• 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…

  • Snow Day, January 2004

    I woke up this morning with the alarm. Then I looked outside, and became alarmed.

    “Well then,” I said to myself, “What do the weather people have to say?”

    Several minutes of websurfing later:

    “What? To travel is to put one’s life at risk? Hmm.”

    I was still considering it when I looked outside just in time to see a huge gust of wind sweeping the fine, frozen powdery snow off the rooftops and swirling it about. “Ah,” I then said, not caring who might be listening, “I don’t think I want to spend upwards of an hour commuting in that, waiting for buses and then hiking the rest of the way to work.”

    Instead, I stayed home to drink cocoa and take more pictures…

  • Past, Present, Future – Round Forty-six

    PAST: Share with us one good and one bad thing about this past year.

    PRESENT: Which direction are you headed as the new year begins?

    FUTURE: What will you have accomplished by this time next year?

    You’ll notice I didn’t ask for a list of resolutions. That would be hypocritical… I haven’t made resolutions in years.

    Six more weeks and it’s all over, folks. The PPF, that is. Thanks for playing, as always!

  • Goodbye, 2003, and good riddance.

    The year wasn’t all bad, but it wasn’t that good either. I’m more than ready for 2004 to begin.

    I was going to get more introspective and detailed, here, but I just can’t seem to work up the enthusiasm required. Suffice to say that much has changed this year, and I’m still trying to settle into the new scheme of things.

    Here’s hoping you and yours have a splendid new year, friends.

  • On Finding Someone, And Mottos For Living

    I warn you now, this is going to be a rather serious and personal posting. There hasn’t been one of these in a while. Here’s hoping I don’t muck it up too badly.

    Exchanging email with a friend of mine recently, I was asked, “I don’t know how to find out what or who I want. Any suggestions?”

    My answer: It’s not a “who.” There is no “who.” “What” is easy: Respect, chemistry, loyalty (one can have multiple partners and still be loyal, it all depends on how you go about it), humor… give or take a few ingredients. Settle for nothing less. Be ruthless, even if it hurts, in protecting your own heart and soul.

    I’ve adopted three mottos this year. They help me sort through the conflicting emotions and facts and impulses so I can get down to cases and actually do something about my problems.

    Motto The First: Life’s Too Short. There’s absolutely no reason in the world one should cling desperately to an untenable situation, nor should one hold back from stating their true feelings and beliefs before those who are most important in one’s life. Fear isn’t a good enough reason. Not fear of reprisal, not fear of being alone, not even fear of making the wrong choice. (And yes, I’ve lived with all three of those fears for quite some time now.) In the end, you have to stand up and do something. The sooner the better. None of us are getting any younger. Don’t take the chance that you’ll look back on today and regret your inaction.

    Motto The Second: One Standard Will Do Nicely, Thank You. As much fun as it can be to throw this around when we see others living in a way that doesn’t match their stated beliefs, or engaging in blatant hypocrisy, this motto is mostly about performing regular head-checks on one’s own values and actions. I don’t think I’ve completely mastered the seemingly simple art of saying and doing what I believe to be right, but I’m getting better… and isn’t that what this is all about? Of course, this motto remains a statement of policy regarding things one should not put up with in those people we choose to make a part of our lives.

    Motto The Third: Actions Speak Louder Than Words. It seems obvious, but I’ve realized that sometimes it needs saying. People are always saying what they think someone wants to hear. It isn’t even so much that they deliberately lie, but that they’re afraid to be thought poorly of by anybody. Or they’re afraid that if they say what they really think they may lose the respect or love of someone important to them. But you know what? Someone can say whatever they must, but they can’t hide their actions forever. I know. I tried. (Once again, this motto is as much internal as external.) It may be safe to say that one of my biggest challenges is learning to shut up and put my beliefs into practice. Again, of course, I haven’t perfected the art. But I now hold myself accountable for doing so, and I hold others around me similarly so.

    How about it, friends and neighbors? Do these mottos apply to your life? Do you perhaps have others to suggest? In the immortal words of Joe Don Baker, “Go ahead on.”

  • Of diplomacy and international politics

    Ben sent me the link to a profoundly interesting United Press editorial, and I liked the article enough to pass the link on to you. Ain’t I a great guy?
    US Distracted – World Changed