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Any sufficiently advanced technology…

O. Kay. Let’s just back into this posting thing slowly. No sudden moves or loud noises.

Turns out, champagne, anime and videogames are a pretty hangovery combination.

This thing? File it under “something I bought somebody for Christmas because I wanted to play with it” (aw, come on — like you haven’t). It’s called an Echobot. It’ll record up to ten seconds of audio and it’s got a little motion sensor. Something breaks the beam, it plays its message.

Like, “wipe your feet before you come in the house.” Or “keep off the chocolate cake; it’s mine.” Or, “ha ha — I just watched you pee!”

I love that this is possible and only cost a few quid.

Hope your Christmas was as gosh-darned Christmassy as ours. We’re still having it. We’re taking a whole flipping week of R and R.

Expect more present-blogging, because it’s easy and so am I.

Comments


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: December 27, 2010, 9:41 pm

Ackhly, for once I’m going to rat on Her Stoatliness.

The above image started life as a self-portrait as she fiddled with the downloaded 30 day trial Photoshop.

There’s a bit of a steep learning curve, I gather, but the fundamental likeness (especially after a few days on the festive sauce ) is definitely there.

Toodle-pip!


Comment from some vegetable
Time: December 27, 2010, 10:30 pm

I always suspected the whole 3 legs and one big eye thing


Comment from some vegetable
Time: December 27, 2010, 11:05 pm

:-) “England” is just a codename for Area 51isn’t it:-)


Comment from Armybrat
Time: December 27, 2010, 11:11 pm

That’s pretty cool! Me? Oh, I got a case of head lice from one of my patients. Not nearly as much fun.


Comment from Mark Matis
Time: December 27, 2010, 11:16 pm

Now, now – we ALL know she’s telling the truth. But wouldn’t it be MUCH MORE effective to record: “Lay some eggs now, or you’re a frier tomorrow!”
???


Comment from Allen
Time: December 27, 2010, 11:22 pm

Oooo, oooo, oooo! I scored for Christmas. I got a new lightweight portable anvil for Christmas.

I know, I know, you’re thinking “that fool got an anvil for Christmas and he’s happy, give him a hammer and he’s over the top.” That’s right, included was a 9 Oz. Farrier’s driving hammer.

Happy feet for the horses, happy feet for me. :)

I took the step-sons and their girlfriends up for a day of snowboarding Christmas Eve day. Jeebus, 50 year old dudes are not meant for snowboarding.

That jump? Notice how I executed the crash with pinache?


Comment from Can’t hark my cry
Time: December 28, 2010, 1:26 am

“Lightweight portable anvil”

The imagination reels. Cattle drives? Just to have on hand while packing into the mountains? And how do you fire it? And. . .and. . .and. . .

OK, never mind. I’ll go look it up or sumpin’


Comment from bad cat robot
Time: December 28, 2010, 2:20 am

Allen, I hope that isn’t an ACME™ brand anvil. There have been some product quality issues reported, especially in desert environments.


Comment from Can’t hark my cry
Time: December 28, 2010, 2:36 am

Um. Totally OT, and probably a bit gauche to bring it up. . .as I’m sure my fellow minions (not to mention the stoaty-badger household) are far too cool to let FB affect their lives in any significant manner. . .but it appears that Facebook is having some problems? http: //downrightnow.com/facebook#refresh

Mind the gap. . .

Well, yeah, I know about it because I tried to refresh my newsfeed and it got all shirty. . and things deteriorated from there. But I’m not all that into FB, of course. Nunh-uh, nope, not me. . .

Nope.


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: December 28, 2010, 4:14 am

It would be funny as hell if you could program it with MOTHER’s self destruct message in ALIEN, and set it to go off anytime someone sits on the Temple of Swirling waters (especially if you could hide it so people don’t expect it)…

;-)


Comment from Sockless Joe
Time: December 28, 2010, 4:16 am

File it under “something I bought somebody for Christmas because I wanted to play with it” (aw, come on — like you haven’t).

