Sunday, October 31, 2010

Tis Merely a Flesh Wound!

If only the Black Knight had access to the wonders of modern technology.

The Wake Forest Institute for Regenerative Medicine has developed a skin printer.
The main difference is that instead of ink, the skin printer will have two heads that propel a combination of skin cells, collagen, and blood coagulants onto the wound. The two compounds form skin once they are mixed together at the print head, in much the same way epoxy glues harden when the two parts are mixed together.
I'm familiar with various kinds of 3D modeling printers, but this technology is pretty awesome.  It has the potential to revolutionize the treatment of burns and other skin traumas.

Living in the future is awesome.


Saturday, October 30, 2010

Bad Execution, turned to 11

When I leave my computer downloading all night, and your 4.76 GIGABYTE patch is still only half done, that should indicate something.  Yes, I'm looking at you, Blizzard.  I've heard enough awesome things about 4.0 to mute my current haterage a bit, but seriously, why couldn't you have broken this up into a couple smaller elements and released them spaced out a bit?  I really don't want to wait another 4 hours to play a game I was looking to play last night.  And I have a relatively quick connection.  I feel bad for guys like Marko who're REALLY out there and have a much slower connection.

Seriously, who thought this was a good idea?  They need kicked in the nuts for ignorance on a massive scale.


Friday, October 29, 2010

For the upcoming holiday

As we go into this weekend, and the best holiday of the year, the blogosphere has some rules to live by.

Patrick over at Popehat started it, with 25 rules to survive the psychopaths.  Labrat added her own wisdom.  Listen to them and live.

Stingray, in true Stingray fashion, delivers helpful hints for being a better madman.  It's kinda like Seven Habits of Highly Effective People, for the criminally insane.

And Alan delivers the finest and truest rules of the season, culminating in:

Let the kids be kids for one night at least.

I recommend reading them all, but if you only have time for one, read Alan's.  Seriously.  It's a reminder of why I always loved Halloween.


Thursday, October 28, 2010

An open note to politicians

I may well agree with 90% of what you say, but if the other 10% is either batshit nuts, or obviously and egregiously outside of your ability/authority, it negates the entirety of your platform, with extreme prejudice.

Just a friendly reminder.


Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Gaining understanding

I think I understand the PBR lovers a bit more tonight. I had my first Budweiser in months, after a stretch of drinking good local beer. It was like going home, in a way. Yeah, it wasn't near as good as what I've been drinking, but it was familiar and comfortable. So maybe now I have to give the Blue Ribbon boys a break. Who knows?

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Saturday, October 16, 2010

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Truly awesome

Larry Correia rolls over 1,000,000 hits and paints the awesomest picture ever.

Congratulations, Larry.  Keep it up.


Saturday, October 9, 2010

Alan C. Baird...

is a flaming spineless chickenshit motherfucker.  Or he would be, if he had the equipment to fuck.

Read, if you can stomach



Okay, yeah, I know, it's, and I should know better.  But damn it all to hell, how many times do we split the cake*?  And now, they're not even trying to hide it.  They want us all dead.  Fine by me, Alan.  You come pick em up yourself.

Molon Labe, you worthless piece of shit.


H/T to Ry Jones

* "splitting the cake" references this most awesome quote.

Let's say I have this cake. It is a very nice cake, with "GUN RIGHTS" written across the top in lovely floral icing. Along you come and say, "Give me that cake."

I say, "No, it's my cake."

You say, "Let's compromise. Give me half." I respond by asking what I get out of this compromise, and you reply that I get to keep half of my cake.

Okay, we compromise. Let us call this compromise The National Firearms Act of 1934.

There I am with my half of the cake, and you walk back up and say, "Give me that cake."

I say, "No, it's my cake."

You say, "Let's compromise." What do I get out of this compromise? Why, I get to keep half of what's left of the cake I already own.

So, we have your compromise -- let us call this one the Gun Control Act of 1968 -- and I'm left holding what is now just a quarter of my cake.

And I'm sitting in the corner with my quarter piece of cake, and here you come again. You want my cake. Again.

This time you take several bites -- we'll call this compromise the Clinton Executive Orders -- and I'm left with about a tenth of what has always been MY DAMN CAKE and you've got nine-tenths of it.

Then we compromised with the Lautenberg Act (nibble, nibble), the HUD/Smith and Wesson agreement (nibble, nibble), the Brady Law (NOM NOM NOM), the School Safety and Law Enforcement Improvement Act (sweet tap-dancing Freyja, my finger!)

I'm left holding crumbs of what was once a large and satisfying cake, and you're standing there with most of MY CAKE, making anime eyes and whining about being "reasonable", and wondering "why we won't compromise".


Tuesday, October 5, 2010

My turn

A while back, Bex got to show off her new toy, and now, it's my turn!

As she said, I have a thing for duty-size guns.  It's just how I roll.  So when I saw this little gem in the case at my local funhouse tagged for $325, I knew I was gonna go home with it, even as I briefly hemmed and hawed (and checked the bank account to see where to pull the funds from.)

Anyways, without further ado...

 (As always, click to embiggify.)

Talked him into eating the tax, so a 4473 and $325 later, my new friend came home with me!  Now, I just need to find some decent wood for her, and make or buy a decent leather holster.  Should make a gorgeous OC gun for this cowboy town.


Friday, October 1, 2010

We all knew Barry was a liar

...and A fink for that matter, too. (Bring On the ban, if you can get Michelle to give back your balls.)

Obumblecare was supposed to lower everybody's insurance premiums and health care costs, and give everybody an orangutan named Clyde to chill with. Which we all knew was BS, because that many orangutans named Clyde would be confusing.

That, and if you want to see the true cost of something, make it free.

This was driven home to me last night. On the heels of radio news saying McDonalds was looking at dumping their health coverage (great uninteded consequence there, eh?) I came home to a letter from my company (not MickeyD's) indicating that for 2011, my insurance premium was going up by $50 a month, and my company's portion was going up by $100. Thanks, Barry, Harry, and Nancy. You just set me back by an extra $600 per year. And you cost my company $1200, just for me. Run that math across our 10000 employees, and my company just got whacked for TWELVE MILLION dollars.

How's that for stimulation.

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