Internet! Come back, internet...
While I'm writing this, my internet connection has gone down. Even though it's late at night and I should be going to bed, knowing I'm disconnected from the collective gives me one or two butterflies. After all, it's one of the great precursors to disaster, right? Some of the other great ones include:
1. The power going out. This one was especially disconcerting to us kids of the atomic age after we were informed that an EMP would precede us going out like a Sarah Connor dream sequence.
2. The phone going dead. This is always caused by someone in a hockey mask.
3. The internet or cable TV going away: Someone horrible happened several hundred miles away, it affected global communication, and it's probably headed right towards you.
4. The cell network is busy. Busy? Or eaten for nourishment by some extra-dimensional slime beast?
All of the above are made even more cringe-inducing if they happen right after a loud, unidentifiable noise. And if you've recently consumed a lot of caffeine. I think I might need to take a few moments to gather myself, so I can talk about some TV horror:
"Fringe" seems to have decided to get moving on getting moving here at the end of season 2. I'm still not clear on how one universe is going to destroy the other one, or, to be honest, if the one we've seen where Gabriel Bell hangs out, is the one with all the freaky technology. For all I know (and I admit I might have missed something), the shapeshifters, the mirror and typewriter communicator, etc. might all be from yet another universe. Though it complicates things, I think I'd prefer that, since it would be as if Rod Serling had made his own little reality that's slowly gone off the deep end of one of his twist endings, and now they're provoking wars to eliminate other, more stable realities. I blame them for the musical episode, too. :)
"Supernatural" tells me that Matt Frewer needs to be in more horror movies. He can be nice and evil when he wants to be. He wears green goo well.
From the reboot/remake/retread factory comes an announced 2011 release date for a 'Planet of the Apes' prequel. Apparently, we make super-intelligent apes via genetic engineering this go-round instead of having the ape revolution started by the son of talking apes from the future. It's odd that they're calling it a "prequel," since in the original series, we already had that (Caesar's parents come back in time, he starts the ape uprising, they blew it all to hell), and I can't think of anyone who wants a prequel to the Tim Burton movie. Anyone want to lay odds that we'll see apes somehow using iPads against us?
But hopefully, they'll be as easily distracted as we are, and we can use this stuff against them:
- Since I haven't mentioned "Fallout" yet, here's a few photos from a house a guy bought that came with an oddly-stocked shelter/horde in the basement prepped for the end of the world. It even seems kind of reminiscent of the game. Even the Mac Classic looks like one of the dummy terminals!
- Welcome to Adverputt, a quite fun mini-golf game made up of ads for you to ignore!
- Most of the time if I accidentally type "billion" instead of "million," it doesn't disrupt the nation's economy.
- This next blog reminds me of the classic book, "Science Made Stupid" that I wore out reading in my high school library: Fake Science has all the watercolored science posters you'll never need if you want a career in research.
- The Maker Faire is coming up in San Francisco, and I see they're planning one for Detroit. For those who haven't seen some of the cool stuff they display, how about 'The Hand of Man?'
- I've always wondered how the DeLorean from "Back to the Future" dealt with this kind of thing.
- I believe this is from a series of historical games made for BBC4, but Trafalgar Origins is good fun for anyone who enjoys settin' sail, comin' alongside and givin' 'em the ol' long nines.
- I never knew you could use a dog for beatboxing purposes. Why was this kept from me?
- And we finish with puzzles, in Wake the Royalty: Level Pack. More levels of geometric nobility being harassed for our entertainment.