Today in news that will please David Cronenberg and only David Cronenberg, it is now possible to shroud your smart devices in warm, flabby flesh that just loves being pinched and tickled.
Skin-On Interfaces, a line of smart device covers currently in development, uses artificial skin technology to create new input gestures for computers and mobile devices—all you need to do is poke, stroke, and press down on that soft, supple meat. This nightmare comes from designer Mark Teyssier, his team at Telecom ParisTech, and researchers from HCI Sorbonne Université and CNRS. (Cronenberg, we imagine, is a silent partner.)
Teyssier, who believes that “human skin is the best interface for interaction,” first came up with the idea after he had a compulsion to pinch his phone, which, sure, we’ve all felt at some point, right? His project has resulted in two different products: one with a uniform skin surface and another that promises the hyper-realistic feeling and appearance of filthy, probably hairy flesh.
Warren, the piece noted, isn’t the kind of person who is just gonna get her a beer: She lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts. She’s rich. She was a professor at an Ivy. But, as The Atlantic admits, “gonna get me a beer” isn’t posturing, it’s a typical speech pattern for somebody from Oklahoma. The thing about Warren that’s been irreconcilable for pundits and the political media: She may have taught at Harvard, but Warren actually is from down home. She’s both. And she’s deploying that personal story effectively.
Warren’s stump speeches are filled with personal references to the challenges of working middle-class motherhood—of finding and affording daycare and of the precariousness of it all. She’s claiming the narrative of the local girl made good, the woman who toughed it out. In politics, this story is usually trotted out by men, who want to tell you about a waitress they met in a diner in a key primary state and the homey wisdom she imparted to them. If you see it first-person, it’s more typically the stuff of country music.
Harris is such a buzzkill and Sanders is half-dead so Jezebel has to work up the spit to go down on Warren.
Gum. The key is gum. For the next 46 articles.
And delve into the contents for the category error that a condescending lecture is always a hard truth…
The Navy’s “Doomsday Plane,” designed to withstand even a nuclear attack, suffered millions of dollars in damages after striking a single bird as it practiced a landing maneuver earlier this month at a Maryland air station.
Hate Bird, The Bird That Hates… your plane
The E-6B Mercury was supposed to only touch down momentarily before immediately taking off again from the Patuxent River Naval Air station – but a bird was sucked into one of the plane’s four engines while it attempted the “touch and go” move, according to Military.com
Tim Boulay, the communications director for the Naval Air Warfare Center Aircraft Division, told the Navy Times the incident was a “Class A” mishap, which means there was at least $2 million in damages to the plane. The designation is typically used in instances of aircraft destruction and death.
No one aboard the Navy aircraft was injured, but the plane was temporarily grounded after the Oct. 2 incident.
This marks the second “Class A” mishap for an E-6B Mercury this year – back in February, one of the planes brushed against a hangar as it was being moved from Tinker Air Force Base in Oklahoma. The incident also resulted in millions in damages.
Imagine being this butthurt that a mass shooting DIDN’T occur.
Before it came out, everyone was terrified that the Joker would lead to mass violence.* Instead, weeks after its release, it’s mostly lead to people photoshopping Joaquin Phoenix in clown make-up into any image they can imagine. This, obviously, is a reassuring outcome. Rather than accept a supervillain’s ideology as their own, the world has latched onto that scene where he dances down a Bronx staircase instead, seeing in that moment the truth that comic book movie iconography should never be taken more seriously than its potential as fodder for dumb memes.
The fullest expression of this is a Twitter account called “Joker Dancing In Random Places,” which has been created for no apparent purpose other than to slap a boogying Joker into, as the name suggests, any old place its administer can imagine. Here, for example, is the Joker introducing a bit of levity to Da Vinci’s The Last Supper.
*Please note: A few dipshits on the internet do not constitute “everyone.”
I’m using SP’s computer to write this, and it’s weird, sort of like using someone else’s toothbrush. I shouldn’t be surprised at all the My Little Pony popups. Well, it’s better than her Barbie phase. Anyway, happy Wednesday morning, time to hump!
I was wondering if this was parody, then I checked out a few of her other stories. Holy shit, I hope she’s not getting paid for this shit- it’s not only hilariously stupid, the writing would maybe qualify for a B in a sixth grade English class.
Old Guy Music features someone who destroyed her own career in a spectacular way. Really, who gives a shit about the sociopolitical and religious stances of entertainers? Apparently everyone except us. SP and I saw her live during our Austin days, and it was one of the most entertaining and energetic shows we’ve ever seen.
