard:
In a forum last week with the Rev. Rick Warren, McCain was asked to define the word “rich” and to give a figure. After promoting his tax policies, McCain said: “I think if you are just talking about income, how about $5 million?” The audience laughed, and he added: “But seriously, I don’t think you can — I don’t think seriously that — the point is that I’m trying to make here, seriously — and I’m sure that comment will be distorted — but the point is that we want to keep people’s taxes low and increase revenues.”
I guess to some people, that’s the american ideal: To be so rich you don’t give a shit.
I had this ooky feeling when Guitar Hero became popular. Oh, sure, it’s a cuddle and a half. It does for manual dexterity what stress balls do for palms. And I myself have even felt the constitutional rush of pride over proving to my co-workers that I can, indeed, synchronize my fingers to press specific colored buttons in time to Cheap Trick’s “Surrender.” It took a load off. Then I retired.
But gently the terror infested in the back of my subgenius brain: Guitar Hero would, one day, legitimize the act of performing air guitar. I didn’t know when, I didn’t know how, but I knew it would. And today it did, thanks to Blake Peebles, a 16-year-old from North Raleigh, NC, who is dropping out of high school to play Guitar Hero professionally:
Just a quick administrative note. Each time you post a comment you are going to have to demonstrate to our quick-witted robots that you are human. Spammers, I’ve had enough bullshit!!
In these financially troubled times, people all over this great nation are taking desperate measures just to scrape by. If you read the news casually, it sounds like we’re just being thrifty, like we used to be when Starsky <3′d Hutch : Many repair old mowers.
But it’s darker than that. The whole story is really about motorized equimpent manufacturer Briggs & Stratton falling on hard times due in small part to a shortage of hurricanes, it would seem:
A lack of hurricanes so far this year has been felt in Briggs’ portable generator business.
In a year with multiple storms, industry-wide generator sales can top 1 million units. Briggs is one of the industry’s leaders, and generators are among its most profitable businesses.
“The generator business for us is a means of supporting our engine business,” Shiely said. “A hurricane really drives sales. It’s bad news for a lot of people, but it’s good news for the generator business.”
In other economic news, it’s not clear at this time whether the high school teacher arrested for prostitution at a Houston Hotel was moonlighting in a desperate effort to repay her ARM-reset disaster-mortgage, or maybe she was trying to save up in order live like the the McCains in one of ten million-dollar mansions… Something tells me after watching the video, high school teachers are not in the million dollar mansion market.
So we can’t yet conclude which is the least successful tactic: fixing lawnmowers, whoring, or running for president. Maybe a better idea is faking a bigfoot and then running away with $57 grand. [FAGGZ!!!]
After not really getting it for awhile, I’ve been warming up over the last few months to Gnarls Barkley’s last album The Odd Couple. In this video for the album’s haunting “Who’s Gonna Save My Soul,” it’s more than apparent they’ve put their entire heart into the material.
Great, I bet next week I’ll get to write this story: “In yet another strange twist of fate Satanosphere co-founder Captain Tenille plans to auction off six of his eight cowboy shirts and make another couple million bucks.”
In what is billed as a “Wedding/Moving/Final Sale” I learn today that one of the neatest “internet photographers” I’ve come to appreciate is seemingly quitting the business of taking naked pictures of herself. Katie West (that’s her flickr) is loved and respected by comic book god Warren Ellis. That’s really all (besides her photography) that you need to know (well, if you’re me, that’s all you need to know).
So buy up lots of really awesome $10 photographs to hang in your bachelor pad because I won’t be able to.