Day: January 7, 2004

  • The rewards of vanity searching.

    Remember the d’Artagnan incident? Almost a year ago it was, and this morning I was reminded of it by the following email:

    Just ran a search of the web and found this!
    Glad I could affect your life Dartagnian!

    Happy New Year!

    Jim

    That’s right, James P. Connolly was checking the web for instances of his own name. Hey, nothing wrong with that; we’ve all done it at least once. Full marks to the guy for taking a moment to type out a quick bit of something.

    Just for that, here’s a link to his website. Because, hey, I’m all about the positive rewards of cheerful politeness.
    James P. Connolly

  • Making Like Legolas On The Snow

    I looked outside this morning. Yep, still white. I turned on the news. Yep, still cold, still crappy bus service (though that’s no fault of Tri-Met!), and the thaw’s not due until almost quitting time.

    For grins and chuckles I took my camera outside. What surprised me wasn’t how white everything looked, but how well I was able to stand on top of the snow. I felt a bit like Legolas in FotR. Can you say, “solid layer of ice atop five inches of snow”? I knew you could.

    By the way, pictures are forthcoming. I just have to wait for my camera battery to recharge. I knew I forgot something important yesterday… and where the hell is my spare? Argh.

    UPDATE: Spare battery found. Here are some new pictures. More to come, probably…

  • All Your Rovers Are Belong To Us

    My friend Ben and I have been exchanging emails about the Mars Expedition Rovers and other fun Martian exploration topics (who’d have thunk that Pathfinder would be right about where NASA left it, considering the severity of Martian windstorms?), and the topic of remote software programming came up. See, a fair chunk of the software for the new rovers’ missions will be uploaded (and was there ever a more apt use of that term?) after they land. This fact prompted speculation on the sorts of things one could program the rovers to do, or say.

    And from there we quickly found ourselves asking, “So what geek from what country is going to hack the Mars Rover first?” For instance, I thought, someone might prompt a rover to transmit:

    ALL YOUR MARS BASE ARE BELONG TO US — SOMEONE SET US UP THE MARS

    Ben, being a far cleverer sort, supplied the following suggestions:

    DUBYA: WHERE IS MY EARTH-SHATTERING KABOOM? — MARVIN

    WE HAVE ELVIS. LEAVE TWELVE MILLION IN UNMARKED BULLION IN A VALISE AT GROOM LAKE.

    I CAN SEE YOUR HOUSE FROM HERE.

    GREETINGS TO THE PUNY HUMANS. WELCOME TO A NEW AGE OF INTERPLANETARY WAR.

    DESTROY ALL YODELING COWBOY MUSIC WITHIN 24 HOURS OR FACE METEORITIC DESTRUCTION.

    JPL: WE ARE INSTALLING LINUX ON THIS THING. GET OVER IT.

    404 ERROR: FILE NOT FOUND.

    JPL: IS ‘RAM DISK’ AN INSTALLATION PROCEDURE?

    LOOK, MA, NO HANDS!

    WE ARE SUING THE ORSON WELLES ESTATE FOR DEFAMATION AND SLANDER.

    WHAT STUPID MONKEY CANCELLED ‘FUTURAMA’? WE WANT AMY WONG DELIVERED UNTO US.

    THIS DEVICE HAS PERFORMED AN ILLEGAL OPERATION AND MUST BE SHUT DOWN.

    WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY A GAME? CHECKERS? CHESS? GLOBAL THERMONUCLEAR WAR?

    WE DEMAND THE HEAD OF HEYWOOD FLOYD

    MARS HAS HYDRATED AND OXYGENATED ROCKS. SEND POT SEEDS.

    DID YOU KNOW THIS THING CAN DO WHEELIES?

    ALIEN BABE CAM 24 HOURS A DAY — YOU CAN SEE EVERY PSEUDOPOD!

    HAVE FOUND ALIEN EGGS AND ACQUIRED PARASITIC FACEHUGGER. PLEASE SEND RESCUE TEAM.

    THIS DEVICE WAS 0WN3D BY A 13-YEAR-OLD IN NEBRASKA WITH A LINUX P-90, A PACKET RADIO TRANSMITTER, 400 FEET OF ALUMINUM FOIL, HIS MOTHER’S SATELLITE DISH, AND A MUTILATED SPEAK AND SPELL. EAT MY SHORTS NASA.

    As George Carlin once said, “These are the thoughts that kept me out of the really good schools.” Heh.

    Yes, we’re geeks. But we’re damned clever and amusing geeks, if we do say so ourselves…