Why do I mention this now? Well, Dr. Geek is having a Science Fair! I kid you not. Dr. Geek is teaming up with the South Florida Museum for a huge even on 27 September 2014. I am even flying out to Florida to help out. Seriously, if you are going to be anywhere near the area, you should join us. You might even get to meet Snooty the Manatee. Or talk about flying cars. Who can say?
Once upon a time, my friend Scott (with whom I do the Articles of the Shadow Proclamation Doctor Who podcast) told me that he was starting a new podcast, and would I be the voice of the creepy computer for him. I have always wanted to be the voice of a creepy computer, so of course I said yes.
That podcast became Doctor Geek’s Laboratory, the podcast of science from fiction. We’ve looked into The Flying Car and the Privatization of Space, among other things. The podcast has both skits that look into possible futures, and interviews with real people about things happening now.
And now? Now season one has come to CD! It’s real. I’ve held it in my hand! If you want a copy you can get one from here (and also Amazon).
This is a detail view from Charles Babbage’s Difference Engine #2 (with which I am obsessed.) If you aren’t familiar with Babbage and his work, click on the link and get in the know. In the Difference Engine art and math combine to create some of the first stirrings of the computer age. Watch the thing in motion. Seriously. I was lucky enough to see it in person during a previous visit to the Computer History Museum. …Okay, I’ll stop now.
…And the song obsession I’ve has for the last 3 days (I watched the video, then immediately bought the song and I’ve been listening ever since) is: (I’m the One That’s) Cool by The Guild/Felicia Day. Fair warning for the sensitive (like me): this video shows depictions of bullying (seemingly from the memories of the characters). If this is something you might have trouble with, just listen rather than watch. The song is great. It’s a “Ha! Geeks are cool now!” anthem.
Luckily, I don’t think that anyone saw me rocking out in my cube.
You may yet remember that I get obsessed with songs. Well…here is Sunday’s song obsession: Abney Park – Steampunk Revolution. I think I’ve listened to it 100 times already, and I can’t wait for the album to come out.
Why did I get obsessed by this one? Well, 1)I love Abney Park 2)I groove on the Steampunk aesthetic 3)The tune is catchy and I can dance to it (in my room…and possibly in my cube).
We went to the Computer History Museum again the other day, armed with cameras. This is the entrance (well…the sign for the current exhibit at the entrance).
April is National Poetry Month. I don’t promise a poem a day, but at least a few poems will appear…and I’ll mix it up with some images that could be seen as poetic. (If you look at them a certain way…) We start with a signpost. Let’s see what’s inside together, eh?
Frisbee had been ill for almost a year, not that anyone seemed to have told him. We thought we’d lose him in early 2011, but with treatment he perked up and was right back to his old tribble-purred self. And then, right smack dab in the middle of the holidays just passed, his health took a major nose-dive. But, being Frisbee, he held on a while longer, and quite enjoyed sitting under our first Christmas tree.
We didn’t even get Frisbee until a few years ago when his people had to move away. I didn’t complain. I’d known him for years, and he was more than welcome. He was originally supposed to join them when everything got settled, but I was selfishly pleased to keep him. He enjoyed play fighting with Sam, our tabby. He kept my MIL company during the day. He had the most amazing silent meow that he would occasionally use if extreme cuteness was required. The most laid back and mellow cat I’ve ever met was our Fris. I mean…he let small children use him as a pillow and had none of the traditional vacuum fear. Mind you, woe betide anyone who didn’t wake up when he wanted them to. He’d go from batting your face to licking your eye to just curling up on your head, depending upon the situation.
I’ll miss his habit of curling up on anyone lying down long enough. My iPad isn’t quite as much fun, now that he isn’t constantly trying to sit on it. My kitchen is empty in the morning when he’d normally be begging for treats. I even miss the “claws-in-my-thigh-pay-attention-to-me” thing.
We miss you Mr Frissers, and we hope you’ve found a nice warm vent to sleep next to in Heaven.