Virtual vehicles for the metaverse
Topics concerning that thing known as ‘real life’ and not virtual worlds.
In a talk with students at Glebe Collegiate institute, Prime Minister Jean Chretien described how Canada’s underfunded military could still contribute in a possible UN action against Iraq.
“Wit da fingers puppet, we can multiply our soldiers tenfold, ” said Chretien. “And, too, we would be unsurpassed in da ‘and-to-‘and combating. We ‘ave da ten-to-one advantage.”
It’s so peaceful, driving to work before sunrise. There’s chill to the air, and the streets are quiet under the indigo glow of the pre-dawn sky. And really, you can almost doze off slightly without hitting too many pedestrians.
The robots have gained a foothold on my desk! I’ve tried to keep them from taking over, but I’m barely holding my ground against them.
After my initial success of sending two robots off to the publisher, I thought it was over. But it looks like I’ll have to repeat that mission and round up a couple more. It won’t be easy. It may take several days of stalking them before I can get a clear fix and bag ’em. But I have my coffee maker and a full can of 100% Colombian as ammo.
Bots, your days are numbered. I’ve got a keyboard with your name on it. Especially if your name is “Qwerty”.
Ah, October weather is here. And with it comes the crisp, cool air, foggy mornings, and brightly coloured leaves that fall gently into the storm drain and clog it until a city works crew comes around to clear it up.
It’s strange, but since the summer weather faded away, getting to work has been a regular gauntlet of hazards. There was the damp jeans episode the other day, which I’ve recovered from I’m happy to say. And today… today marked the annual return of the Green Menace.
Do you get these things where you live? From the rows of oak trees lining the streets, there are millions of tiny, wriggling, green worms that dangle from threads of silk. Walking under these trees is actually hazardous, since you have to push through curtains of these things.
And inevitably, some will stick to you, so that later in the morning when you’re in the middle of an important meeting, unbeknownst to you, one of them will be crawling over the corner of your glasses. Or on your lapel. Or in your hair.
Nobody says anything either. Maybe no one wants to interrupt a conversation to say, “Excuse me, but you have a worm crawling out of your ear.”
I wish somebody would do something about those things. They’re a menace… a menace, I tell you!
Finally. After a marathon robotics session this weekend, the robots, programs, and instructions are finally done! (insane laughter)
And now back to my regularly scheduled life…