Arachnophobia
The launch of the space shuttle Atlantis has been delayed until next year after the spacecraft was attacked on the launch pad by a giant spider. Breitbart TV has the video.
December 11, 2007
October 16, 2007
Brain test
Which way is this dancer spinning: clockwise or anti-clockwise? Your answer supposedly indicates how your brain works, although the article doesn't explain the basis for that claim, or even where the picture came from.
My own results are puzzling. I initially saw the dancer to be spinning clockwise, which puts me in the right-brain category. That's just plain wrong; I'm one of the most stereotypically left-brained people you will ever meet. I tried for several minutes to change the direction of the dancer's spin, but couldn't do it just by mental effort. Finally I discovered that by looking at the shadows of her feet, I could convince myself that she was spinning anti-clockwise. Now I can easily switch the direction at will. I'm not sure what any of this means, but it sure is interesting.
Source: Freakonomics
September 6, 2007
The politics of zombies
I recently became aware that some people are supporting Zombie Reagan as a presidential candidate in the 2008 election. Their Reagan nostalgia is understandable, but the idea is doomed to failure.
Most people don't know this, but zombies are not eligible for the office of President. After the constitutional crisis of 1945 (in which Zombie Roosevelt challenged the succession of Harry Truman), the Constitution was amended to specifically prohibit undead Presidents. The amendment has been the focus of continued debate among constitutional scholars, some of whom have suggested that a zombie would have been preferable to certain postwar Presidents. But no proposal to modify the prohibition has gained sufficient support in Congress. This is is probably because undead politicians prefer to pursue careers in the Senate (which has no ban on zombies and no term limit), and would rather not call attention to the issue. Strom Thurmond, Robert Byrd, and Ted Stevens have all reportedly used their influence to ensure that any zombie-related bills die in committee.
Some students of Futurama have suggested that the repeal of the no-zombie-Presidents rule is inevitable, citing the victory of Richard Nixon's head in the 3000 election. Critics have countered that Nixon's head was elected President of the United States of Earth, not the USA. And it remains unclear whether a severed head kept alive in a jar meets the legal definition of "undead". The question will probably have to be settled by the Supreme Court, and we won't know whether this has happened until new episodes of Futurama are produced.
July 5, 2007
Go fish
Yikes! A man fishing in the Catawba River near Mount Holly, NC caught a piranha last week. And not a little one, either -- this piranha weighed 1 pound 4 ounces, and bit the man's pocketknife hard enough to leave marks on the blade.
I say "Yikes!" because I have gone swimming in the Catawba River.
Well, technically, I swam in Lake Wylie, but it amounts to the same thing. Lake Wylie is a South Carolina reservoir that was created by damming the Catawba. And Lake Wylie is downstream from where the piranha was caught.
If you'll excuse me, I'm going to have a panic attack now.
UPDATE: In her comment, my mother relays the news that the fish wasn't a piranha after all.
March 26, 2007
Kitlers
Ordinarily, I would not consider a Web site consisting of cat photos to be worth a mention here. But Cats That Look Like Hitler is an exception. This is a phenomenon that should concern us all. I had no idea there were so many of them.
September 5, 2006
Aliens in Roswell
Are there aliens in Roswell, New Mexico? People have been debating that question since 1947. Now the matter has been settled. Last week, the Immigration and Customs Enforcement authorities arrested 15 aliens in Roswell. What were they doing there? Painting military airplanes!
May 25, 2006
Voltaire's footman
A year ago, I wrote about a strange coincidence that happened to me. It was connected with the Raleigh Little Theatre play that I was rehearsing for, which was a week away from its premiere.
The same thing seems to be happening again. I am in the cast of Candide, which opens next week. A few days ago, I was reading James Lileks's daily Web column The Bleat, in which he wrote about watching a Charlie Chaplin film with his preschool-age daughter. Describing her response to a particular scene, Lileks wrote: "She had the exact same reaction I had – gasps and laughter in equal amount. You could show this movie to Voltaire or his footman and they’d have the same reaction."
As it happens, in Candide I am Voltaire's footman. What are the odds that Lileks would pick that particular example of a random historical spear-carrier during the brief moment in my life when I happen to be playing him on stage?
This isn't the only odd coincidence I've experienced recently in connection with my theatrical avocation. A couple of days ago, I decided on a whim to see what Wikipedia had to say about NECCO Wafers. (It's an obscure candy that I vaguely remember from my childhood, but haven't seen for a long time, and it occurred to me that I didn't know who made them, what they were made of, or even if they still existed.) Wikipedia does, in fact, have an article about the Wafers, and another article about NECCO, the company that makes them. I learned that NECCO has three factories, one of which is in Thibodaux, Louisiana.
