Man/machine interface closer and closer….
BBC NEWS | Health | Brain chip reads man’s thoughts: Brain chip reads man’s thoughts
BBC NEWS | Health | Brain chip reads man’s thoughts: Brain chip reads man’s thoughts
It’s early Saturday morning.
BAM! Something hits me in the head, startling me out of a sound – and enjoyable – slumber.
(to myself) WTF!!!!!
:abby: : “Who’s cup is this?”
Me: “What?!?”
Fumble for my watch. It’s 6:15. Great.
Abby: “Who’s cup is this?”
Much squinting – I’m not ready to wake up, and I’m definitely not ready to fumble for my glasses – reveals that Abby is holding two sippy cups – the light blue one I gave her last night in the crook of her arm and the purple one I gave :noah: last night extended toward me in the other arm. Ahh. Problem solved.
Me: “That’s Noah’s cup.”
Abby: “Where is he?”
Me (to myself) “Uh, you’re the one running around the house, maybe you know?”
Out loud: “Is he in bed?”
Abby: “No, he not there.”
Me: “Right, well, he’s probably downstairs then.”
Abby: “Ok, I go get him”
So, aside from the cup to the head, I’m not sure how much help I was – I’m 99% sure that she already knew where he was when this whole thing started.
Ok, time for a little venting. I don’t normally get into this type of stuff, but I have to, because it’s been driving me nuts. Keep in mind that I am neither a lawyer nor a doctor, and that the ramblings below are informed only by what I’ve read in the various media reports and by my own learnings and dealings with the medical professionals that have entered my life via various means.
As a parent, I can certainly understand the point of view of the Schindlers, Terry Schiavo’s parents – that they don’t want to give up on their little girl. But that is all I have – an understanding of their point of view as a fellow parent. I cannot, however, understand their thought processes beyond that.
A few weeks back :emma: and I went to the father/daughter dance, which had a Hawaiian theme. Looking good, eh? A good time was had by all, with the exception of us freezing due to the cold – she wore a swimsuit and I was in shorts and sandals. BRRRRR it was cold….
As usual, Emma was disappointed that we didn’t win any of the raffles, but she’s getting much better about accepting defeat gracefully.
Montage-a-google:
This is way fun: type in a search term and it will create a montage for you. Fast, clean, fun. My only problem is that you can’t save the resulting montage….
Need Some New Luster? Try Rosie O’Donnell’s Method: Create It by the Blogful
So, she’s got this haiku sort of thing going for her – and that’s nice and all – but c’mon Rosie, wtf? It’s just hard to read. Granted, it’s her site and she can do what she wants, but…. well, again, it’s hard to read and/or process. But good luck!
First and foremost, I love having this blog and all the chances it gives me to vent/share things. But if there’s one thing I hate about it, it’s all the idiots out there who seem to think that my website is there for them to spam and take advantage of. You know who you are, and cut it out.
Having said that, I’ve found a new resource in my battle against said idiots: MT-ProxyPlug. It checks to see if the commenter is coming through an open web-proxy and shuts them out. I don’t really like that part – I’d rather have it moderate – but the consensus on the page of the plugin seems to be that when they come in this way, it’s for no good, so what the heck.
I’m also happy to report that MT-Blacklist, which I’ve been using almost since it came out, is kicking ass and taking names.
Some stats:
Comment spams blocked: 19923
Comment spams moderated: 3600
Duplicates blocked: 84
That means that out of all the posts I’ve dealt with personally, 3600 have been moderated because they fit MT-Blacklists profile of spam – and I’d say about 99% of the time, it’s dead on. It also means that 19,923 times someone tried to “comment” on my site and link to their site, a site that was intended to make them money or sell some cheap ass product or just generally take advantage of the interweb thingee. That’s 19,923 comments that I never ever ever ever had to see – it just took care of them. That’s like 40 hours of work that it saved me. Maybe less, I don’t know – but that’s not the point – it’s that the plugin not only works, it KICKS ASS.
I’ve very glad that Jay now works for SixApart.
4 Non Blogs » The Sanctity of Marriage:
Like so many people lately, I have been concerned about the sanctity of marriage. I have been worried that the very essence of my marriage could be threatened by people with morals and lifestyles so utterly different from my own.
I have been thinking long and hard about this subject, and after discussing it with my loving husband, we realised that our marriage has nothing to do with other people and whom they marry.
More importantly, in our society that so values freedom, I realised that it’s ok for people like Jimmy Swaggart and Pat Robertson to marry after all.
Therefore, I have heard of military operations that were clumsy but swift, but I have never seen one that was skillful and lasted a long time. It is never beneficial to a nation to have a military operation continue for a long time.
Chapter 2: “On Waging Battle”
Be on the alert for a new opportunity.
So, I posted some photos of :emma: on the family website the other day, but don’t really want to link to it from here – only because if I do, then I’ll have to deal with all the comment spam and trackback spam that I’ve been dealing with over here. Suffice it to say that I don’t want that if I can help it.
Anywho, :emma: is doing MUCH better now. The surgery went well, and the only residual affect from the actual surgery – aside from the enui of being home all the time and the pain and suffering – is the small cut she has on her tongue, presumably from the clamp they used to pull her tongue out of the way. I had two of them on my tongue, so I know from whence she speaks – but that’s about it.
She did, interestingly, manage to pull a tooth out on the way home from the hospital. During the pre-op visit with the anestheseologist (aka Dr. Feelgood), she was telling him all about her three loose teeth and showing him which were most wiggly. She got in the car for the trip home, I asked her about her teeth, and she just popped the loosest one out. Very odd.
Interestingly, the tooth fairy was quite generous for this one – a whole dollar. The anestheseologist had said that he would “pay for” any teeth he knocked out – maybe I should have Jen hit him up for his share when she sees him next….