Unexplained shadow… a ghost caught on camera?

After hearing sounds coming from an empty room upstairs for a couple of nights running, I decided to set up my night-vision cam in hopes of catching it. Maybe an animal was getting in through the fireplace, I thought. Instead I captured something inexplicable. Keep your eye on the shadows just behind the arm chair. I don’t have any explanation for this.

Early preview: a quick demo of the Stingray’s abilities

Even though the design of the Stingray amphibious plane is still in its early stages, I am already working on things like automating transitions between air, ground, and water. My goal is to make the transition so effortless that it will seem like the plane anticipates which mode you want.

In this short video, I demonstrate several of these transitions: runway takeoff, boat ramp launch, submerging, diving, water takeoff, and runway landing. Because the Stingray model isn’t finished, I’m using a plywood stand-in for development and testing.

Killing time with “Time Machines”

As I edge my NaNoWriMo word count a little higher every day, I find myself wishing for a time machine, so that I could just pop forward three weeks, nab a copy of my finished work, come back and paste it all into my word processor. Unfortunately, that would of course create a paradox that causes all of space-time to collapse in on itself with a gigantic whooshing sound, followed by a cartoony “pop!” sound. Or at least that’s how I imagine it would sound.

If you’d prefer not to imagine time travel for yourself, I highly recommend a book that I’m exactly halfway through. It’s “Time Machines Repaired While U Wait” by the adept Australian sci-fi author, K A Bedford. This is his fourth and best novel, and I know, because I’ve read them all.

It’s filled with lovely time-machiney goodness, including future doubles, branching time lines, a grisly murder mystery, and coffee. Coffee is featured quite prominently in this book, but for no reason that I can determine so far, except that the author is really keen about his coffee.

So ends my book review. Now, back to reading.

SoL

Any MSTie knows that “SoL” means “Satellite of Love” — the home of Joel and/or Mike and the bots. Now you can find them in BlaksleeWorld, where the Satellite of Love has landed at the feet of gigantic statues of Tom and Crow (if they had feet, that is).

For deep hurting, drop by for several streamed b-movies per day.

Link: Squeebee’s Mystery Science Theatre