Showing posts with label We Live in the Future. Show all posts
Showing posts with label We Live in the Future. Show all posts

Monday, December 6, 2010

"Put your mental burden in my mind-vice, and I will crush it."


Jack Donaghy, voice of the future?! Perhaps if Google and 30 Rock have their way.

Google's acquisition of Phonetic Arts brings hope to the masses who have suffered grave miscommunication as a result of butchered Google Voicemail transcriptions. The Googquisition will also allow for more rapid development of realistic speech synthesis and state-of-the-art prank phone calls.

I wonder if Real Dolls are next on Google's hit-list of conquests. That would surely make for an interesting coupling of technologies aimed at the rapid development of functionalized and realistic synthetic girlfriends. Certainly one must examine the motivations driving new technological breakthroughs.

P.S. Kudos to those of you who, like Liz Lemon, use your friends as your therapist. Not only do they take your insurance, but the money you save can go to actual (retail) therapy. I even made up a jingle about it...

"Retail Therapy, you get somethin' for your money!"

Somebody needs to auto-tune that shit!


Disclaimer: The Real Dolls site is NSFW, nor is it safe for anyone with an aversion to graphic images of synthetic human bits.

Friday, December 3, 2010

I want to go to there


Meet The Mirrorcube. The way cooler-than-your-childhood-fort offered up by the Swedish team at Treehotel. If you are interested in what sounds like the most fantastic, albeit pricey vacay, hop on over to the idyllic northern town of Harads (population 600), just 60 kilometers shy of the Arctic Circle!


And don't worry, over stimulation is more likely to set in than aerial cabin fever. Check out the exhaustive list of local adventure options for the winter/spring and
summer/fall seasons!

Now, there may be some of you out there like myself, whose only prior exposure to cubical dwelling is in the form of a corporate office or a traumatic cinematic prison (à la Hypercube). I have not personally tree hugged that far north, so I cannot guarantee that Mirrorcube is not in fact the product of a complex, high-tech conspiracy set upon preventing the escape of those trapped within.

It probably isn't though.

Once again, the subject begs the fundamental question: Keeper or Creeper?

Well (she says smugly), I don't know of anyone who has returned.