So, my brain and I are engaged in peace talks; last night I managed to vacuum and today I actually did some work at work and oh my god, I bet you are so bored, I'll shut up now.
Anyway, my brain is doing better, but things are still a little shaky. Upon viewing the headline "NASA Investigators Discover New Threat to Space Shuttles," it supplied without a moment's hesitation the possibility "space monkeys!"
Uh, okay. That's not the problem, anyhow. Which is kind of sad, because it means that the universe is still without free-floating space monkeys, but good, because I would like to think that space monkeys and NASA could get along.
In other news, ugh. What is with the whole luxury SUV thing anyway? The whole thing about the SUV is that it's supposed to be, you know, utilitarian. You're supposed to be hauling lumber around in that thing, not going to prom.* The application of leather seats and a freaking video game system to such a framework seems unnatural and wrong to me, like a skunk wearing deodorant.
Besides, if you're going to drop the cost of a small house on a giant gas-guzzling vehicle that handles like a tank, wouldn't you rather get this?
Other modes of transportation are very appealing, but some are less than efficient and some do not provide opportunities for the accessorizing and style-making that humans seem to prefer. This has potential, I think. What kind of stereo system can one install, I wonder?
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More links for the night, brought to you by phrases my brain has produced today:
-Space monkeys. (Apparently they're a band, too. And Fight Club uberfans. Whatever makes you happy, I guess.)
-This strange artifact is the sole result for robot in a jar.
-When you Google "bleep bloop blop blip," it asks you, "Did you mean to search for 'bleep blop blop blip?'" So I gave it a whirl, and I got a bunch of math problems and this list of words. No secret messages from the Robot Underground!
-Speaking of which, oooooh.
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*My resentment has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that I was nearly run over by a white stretch behemoth containing forty-seven screaming taffeta-clad girls and their itchy dates on the corner of Astoria Boulevard and 33rd Street in Queens in May, 2001. Not a thing.
Posted by hilatron at June 12, 2003 06:06 PMSnoop DeVille. Hee hee hee hee hee.
Posted by: Agent Courtney at June 13, 2003 01:12 PMI know, isn't that the best novelty car name ever? Too bad the project seems to have gotten stalled somewhere...although perhaps by the time they roll them out, I'll have several thousand dollars with no home to spend on one.
Posted by: Hilatron at June 13, 2003 01:32 PMLast night on Dave Atell's "Insomniac", I saw a robot bar-tender. She is working in London and Tokyo. She has glowing breasts and a repitoire of 100's of drinks! Check her out if you get a chance.
Posted by: captain glitter biscuit at June 13, 2003 01:49 PM