Virtual vehicles for the metaverse
Topics concerning that thing known as ‘real life’ and not virtual worlds.
As I promised, I used the results of the Cubicle Poll to set the background colour for this site. As of the time I posted this entry, the poll results were: 26% red, 17% green, and 57% blue. In those proportions, the background colour has the RGB value of #44F196, like this:
Wow. That’s really ugly. Really, people. You have no taste at all.
I think I’ll put it back to olive green tomorrow.
The results of yesterday’s poll are in. The numbers show that more voters wanted to see insane penguins than any other kind of penguin.
And so, by popular demand… insane penguins:
The one on the left thinks the sky is out to get him, and the two on the right both think they’re Elvis. Really, it’s quite a sad sight.
(Photo credit: South Pole Diaries 2001, UNSW)
Since my TV returned to me, I’ve been thinking about how much the box affects my diet. I’m a snacking kind of guy. I can’t watch TV without sneaking over to the cupboard, and while I’m sneakily searching for something to fill that little second supper corner, I wonder why I’m sneaking at all when I don’t have a roommate. Well the tree in the corner often gives me a bit of a guilt-trip when I eat too many Miss Vickie’s potato chips, but I can never disguise the crinkle of plastic followed by that distinctive potato chip munch-munch-munch-gulp.
The potato chips are an easy choice when I have them, but more often than not, I sneakily arrive at the cupboard to find nothing that one would define as a classic snack food. That’s when one must become a creative snacker.
What should I snack on tonight? Peanut butter and celery? Cream cheese and celery? Cheese melts? Leftover penguin? Miso soup? Instant oatmeal? A boiled potato? Um… I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel here. And I’ve had several bad experiences with those barrel-scrapings. The tree in the corner insists that I should avoid ingesting anything that I have to scrape off another object, but it takes several attempts for me to learn from my mistakes.
Aha. Pickles and cheese. There’s something magical about the combination of cheese and pickles. In particular, real mozzarella and kosher dills. Mmmmmmmmm. And a great thing about the pickles and cheese snack is that, unlike Miss Vickie’s, the crunching won’t drown out the dialogue on TV.
What’s that? Oh.
The tree in the corner says I should get a life. F— off, tree.
It’s grey out. Very grey. Wet. Cold.
Why can’t it snow? I’d love to see some of the white stuff falling from the sky and piling up into little drifts on the ground. Then people would emerge from their homes and workplaces to wonder at how the streets have transformed from wet to winter. And the snow plow driver would run to the city’s only plow and get to work, carving a passage through the streets’ thick blanket. And—
Hell, I think it’s going to rain again tonight. Vancouver never gets any good snow.
I seem to be one of the Internet’s foremost experts on penguins, according to the search engines. Here are some of the penguin-related search requests I’ve had:
At least there were fewer requests this month for pictures of naked people.