According to the Super Villain Personality Test…
You are Mr. Freeze
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You are cold and you think everyone else should be also, literally.![]() |
Curses, I was hoping to get Doctor Doom. At least I didn’t get Venom.
According to the Super Villain Personality Test…
You are Mr. Freeze
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You are cold and you think everyone else should be also, literally.![]() |
Curses, I was hoping to get Doctor Doom. At least I didn’t get Venom.
It’s Friday, so it’s time to play the Fifty Question Meme as seen at Voenix Rising.
Attention Clay Aiken fans: It’s nothing personal. The only other readhead I could think of was Conan O’Brien.
Now Reading: The Diamond Age
Just Finished: Wetware
All right, so Wetware was recommended by the Paperbackswap recommendation engine. It was originally published in 1988, and I think this shows in the writing, which is strewn with all sorts of futuristic invented slang. It is very easy for such supposedly grungy street talk to come off sounding rather silly and made-up. By the second or third chapter, I was prepared not to like the book, as it seemed somewhat juvenile, as though it were maybe written for young adults. Perhaps the spelled-out accents ("kin ya git mah porse offen the soh-fah?") and SHOUTING IN CAPS gave me this impression. But, it was a short book, so I read on, and the story itself was a bit intriguing, though several characters’ storylines seemed to me to suffer from excessive twists.
Now, I don’t feel as though I’d read anything new. Rather, I feel as though I’d been looking at a very interesting fossil of a recently extinct common ancestor of a family of modern species. That is, I vaguely recognized various themes and ideas in this book which have since been elaborated upon, refined, and improved by later authors. For example, robot evolution, polymorphic nanotech materials, human-machine hybridization, etc.
In the end, I ended up liking the book a bit after all. I’d be interested in reading the previous and next books in this series at some point.
Were it not for labor laws, your humble host would quite likely still be slaving away over a hot computer, with only bread and water for sustenance, a keyboard for a pillow, and an anti-static mat for a bed. Thanks, Nineteenth Century! I owe you one.
In all, a pretty good weekend.
I’m looking forward to the moment in which I can say, "I’m glad that’s over."
Until then, I’ll have to be content with, "This too shall pass."
In other news, today’s my youngest brother’s birthday. I’m sorry I can’t say it in person, but happy birthday to you.
Coincidentally, it’s also Erik Rubright’s birthday. Now I know two people born on the same day. Well, other than myself and one classmate from high school, whose birthday was not only the same day as mine, but the same year.
Sometimes it is better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness.
—Terry Pratchett
Now Reading: Wetware
Just Finished: In The Blink Of An Eye: How Vision Sparked the Big Bang of Evolution.
Five hundred forty-three million years ago, an event occurred that we call the Cambrian explosion, in which thousands of new species appeared overnight. Before this event, the seas were full of slow-moving, soft-bodied forms such as worms and jellyfish. After this event, animals with hard parts, such as shells, spines, and exoskeletons existed. What caused this explosion?
The author suggests that the emergence of vision in the trilobites’ immediate (soft-bodied) ancestors brought forth the world’s first fast moving predators. In turn, the presence of fast-moving predators caused new survival traits to be selected for in their prey, namely defenses such as shells, spines, and exoskeletons. This also gave rise to the hard-bodied trilobites, which ruled the seas of the Cambrian era much as the fishes do today.
It sounds plausible. However, one big question remains. Sight has been independently developed many times since the Cambrian explosion. The earliest mollusks and chordates were blind. These phyla independently evolved vision on their own. But why didn’t vision evolve before 543 million years ago? The author speculates that perhaps the ocean or atmosphere transmitted insufficient light prior to this date, and suggests this is a question for other scientists to answer.
It’s Friday, so let’s play Friday Fun: Superstitions Edition.
No, this post isn’t going to be an Obama endorsement. (Though I will vote for Obama just to send the message that it’s time for another generation to take over.)
What shall it be about, then? This fellow’s cartoon sums up my feelings nicely.
An occasional poop storm is to be expected now and then— that’s just life. However, when regular poop showers ravage the land, and when it appears that those around one have been (unintentionally or not) engineering the conditions for the Perfect Poop Storm™ (with assurances all the while that things will get better) one can’t help but feel a little nervous and perhaps a little angry.
I don’t enjoy disappointing people. However, I don’t enjoy being in a position that may eventually end in my becoming some sort of sacrificial scapegoat.
I’m happy to demonstrate dedication. However, I am not happy to have that dedication abused. It tends to dry up after that. I guess I’m funny that way.
So although at this moment, skies may be blue, and the sun may be shining more brightly than ever, I may just take a peek over the mountains and see if there isn’t a land with a less poop-inclined climate.