I just heard a commercial featuring a choir singing, “VW Passat EcoFuel only emits 20 grams of CO2 per kilometer… 20 grams per kilometer”, and wanted to comment!
I think the times have changed. 
Or put (perhaps) more succinctly by Joe P. Ickuptruck, “What kinda s**t are they letting on the radio nowadays??”
Regardless of mine or anyone’s opinion on biogas, this was on Swedish radio, just now. I love it!
Was looking for polygon modeling tips for Maya when I came across the site of this crackpot. Don’t worry, I didn’t read all of it, so I’m still sane. It only took about a few paragraphs before I realized it was a Dumpster of random rants connected by facts of dubious origin and “math” from an Amoeba’s intellect. Clicked on the inevitable End of the World prophecy…
“Did you really think that time is infinite? Well, it doesn’t really matter what anyone thought because truth is not affected by such idle theories at least. To think is not to know.”
To think is not to know, indeed. 
Was shocked to see the guy had gotten a book published with this kind of nonsense. I have writing skills, so I have some novels that I’ve started and subsequently stopped due to lack of patience. Must be easier when you just let bullshit dribble out your fingertips. Promptly crossed “getting a book published” off my life goal list. What’s the point if tripe like this slips through?
I categorized this as humor for its albeit short-lived entertainment value. If I ever turn into one of these, please shoot me in the head.
Oh, and sell all your belongings now, you only have until 2012 to spend it. Bwahah.
Yesterday I went for a trip to the big city. Big compared to my little broadband-connected village of 800 people, anyway. The Z88 came with (see ‘Technostalgia Defined‘) and travel time disappeared as I wrote yesterday’s blog on it.
The purpose of the trip was to go to my favorite electronics store, but it turned into a full day of exploring what the city had to offer. First I got some goodies for my Z88 and my soldering bench. There were shelves and shelves full of useful electronics stuff and tools, so it was hard not to go on a spree. Clas Ohlson stores are called the ‘Kindergarten of Husbands’, and there’s a reason why. (more…)
“How does a toothless man eat a Graham cracker with cheese?”
“Caerphilly.”
