Geek level is determined by how interesting you find this series of video clips.
Does video of an interview with Bill Gates and Steve Jobs in front of a live audience count as Friday evening entertainment for you? Geek Level = High
Do you just find it interesting because of the way their ideas changed the world? Geek Level = Medium
Do you just watch it because you think that there's no way these two guys can sit next to each other for an extended period of time without a fight breaking out? Geek Level = Low to Medium
Do you watch this because you think it's a Mac vs. PC commercial? Geek Level = Zero
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
At our house...
So one of our young goats is being home schooled. There are times when it's good and times when it's not so good.
The "not so good" is happening more and more often and usually escalates into "really awful". One of the most common scenarios revolves around this young goat's legs becoming so itchy that sitting still is impossible. It is apparently triggered by coming in contact with either writing utensils or workbooks.
Mommy Goat has been dealing with this daily (make that hourly) and has been seeking suggestions from numerous sources. One source suggested that the young goat be informed that this sounded like a severe case of Homework-itis and that it is easily cured with a special remedy. A washcloth that has been soaked in a solution of warm water, epsom salts and flower petals will wash away the Homework-itis and relieve all feelings of itchiness.
If a wash cloth could do all that, just imagine what bathing in this remedy could cure. So that's what they did, filling the tub with enough water for the young goat to soak her legs, epsom salts and flower petals. Everything was fabulous. Because they didn't want to clog the drain with flower petals, they left the water in the tub until they could scoop the petals out later.
When I arrived home from work, young goat proudly told me that she was cured! Happy day!
We'll see.
Did you know that besides the therapeutic benefits from soaking in epsom salts, they can also be mixed with a glass of water and used as a laxative?
Anyway, I was home from work and stepped into the bathroom. The sound of someone splashing in the tub surprised me, especially since I couldn't see anyone in the tub. Then Kitty (aka Dumas) hauls his fat self over the side and splats as he hits the floor, waddles a few feet and then starts licking all of the water off of his fur. He had had all four legs in the water and it was deep enough that it just touched his belly. He's always been fond of flowers, the little weirdo.
Did you read the part about epsom salts being a laxative?
Yep.
That's what it's like at our house.
The "not so good" is happening more and more often and usually escalates into "really awful". One of the most common scenarios revolves around this young goat's legs becoming so itchy that sitting still is impossible. It is apparently triggered by coming in contact with either writing utensils or workbooks.
Mommy Goat has been dealing with this daily (make that hourly) and has been seeking suggestions from numerous sources. One source suggested that the young goat be informed that this sounded like a severe case of Homework-itis and that it is easily cured with a special remedy. A washcloth that has been soaked in a solution of warm water, epsom salts and flower petals will wash away the Homework-itis and relieve all feelings of itchiness.
If a wash cloth could do all that, just imagine what bathing in this remedy could cure. So that's what they did, filling the tub with enough water for the young goat to soak her legs, epsom salts and flower petals. Everything was fabulous. Because they didn't want to clog the drain with flower petals, they left the water in the tub until they could scoop the petals out later.
When I arrived home from work, young goat proudly told me that she was cured! Happy day!
We'll see.
Did you know that besides the therapeutic benefits from soaking in epsom salts, they can also be mixed with a glass of water and used as a laxative?
Anyway, I was home from work and stepped into the bathroom. The sound of someone splashing in the tub surprised me, especially since I couldn't see anyone in the tub. Then Kitty (aka Dumas) hauls his fat self over the side and splats as he hits the floor, waddles a few feet and then starts licking all of the water off of his fur. He had had all four legs in the water and it was deep enough that it just touched his belly. He's always been fond of flowers, the little weirdo.
Did you read the part about epsom salts being a laxative?
Yep.
That's what it's like at our house.
Unexplainable
Ummm, well...I, uh...
Hmmmm. I just don't know where to begin.
-There had to have been lawsuits out the wahzoo or at least I hope there was.
-This is like a live action video of the "How Many Things Are Wrong With This Picture" games in kid's magazines.
-After careful calculations, I estimate that the total budget for this scene was $3.89.
-Translation! I need a translation!
-If you go to this link, be sure to check out the Bollywood version of "Thriller".
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Mixed Feelings
A new kind of theater experience was recently unveiled to a Spiderman 3 audience. It was an interactive video game that was projected on the screen before the previews started. A montion sensor at the front of the theater used the audience's movements to control a paddle for a Breakout type game. Watch the video to see how it turned out.
