New Google Tool Yields Interesting Results
Using Google's new tool, Google Insight, you can zero in on a population's interest in a particular subject.
A means for me to put down whatever rubbish happens to affect me at the time and to comment on today's news, when applicable. (Lately it's become more and more of a Second Life parable, though.)
Using Google's new tool, Google Insight, you can zero in on a population's interest in a particular subject.
Posted by Patrick at 5:46 PM 2 comments
Advances in Nanotechnology Lead to Healthy Cigarette
Nanotechnology has paved the way for a healthy cigarette -- one whose filter can absorb every impurity and release small doses of oxygen to the smoker, which doctors say will keep the smoker alive on average 5-10 years longer than a non-smoker.
This technology reportedly cost Big Tobacco $1-$2-billion dollars to develop and was years in the making. It is code-named "Last Laugh." It is expected to reap big rewards for Big Tobacco, which saw its fortunes decline dramatically when it was sued by several states in the '90s for malfeasance.
Essentially, the space-age filter is made of micro fibers, which can convert--or invert--toxins into pure oxygen. This has even health nuts taking notice.
"It will allow former smokers to return to their first love, smoking. It will allow lifelong non-smokers to finally puff up. It will allow us to market to grade-schoolers now," said Chief Technological Officer, Bill Wade.
"Really, the only thing about smoking that will stay the same is the smell," Wade said. "We found smokers are very nostalgic about the smell, so we didn't mess with it."
Wade said the smell of cigarettes will now be associated with "health" and "longevity," instead of the more negative associations of the past.
Posted by Patrick at 6:12 PM 4 comments
Labels: Bill Wade, cigarette, health, nanotechnology, spoof, tobacco
My posts may be spotty for the next couple of weeks because of a new addiction called Team Fortress 2.
I rate this "ESE": Extremely satisfying escapism.
Posted by Patrick at 4:07 PM 4 comments
Hadda Doobie: i walked past 72 of you here and not a single one of you is wearing a shred of tie dye
Morgantown Voom: hadda im not a hippie
Hadda Doobie shouts: you should all be arrested
Morgantown Voom: lol
Morgantown Voom: if it makes u feel better
Morgantown Voom: I dont got no shoes on
Hadda Doobie: how is your hair?
Hadda Doobie: nice and neat?
Morgantown Voom: bald lol
Hadda Doobie: ok lol
Hadda Doobie: you are excused
Morgantown Voom: hahahha
[a guy wearing tight white shorts walked by]
Hadda Doobie: i can't believe some of you are wearing preppy tennis outfits here
Morgantown Voom: hahahaha
Doba Despres shouts: i may not wear tye dye but i'll be dayam'd if i'm ever gonna wear anything preppy!
[Then he saw him]
Hadda Doobie: dude, that crocodile on your shirt
Cat Tomorrow shouts: Hadda: who made you the hippie fashion police anyway?
Hadda Doobie shouts: is that an IZOD??
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My first chance to talk to a Serbian in roughly two weeks...
I remember Milo telling me there was a McDonald's in Serbia (which has since burned down due to rioting). I wanted to ask about the McDonald's as soon as I could.
Patric Styrian: How is Serbia?
Konza Roundabout*: like always...bad
Patric Styrian: are you there right now?
Konza Roundabout: yes, im in Belgrade
Patric Styrian: is the mcDonalds back up yet?
