Via Downloadsquad, which has interesting stuff every day I check it.
Remember that thing where you could move the fridge letters around? Kinda like that, I suspect, but I haven’t seen it in action much yet, ’cause I’ve gotta get going to work now, instead of having an argument with Ripley about whether or not his miniwheats can be “dipped” in his cup of water…
Can today at work please just be moderately normal? Yesterday (and most of last week) was outta control…
Very fast little beatboxer… Pretty good.
Most impressive: Him playing the Apollo (check the video link).
Crazy baby…
Via Somechick
Go to wikipedia and put in your birth date. Don’t put in the year.
Post in your Blog with three events, two births, and two deaths and one holiday/observance in your
journal including the year (of the event, not your birth)
Februrary 17th:
Events:
# 1958 – Pope Pius XII declares Saint Clare of Assisi (1193~1253) the patron saint of television
# 1972 – Sales of the Volkswagen Beetle model exceed those of Ford Model-T.
# 1974 – Robert K. Preston, a disgruntled U.S. Army private, buzzes the White House with a stolen helicopter.
Births:
# 1962 – Lou Diamond Phillips, American actor
# 1971 – Denise Richards, American actress
Deaths:
# 1909 – Geronimo, Apache leader (b. 1829)
# 1982 – Thelonious Monk, American jazz pianist (b. 1917)
Holiday:
# World Cabbage Day
Battlefield 2142 has been announced. < - Click for trailer. Yes, it's cool. Yes, I've played it. No, you can't. (yet) Official announcement can be found here.
FlOw is a very mellow and relaxed sort of “eat what’s smaller than you” kinda game, and even though I generally hate these sorts of games, I found this one really soothing and sort of hypnotic.
Takes about 30 seconds to figure out what’s going on (holding down the mouse button makes you move faster), and about 15-20 minutes to play through to the bottom (no, there’s no giant boss at the end), and I’m told by a friend there’s something very similar for Nintendo DS, but hey.
Free’s good, and so’s pretty… Headphones/speakers add to the effect (and could just about put you to sleep).
via Boing-Boing
Someone out there has made a movie timeline (mostly Sci-Fi, of course) that puts all of the movies’ dates together into one big string. For instance:
PRESENT DAY, APPARENTLY…
2006 Unicron reformats Megatron into Galvatron after a battle of Autobot City (Transformers)
Bicentennial Man
but my fave is of course, in 2010 when along with the Olympics, we’ll finally have Thunderbirds!
Last night, I had a collection of bad dreams, but I’m only really aware of two. The first one is gone in that fog of sleep that happens, but the second is sorta interesting.
I was getting onto a plane (at least the building I was in was very similar to an airport, with escalators, and lots of people coming and going), and had someone who reminded me of John Candy leading the way, and it was all somewhat rushed, like he was helping me get where I was going before time ran out. I was taking an escalator down, and then was placed into a capsule that was vaguely tube-shaped. Little windows at the top, and metal bars and framework around me. There was a sense of a countdown, and exhiliration of takeoff, but then something went wrong.
The tube was filling extremely quickly with water. Clear and clean, and fairly warm, but choking nonetheless. I couldn’t move, and couldn’t get myself out of the canister I was in, but wasn’t really able to do much but kick feebly at the edges of the tube, hoping that someone could hear me, or do something to get me out. The air in my lungs exploded out of me in a cough, and I felt the compression of claustrophobia in my chest. I sucked in water, and felt it burn my nose, and kept kicking… and kicking… I was heartbroken, I was dying, and couldn’t do anything about it. There was no panic any more, just futility, and loss.
I woke, and while I couldn’t move (what’s that chemical that we release into our muscles that keeps us from running around in our sleep?), I gasped in air, and then lay there panting, my head pounding and my heart bashing my ribcage as I lay on my still-numb hands.
I looked around a little, and realized that Tate was in the bed, but the soft (foamy, sorta rigid) pillow was over his head. I yanked it back and threw it almost off the foot of the bed, and then watched him closely in the dim light to make sure he was breathing. He was lying on his back, his head was turned to the side, away from me, and yes, he was breathing. He obviously hadn’t been bothered by the pillow at all. At least, he didn’t appear to be distressed in any way.
So why did I dream of drowning? Did my six-month-old son send the sensation of smothering to me for long enough to wake me to get the pillow off his head?
Or what?
That stuff aside, I’ve been feeling the hangover from dying today, and it still hurts. I’m still sad about it.
Watching this neat show tonight on Discovery, called Alien Planet
I want Ripley to see this, as it’s not only interesting and informative speculative documentary, but some of the best eye-candy I’ve seen in a LONG time.
Here’s some pics from Tate’s first meal today.
I love the look on his face when the carrots hit ‘im. (click pic for fullsize)
For Xmas this year, Ripley got a whole big bag of dressup stuff. One of the things in there was some awesome tinsel-like wig. Rip’s taken to rockin’ out and calling himself (and I swear we don’t know why) “David Boowee.” He recently bought some shades to make the ensemble complete…
(and yes, his pants are on backwards)…
At least it’s not Vanilla Ice (he prefers the old school hip hop, actually).
