From a BBC News headline: “Mouse grounds SAS plane in Stockholm”. A “security risk” (of chewing on electric cables I guess?), the rodent couldn’t be captured in time, and 250 passengers for Chicago were left stranded in Sweden this Tuesday. … Lire la suite
Even word processing, apparently. Behold the “Text editors in the LOTR”! (Via Making Light.) MS Word, TextMate, emacs…
For instance, emacs is Fangorn:
Vast, ancient, gnarled and mostly impenetrable, tended by a small band of ancient shepherds old as the world itself, under the command of their leader, Neckbeard. They possess unbelievable strength, are infuriatingly slow, and their land is entirely devoid of women. It takes forever to say anything in their strange, rumbling language.
Oh, and before vi fans start smirking, be aware that in this universe, vi is the Moria!
The Wizard translates: “We cannot get out! We cannot get out! They are coming!”
(But where’s OpenOffice/Libre Office, MS Word’s competitor, eh? Is that Saruman’s Orthanc, the Barad-dûr wanabee? Hmm. Not going to say anything about this one…)
Publié dans Books, Miscellanotopia
Tagué emacs, fantasy, geeks, Lord of the Rings, Microsoft, text editors, Tolkien, vi, weird, word processors
Beware of acacia trees in Africa: they may contain lions… (Gorgeous pic from National Geographic, gleefully blogged by – of course – P. Z. Myers.)
Lions, Kenya (photo: Mrs Wai Chun Turnbull)
Of course, being the geek I am, I can’t help thinking of this photo too…
(more Lolcats and funny pictures)
You know what this also reminds me of? Science-fiction. Remember the bio-engineered « kitten tree » in Lois McMaster Bujold’s Cetaganda? Some find it creepy, others just… Perfect. Horribly and adorably perfect.
No pet was harmed to make this video. To the exact contrary, indeed!
From the files of cuteology central, a.k.a. Cute Overload, as well as the funny guys at ICHC.
Behold, the Cat That Lives Under The Desk hath spoken: thou shalt offer It all your pens, and this will be a sign of Covenant between Cat and puny humanity!
Be glad it’s only office furniture, mortal, and not your first-born child…