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Monthly Archives: July 2010
29 Jul
How a Tiny Magnet Could Produce a Force Field Big Enough To Protect a Space Ship
How a Tiny Magnet Could Produce a Force Field Big Enough To Protect a Space Ship. Interesting stuff with potentially exciting implications.
29 Jul
How to Alleviate an Orbital Traffic Jam – ScienceNOW
How to Alleviate an Orbital Traffic Jam – ScienceNOW. This seems like a mixed bag to me. On the one hand, we’ll be able to get more functionality with new satellites, but on the other, it means more general ‘debris’ hanging in our skies. It’s a cool concept, all the same, though.
28 Jul
Fools Gold: Inside the Glenn Beck Goldline Scheme | The Big Picture
Fools Gold: Inside the Glenn Beck Goldline Scheme | The Big Picture. Glenn Beck’s a slimy little weasel. Here’s another reason why.
Flight
Lightning flashed, and the boys ran, pumping their legs as hard as they could.
“Did you see that?” the first cried.
“No, and neither did you! Keep running!”
“I can’t,” came the reply. “I’ve got to stop for a sec.”
They dropped behind a fallen log and sucked air in ragged gasps, the panic of their flight showing its toll on them. Blood roared in their ears as their scared and exhausted bodies tried to compensate for the brutal run.
“Was that what I think it was?” the first asked. The reply came as a nod. “How can that be? I thought they were just legend?”
The second shook his head. “I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter now. We just have to get away. Ready?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Good. We’re almost there.”
They stood to run again, and another flash of lightning illuminated the shadow looming over them, arms outstretched, a wooden pole shoved up its back. They screamed, and the thunder boomed.
In the morning, the ring of scarecrows circling the town had increased by two.
[Originally posted on Ficly.]
Market of the Macabre
He drifted through the cacophony with certain inevitability. Barkers called out their wares along the way.
“Seed of life, extracted via rectal cavity!”
“Fetal tissue from forced abortion!”
“Skullcap of a suicided dwarf!”
“Broken heart! Freshly broken!”
On and on the calls went, featuring items of the grisly and the grotesque. His attention, then, was ripped away by the Finder rapping on the bars of the cage.
“Too bad none of these Rippers has you, eh, lad?” The Finder’s chuckle was wet and croupy. A clump of phlegm shot out and slid down one of the bars. “I knows me my goods, I does, I does. Make me a small fortune from it, too.”
He watched with feverish eyes as the Finder stopped the cart and climbed up next to the cage. A pause to gather himself, and the Finder’s barked call brought all to silence in the market for a brief moment. Then as one, merchant and consumer alike surged forward to bid for this new prize.
“Last breath of a sickly boy with no hope, bottled right before your very eyes!”
[Originally posted on Ficly.]
Cursed
The Callous Demon peered down at Leohand from its perch atop the door. Leohand glared at the leathery creature.
“Ah, I see you’ve met Domedra,” Tarvin said, coming back into the room. “She’s harmless enough, but few of my customers care for her presence. Cuts down on theft.” He chuckled.
“I’ve come for an item in your collection,” Leohand growled. “A Prayer.”
Tarvin’s demeanor became serious as he dropped his voice to a whisper. “I don’t know who you are, chum, but I don’t deal in Relics.”
“I have it on good authority that you do.” Leohand pulled a folded document from his coat. As he took it, Tarvin’s eyes widened as the tattoo appeared from beneath Leohand’s sleeve.
Nodding, Leohand declared, “I have carried this Curse for twelve years.” Tarvin felt the blood drain from his face. Few Cursed lived longer than three years. That this man had survived four times that long…
“Remember that before you choose to cross me,” Leohand finished.
Tarvin stammered, “Y- Um, which Prayer specifically did you want?”
[Originally posted on Ficly.]
Ben Stein’s Sucking on His Own Feet Again
Ben Stein’s an idiot:
The people who have been laid off and cannot find work are generally people with poor work habits and poor personalities. I say “generally” because there are exceptions. But in general, as I survey the ranks of those who are unemployed, I see people who have overbearing and unpleasant personalities and/or who do not know how to do a day’s work. They are people who create either little utility or negative utility on the job. Again, there are powerful exceptions and I know some, but when employers are looking to lay off, they lay off the least productive or the most negative. To assure that a worker is not one of them, he should learn how to work and how to get along — not always easy.
What an obtuse and offensive statement. Apparently I need to inform all the people I know who’ve been laid-off lately that they need to improve their work skills.
What a moron…
Athena in Water
We took Athena out for a walk at a local park recently and spent some time getting her to play in the water.