My parents wanted a Nintendo Wii — I swear!


Comment from Mark Matis
Time: December 28, 2010, 12:53 pm

Not to hijack this or anything, but in the Alaska Senator race, Mr. Miller will not request that Ms. Murkowski not be certified, but will continue his fight in Federal court where the judge seems to be more amenable to actually reading and appplying the law:
http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2010/dec/27/miller-wont-block-murkowskis-senate-certification/


Comment from Nicole
Time: December 28, 2010, 1:53 pm

I am lucky enough to have a mom & an aunt who like everything I like. There have been many already opened gifts given over the years. And many gifts that travel between our houses during the year. :)

Glad you two had and are still having a lovely holiday season.


Comment from Allen
Time: December 28, 2010, 7:39 pm

Can’t Hark, I carry pre-done shoes for the big guy on mountain trips. The mustang, doesn’t wear shoes, he grew up in the mountains. I got him from the BLM Wild Horse program.

Bad Cat, yes I know, the last batch of rocket motors I ordered from them were totally unpredictable. :)


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: December 28, 2010, 8:42 pm

Did you know there are still wild horses in the UK? Well, wild ponies. In Devon.

There’s a really great BBC series on at the moment — the Edwardian Farm, where they try out rural lifestyles from the early Twentieth. Last week, they trapped and tamed a pony to pull a gig.


Comment from David Gillies
Time: December 28, 2010, 8:45 pm

I scored a wicked pair of Ralph Lauren polo shorts. Great thing is, it’s turned warm enough to wear them. Yay!


Comment from Allen
Time: December 28, 2010, 10:49 pm

I didn’t know that Weasel. I knew of the Irish ones in Connemara, but not the Devon ones, cool.

Speaking of horses, my sister in law just arrived, and I have to make sure she isn’t shamelessly spoiling mine. They see her arrive, and right up to the fence begging for pity sake.


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: December 28, 2010, 11:34 pm

I think that would be funny as hell (one track mind in use)..

Wierd toy: “DANGER! THE OPTION TO OVERRIDE TOILET DETONATION HAS NOW EXPIRED!” BOOP-BOOP, BOOP-BOOP, BOOP-BOOP!

Stoatie: “MOTHER! I’ve turned the ventilation back on!! MOTHER!!!”

Weird Toy: “THE TOILET WILL AUTOMATICALLY DETONATE IN T-MINUS – 5 MINUTES!!!!” BOOP-BOOP, BOOP-BOOP, BOOP-BOOP!

Stoatie: “YOU BITCH!!!” (smashes toy with toilet cleaning wand)…..

;-)

Of course, thats just for you ALIEN fans out there…


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: December 28, 2010, 11:40 pm

Yes, I know, I need some SERIOUS psycotherapy….


Comment from Can’t hark my cry
Time: December 29, 2010, 12:13 am

Hm. Scubafreak, I was just thinking that I have been hanging out here too long, because I got BOTH bad cat robot’s ACME anvils reference and your original MOTHER’s self-destruct reference. . .which I thought was pretty funny. But thinking that is bad for the stodgy image I try to project.

Yeah, who needs psychotherapy?


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: December 29, 2010, 3:19 am

I dunno amigo. I just watched ALIEN on my laptop, and I have to say, Sigourney Weaver had absolutely NO ASS TO SPEAK OF in the shuttle scene….

Which was kind of funny considering all the hoots and cat calls I remember when my mother took me to see it at the ripe old age of 9……


Comment from Frit
Time: January 1, 2011, 6:59 am

Allen: Having owned and trained a few horses in my day, and known several farriers, I thought you might enjoy this little tid-bit:

http://www.hoofprints.com/articles-hour.html

P.S. All the farriers and vets loved me and my horses because I trained mine to not only hold still for both, but hold their own feet up whilst being tended by a farrier.
/bragg ;)

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