At first, this sounded really cool. But I can imagine that if it spreads to more theaters, you're going to have some control freaks getting a little bent out of shape if people aren't playing along just right. Those of us that grew up with Atari and Intellivision still remember how frustrating unresponsive controllers can be.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Mothers Day
As we all know (I hope) Mother's day will descend upon us this Sunday, so let's not forget Mom. Sure, you could go by a card that is dripping with things that would never come out of your mouth, or you could give her wwwdot recognition right here on Threegoat. Give us a good story about your mother, or you can give us a story about ours.
Our mom deserves much credit, she got the three of us through childhood in one piece, some of the pieces had to be reattached, but for now, all pieces are present and accounted for, good job Mom. Now those of you who know Mom are expecting a story about her kindness, her generosity, basically anything dealing with her genial demeanor. Well that’s not what you’re getting from me. No, I thought I would push aside some of the more obvious things in my mental vault and give you some minutia that reveals the true queen of the goats. Seeing as how I am currently 800 miles away from her right now, I consider myself reasonably safe in telling this tale.
We always had pets; cats, dogs, fish, frogs, gerbils, turtles, and yes, briefly a goat. Mom grew up an animal person, so she always took to the pets. There was one cat, however, that never fell under the umbrella of her affection. Cotton was, after all, so feral that Francis of Assisi might have gone in search of a bag and a river. We were enjoying our usual breakfast one morning before school, Mom with her grapefruit, Somegoat and I with our sugarless cereal. Cotton was not so docile. The corybantic feline, for some reason that I’m sure made sense to him, attacked my poor, unsuspecting mother’s leg. What happened next is told in literary slow-motion, the actual event happened in the time it takes to blink an eye. Neither of us were blinking. Mom grabbed the cat by his scruff, tossed him about knee-high in the air, and then punted him through the door on the other end of the kitchen with better accuracy than a Gramatica could muster. All without leaving her seat. We blinked. We turned to each other and blinked again. Then we erupted in laughter.
To this day she denies this event ever happened, but we saw it, and it was cool. And don’t worry about the cat, it probably enjoyed the ride. So the moral of the story is to stay off my mom’s leg.
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY MOM!
Our mom deserves much credit, she got the three of us through childhood in one piece, some of the pieces had to be reattached, but for now, all pieces are present and accounted for, good job Mom. Now those of you who know Mom are expecting a story about her kindness, her generosity, basically anything dealing with her genial demeanor. Well that’s not what you’re getting from me. No, I thought I would push aside some of the more obvious things in my mental vault and give you some minutia that reveals the true queen of the goats. Seeing as how I am currently 800 miles away from her right now, I consider myself reasonably safe in telling this tale.
We always had pets; cats, dogs, fish, frogs, gerbils, turtles, and yes, briefly a goat. Mom grew up an animal person, so she always took to the pets. There was one cat, however, that never fell under the umbrella of her affection. Cotton was, after all, so feral that Francis of Assisi might have gone in search of a bag and a river. We were enjoying our usual breakfast one morning before school, Mom with her grapefruit, Somegoat and I with our sugarless cereal. Cotton was not so docile. The corybantic feline, for some reason that I’m sure made sense to him, attacked my poor, unsuspecting mother’s leg. What happened next is told in literary slow-motion, the actual event happened in the time it takes to blink an eye. Neither of us were blinking. Mom grabbed the cat by his scruff, tossed him about knee-high in the air, and then punted him through the door on the other end of the kitchen with better accuracy than a Gramatica could muster. All without leaving her seat. We blinked. We turned to each other and blinked again. Then we erupted in laughter.
To this day she denies this event ever happened, but we saw it, and it was cool. And don’t worry about the cat, it probably enjoyed the ride. So the moral of the story is to stay off my mom’s leg.
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY MOM!
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Survival Gear
When the ice caps melt from this global warming thing and the robots have retooled themselves to conquer the new aquatic Earth, these things are gonna come in real handy.
Until then, if some benefator would like to donate a few of these to The Goats, we'll be glad to run them through their paces. Of course we'll need transportation and lodging at a nice tropical location. Destination is your choice, we wouldn't want to be greedy.
Video of the Seabob in action.
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