Many machines on Ix

New machines.
Apr 13
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I got to boogie

I got to boogie

Apr 12
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This is the only song I need for at least the next three weeks.

Apr 07
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SportsCenter for some reason insists on broadcasting shots of highlights playing on television screens.

SportsCenter for some reason insists on broadcasting shots of highlights playing on television screens.

Apr 05
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Female mortality rates, 1992-2006.  Red counties reflect an increased mortality rate, blue counties reflect a decrease.

Female mortality rates, 1992-2006.  Red counties reflect an increased mortality rate, blue counties reflect a decrease.

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3 songs from Radioculars, April 3

Amanda was talking about this like it’s an actual thing, which is of course ridiculous.  I had an early favorite, but on further review, this was actually very close.

 

Apr 04
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That’s right, now you can rep Glen Park just like me.  Order by April 8.

That’s right, now you can rep Glen Park just like me.  Order by April 8.

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Apr 03
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THIS IS A GOOD JOKE

THIS IS A GOOD JOKE

Apr 02
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Mar 28
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“Wanna take a ride?”
Despite my better instincts I was re-watching Contact on tv tonight.  I saw this movie in the theater, in college, on what I didn’t think at the time was a date was a viciously intelligent girl whom a lot of my fiends were obsessed with.  I honestly don’t remember how I ended up going to this movie with her, other than the fact that she was basically squatting in another friend’s dorm room over the summmer; but I went on few enough both of dates and non-dates at that age that the incident still rattles around in my head.
Anyways: I am not sure if this movie is any good.  It’s an adaptation of a book which I haven’t read, but which I hold, transitively, in some regard.  I remember describing it at the time as a fighting robot movie, except instead of fighting robots it was a fairly coarse set of ideas — either way, it’s the same pornography. 
But one thing in particular has stuck with me for fifteen years: this one character — an eccentric billionaire decomposing in low-earth orbit — and this one scene in particular.  There is a fatalistic joy in the way this line is read that struck a note with me as a young adult and never really left.

“Wanna take a ride?”

Despite my better instincts I was re-watching Contact on tv tonight.  I saw this movie in the theater, in college, on what I didn’t think at the time was a date was a viciously intelligent girl whom a lot of my fiends were obsessed with.  I honestly don’t remember how I ended up going to this movie with her, other than the fact that she was basically squatting in another friend’s dorm room over the summmer; but I went on few enough both of dates and non-dates at that age that the incident still rattles around in my head.

Anyways: I am not sure if this movie is any good.  It’s an adaptation of a book which I haven’t read, but which I hold, transitively, in some regard.  I remember describing it at the time as a fighting robot movie, except instead of fighting robots it was a fairly coarse set of ideas — either way, it’s the same pornography. 

But one thing in particular has stuck with me for fifteen years: this one character — an eccentric billionaire decomposing in low-earth orbit — and this one scene in particular.  There is a fatalistic joy in the way this line is read that struck a note with me as a young adult and never really left.