Given the outrageous popularity of my previous post on imaginary battle royals, I thought I would continue the trend with a geeked out thought experiment.
Who would win in a battle of Aliens? Predator or Lego Predator?
Lego Predator is immobile, plastic, incredibally geeky and has no weapons or camoflague to speak of. He does, however, posses infrared vision and can wisecrack with the Governors of various states.
The Predator is more alive and deadly than its plastic cousin and would have at its disposal all sorts of deadly alien weaponry. In the end, I think the Lego Predator wins this one, given that the lego Predator is real and the actual predator is imaginary.
Don’t write in Ron Paul for US President in 2008. Instead, choose your own president and let internet democracy become a reality this fall!
Choose from such qualified candidates as Wilford Brimley, Chuck Norris, David Hasselhoff and the 1985 Chicago Bears!
So log on and let your choice be heard. It will make you feel better about not voting in the election this fall.
Regular readers of this blog are familiar with Velociraptors and the threat they pose to modern society.
However, sometimes they can assimilate into the entertainment industry and rap on top of Stevie Wonder hooks.
Check the sheer geeked out awesome fest that is the Cal Bears Marching Band running a Video Game themed half time show waaaaay back in the early 90s.
Love the Tetris shapes and Mario Montage.
George Carlin died yesterday, and even though I am an internet asshole, I felt sad.
Not because I knew him personally, but because I was a fan. And because the world will sorely miss his wit and whimsy.
Carlin had everything a comedian could want.
A keen ear for language, a metronomic sense of timing, a loathing of mediocrity and two-faced apathy that typifies much of modern culture. George Carlin was a gleeful anarchist, a sardonic and merry prankster who forced the world to look at the ridiculous pose it too often affected. Carlin moved the boundaries of American Comedy beyond Lenny Bruce.
He made pot jokes in the guise of a hippie weatherman.
He questioned censorship in those 7 famous words you can’t say on television.
He taught me to question the God of my Father. And made me laugh, in spite of the pain.
Rest In Peace, George. We’ll keep laughing, but it won’t be the same without you.
Found this here and had to post about it.
The Kama Sutra for geeks and the computers that love them.