We are in a place where governments throughout the world no longer give a shit about what the people say. I fear that there is some nasty shit coming, and there are people in the shadows that are overjoyed.
This is kind of weird. I am doing the morning links. How does this work? What should I do with my hands? Do I look okay? I’m not sure how I got here, but I’ll do my best. Which is nowhere near as nice as OMWC’s or Sloopy’s, but you get what you get.
What? What? No. Just hell no. Leave that heart-attack faking sonofabitch in the booth.
All right kiddos, kiddas and kiddxs. I’ll be visiting exotic and tropical Scotland for almost a fortnight, so SP has tapped me to fill in for Brett while I still have a computer to do it from (at work at least, bricked my BIOS on my personal laptop like a chump last night). I almost pulled all of the articles from BBC Alba so you could all practice The Gaelic for a bit.
Is Trudeau’s hair-game no longer on point? We now take you to mexican sharpshooter for glorious hair news: Canada election: Canadians head to the polls in tight race
It’s Holy Football Sunday Chez SP/OMWC and there’s green New Mexico chiles in our near future. The temperatures are almost bearable. We slipped a few shots of vodka in Mom’s oatmeal, so things are relatively quiet. I’m getting ready for a long week of my new company’s annual sales meeting, complete with Team Building Exercises. Apparently, “Fuck you, let me do my job,” is not considered a valid answer to the “getting to know each other” questions. And I’ve fallen in love with Amazon’s new HD streaming music service.
That was a damn fine get-together last Saturday, if I do say so my damn self.. Interesting back-and-forth, and that isn’t a euphemism. Well…not completely. Since then, we’ve had epic weather, illness, arguing, drinking, sexy time. In other words: a very Glibertarian week. I see you’re wearing something loose, like I suggested. And, since you didn’t play the “I don’t know; what do you want” game, and gave me some suggestions for hang-outs, we can inject some variety into this evening’s festivities. To whit:
Thanks to the awesome CPRM, I have a new avatar pic, based on the idea by Cacciatore. So, as of this posting I shall be opening Sir Digby’s Ice Cream Parlour and Woodchipper Emporium! Come one, come all! Just, you know—clean up after yourselves.
Oh, boy—Texas has a police problem, it seems. Since the Amber Guyger story generated so much talk last week, I was wondering what could follow it up. Well, it seems Texas stepped up once again. This is very early in the situation, especially as of my putting this together. No telling if any new information will be forthcoming. Here’s a I will say that, prior to the last four or five years, I would have said I much prefer the idea of being policed by Ft. Worth’s finest than by Dallas’. Maybe not so much, anymore. The city itself is still preferable to Dallas, but only just so.
I gave birthday shout-outs to fellow Augustinian glibs at the end of that month, completely expecting to make it a monthly deal. Of course, I forgot September. And then, Q mentions his happy ending birthday, so, here we are. If you recently celebrated, or, endured another anniversary of your existence: Happy Birthday.
Favorite products: If you were giving advice on items on which someone could spend hard-earned cash, what would it be? Whether were talking a luxury you indulge, or, something you figure everyone buys. One recommendation I would make is jersey-knit (t-shirt) sheets; specifically, the AmazonBasics line. Excellent weight/thickness (natch); very sturdy for jersey-knit, but not a lot of colors available. I’m sure that, like most items, jersey-knit sheets are not for everyone, but I suggest that anyone give them a try, as they are comfy and cheap. They do NOT last as long as your standard percale sheets, but, if you find a good manufacturer, I think you’ll like them. Now, it’s your turn.
This one’s for the ladies: Many of you say we live in the best time-line. I’m not completely sold on that, but this timeline does have Mike Rowe to be a voice of wisdom and sanity. The truly “best” timeline: Mike Rowe is Crusty Juggler.
Well, that pretty much wraps up my contribution to glib-verse. Next week is a Halloween costume party for ol’ Diggy, so, while I plan on putting up a post, I may be a bit late to the show. To sing us out, I found something rather interesting (yes, I intended to troll you lot, but…just watch the whole thing).
My wife is sleeping about 11-12 hours a night these days. Even though I stay up after she goes to bed, I’m spending way too much time with my head on the pillow. I guess there are worse things in life.
Watching the Astros tonight and ZZ Top tomorrow night. Then leaving on a jet plane for chilly Detroit on Sunday. Man, I’m gonna be knackered by the time I get on that plane. Luckily, I usually fall asleep about the time the plane stops backing out of the gate. Sometimes I make it all the way to wheels up, but usually, I can get a good hour plus nap. Then meeting death march! But first… the links!
