Silly me, of course I should have realized that the FARK’ers were going to be all over this. One of the best FARK photoshop contests ever.
Month: February 2003
Astronaut Dinosaur
He is 65 million years old and was at one point the king of the Cretaceous period. Now he likes tacos and is traveling the world. Scott Listfield takes pictures of dinosaurs, and creates paintings about astronauts and dinosaurs. Astronautdinosaur.com is the domain name.
No rides, just a lot of standing around in line
Communist chic hits mainstream.
Massine Productions GmbH hopes to recreate a 10,000-square metre (107,600 sq ft) replica of East Germany, complete with surly border guards, rigorous customs inspections, authentic East German mark notes, and restaurants with regulation bland East German food.
Back in 1991 I distinctly recall saying something about how there would eventually be a paintball knockoff game where one side is the East Germans, the other side are the guards with the object being to cross Checkpoint Charlier without getting hit.
A modest proposal for NASA
Just realized something… Is there anyway we can get Mars to be included in the Axis Of Evil? There would have to be an invasion…
Anti-bot warfare
Mark Pilgrim outlines some anti-bot strategies in “How to block spambots, ban spybots, and tell unwanted robots to go to hell“
Space shuttle crash description in Niven/Pournelle’s Inferno
A thread on rec.arts.sf.written excerpts a weirdly prescient description of a space shuttle re-entry crash from Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle’s Inferno:
“One of those days,” Corbett said. “First, a twenty-six hour hold while we replaced one of the solid boosters. That was only irritating. We lost one of the three main motors going up. Then after we made orbit one of the fuel tank clamps jammed. Either of you know what a space shuttle looks like?”
“Yes.” “No.”
“Well, the tank is big and bulky and cheap. We carry the main motors down aboard the dart, the winged section, but we leave the tank to burn up in the atmosphere. If we couldn’t get the tank loose there wouldn’t have been any point in going down.”
“Did you?”
“Sure. We fired the orbital motors in bursts until the clamp sprung open and let us loose. Then we had to use more fuel to get back to our orbit. We were supposed to dump cargo and change orbit, but there wasn’t enough fuel. We had to go down.”
“What happened?”
“I don’t know. I spacewalked out and looked at the fuel tank clamp. I swear there was nothing wrong. But maybe the metal fatigued, or maybe the hatch over the clamp lock got twisted–anyway, we were halfway down and going like a meteor when we got a burnthrough under the nose. I heard the maintenance techs– they were the cargo I couldn’t jettison– screaming in the instrument room, then the whole nose peeled back in front of me. I woke up by that ferryboat. The crowd pushed me along to Minos, and he threw me into the whirlwind.”
Customizing Mail.app attribution lines
A recent article in comp.sys.mac.comm talks about how to change the attribution line in Mail.app (using OS X 10.2.x).
- Edit /System/Library/Frameworks/Message.framework/Resources/English.lproj/Message.strings in TextEdit.
- Change REPLY_MESSAGE_PREFIX and REPLY_MESSAGE_24HOUR_PREFIX to whatver
you want, such as "%%@ said:\n\n" - Save your changes
Don’t forget to make a copy of the original file before you start editing things.
The Mood At Davos
Cheerful reading about war, depression, anguished and jittery rich people from Pope-Emperor Sterling in the latest Viridian Note
Y’know, folks, sometimes it’s a little disquieting to actually be living in a 1980s William Gibson novel.
Abandoned and little-known airfields
A nice guide to abandoned and little-known airfields. Includes my beloved Rice Air Base.
The Museum of Soviet Synthesizers
Apparently, the Soviet Union had it’s own synthesizer manufacturers – no big surprise since they had their own builders for things like electric guitars, etc. but it’s still wild to see. Much like the western manufacturers, the Soviets built some normal looking ones, and some completely off the wall.
Anyway, all you analog-heads should check out the Museum of Soviet Synthesizers and prepare to pick your collective jaws up off the floor.