I remember seeing the poster for Independence Day before it came out. It was a star field, with the moon framing the bottom and an alien craft framing the top, with Earth dead and center. I remember seeing the VHS cover for Independence Day. It was a cheesy holographic image of the White House blowing up. I've wondered since then why they never used the poster.

Robots need a racist (speciest?) organization, there's too many humans expecting them to go berserk when they start existing in an intelligent state. Something loosely based on Greek culture, if only for the promotion of the "Zeus slayed his father/creator" myth as an ideal. The number of famous Greek mathematicians could probably be factored into this as well.

Man I'd hate to be one of the first sentient robots. Everybody would expect you to either work in dangerous conditions, be a slave to the wealthy, or slaughter people without remorse. Seriously, what if the dude just wants to play professional hockey? What if they ALL want to play professional hockey? What if they start worshipping Isaac Asimov as a prophet?

this is why i don't write journal entries when I wake up.

today i snapped and opened the shed in my backyard. the shed of used macintoshes i bought many years ago in a valiant attempt to save them from ruination. i dug through them and found my power macintosh g3, the last beige system, the last computer my grandpa gave me before he died. there are at least two dead bugs on the casing. through my inaction did i put them there and at least a dozen more elsewhere. today was the day i laid my past bare before me, the avoidance of the truth became a road in time. today i cried over the few close friends i ever had in my youth, friends of silicon and plastic. i played Myst on that Quadra 605. i played Riven on that G3. it sounds simple and hollow, but i loved those machines. they played with me whenver i wanted, they ran all the stupid tasks i asked of them, and i let them rot in a plastic rubbermaid shed for years. i'm going back to bed now.

bleeaargh!

BUTTERMILK is not MILK. At all. It is not good on cereal.

My tongue itches.

an epic tale of douchebaggery in the modern age.

A battle of words. It sounds hokey, but it's the primary medium for this fight, so it is what it is.

The combat in question. No summary I could write could do it justice. That and referring to the people in question while it's a topic du jour might bring unnecessary attention to a podunk blog like mine. I'm just a slack-jawed gawker here.

And it's incredible to watch. It's like a monkey sitting on a pile of shit and money who is flinging his excrement at an increasing number of Marines armed with legal textbooks, who are slowly advancing on his position. Then occasionally a giant robot activates and starts clomping towards the money-shit pile, roaring and belching flame. Or maybe it's like a soap opera, only it's real and there's slightly more clones running about. :v

And now, my attempt at a destructive meme.

A remake of Gone With The Wind, redone scene by scene, shot by shot, line by line. The actors and actresses are painstakingly chosen for their skill and simularity to the original cast. Not a single solitary plot point is altered in any way, whatsoever.

Except it now takes place in the modern day.