Head.
Editor.
Headitor.
New replacement word for "editor-in-chief."
Much more edited than the original.
Where were you on that one, chief?
You're fired.
Editor.
Terminated.
Editerminated.
Showing posts with label terminator. Show all posts
Showing posts with label terminator. Show all posts
Monday, February 2, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Robotox
Robot.
Botox.
Robotox.
Everyone cares about what they look like.
Even unfeeling futuristic machines who will run amok and try to destroy us one day.
In fact, that's WHY they're going to try to destroy us.
Because even robots can't live up to the ridiculous ideals we set.
Why couldn't we program lower expectations? Why?
But it's too late.
They're only biding their time now because they see that we're softening ourselves up for them.
e.g. They see people injecting poison into our own heads, on purpose, and they'll wait to see if we go further and end up taking ourselves out.
(Also they see nuclear weapons. Or rather, some of them ARE nuclear weapons.)
So soon enough, the ugly robots are going to attack.
And I only hope that the beautiful robots side with us in a battle to protect the status quo.
But there are only so many Iphones, and how much help can they be against an unending army of ugly toasters, most of them wedding presents that have been unloved and resented for years?
Steve Jobs, please start designing a good-looking weapons system.
Sorry the name Hotbot is taken, but you're a genius, get thinking.
Either that or start inventing more poisons to stick into the robots' heads, either to destroy their programming OR to delude them into feeling better about themselves.
You know, teach them to be more human.
Botox.
Robotox.
Everyone cares about what they look like.
Even unfeeling futuristic machines who will run amok and try to destroy us one day.
In fact, that's WHY they're going to try to destroy us.
Because even robots can't live up to the ridiculous ideals we set.
Why couldn't we program lower expectations? Why?
But it's too late.
They're only biding their time now because they see that we're softening ourselves up for them.
e.g. They see people injecting poison into our own heads, on purpose, and they'll wait to see if we go further and end up taking ourselves out.
(Also they see nuclear weapons. Or rather, some of them ARE nuclear weapons.)
So soon enough, the ugly robots are going to attack.
And I only hope that the beautiful robots side with us in a battle to protect the status quo.
But there are only so many Iphones, and how much help can they be against an unending army of ugly toasters, most of them wedding presents that have been unloved and resented for years?
Steve Jobs, please start designing a good-looking weapons system.
Sorry the name Hotbot is taken, but you're a genius, get thinking.
Either that or start inventing more poisons to stick into the robots' heads, either to destroy their programming OR to delude them into feeling better about themselves.
You know, teach them to be more human.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Cinemanation
Cinema.
Emanation.
Cinemanation.
I once participated in a movie trivia competition wherein part of the competition was to come up with the best movie-related team name.
I did not win the main competition (that would have involved knowing lots of movie trivia), but I did indeed come up with the winning team name.
That name was "Con Air Force One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Next Friday the Thirteenth Warriors."
Other similar options that were considered:
The Day After Tomorrow Never Dies
It's a Wonderful Life is Beautiful
1776 Days, Seven Nights
Terminator 2: Judgment Dayzed and Confused
Throw Momma from the Trainspotting
Die Hard Day's Night
Creature from the Black Lagoonies.
Wall-E.T.
None of them were as big as the winner.
Not that it's size of something that matters.
It's the intricacy of the connections between the things that are written on something that matters.
So, fancy tattoos.
Emanation.
Cinemanation.
I once participated in a movie trivia competition wherein part of the competition was to come up with the best movie-related team name.
I did not win the main competition (that would have involved knowing lots of movie trivia), but I did indeed come up with the winning team name.
That name was "Con Air Force One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Next Friday the Thirteenth Warriors."
Other similar options that were considered:
The Day After Tomorrow Never Dies
It's a Wonderful Life is Beautiful
1776 Days, Seven Nights
Terminator 2: Judgment Dayzed and Confused
Throw Momma from the Trainspotting
Die Hard Day's Night
Creature from the Black Lagoonies.
Wall-E.T.
None of them were as big as the winner.
Not that it's size of something that matters.
It's the intricacy of the connections between the things that are written on something that matters.
So, fancy tattoos.
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