Last week, I earned a Doctorate of Immortality from the Universal Life Church. Already an ordained minister of the church at the fertile age of 21 (one of the few tens of millions), I decided to take the plunge and focus my studies on the infinite. Though happy to have returned to the corporeal world with my degree, I assure you that the trials of an Immortalist are not to be taken lightly.
Ahhh, the soothing sounds of Koopa. This pleases me greatly. Yes.
Did it occur to anyone else that the parents of these performers are young enough to have experienced most of these games firsthand? The age of video game genealogy is upon us.
A genuinely frightening story from the Council for Secular Humanism, revealed that in several meetings with high level foreign officials, “Governor Bush,” revealed that the Iraq invasion was part of a fulfillment of the biblical apocalypse and that,
“This confrontation is willed by God, who wants to use the conflict to erase his people’s enemies before a New Age begins.”
More, by Mark Osborne, is regarded as one of the best short films ever created. Set in a dreary world where workers slave away creating happiness widgets for a voracious consumer culture, it could be a commentary on modern economics, anti-depressant culture, or the digital revolution.
While this piece won an Academy Award a decade ago, and is hardly new news, it was recently released in a larger IMAX format, which is enough excuse to watch it again…
Sorry about the lack of funny on this one; that’s assuming of course that you’ve found all my past posts as funny. Anyway, I wanted to post a quick note about hatred and the many faces it can take.
Yesterday, I was walking my daughter to a playdate in a local park and I saw something that reminded me of a memory that’s never left me.
If I were Google, I would be truly frightened right now. I mean, Bing now has it’s very own jingle, and a silhouetted man doing squat thrusts in its honor.
I knew it. I just knew that the New York Knicks were part of a global conspiracy to hide the moon-based Illuminati-run space fighters from the eyes of truthseekers. You should probably sit down before viewing this…
As featured in Wired magazine, the Cybraphon is an autonomous, antique-looking music box that is programmed to compose and play its own music. More interestingly. it’s also programmed to neurotically track its own popularity on MySpace, Facebook, and the intrawebs, at large.
A happiness meter featured prominently near the head of the structure reports on how the Cybraphon perceives its search for fame is going at the moment. Unlike its human counterparts, though, the Cybraphon doesn’t post inane facebook status updates of drunken weekend Cabo pictures in the vain hope of seeming more interesting. That remains a uniquely human convention.