Konza Roundabout: hahahahahaha
Konza Roundabout: i hate them
Konza Roundabout: i mean not McD
Konza Roundabout: hypoctrites
Konza Roundabout: they're destroying and tomorrow will eat big mac
Patric Styrian: true
Konza Roundabout: they didn't destroy pizza hut
Patric Styrian: i wonder why not
Konza Roundabout: i dont know
Konza Roundabout: stupid Serbs didnt know that hut is also american
Patric Styrian: poor things
Konza Roundabout: yea it's kinda..i feel sorry coz of ppl
Patric Styrian: as an American, i can't show my face there right now
Konza Roundabout: lol
Patric Styrian: i dodged milo earlier today
Konza Roundabout: we will say that you r from Kosovo
Konza Roundabout: :)
Patric Styrian: i like spelling Kosovo
Konza Roundabout: ahhh
Konza Roundabout: why must it be so complicated here
Patric Styrian: according to milo, serbia is surrounded by countries it dislikes and distrusts
Konza Roundabout: not really
Konza Roundabout: dont trust milo
Konza Roundabout: he's radical
Patric Styrian: milo and i share a house, and i remember coming home and seeing portrait of slobodan milosevic on wall
Konza Roundabout: pih
Konza Roundabout: i was in prison 1998
Konza Roundabout: political dissident
Patric Styrian: did they treat you well?
Konza Roundabout: what u think?
Patric Styrian: well, we have some prisons over here that are considered white collar
Konza Roundabout: ppl in america don't go to prison because of their political opinions
Patric Styrian: well, some do for not paying taxes
Konza Roundabout: hahaha
Konza Roundabout: yea
Konza Roundabout: you can even find hundreds of pages about our situation on net
Patric Styrian: one day and night, i'm going to do nothing but read about serbia
Patric Styrian: better yet, i think i'll give serbia an entire weekend
Konza Roundabout: ahh you dont have enough time for it in your life
Patric Styrian: i want serbia monday-tuesday, albania tuesday-wednesday, Bosnia wed-th...
Patric Styrian: i never will have time for america
Konza Roundabout: well you will finish albania in one week
Patric Styrian: lol
Konza Roundabout: Serbia is toooo old
Patric Styrian: Serbia is very young in our eyes
Patric Styrian: they haven't caught up to our technology yet, so they are young
Konza Roundabout: ahhh
Konza Roundabout: we don't have many kids
Patric Styrian: no?
Konza Roundabout: nope
Konza Roundabout: we r duying
Patric Styrian: awwww
Patric Styrian: i hope serbia can hang in there
Konza Roundabout: i dont know...first time since shit started i cant handle it anymore
Patric Styrian: conflict gets old
Patric Styrian: boring
Patric Styrian: predictable
Konza Roundabout: i want to come to usa
Patric Styrian: i want to go to holland
Patric Styrian: holland is full of nice people on here
Konza Roundabout: my best friend is living in amsterdam
Konza Roundabout: they all get high
Patric Styrian: mmm
Patric Styrian: country seems to run itself
Patric Styrian: everyone can get high there and country gets away with it
Konza Roundabout: And you can buy weed when you r not sick
Konza Roundabout: ;)
Patric Styrian: they allow weed there for when you're perfectly "well"
Patric Styrian: and it makes you "weller"
Konza Roundabout: yapo
*a pseudonym
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Zooming in to see if those are tattoos or clothes.
Posted by Patrick at 9:24 PM 0 comments
In a recent interview and speech, inventor/futurologist Ray Kurzweil said the following will happen:
* Ordinary machines will achieve human-like intelligence in the next 20 years.
* We will have the option of having tiny robots transplanted into our brains, which will increase intelligence.
* Every part of our body will have an artificial counterpart enabling us to live longer.
* Virtual reality will compete with "ordinary reality" as a viable alternative.
These advances will come from a mind-boggling "billion-fold increase in the price-performance of computers in the next 25 years," he said, combined with computers getting vastly smaller. How small? "100,000 fold smaller" (according to the BBC), which "would lead to blood cell-size devices... that can go inside our bodies and keep us healthy and inside our brain and expand our intelligence."
These "blood cell computers" would be able to "produce full immersion virtual reality from inside the nervous system," he said.
"Virtual will compete with reality," Kurzweil was quoted telling the Game Developers Conference.
Here is a neat summary of what Kurzweil said about virtual reality:
"In virtual worlds we do real romance, real learning, real business. Virtual reality is real reality.
"Games are the cutting edge of what is happening - we are going to spend more of our time in virtual reality environments.