As I wrote here a few months ago, I was born in Thibodaux.
Out of curiosity, I followed the link to Wikipedia's article about Thibodaux and skimmed through it. At the bottom were links to the Web sites for Thibodaux's city government and its Chamber of Commerce. Reading the Discover Thibodaux page on the city's site, I learned that my birthplace has a community theatre called the Thibodaux Playhouse, which seemed remarkable for a town of less than 15,000 people. I figured the Playhouse probably had a Web site of its own, and one Google search later, I was looking at it.
Actually, I was staring at it in astonishment. The Thibodaux Playhouse is now rehearsing a play called The Spitfire Grill (a stage adaptation of the 1996 movie). Auditions were held a few weeks ago, and the show will open at the end of July. I am quite familiar with The Spitfire Grill, because we produced it at Raleigh Little Theatre earlier this season, and I worked on it as assistant stage manager.
Again, I have to ask: what are the odds of this kind of thing happening?
UPDATE (5 June 2006): There's definitely some kind of cosmic conspiracy going on. I was just reading the five-minute parody version of "Logopolis", the classic Doctor Who episode that this blog was named after, and it contains a NECCO Wafers reference!
April 28, 2006
Run for your life
What's scarier than a crocodile? A crocodile with a chainsaw.
April 11, 2006
The case of the missing sweatshirt
I'm going to tell you a story. It's long and meandering, goes into unnecessary detail to an absurd degree, and ultimately turns out to be pointless. You should skip it if you could spend the time doing something useful. Don't say I didn't warn you.
A blog is born
When I first started this blog in October 2001, I used Blogger because it was simple, user-friendly, and free. At the time, Blogger was a financially-strapped one-man operation, and I wanted to contribute some money to help keep it operating. But, as I wrote in January 2002, there was no simple way to do so. Shortly after I posted those remarks, Blogger introduced a paid version of its service called Blogger Pro, which provided several extra features. (The ordinary version of Blogger didn't change, and remained free). I signed up at once and paid the annual subscription fee.
Enter Google
In February 2003, Google acquired Blogger. The resulting infusion of funding and support staff not only ended my concerns about Blogger's survival, but also produced numerous improvements in the service. Blogger's servers were upgraded and a new and improved user interface was unveiled. Finally, in September 2003, Blogger announced that the Blogger Pro service was being discontinued -- all of the extra Pro features were being rolled into the free version of Blogger! Every Blogger user was now effectively a Blogger Pro user whether they had paid or not.
To compensate them for having paid for features that were now free, Blogger offered to send each Pro subscriber a free hooded sweatshirt. You just had to go to a particular page on the Blogger site, log in with your Pro username and password, and fill out a form with your shirt size and mailing address. But when I tried to do this, I found that my login was not recognized. On September 11, 2003, I went to the Blogger customer support page, where you can report problems by filling out a form and clicking a Submit button. I used the form to describe what had happened when I tried to log in and claim my free shirt.
Dude, where's my shirt?
The next day, I received an e-mail response from a support tech named Steve, who informed me that Blogger had no record of my Blogger Pro upgrade purchase. He asked me for the purchase date and the last four digits of the credit card I had used. I replied with that information on the 13th. I received no further response. A month went by.
On October 16, I went to the support page again and used the form to complain about the lack of response, attaching a copy of my correspondence with Steve up to that point. Steve replied that same day, saying that he never received my 9/13 note. I responded immediately, sending him another copy of the information he had asked for. I received no response. Another month went by.
At this point, I started to see a pattern. When I used the Web form to contact Blogger customer service, my messages were received. But when I tried to e-mail Steve directly, my messages did not reach him.
On November 13, I decided to try again. Thinking that perhaps the e-mails I had sent Steve from my home e-mail address were not reaching him, I tried sending a note from my work address. I received no response. Having run out of ideas, I gave up.
The free shirt wasn't really all that important to me. (I don't even like hooded sweatshirts.) What I wanted was to understand -- and perhaps to solve -- the strange problems I had encountered. Why was there no record of my Blogger Pro purchase? What was preventing my e-mail messages from reaching Steve? It didn't make sense. But I had exhausted the available methods of pursuing the matter.
Cold case
Sixteen months passed. During this time, I converted my blog from Blogger to Movable Type, so I wasn't even a Blogger user anymore. I completely forgot about the Blogger sweatshirt business.
