I know that when I need to post updates to my latest regressions of Shakespeare back into his native Klingon, I turn to the exolinguist's best friend: the Mac coding tool BBEdit*. I fire it up, and select File > New > HTML Document, then choose Klingon from the Language pop-up menu.
I'd better make sure I haven't dishonored my family unto the severalth generation, consigning myself and them to Gre'Thor, by checking that the page is well formed (Markup > Check > Document Syntax).
Our users will know fear and cower before our software! Ship it! Ship it and let them flee like the targs they are!
Debugging? Klingons do not debug. Our software does not coddle the weak.
This code is a piece of gagh! You have no honor!
*Version 9.6 still doesn't suck.
Image by SocialTechnologies.com via Creative Commons license.
"My son and I went as robots today; it was a lot of fun, although it made it very difficult to do anything. I also did the puppy up with some bat wings. All the teenage girls who came round trick-or-treating went absolutely *crazy* over her.
"We went as Tetrominos (Tetris pieces). The best part was trying on boxes in Staples and being given very strange looks by the other customers. The worst part was the complete lack of peripheral awareness and frequent bashing-into-things."
A smorgasbord of signs that resembled T-shirt slogans popped up at the Stewart/Colbert Rally to Restore Sanity/Fear. Buzzfeed assembled a top 100 list from Flickr, many of which involve mild visual jokes, such as "Spelling C(o)unts," and "Obama Is Not the Devil, I Am" (carried by a man in a devil suit). Our lord and pasta, the great noodly appendaged one, had his followers present. I wonder how many signs were paraphrased from BustedTees, and how many will wind up on such shirts in the next few days?
The arms are operated by a lever at the shoulder joint. The elbows and hands are made springy with piano wire. The lower body is a skeleton grabbed from Google images, applied to 1/4 inch plywood and jointed with bicycle inner tube rubber. The jaw is operated similarly to the arms. All for the Greenwich Village Halloween Parade tonight.
"Made from 2 32-gallon plastic trashcans. Except, though I could contort to fit in it, I realized I couldn't with the hardhat/headlamp, so I had to add 12" of a 3rd 32-gallon plastic trashcan. The mesh in the window is made from the bag that oranges come in."
Boing Boing reader and dad William Dikel writes in to tell us,
"Gabe Dikel is a creative artist/painter/filmmaker living in Brooklyn. In a sudden flash of creativity, he saw himself as a Che T-shirt, and with the help of his brother, a piece of cardboard and some orange and black paint: Voila! Everyone wanted to wear him, as is illustrated in these pics."
The Pennsylvania Attorney General has brought suit against the Unicredit Debt Resolution Center in Erie, PA. According to the suit, Unicredit dressed its employees in fake sheriff's deputies uniforms to lure debtors out of their homes with unenforceable orders, and took them to a fake courtroom where another employee pretending to be a judge told them they could go to jail if they didn't pay up.
"Can I look at your fake courtroom?" Parsons asked.
"First of all, that's an allegation that supposedly someone said, so talk to the attorneys," Covatto said. "You guys have a nice day. That's all I got to say."
The Attorney General's Office told Team 4 that Unicredit lured debtors to the building by sending employees who appeared to be sheriff's deputies to their homes, implying that they would be taken into custody if they failed to appear at the phony court hearings.
"It really galls me that someone would stoop that low," Erie County Sheriff Robert Merski said. "This certainly seems to be a scam, and it upsets me that they are trying to play on the integrity of this office, the office of sheriff. We've been here since the beginning of the United States."
The lawsuit accuses Unicredit of intimidating debtors into revealing their bank account numbers, even turning over the titles to their cars once they got them inside the building.
Jonathan Guberman from the Site 3 coLaboratory in Toronto made the "Automatypewriter," an Arduino-controlled typewriter that acts as both input and output device. He's rigged it to play Zork!
