Really.
The article talks mostly about these so called 'mirror neurons' that have recently been discovered in Macaque Monkeys and even more recently in humans. They even call one of the theories used in describing what these mirror neurons do the 'Vulcan Approach'. We may not be quite at Mind Melds yet, but man are we getting there. go. now.
And one last thing about bloghopping. Go to any blog on blogspot.com. Then click the 'next blog' button and you're randomly dumped on someone else's blog. One warning though, there's some weird shit on there. I just came across an SEO pump page, just crammed to the tits with links and descriptions, and then some company's conference room schedule. Seriously. Makes me feel better about my own blog. Guess it's not that bad.
But I felt obliged to throw in an update about blogspot just to demonstrate how out to lunch I am on my own hobby. I googled bloghopping a few minutes ago and it turns out its not the original pastime I might have made it out to be.
But it's still fun, so long as you don't spend too much time on some teenager's rant page. Unless she's taking her pants off. haha, just kidding. sortof.
So things have been pretty quiet lately. I'll look back on this period of my life (indeed, all of my life 'pre-baby') as the calm before the biggest storm I'll likely see come my way. Superwife is now over 7 months, or 31 lunar weeks to be medical. She looks great and is healthy and so is the baby, so we couldn't be much happier with the way things are going. We go to our first prenatal class tomorrow, and I'm sure I'll blog some about that afterwards. Be good to talk to some guys paddling in the same metaphorical boat as me.
We've been reading books and playing music to the baby in utero for a few months now, and while some might consider playing orchestrated Star Trek child abuse, the baby seems to like it. At no time does the baby get more active than when I put the headphones on Superwife's belly. It's very cool.
So the new site for the relaunch of the Space Shuttle Discovery has just been unveiled and it kicks serious ass. I guess the idea that people are still uneasy about spaceflight after what happened to Columbia convinced the powers that be to try harder to sell the space program. So they did. And they enlisted the help of starship Captain Jonathan Archer to help them out. Makes for a really good web site. And the Star Trek sound effects they borrowed for the flash site is a nice homage.
Ok, so I recognize that talking about my fascination with Doctor Who may separate me from other scifi fans as a bit of a fringer, but who cares?
New Doctor Who episodes are being aired for the first time in years and the show is far and away the best incarnation yet.
I used to watch this show all the time when I was growing up, more for the campy fun of the show than anything else. Well, Tom Baker was pretty cool, and the two Romanas were really hot, and the TARDIS was a fucking great idea, and having a K-9 would have been handy, and that cool sonic screwdriver...well I digress. But I can sum up the new series in three words: It. Kicks. Ass.
In fact, I can thank my cousin for turning me on to this show. I used to watch it with her when I was a kid at her Mom's place when my parents dumped me off there. Would've been better for me if they'd left me there. lol.
Now you want to talk about a hardcore fan - she's your girl. This girl got herself a long brown coat and knit herself an 8 foot replica of Tom Baker's famous scarf. I'm almost positive that she was in high school at the time. And not that she cared, but I can imagine she got the holy fuck razzed out of her for sporting that particular look.
Now, how many of you would have had the brass cahonies for that one?
But she thought she was cool, and now likely all those losers that made fun of her are busy bringing up the next generation of unimaginative, mindless dolts that couldn't read they're way to the exit in a burning building, so now who's laughing?
See Mary-Anne, you just have to wait 20 years and you'll be vindicated on a blog that no one will ever read. haha.
But seriously, I am so stoked about the shows that are on these days. Its like a golden age of SciFi (cancellation of Enterprise definitely notwithstanding). Between Battlestar Galactica, Smallville, The new Who, even Lost, there is some really great tv on right now. In spite of all that fucking reality tv. Speaking of mindless dolts... ah, don't get me started.
Anyway, Doctor Who Tuesdays @ 8 on CBC. Now you have no excuse, right?
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I know, I sound a little like the boy who cried wolf (or yippee in this case), but the old guy bought the farm just this afternoon.
I only found out because a friend who came down with a bad case of Nascar Interuptus called to tell me about it when the network he was watching pre-empted the race for a shot of some wailing catholics getting the bad news.
Superwife and I were purposely not watching network tv, because we were sick of hearing about how sick the old guy was. On every network channel on cable. If you were anywhere near a tv today, you know how much worse that got.
Anyway, I'm giving this guy way too much exposure here, so I'll stop.
But I just wanted it on record that I called the whole thing. And that's why I bought a lottery ticket when I got the impulse to do so. Figured if that precognitive ability that my Mom always told me ran in the family (I shit you not) finally kicked in, maybe it might be time to go for the big score.
I'll keep you posted on that one.
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Oh, that's Giusseppe. My bad.
Well then I guess the April Fool's joke is on you.
But it looks like the old guy is finally on his way out. And man oh man, are the holies coming out in droves to show their support now. Apparently, the Pope's ill health is the only item newsworthy enough to make the noon, the six and the eleven o'clock editions. Guess not much else happened today. Anywhere.
Man, as I write this, I just heard 'We'll have the latest on a special weekend edition tomorrow, starting at 7 o'clock.' Whatever.Superwife put it very succinctly today. She has a very good habit of cutting through all the bullshit and getting right to the point. She asked me since Catholics in particular and Christians in general think that they get to go to heaven when they die, why exactly is it such a bad thing when the big guy decides its time to call his star quarterback into retirement?
Ok, the football analogy was mine, but the ruminations on death were hers. And she's right on the money.
If this guy is the head honcho's main man as Catholics believe, then isn't it a good thing that he's getting rewarded for a life of praying, not enjoying any of life's joys to excess, and completely staying away from the only thing that's really any fun - sex?
This is the part where I opt to shy away from the obligatory altar boy crack.But this whole circus that's starting just serves as another reminder, as if I needed one, of how far away we are from living in a society free of religious dogma everywhere you turn.
Anyone know of a nice quiet island that only atheists are allowed on? If you find one, don't worry about the ticket price, just sign the three of us up. One for me, one for Superwife and one for the baby coming that I can only hope has the freedom to think whatever the hell he/she wants without being constantly brainwashed by christian fundamentalism.
And that is all I have to say about that. For tonight.
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