I have mentioned I am working on an army of robotic squid- they aren’t done yet, but here is a sneak peek.
I have 37 more brains to sell, but most haven’t been posted yet. Please drop me an e-mail if you are interested!
Mad science pins and more to come, if my maniacal machinations work out… first I have to borrow a respirator, and some eye protection…
And this is what 40 brains look like. They are going to have pin backs and magnet backs, soon, yes very soon… Muahaha.
You can see that the brains on the left have not yet been antiqued and glazed. By far the most common comment upon seeing these is “They look like candy!” which means you eat different candy than I do. But I’m not judging you, not at all…
Since I’ve been putting some snippets of fiction in here I thought I’d dump this one in too; it amuses me because I just found it as an e-mail draft to myself in 2005 and completely forget writing it at all, or what it is about.
Some old stories like this are worth going back to, to try to finish. I’d say… those are the ones I actually vaguely remember. I have a tale about a man named Woodbridge that I really sincerely want to finish.
This isn’t it.
“You can’t do that. You… just can’t do that. This is insane – those are children!” She knew she had the backing of the Mission. But he could be working for Weregeld for all she knew. She hoped he was – maybe they could finally get some answers.
“They are not genetically pure.” His voice was bland.
“OF COURSE they aren’t! No one is! Listen…”
“I am Order.” He cut the connection.
She cursed in frustration and cycled frequencies trying to reestablish the link. If this really was Order… a neural connection would be deadly. Or worse. She grew cold at the thought of those children. Would he perfect them? Could they survive it? The others hadn’t. Their noetic patterns were so changed they didn’t look like anything… anything living.
“Take it easy, Hunter – we’ve dispatched an F unit already…”
“I won’t take it easy! Get me a D unit too – he’ll slaughter them!” Send me. Send me.
“Hunter you do not call the shots here!” He spun her chair so she faced him. “And I am not sending you. I may only be borderline but your ems are off the chart. Downshift Beta. Now.”
She knew he was right, of course. She paused to realign her mental state. That was where Order had everyone beaten: no emotions. The scanners read him as less than an AI.
Well: the cold I had in the end of November has finally run its course. I know, that was an insane amount of time, but it turned into a sinus infection. Then, somehow I got vertigo, which I at first assumed was from the sinus infection, except it didn’t clear up. So I got a CT scan, which showed nothing (this is good) and I finally saw a neurologist this week, who said it was Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo (and actually, I had decided that must be it, via the art of Intense And Precise Googling, but you don’t tell a neurologist that). Basically the otoconial debris was floating around telling my inner ear I was in the wrong position, and it made me dizzy. He performed The Epley Maneuver which I am sure I heard Captain Kirk command numerous times on Star Trek.
So the neurologist moved my head all around in this maneuver and said “Ok, the chips in your ear are moved back where they belong, don’t move your head for 48 hours!” To which I cleverly replied, “Huh?” He went on to tell me to get a cervical collar, and sleep sitting up, and was pretty cheerful about it. But I had a dentist appointment in the morning, which had been postponed since about October so I was definitely going to be moving my head in the morning. He gave me instructions on how to do the maneuver again later since I was about to go foolishly get the ear stones all out of place again before they had time to stick where they belong. Anyway… that’s that, and thank God the dizziness was nothing serious.
PS. I am actually going to post AGAIN this week. No, really! Stay Tuned!
I’ve been watching this product called Zubbles with half an eye, since about 2005, because bubbles are one of the whimiscal things I find fascinating and dear.
So, of course, I hit aforementioned Buy button. They cost at least an arm, if not an additional leg. The story is that the inventor spent $3 million developing them!
Further updates as Zubbles warrant. Hopefully with photos!
I feel pretty gleeful at the moment. Tonight is craft night, so hopefully I will have more art to post later.
Ok, Vengeance is not really anything I aspire toward. Respect, world domination, ultimate power, sure. Not really revenge. But today. Today I have a problem.
My co-workers have randomly thrown out the little carton of half-n-half that I keep in the fridge to use in my coffee for the last time. They will pay, oh yes, they will…
What scheme can I use to keep the creamer from being destroyed against my wishes?
Give me your best and/or craziest ideas!
Speaking of crazy ideas, I say, by way of bad segue, I am enjoying a podcast called “The Gearheart” – it is sort of an arcane-steampunk genre, which is “all the rage” http://www.thegearheart.com/
I also just signed up to sell stock photography at http://clustershot.com/glimmerville