Who (other than Kevin Costner) saw this coming?
Posted on November 17, 2008
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Somali pirates have seized The Sirius Star, a reportedly fully-loaded oil tanker that can carry 2 million barrels of crude and is three times larger than a U.S. Navy aircraft carrier. (This is not to be confused with The Siriusly Star, which is a rowboat full of 2 million Arby’s coupons.)
Along with the 300,000 ton vessel, they are also holding the MV Faina, an Ukranian arms ship that contains T-72 Russian tanks.
So, heavily armed pirates have a giant, full oil tanker and loads of weapons requiring said oil. Meanwhile, global warming is melting our polar caps and, if left unchecked, could flood the world.
Of all the two post-apocalyptic sci-fi-y Kevin Costner flicks, why did Waterworld have to be the prophetic one? At least The Postman promised continued mail delivery.
Written by Rick SneeBut will her mouth have a spam filter?
Posted on November 17, 2008
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A San Francisco artist has decided that the best way to replace her missing eye is with a web camera. Lindsey Wagner is most probably proud of the decision.
Artist Tanya Vlach, who lost her eye in a car accident, has used the power of the INTARWUBS to issue a challenge to engineers all across the world wide web: make an “eye cam” for her fake eye that can all kinds of things seen more often in science fiction movies than in real life.
Now, is there a problem? Of course. Power would definitely be the restriction here. The idea of having the wireless power magically “beamed” to the eye is theoretically sound, but putting it in practice is another issue, especially considering this power would need to be sent through a human body, which may have safety issues. The loss in such a process is considerable, and it’s not like a phone is some endless source of power in itself. I mean, I have to charge my iPhone at least once a day, and I’m not surfing the web on it all the time. How much power could be outputted by something that has to “dilate with changes of light” and allow a user to blink to control its zoom, focus and on/off switch?
Problem number 2: in 2047, Sam Neill will open a dimensional portal to a place where “we won’t be needing our eyes.” So, you know, we’ve got that going for us.
Inverse black hole creation question: What will happen if she looks at a live feed of her site in a monitor? Or is that sight?
Written by Chris "Chugs" TaylorSo much for their happy ending
Posted on November 17, 2008
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There really isn’t any way I can make this sound crazier than it already is. But what the hell, I’m contacting my insurance agent after this one.
Yes, we’ll take the full health coverage, partial dental, we need auto and sex insurance too please.
Written by Bryan SchoolsThe McBournie Minute: Enough with repackaging Beatles crap
Posted on November 17, 2008
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I’ll get to my main point in a bit, but first, don’t expect me to be going anywhere anytime soon. The U.S. Centers for Disease Control just named my hometown, Burlington, Vermont, the healthiest city in the country. Sure, I haven’t truly lived there for the better part of a decade, but hey, I’m healthier than you. Now on to other matters.
Paul McCartney, I have a bone to pick with you, and it’s not even about the fact that you’re looking saggier than usual these days. You too, Yoko Ono. Sure, you got the raw end of the deal and all the blame for splitting up The Beatles, but what you’ve done since then is what I’m here about. Ringo Starr, you’re OK with me. For the most part, you’ve kept to yourself and gone on to do other things like “The No-no Song” and you even recently announced you’re not going to sign autographs anymore.
But for the love of Sgt. Pepper, enough with the Beatles merchandise. Every year, some new form of repackaged Beatles work or book or home movie or biography or television special is released. Don’t act like you’re not behind it. Read more
Written by Bryan McBournie

