Dutch scientists have successfully synthesized meat in a laboratory, reports the Daily Telegraph. right now it’s a bit “soggy” but with the proper techniques and development, labs will hopefully beginning pumping out big fat juicy steaks in the near future. aside from the obviously delicious consequences, synthetic meat would be awesome because A) we would no longer have to rely solely on animals for meat, B) it would probably make higher quality meats more affordable for everyone, C) vegetarians could receive the nutritional benefits of meat while still maintaining their sense of moral superiority and D) the idiots at PETA might actually stop whining long enough to taste the heaven that is roasted lamb.
hip hurts, mouth is dry, neck is stiff, back is sore but my knees FEEL GREAT.
also, i dreamt last night that i asked a fat Australian woman for some Aussie and Kiwi coins to scan for my photoblog which, after much prodding, she reluctantly did.
i sat through the horrendous train wreck that is Blood: The Last Vampire with Beka today because she enjoyed the original anime (which she says is actually quite good) and thought that the live action remake would at least be somewhat entertaining. well, i suppose it was entertaining in the same way that scrubbing someone else’s vomit from your clothes is entertaining. negative seventy-three out of four stars.
another “Black Friday” shopping holiday come and gone, another year spent sleeping instead of standing in line for five hours waiting for a store to open so a bunch of crazies can beat me to a great deals on something i don’t need.
happy Thanksgiving if you’re in the US. happy 26th of November if you live in a country with fewer idiots and fat people.
for the past few weeks, i’ve been trying to soak my feet in hot water every night per my Chinese doctor’s orders. “soak until you sweat,” she says, and so i put my feet in steaming hot water until i do. with a handy cooking thermometer from my black and white film days, i now know that the highest temperature water my feet can tolerate is 115°F (about 46°C). knowing these limits is pretty useless unless you soak your feet, of course, which brings me to my point.
you guys should try soaking your feet. it feels great, it helps them retain heat better during cold winter months and did i mention that it feels great? try it!
why am i so terrible at Tetris?
so remember when i finally found a working, reasonably priced flip clock at a thrift store last month? the one i wanted to take apart to make a “naked” desk clock? no? well, after looking for nearly two years, i have. and i’ve finally done it.
embarrassingly, i forgot to take a photo of the clock before i started dismantling it but rest assured, it looked a lot like an alarm clock radio from the 1970s. here’s a shot with its guts exposed instead.
i was expecting it to take a lot longer but it only took a few minutes to figure out where the bolts and mounts were, a few minutes to undo said bolts, 30 seconds to wiggle the clock out of the housing and about 10 seconds to figure out which wires to snip. blam!
after almost a year of continuous crushing defeat at the cold, merciless hands of Brick Breaker, i’ve finally gotten around to downloading Tetris for my Blackberry.
perhaps against my better judgment, i’ve been wasting time playing a video game called “Midnight Club” on my girlfriend’s hand-held PlayStation thing. as the title may suggest, most–if not all–of “Midnight Club” takes place at night (or perhaps midnight) and involves people with more money than taste racing supposedly high-powered cars with comically large chrome wheels on city streets.
the graphics are rather ho-hum, the characters are unbearable, the opposing cars have all been modified to look as ugly as possible and the slapstick physics are frustrating but, amazingly, i don’t mind. it’s alright, actually. it might even be fun.
well, it’s fun until you lose the same race for the 28,673th time. then it becomes the focus of all the hostility and bitterness that you didn’t even know you had. i hate this game. i loathe it.
now if you’ll excuse me, i have a Mitsubishi to pimp out.