Mar
19
2005
0

Artificial Neuroscience

Information at Futurewire.

A trillion calculations per second = nearly equaling a human's brain? Bah.

You know, I'm getting the feel from this article that most scientists haven't actually seen Blade Runner.

Written by Widge in: Writing Fodder |
Mar
17
2005
0

Elmo has a history with the law.

Caught this about a bomb scare involving Elmo on Boing Boing.

One of the many things I do instead of having a life is maintain a bigass text file of quotes I like, so I can confound people with them in my e-mail sigs. So I've pulled out one that shows Elmo has a history of keeping John Law on his toes. In fact, he has from the very beginning, it seems:

"I was always sending batteries and headless dolls in the mail. I think that's what caught their attention."
–Mark Johnson-Williams, 'Tickle-Me Elmo' doll designer, on why authorities had considered him a potential Unabomber suspect, 1997

Written by Widge in: General BS |
Mar
15
2005
2

Got that out of my system.

Read a story that gives you the willies, write a story to exorcise the willies.

As I always say, it's cheaper than therapy.

Written by Widge in: Projects,Something Else |
Mar
14
2005
0
Mar
14
2005
0

Must find a use for this somewhere.

Simply because it's too cool an idea not to screw around with. In fact, I think I know who, where and when to have use it, but I can't say more without giving something away.

Article from Tom's Networking.

Found via Boing Boing.

Written by Widge in: Writing Fodder |
Mar
13
2005
0

Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.

Couldn't sleep. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't sleep.

Sat down. Finalized The Sunday Before You.

Now I think I can sleep.

The last poem in the book is about insomnia.

Hm.

Written by Widge in: Projects,The Sunday Before You |
Mar
12
2005
0

Oh my sweet crispy Jesus.

As Lord Fanny once said, "Nothing exceeds like excess." I think I'm in love. Click on the pic to go worship.

Found via HGTV.

Written by Widge in: Insomnia |
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