Sunday, January 11,
2004 - “There is nothing wrong
with your television set. We are controlling
transmission. We control the horizontal.
We control the vertical. We can make the
picture roll, or make it flutter. We can
change the focus to a soft blur, or sharpen
it to crystal clarity. For the next 60 minutes,
sit quietly and we will control all that
you see and hear. You are about to participate
in a great adventure. You are about to experience
the awe and mystery which reaches from the
depths of the inner mind to... The
Outer Limits.”
Monday, January
12, 2004 - According to The
New York Times, robots cannot conquer
the world until they understand “um”
or “uh,” the bugaboos of international
speech-recognition programs. In Britain
they say “uh” but spell it
“er.” The French say something
that sounds like “euh,” and
Hebrew speakers say “ehhh.”
Serbs and Croats say “ovay,”
and the Turks say “mmmmm.”
The Japanese say “eto” (eh-to)
and “ano” (ah-no), the Spanish
“este, and Mandarin speakers “neige”
(NEH-guh) and “jiege” (JEH-guh).
In Dutch and German you can say “uh,”
“um,” “mmm.” In
Norwegian, it’s “e,”
“eh,” “m,” and
“hm,” and in Swedish, it’s
“eh,” “ah,” “aah,”
“m,” “mm,” “hmm,”
“ooh,” “a,” and
“oh.” It was a slow news day,
I guess.
Tuesday, January 13,
2004 - If you love cats, hate cats,
or “who cares?” cats, you’ll
love My
Cat Hates You.Abelard
is inwardly seething with fury, because
his Jedi Mind Trick has not turned him into
a cougar yet.Aishka
has been overheard reciting passages from
Mein Kampf as his owner is drifting off
to sleep.I
am Aja.
That’s pronounced ASIA, you stupid
bald monkey.Having
his dignity removed without anesthesia,
Albert
wears his cape quietly, waiting for his
chance.Alex’s
lust for the crunching of arthritic human
bones blazes in his eyes. See how he keeps
photographs of his elderly victims.Aleister
hates you because you’re an idiot.
He can hospitalize you in one bite. He’s
done it before, and he can do it again.
Wednesday, January
14, 2004 - In the spirit of the
golden empire, KGET
reported a Kern County Sheriff’s
patrol car with an official looking sticker
on the side reading, “We’ll
Kick Your Ass.” When contacted for
an explanation, Sheriff Mack Wimbish told
the reporter he didn’t have anything
to do with it, but he found out who was
responsible and had them reprimanded.
However, when interviewed, Assistant Sheriff
Mike Lafave said that, the week previous,
the sheriff had been parading around the
department, laughing and showing off a
magazine with a photograph of the same
gag. Department insiders describe Wimbish
as the odd man out, just trying to fit
in, with a little locker-room humor and
cop-shop shenanigans.
Thursday, January
15, 2004 - During the spectacular
battles in the Lord of the Rings trilogy,
filmmakers faced an unexpected challenge.
“We had 200,000 computerized soldiers
assessing the environment around them,
drawing on a repertoire of military moves,”
tells special effects designer Richard
Taylor, “each one determining how
it will combat the enemy, step over the
terrain, and deal with obstacles in front
of it. Fighting in the thick of the battle
had the spontaneous realism we hoped for,
but along the edges of the battlefield,
we noticed soldiers were turning tail
and fleeing,” Taylor said. “We
had to teach the computers to be brave
enough to not run away.” Or dumb
enough, depending on your point of view.
Friday, January 16,
2004 - “Whether the weather
be fine, whether the weather be not, we
must weather the weather, whatever the weather,
whether we like it or not.” Temperatures
dropped well below zero across the Northeast.
Topping the list of records was St. Johnsbury,
Vermont, with a low of 27 below zero. Boston’s
Logan International Airport recorded a low
of 3 below zero, two degrees chillier than
the previous record for Jan. 10, set in
1875. Record numbers of motorists, about
1,000 an hour, called the AAA of Southern
New England to jump start their dead car
batteries last Saturday morning, said spokesman
Art Kinsman. Now I remember why I fled Connecticut
for balmy Southern California and USC.
Saturday, January 17,
2004 - A chat about riddles unearthed
these classics.The
riddle of the Sphinx: what has four legs
at dawn, two by day, and three at dusk?Four
jolly men sat down to play; and played all
night till break of day. They played for
money and not for fun, with separate scores
for every one. Yet when they came to square
accounts, they all had made quite fair amounts!
Can you the paradox explain? If no one lost,
how could all gain?With
pointed fangs it sits in wait, with piercing
force its doles out fate, over bloodless
victims proclaiming its might, eternally
joining in a single bite. What am I?Whoever
makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it,
knows it not. And whoever knows it, wants
it not.