On March 31, 2005, while filing and deleting old e-mail messages, I stumbled across my log of the correspondence with Steve. I decided to have another go at the problem. I sent a note to Steve's address at Blogger, recapping everything that had happened in the fall of 2003, and asking for an update. My message was returned as undeliverable; Steve was no longer working for Blogger. I went to the Blogger customer support page and used the problem reporting form to describe the whole bizarre story, attaching a copy of my correspondence with Steve, and submitted it. I received no response.
On April 11, 2005, I went to the Blogger site and saw an announcement that the problem-report form was broken. Specifically, there was a field on the form where you were supposed to specify which of your blogs (you can have more than one) was affected by the problem you were reporting. My problem had nothing to do with any of my blogs, so I had been selecting "No blog in particular". Blogger had now discovered that if you did that, your problem report didn't go anywhere; it just disappeared. This explained why I had received no response to my March 31 report.
One last try
At this point it occurred to me that in the months since my last attempt to report the problem by e-mail, I had switched e-mail addresses. Instead of using my old Road Runner address, I was now using Gmail. Gmail is Google's Web-based e-mail system, and Google owns Blogger. Surely, if I sent an e-mail query from my Gmail address, it would get through to Blogger customer support! I would be sending the message from one part of Google to another.
It seemed worth trying, so I composed an e-mail note that began with the words "Hi -- I'm following up on a technical support issue that's a couple of years old. No, really! I promise I'm not insane." I went on to relate the entire story from September 2003 to the present. I included a copy of all of the previous correspondence. My message ended with the following summary:
At this point, we seem to have several unanswered questions:If you get this note, please drop me a line and let me know what your thoughts are. Thanks!
- Were my e-mails to Steve from [my home address] and [my work address] blocked for some reason?
- If not, why didn't they reach him?
- Why doesn't the Blogger Pro database contain any record that I paid for a subscription?
- Am I still eligible for a free sweatshirt, or have I missed that particular boat? :-)
I sent the note to support@blogger.com.
A response, but not an answer
To my utter astonishment, I received a reply on April 15. It read:
Hello Patrick,Based on our records, all of your previous emails as noted in your email attachment (besides your most recent ones) had been received via your [home] email address. I also do notice that there was never any email correspondence received on our end from you back to Steve's questions. Unfortunately, I would not know why emails you sent to us in reply were not received.
In addition, we're unfortunately not sending hoodies out to our previously upgraded Pro folks anymore.
I apologize for the inconvenience.
Sincerely,
Christine
Blogger Support
And that's how the story ended. It wasn't a very satisfactory resolution; it didn't answer any of the questions except the last one (no, I wasn't going to get my free sweatshirt). But at least I could finally let the matter drop.
What have we learned?
If there are any lessons to be learned from this, I suppose they are:
- Sometimes computers just don't work, and nobody knows why.
- If I really want a Blogger sweatshirt, I should just go to the Google Store and buy it.
- I told you this story was long and pointless.
March 21, 2006
A series of unfortunate events
This has to be the the most wonderful headline I've ever seen: Flying Cow Leaves Two Police Cars in Flames.
Key quote from the article: "I mean the best way to characterize this is, it's bizarre. It's really really strange." Having read the entire account, I have to say that "bizarre" is probably the best term for what happened. In addition to the police cars and the cow, it involved two trucks, a trailer, and a pair of illegal immigrants.
I think this story has the potential to become a major motion picture.
March 7, 2006
Mistaken identity
There are a lot of other Pat Berrys in the world, and occasionally I hear from somebody who's looking for one of them. But not often. So I thought it was remarkable when, earlier this year, I had three such experiences in the space of a month.
January 24: I received an e-mail from a woman named Lisa. She wrote:
I'm wondering if you are the same Pat Berry that was associated with the Marco Island Film Fest in Marco Island, FL? My friends and I attended the events held for the Guiding Light actors for several years. We have been trying to contact you through the film fest organization but telephones are out of service and I can no longer find your website.I could have just written back saying, "I'm afraid you have the wrong Pat Berry. I've never even been to Marco Island." But I thought it would be interesting to see if I could track down the film festival. I did some searches and determined that Lisa was correct. The festival's website was gone, although it was still in Google's cache. The phone numbers in the cached version were disconnected. So I called the Marco Island Chamber of Commerce, and the woman who answered the phone said that this year's film festival had been canceled. All of this seemed to suggest that the film festival was defunct. I wrote back to Lisa, informing her of what I had found out. (She thanked me for my detective work.)
