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Welcome to Life: the singularity, ruined by lawyers – comedy/scifi video on YouTube

I love scifi, but I love it even more when it gets silly. So there’s this. It’s set in the 2050s and follows somebody who’s just died in a car crash.

The style reminds me of the Wii start screen. (Yep, I’m weird.)

Welcome to Life: the singularity, ruined by lawyers – YouTube.

Do you think the situation in the video is a possible feature of the future? Do you think it’ll be really different? What do you think the future holds for uploading of ones mind? Are you slightly horrified at the idea of a digital copy of you roaming around after you’re dead? (I am. It’s a bit too Borg-tastic for me.) Tell me in the comments.

Have fun with your day.

Migraines, makeup, and RuPaul. (episode 2)

Someone in a community I’m part of mentioned having a dream about RuPaul.

The dream wasn’t that exciting, it was kinda odd, like many dreams are.

Anyway, since I’d read about this in the midst of a migraine, this triggered a thought.

The thought was an image of RuPaul chasing me down the street with a blush brush, yelling something about how it wasn’t a dragon…so come back here and stop running.

I don’t like makeup so much. If it glitters I love it, but I still won’t put it on. This has been vexing to some people in the past.

I love that goofy image though. And migraine-tastic thoughts still make no sense. lol


edit: So my friend says that there are staffers to do that for her now. So my response was this:

But see, she’d have to do it because I wouldn’t listen to anyone else. I ran away from all the staffers. So she got up, grabbed the blush brush, and chased me down the street herself.

Yeah. (Or something.)

So, in extending an idea that already made no sense, have I made more sense, or less sense? So many questions.

DSLR infographic.

DSLR cheat sheet

DSLR cheat sheet. 

(from http://community.digitalmediaacademy.org/ and http://livinginthestills.tumblr.com/)

edit: There are prints for sale of this right here. Support this guy and his work.

This is a glorious bit of info, but can somebody link me to its source article/post? I’d love to have more information on this.

I really wish I could afford a DSLR. Knowing me, I’d just wish my Olympus point and shoot had more manual control options.

edit!: Found it. Two links. Here, and here. :D

Musings of a migraine-soaked mind. (episode 1)

Migraines are painful. Light hurts. Smells you’d pay money for leave you cold.

And then….there’s the goofball things you think of, because migraines also mean thoughts that make no sense at all. Some are just..impossible to share. This one though? This was funny.

I started my dishwasher. This is wondrous event, because I often forget I have one and ignore my dishes, and then think about how nice it would be to have a machine that washes my dishes for me — oh yeah. That’s called a dishwasher. And I have one in my kitchen. I’m not in the Stone Age. Yay!

So, as I said before my ADD tangent, I started the dishwasher.

A few minutes later it burped. I don’t know why it burped. I don’t recall feeding it root beer. I fed it soap and dishes.

Maybe soap and dishes are a dishwasher’s burp fuel. I wouldn’t know; I’m not a dishwasher.

What does my brain make of this? Emergent intelligence.

“If the dishwasher burps, it’s an emergent intelligence.” — My brain

Yeah. Sure. It’s a dishwasher, you goofball.

I learned about emergent intelligences from Star Trek. I’m so full of Star Trek, I half expect Spock to stumble out of one of my ears.

I guess this (mentally turning my dishwasher into an AI) was the happy medium between saying nothing, and giving birth to full grown Vulcans from my ear.

Maybe I can now explain that it’s the massive amount of Star Trek inside of my head that’s causing my migraines. I’ve got several entire starship crews in my head, Doc. Of course it hurts.

Migraines are awesome, like I said. My thoughts make no sense at all. O_o

Spent the day melting down.

This is not particularly inspirational, but it does show something of what I go through. I like being inspiring, but I want you to know that I’m not just someone who speaks of happiness without knowing pain.

And so, this post is about my day.

I spent the day melting down entirely. My psychologist’s report cannot get here soon enough. I want to know what’s happening to me. :( Is it anxiety? Obsessive-compulsive disorder? Nuclear strength depression? Borderline personality disorder? What is it?

I wasn’t entirely unproductive today. I did start (restart?) my online store, and put two photos in it. Each photo has 3 sizes available, so that was 6 listings.

Sunday is my day of rest, so Monday will bring more photos to my store.

I know, it seems weird to have a day of rest. Maybe it doesn’t. I know it keeps me sane, though, so that’s why I make sure to not work on Sunday.

I may occasionally write a Sunday/religious themed post, but I’m trying not to. This blog is becoming my job, and I have to have a day of rest, or I’ll wind up taking it when I don’t want to.

And I don’t want another day like today. That was not fun at all.