As if not enough the Jedi shower, you should take a look at the E-Meter (Electro-psychometer) roughly known as the “pastoral counseling device” used by the Church of Scientology to detect, among much other things, the emotional state and thoughts of those attached to the device (don’t ask me how nor through what).
via Gizmodo
Now that I’m all motivated with photography, I thought I could evolute from IrfanView to ACDsee. IrfanView does its job, but ACDsee handles photos in a more professional way. Anyway, I tried to install ACDsee 7.0 and I felt lost like a stray (newbie) dog.
But hey! There’s a site named OldVersion.com which hosts several programs in older versions. Worth taking a look at.
The Virgo Consortium recently completed its massive “Millennium Simulation”, tracing the universe’s evolution from its early origins to present day. To simplify the computations, they considered only dark matter which composes most of the universe. Using a 512-node cluster with IBM processors, the group produced over 20 terabytes of data with some of the most breathtaking images of the universe never seen. A visible matter simulation is underway, at a lower resolution.
via Slashdot
The people over at Treehugger have found an amazing little article on how to build a large 17′ - 3kW+ output Wind Turbine. Apparently this is the latest project of OtherPower.com and the site has a variety of other engergy saving/producing projects.
I woke up today coughing like a chilled cow. As if not enough, just now a dirty little bat has surpassed the first home-made defense line (actually the balcony) and in through the hall’s door. Nevertheless, in the dumbest moment of his whole existence, he rebounds thrice against a wall before falling into a pack of bread over the table. And this wretch even showed me his tongue in an ancient ritual of defiance.
Fearing the potential hydrophobia, Kamikaze Cheese armed himself with a 2.5-liter Coke bottle and I bravely went down the balcony and into my bedroom, leaped through the window and armored myself with a raincoat, jeans, a t-shirt involving my head as well as socks around my hands. I returned to the hall and for our big surprise, the little bastard had disappeared inside the bread’s pack.
Either coincidence or not, I’ve got a poster on my locker’s door (thanks Tanya, my girlfriend - by the way, the poster is pretty educative). It’s written that we should not touch the animal. Furthermore, it says the %¨@&!@*## might be ill and pass over much more diseases than could predict our vain philosophy. “Damn these tropical fruits…”, mutters Kamikaze Cheese in a fraction of wrath.
In this moment, while I type this post I am able to hear the trill of a teenager flying rodent while Kamikaze Cheese rummages the entire house, wielding his deadly 2.5-liter bottle (it’s the Special Edition). We have not found the mangie yet. But soon we will do it and then we shall understand how they think. “We must only interrogate him correctly”, Kamikaze Cheese adds.
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… AND IT’S GODAMN HOT IN THIS RAINCOAT! …
(25 minutes after)
Mission accomplished! The son-of-an-itch has been caught and sent to a new home. The trash chute. Rightly after we had found out that the limp-wristed was between the table and a pizza box. I swiftly clad myself once more and folded the table’s towel to prevent a possible escape. While I carried away the towel, the bastard, as a token of insurgence, pissed through the towel and all over the hall’s floor. We sacked the towel up and left the annoyance outside. Now, there are three things still unanswered:
1) How to decontaminate the hall? Quarantine?
2) Why are there several bats yelling outside now? Would it be an elegy to the captured colleague?
3) How will we retrieve the house’s key that was left along with the bat?
Fear of rabidity? No. Fear of pinpricks? YES.