January 27: I received an e-mail from a lawyer named Tom, who wrote:
Pat: Pursuant to our telephone conversation yesterday, attached are a basic will form and an estate planning questionnaire. For now, you and Julie may choose to delete the answers to the questions about net worth (assets and liabilities). It is not necessary to have that information in order to prepare drafts of wills for the two of you.This message was obviously misdirected, and at first I was tempted to just delete it. But communications between attorneys and their clients are supposed to be confidential. The note I had received was harmless, but I thought I had better warn Tom before he sent me any messages containing significant private information.
I didn't trust my ability to explain the situation in an e-mail, so I decided that I had to contact Tom by phone. But I didn't have his phone number or even his location. However, the e-mail included the name of his law firm as well as Tom's last name. After a little more detective work with Google, I was able to find the the law firm (it's in Chicago). I phoned and left a message with the firm's receptionist. The next day, one of the lawyers called back, and I told him about the mistake. He said he would make sure Tom was notified. I'm still not sure how Tom happened to send the note to my address instead of the right one for the Chicago Pat Berry. But apparently the error was corrected; I haven't received any more notes about Pat and Julie's wills.
February 14: Google Talk informed me that someone named Debra had requested permission to send me text messages. I didn't recognize the name, but I told Google Talk that I would accept the messages. Then she didn't send me any. I could have just shrugged this off, but my curiosity wouldn't let me. So a couple of days later, I sent Debra a text message asking if she was someone I knew. She said, "Sorry - I was looking to chat with another Pat Berry." I asked, "By any chance, is the Pat Berry you were looking for a female film festival organizer in Florida? Or a married man living in Chicago whose wife is named Julie?" Debra replied that her Pat Berry is female and works at an advertising agency in New York City.
Perhaps someone should organize a Pat Berry convention so that we can all meet each other. At most conventions, you wear a badge with your name on it. At this one, I don't suppose that would be necessary.
August 5, 2005
Sandals of doom
News flash: flip-flops can kill you.
February 10, 2005
The humans are weak
In a comment on Gail's new blog, Bob wrote: "This often gives me the odd feeling that the grown-up future Laura is watching over my shoulder as I create her memories." I'm afraid that Bob has not realized the truth about his daughter. That sensation of being watched is a warning from his subconscious mind -- a warning that he (and all of humanity) is in terrible danger. As H.G. Wells wrote over a century ago, "minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us."
February 2, 2005
False alarm
Contrary to what you may have heard, the state of Connecticut is not being evacuated. Emergency management officials say that someone just pressed the wrong button.
January 17, 2005
The luckiest guy ever
Here's a health tip. If you start experiencing unexplained toothaches and blurred vision, ask yourself "Have I been operating a nail gun recently?"
Key quote: "If you're going to have a nail in the brain, that's the way you want it to be."
October 22, 2004
Oodle doodle
If the American Egg board is smart, it will purchase the broadcast rights to this video and air it as a TV commercial.
October 19, 2004
Free your mind
If you believe that mad scientists exist only in old horror movies, you are sadly mistaken. I offer as evidence this press release describing an experiment (conducted by researchers at the University of Rochester) that involved a dozen ferrets and a copy of The Matrix.
October 18, 2004
A party on wheels!
Eric Staller's Conference Bike is the perfect conveyance for you and six of your friends. It's a tricycle pedaled by seven riders sitting in a circle. If you don't believe this can really work, watch the movie!
September 29, 2004
Laura's ring
Bob posts a disturbing report about his daughter's new ring. Her use of the phrase "my precious" is chilling enough, but he also describes how, when she's not wearing it, Laura keeps the ring in "a little zippered pouch." That sounded eerily familiar. After a short search, I found the relevant passage in The Hobbit:
But who knows how Gollum came by that present, ages ago in the old days when such rings were still at large in the world? Perhaps even the Master who ruled them could not have said. Gollum used to wear it at first, till it tired him; and then he kept it in a pouch next to his skin, till it galled him; and now usually he hid it in a hole in the rock on his island, and was always going back to look at it.I notice that Mount St. Helens is becoming active again, after over two decades of dormancy. Seismic activity is increasing, and scientists say it may erupt at any moment. This seems to have started a few days ago . . . at about the same time Laura found the ring. Surely this is no coincidence. If the volcano does erupt, I don't think there's any doubt as to what should be done. Bob must go to
April 21, 2004
I'll bet this never happens to you
I was just chatting online with my brother when, from his point of view, I suddenly disconnected and vanished. When I managed to reestablish the connection a few minutes later, I explained what had happened: "My keyboard has a Power button, and I just found out what happens when a rat steps on it. Windows shuts down and the computer turns off."