"Fully emergent games is really where we want to go. We will do most of our learning through these massively parallel interactions.
"Play is how we principally learn and principally create."
After posting this, I saw these headlines--all quite randomly.
Posted by Patrick at 11:32 PM 2 comments
"Hadda, have you really lost your head or is it my viewer?"
"Try waving your hand over my neck."
"?"
"Try clicking on my face. You will find out."
Jane Atkey: yeah - nothing there
Hadda Doobie: happened about a week ago
Hadda Doobie: severe lag storm
Jane Atkey: how terrible!
Hadda Doobie: the first thing i did was check for a penis
Hadda Doobie: i could breathe easier after that
Jane Atkey: Did you have one before? A lot of avatars don't.
Hadda Doobie: of course
Hadda Doobie: first thing i did inworld
Hadda Doobie: maybe it's karma
[It was a very spiritual place]
Vojvodina Amiot: temple?
Hadda Doobie: i had two temples
Jane Atkey: So what brings you to Mystic, Hadda?
Hadda Doobie: i was never very spiritual with my head
Hadda Doobie: now that i've lost it, i'm way more spiritual
Posted by Patrick at 5:01 PM 0 comments
It's been one year since I met Yetrates at LaeMi's swamp.
LaeMi lives in a mountain near the swamp. She gave us a slide show of what she's been up to these past few months.
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All was calm at the Welcome Area except for the usual arguments.
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I kept spinning in circles until it formed a ring of smoke around JT.
"Ewww," said JT. "Contact high."
He didn't believe in smoke.
"C'mon," I said. "Do your long hair proud. Take a huff."
He said he was waiting for Iron Maiden to get back together.
"That's the sole reason for your long hair?" I asked him.
"Yes."
I heard a rumor that the drummer of Iron Maiden was found in Second Life quite by accident by another band mate, and they are planning to reunite, but only in Second Life.
"I heard that too," he said.
I am not too familiar with Iron Maiden, I must admit.
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I want to create a "Chessboard Queen" avatar and say this about her:
"She was Queen of the chessboard--moving like a knight. She was superhuman."
I also want to create a mouth made of cotton for an upcoming stoner art exhibit.
Posted by Patrick at 5:26 PM 0 comments
A German woman had some cross words for the fat American when their times overlapped. But it ended peacefully.
Posted by Patrick at 2:25 PM 0 comments
The sun was more intense with WindLight installed.
"My doctor says no more than 2 hours in Second Life at a time."
Lots of people were at the beach. There were all kinds of tattoos, including some exotic ones.
"My take-out carton has that exact same character!"
Nude people were everywhere.
"I may not have the biggest penis here, but I guarantee I have the biggest butt."
He tried hitting on one woman. Finally she went (Away). He kept pursuing her until she went (go Away).
Everyone was in shape, except him. "My body is the equivalent of two or three people," he conceded. "Needless to say, I am being pressured for a premium account."
There were the usual warning signs all over the place: "Warning: Don't Forget To Put Clothes On Before Teleporting."
Posted by Patrick at 11:44 AM 0 comments
Bringiton: rl i am rejected by people...sl i am accepted
Marra: sl is easier for the most part
Hadda: i am accepted by furries in rl, rejected by them here
Sudie: hahahaah
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Sudie: I'm curious what people might be thinking about when they make their avis...
Hadda: i started out with lots of tattoos, and finally whittled it down to none
Bringiton: lol
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Hadda: i didn't have a foot fetish, but i developed one thanks to second life
Marra: What do you mean a foot fetish?
Hadda: well, feet are so well crafted
Hadda: it's mind boggling
Marra: oh do u crave them in rl?
Hadda: i can't stand them in rl, but i study them in sl
Dizzy: lol
Posted by Patrick at 7:44 PM 0 comments
If you smoke a joint in Second Life the smoke will follow you around. It won't last very long, but you can definitely tell where you've been.