Each key is attached by fishing line to a solenoid, an electromechanical device that pulls down when electric current is passed through it. The solenoids sit behind and underneath the typewriter in a multi-layer structure. The solenoids are connected to a MOSFET, which allows the lower-power parts of the circuit to control the high-power solenoids.
The MOSFETs are connected in sets of eight to shift registers (integrated circuits that can, amongst other things, expand the number of outputs on a microcontroller). The shift registers are connected to an Arduino, which is connected to a computer via USB. When the computer sends a character to the Arduino, the Arduino chooses which solenoid to fire and sends that information to the shift registers.
Above, Philip Neustrom and friend Ron Baker last night at DNA Lounge in San Francisco. Philip, at left, is dressed as Wikileaks founder Julian Assange. Baker, at right, is Pfc. Bradley Manning, the soldier believed to have leaked secret documents to the whistleblower website (he is currently in military jail, awaiting trial.)
Too soon? Eh, not for me to say. These two figures are nothing if not folk heroes. But don't ask, don't tell indeed. Philip tells Boing Boing,
Some totally unrelated and somewhat-drunkely-typed backstory: When we
were getting the Manning outfit supplies from a military surplus store
in Berkeley, the guy ringing us up asked, "Hey, what are you dressing
We showed him a picture of Manning and gave a little
explanation. He got it immediately and then told us this story, with
the preface that we were probably "far too young to get it"--
So a few weeks back, an older woman walks into the store and says
something like, "Do you folks have any goggles? My grandson is going
to burning man.."
The guy helps her find some goggles, and as he's
ringing her up he looks down at her credit card. "Ellsberg..any
relation to Daniel Ellsberg?" "Oh..well, he's my husband!"
Not exactly the types I'd expect to be running a military surplus
store. Regardless, the guy hooked us up and we got like $150 worth of
stuff for $20!
Aram Bartholl is mortaring USB drives into walls, curbs, and buildings around New York. These dead drops, as he terms them, are peer-to-peer file transfer points with true anonymity. Bartholl has a residency with EYEBEAM, a truly fascinating incubator of and studio for new ideas in technology and art.
The furtiveness of squeezing your laptop or mobile against a wall is rather intimate--these may be dead drops, but they're also data glory holes. And one more thing, too. The concept pricked at my memory, until I remembered the Finn from William Gibson's Neuromancer universe. In Mona Lisa Overdrive, the Finn has lost his corporeal form, but Molly seeks out his advice in a disreputable alley.
A tight beam of very bright light...descended until it found the thing at the base of the wall, dull metal, an upright rounded fixture that Kumiko mistook for another ventilator...
Sally stepped forward, the beam held steady, and Kimiko saw that the armored thing was bolted into the brickwork with massive rivets. "Finn?"...
"Moll." A grating quality, as if through a broken speaker. "What's with the flash?"
I made an Astronaut Costume this year. My Spacesuit includes a working movable visor, in-helmet lighting, magnetically attached "air-hoses", and a spacepack with built in speakers for my iPod to play some spacejams.
The helmet is made of papier mache, bondo, and an old wetsuit.
The spacepack is made of cardboard and includes an old boombox I took apart to fit inside. The rest is a painter's suit, some gloves, and custom shoes.
No, really: "Mark 11:12-14
The next day as they were leaving Bethany, Jesus was hungry. Seeing in the distance a fig tree in leaf, he went to find out if it had any fruit. When he reached it, he found nothing but leaves, because it was not the season for figs. 14Then he said to the tree, 'May no one ever eat fruit from you again.' And his disciples heard him say it."
In a reversal of long-standing policy, the U.S. Justice Department announced on Friday that naturally occurring genes—human or otherwise—could not be patented. This ruling does not include manipulated or altered genes. So, for instance, you can still patent the specific, fiddled-with genes behind a GM crop. But, this is still a very big deal. Right now the genes associated with increased risk of breast cancer are patented and, thus, there is only one, very expensive, test available to look for them. In March, a judge ruled those patents invalid. And now it looks like the federal government is backing up that ruling.