Happy ♥Valentine's Day♥ and all! I took most of the day off from work, and we went out to Hanada Hibachi for some more of those amazing Udon noodles. (I was amused to find that when I typed "Hanada Hibachi" into Google, the first hit was right here.)
(And I was at least as amused to find that like the fifth hit was a page on the Northwest Montana Association of Realtors site that wasn't actually there anymore, but whose Google-cached copy revealed that it had contained a copy of the text from that week's weblog entry also. Why the Northwest Montana Association of Realtors had a copy of one of my weblog pages on their site I cannot imagine. Odd place, the Web.)
Which reminds us that (as a result of some spirited discussion on that Sims 2 site I'm always hanging out on) we've been looking into the current state of theories about early (before say the invention of the cell) replicators. Here's a recent Natural History review, a relevant Wikipedia page, a paper I haven't finished, and some book I might get someday, and also a book I just ordered.
Cool stuff, pre-cellular life. I ought to break out those old programs I wrote a million years ago that simulated evolution in various toy universes. Computers are way bigger and faster now; maybe I could breed some superintelligent machine overlords or something.
Talking about evolution and stuff reminds us of Kansas, which has recently given us yet another reason it should secede, or at least get a new legislature. Sheesh. (In case that's a Salon Premium Only page or anything, see also Slate.)
And on a related subject (heh heh), Apple Discontinues Sales To Stupid People:
Just one day after learning that it is the target of a lawsuit claiming the iPod might one day possibly under certain circumstances maybe hurt some guy in Louisiana's ears, Apple has decided to discontinue sales to stupid people.
A perceptive reader writes:
That's interesting about your Ajax Toy being used as a community garden for metababy. It's sort of like dropping one's children off at the highschool dance then finding out they went to a rave instead.
A poignant simile. Here's another gift from (via) the toy, very appropriate for today:
She had had a good lover once. One of those gum sweet lovers that strokes your cheek softly and says Good Morning Baby but she couldn't believe her luck and tested the spell and it broke like a sugarbowl flung at a burglar who turns out to be your brother sneaking in late. No more gummi lover and yes she did cry, but not right away.
We've really got to reprint them all together sometime. Then once the author becomes famous e can mention us on Oprah, and we'll be famous too!