It also applies to vehicles and animals. Riding in a bus I saw my smoke contrails as we sped down the road. I ran up and down the aisle, trying to affect the physics, but the smoke behaved as it should: It drifted up or down, depending on which direction I ran, and which direction the bus was heading (but it especially favored going up).
Riding an elephant provided similar results.
I wondered if this applied to sudden movements too, like sitting in a chair located about 20 meters away. My experiments showed a trace amount of smoke remained after a sudden movement like sitting in a far chair.
I wondered it if it applied to teleporting short distances too.
I got no trace of pot smoke after teleporting from point A to B. No matter how short the distance, the same results. That sucks, knowing you can't appreciate a good smoke in the quantum state.
Posted by Patrick at 6:43 PM 0 comments
Overheard/Ethiquestion
"If you crash, but your body is still here, do we have the right to mess with it?"
Second Life Spawns New Word
A petition was made to the Oxford Dictionary for the addition of a word found in nite clubs all over Second Life: "Byeall"
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Items for sale in Second Life can range from the ridiculous to the sublime. Some blur these distinctions.
Posted by Patrick at 6:04 AM 3 comments
It was a formal event. He didn't have a head, so he arrived with his fly open. The men looked resplendent in their suits and ties. He didn't have a suit because he couldn't wear a tie. The man on the stairs was security, and was trying to prevent him from entering, but he was a very slow typer, so brushing past him wasn't a problem.
Halfway up the steps the sim crashed, so the guests' reactions couldn't be recorded.
Posted by Patrick at 6:18 AM 0 comments
The owner of a local company sent this along. This is an actual resume he received the other day.
(Highlights are his.)
Posted by Patrick at 8:56 PM 0 comments
Wrath Paine had the idea of having alts with the last name "Morrisey" (in honor of the singer) show up at various clubs in Second Life in Flash Mob Style. Basically, a call would go out about an event (via IM), and all these Morriseys would suddenly show up.
Posted by Patrick at 7:33 PM 0 comments
He was in a nite club scoping out a future head.
There was only one way to do his homework...
By taking lots of photos.
Posted by Patrick at 5:52 PM 0 comments
Reventon Piaggio shouts: I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY!!!!! I LOVE MELMEL BAGLEY
BigCash Hotshot shouts: Reventon STOP THAT PLEASE
Devilish Gears shouts: okay, we get it!!! geez
Adora Galthie: ffs
Hadda Doobie: true love is when it shoves other peoples' sentences off screen
Posted by Patrick at 5:06 PM 0 comments
Hadda Doobie: no nudity here
Hadda Doobie: no naked pixels here
Adora Galthie: lol
Hadda Doobie: I got around the PG limitation by secretly wearing pubic hair on my face, and no one was the wiser
Adora Galthie: Tsk
Hadda Doobie: sorry, stoned
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A gentleman was wearing a title above his head which indicated he wanted to be messaged about a new club he was managing, called "The Shop." "They are recruiting early," Soy noted.
To get his attention, Soy said "I was going to IM a woman about a new nude disco she was opening today." That got everyone's attention, including the manager's. Soy continued, "No one is allowed in her club unless completely nude." Nobody batted an eyelash at this information. Soy concluded, "It's the only form of discrimination that's still allowed."
Finally, one woman said something; she said she was dialing her lawyer.
"What for?" inquired Soy.
"Habit," she insisted.
"Call me instead."
"What's your Second Life number?"
"F2 F3 F4 - F9 F1 F9 F8"
Posted by Patrick at 10:44 PM 0 comments
The discussion was about twittering and blogging.
Someone asked for the defintion of "twitter," and I said "neverending nervous typing."
/
There was limited seating. The host apologized for the lack of seating, and I apologized for taking up so much room on the couch.
I got up from the lying position and used a fake "sit" animation from my inventory. It looked like I was "sitting," but I really wasn't. I positioned myself on the end of the couch. /
Now where's my first victim?
Here she is.
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INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population. |