If you're thinking that I need to call an exterminator, you aren't familiar with my household. (Hi, Gail!) Our rats are pets, not vermin. They live in a cage, but we let them out to play and explore. This wasn't the first time one of them has walked across the keyboard while I was chatting, but that normally just generates some random characters that I can easily get rid of with a few taps of the backspace key. Having the machine shut down is a little more difficult to recover from!
October 10, 2003
Brush with death
Earlier this year, I walked into a Wal-Mart store in Texas and bought a pair of shoes. I had no idea that I was risking my life.
BROWNWOOD, Texas (AP) -- Police say a man was bitten by a rattlesnake while shopping for shoes in a Wal-Mart store in Texas.Douglas Hatchett of Brownwood was examining shoes on a rack when a rattlesnake concealed behind a shoebox bit him yesterday. The snake fell to the floor, where Hatchett stomped it to death.
Police, fire and emergency medical crews were called to the scene.
The 31-year-old shopper and the dead snake were hustled to Brownwood Regional Medical Center. There, the snake was confirmed as a rattler, and Hatchett was treated and released.
Wal-Mart officials say the matter's being investigated and they have no comment.
Brownwood is about 120 miles southwest of Fort Worth.
UPDATE: Perhaps my shopping trip wasn't insanely reckless after all:
Brown County Attorney Shane Britton has opened an investigation that could result in criminal charges against a Bangs man who claimed a snake bit him inside Brownwood’s Wal-Mart.Douglas Hatchett, 31, claimed a small rattlesnake bit him on the hand Monday as he shopped in the store’s shoe department. Hatchett was taken to Brownwood Regional Medical Center and released about nine hours later.
Britton said he has been in contact with officials from Wal-Mart’s corporate headquarters in Bentonville, Ark., and officials at the retailer’s district office in Midland. Britton has also subpoenaed medical records from BRMC. He said he expects to have his findings compiled next week.
“If it turns out this incident was fabricated, I would assume that Wal-Mart and Brownwood Regional would be interested in filing charges,” the prosecutor said.
May 8, 2002
Double-take
I was shopping in Wal-Mart recently (looking for a Mother's Day card and some cardstock for printing a board game), when I heard a baby crying. That's not unusual in a place like Wal-Mart, but it got my attention for two reasons. First, this baby was really howling -- not like it was in pain, but seriously cranky. And second, the crying sounded slightly odd, in a way that I couldn't put my finger on. After a few minutes, I decided to follow the sound and find out where it was coming from.
The source turned out to be a young woman -- a teenager, really -- in the handbags and accessories department. Sure enough, she had a baby, and she was briskly patting and rubbing its back, trying to get it to quiet down. Then I looked closer and saw that it wasn't a real baby. It was a life-size infant mannequin. The crying had sounded odd because it was artificial -- a digitized recording of some kind. This clearly wasn't any sort of doll; it was a robot baby. And the girl caring for it wasn't playing. She seemed quite serious about what she was doing.
I didn't want to stand there and stare, so I walked on. But as I continued shopping, I kept trying to figure out what I had seen. Where did that robot baby come from, and why was she carrying it around in Wal-Mart? As I left the store, I noticed that she was sitting on a bench just inside the front door, feeding her "child" from a bottle. I got half a dozen steps into the parking lot, and realized that I couldn't leave without finding out what was going on. Retracing my steps, I approached the young woman and said, "Excuse me, but I'm curious about your baby. Can you tell me what it is?"
She smiled and explained that she was participating in a Baby Think It Over class, designed to give teenagers a taste of what it's like to be a parent. The "infant" was a RealCare Baby infant simulator. The baby is programmed to need feeding, changing, and so forth at unpredictable intervals, and records how well you care for it, so you can't just leave it in the trunk of your car while you go shopping; you actually have to carry it around with you, just like a real baby. (That's why she had it in Wal-Mart.) The student has to wear an wristband with an identifying disc that fits into a recess on the baby's back. This is to ensure that the student actually cares for the baby personally, instead of palming it off on someone else. When I saw her patting the baby's back, she was also inserting her ID in the recess so the baby would recognize her.
I had no idea this technology existed, but it sure strikes me as a good idea. Any new parent can tell you that you can't really know what you're getting into before you're confronted with the reality of a baby that you are responsible for, twenty-four hours a day. I see that the RealCare Baby comes with an operating handbook for the instructor, but none for the "parent." Just like the real thing.
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