I have a friend who really likes pirates. And today me and another friend were wondering where she was because we hadn't seen her at all that day. And my friend said she must have had more rum than she could handle the night before. And I added without even realising what I said that she might be laying on a dead man's chest somewhere. XD My friend and the other guy there (both +50) were so shocked to hear that. Then a bit later my friend was telling me that he'd call me, call my private number, my secret phone etc... I added that he could call my shoe-phone, and he said I have a holster for my phone in my leg and I added "yeah a holster in the garters" and again they both had such a shock, and told me not to say such things to middle aged men, or they'd have to throw buckets of water at each other or slap each other with fish.

Just wanted to share that. :3 I have such cool friends. The lesson today is: go make friends with people thrice your age! You're missing out.

You can build a computer using Legos. :)

http://acarol.woz.org/

Give your mouse a rest. Let your fingers excercise a little.
http://www.ourmachine.com/ascii/
Try both programs. :)

Alsosome videos of interest:
http://machinedesign.com/pages/VideoLibrary.aspx
See the Norgren valve fountain thing, and the robot that can solve the Rubik's cube.

Do you use the left or the right side of your brain more

http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,22556281-661,00.html

Yeah, take a wild guess which way it turns for me ;D

WheeeEEEeeeEEEE! I has Lost Content!! XD

Means. My uni subscribes to Land Of Lost Content^* ( www.lolc.co.uk ) and I has access. Wayne Hemingway gave a lecture on it last wednesday and it was awesome and so is the site.


^*Land of Lost Content is a gigantenormous database of 20th and 21st century commercial imagery of all sorts.

Edit.
I'll see if I can inline images from LoLC. Don't kill me Wayne Hemingway.

Squeee, it works!! Teh Sex!

Note. I won't go around inlining pictures from them. But it's good to know I can show people images from there. :3

Cross-posted from my DevArt (sorry Tempie :P):

Started my MA Media Arts and loving every second of it. Two modules running at the moment, Visual Language (research - easypeasy) and Reactive Media. Reactive media means artwork that somehow reacts to viewer/user's presence. Not necessarely interactive - just reactive. I know what I want to do: a machine that listens to the viewer. So you have to talk to it to make stuff happen. But what stuff? It will be a machine, and machines are made to do work. What can a machine that is fuelled by speech make or do? Build an object, power something else, move something, lift something..? I've been racking my brain and I can't think of anything. I really need someone to bounce ideas off of. I need suggestions! Help me!! I have to start planning this machine and I haven't a clue what it needs to do, so it is very difficult to start visualising it.

So, this is another installation of Halp iippo!. :P

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In other news, BA fine art Hallowe'en fundraiser party is held in a pub on a Sunday, so I can't attend. -_- Fine, I didn't want to go to your smelly party anyway. But they are being a bit stupid - aside from the sabbath-deal, people usually have to go to work or school on a monday morning, so why would they want to go to a party on Sunday night?
Asshats.

Certainly clumsy, embarrassing, unprincipled, and mean spirited things do occur in our interactions with other people that would allow us to take offense. However, it ultimately is impossible for another person to offend you or to offend me. Indeed, believing that another person offended us is fundamentally false. To be offended is a choice we make; it is not a condition inflicted or imposed upon us by someone or something else.

I'm not sure about that to be honest. Although if it is true, it means that other people have less power over us, and that would be a nice thing. But can you really have so much control that you don't get offended when someone gets really personal? Is getting offended a matter of choice? I don't know.

For the benefit of the infidels who don't read [Viking]'s diary:
http://www.lolcatbible.com/

We can has salvation, plz?

Couple of fairly cool sound things on YouTube, have a look if you're feeling like watching something. :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_SGwDhKTrwU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCTyEXOnQ-g

Why do people feel better after talking? Like why is telling someone something "a load of your mind"? What is it really about?

And then here's something for you to click:
http://www.martincreed.com/words/ifyourelonely.html

:O A real live photograph on an elf on this site!!!
http://www.subcologne.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=32&Itemid=83

Some recommended reading (yes, I get all my ideas from [Viking], and then I get them stolen by [ally]. Life is.)

http://www.nettime.org/Lists-Archives/nettime-l-9710/msg00025.html


There's also this
http://wizbangblog.com/content/2005/04/19/the-wisdom-of-p.php
:P

Right, thank you all very much for commenting on that Maccy problem I has. :3 I'd like to clarify that it isn't my machine (as usual), it's a uni one so I'll have to be careful about installing stuff on it (they don't like it when students do stuff like that very much, I understand).

How can you run .exe files on Macs? It says that it doesn't know which application to use to open that type of files, and suggests that I decide for myself -_- Can it be done?

I has iMac.
Is not so gret actsully. :/

68 unread in Suggestions?!?! :O :O How friggin' long was I gone?!?! :O


I apologise for this outburt. Please carry on. ^^

Elftown looks better in Firefox.

Eff off! >.<; </offended>

Developing from a Finn to a Coventry girl - A warning example

The Case Study.
The test subject was subjected to a situation where she either could not hear correctly or didn't quite catch something being said to her in a conversation.
In her first year in England, the reaction she had to the situation was to translate the response she would have in Finnish:
-What?
In her second year, Englishness had rubbed off on her from lovely native people, such as [deus-ex-machina], and she would reply with:
-Pardon?
In her third year, when she was cruelly removed from the beneficial influence of the above-mentioned individual, and left mainly to deal with people in the area she was living in, her response deteoriated to:
-Ehh??

It sufficest to say that the individual is, indeed, sent to Coventry.