Dan Sporer is the Cuckoo Clockologist. Some of the clock oddities are truly spectacular.
Hardscrabble
Treo Games pointed out Crosswords, an open source Scrabble clone, which I am pleased with!
Time travel
Apple //c: 20-year-old new stock, an eBay score. Mmmm.
Haints
Recent news of mortalities hither and yon – tard bombs, a suicide, another suicide, two or three recent murders, a pet put to sleep – has me musing on my relationship to my own dead. I am told I spend more time with these shades than others do, than is socially common.
I don’t have a useful means to evaluate these statements, so I mostly interpret them to mean “you’re a downer, and harshing my mellow,” and appropriately ignore them.
From my perspective, I spend no measurable time with my dead, they being, er, dead.
Yet I do miss them terribly. I feel them standing behind me as I walk around, massed in the blind spot behind me, crowding together so as not to knock shit off my shelves.
Additionally, on hearing news tying electrode brain implants to involuntary hallicinatatory real-time immersive memory experience, my first thought was that I will be able to see my sister again before I too pass away. And that is a happy thought, infected brain lesions excluded from the wetware calculus for the nonce.
Unclear on the concept
On my way into Costco for gas tonight, I was amused to note a brand-new Smarte car, one of those two-seat ultra micro cars that are just in distribution in the US, parked prominently near the entrance to this temple of American hugeness.
Surely the driver only swung by to pick up a single twenty-four pack of toilet paper, maybe with an impulse-buy forty-pound bag of coffee.
Postradio and its discontents
Having enabled streaming audio on my Treo, the primary current discontent is, naturally, format wars. Pocket Tunes is advertised as .wma compatible, yet accessing an ‘mms:’ URL produces no output, alas. Likewise and unsurprisingly, there’s no .ram support.
Of course, a key station in my transistor of the future (and past) relies solely on these two formats, and as the internet has ‘progressed’ in the past few years, the former practice of directing an audio stream to a free simultaneous transcoding service appear to be as dead as any realistic hopes for $1.29 gas or a speedy withdrawal from Iraq.
Those fuckers.