Restraint

And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until your floor is clean.

This is what robots do when you’re not home:

Roomba

30 minute exposure of a Roomba's cleaning path.

Easy as ABC

It has been too long since I’ve posted anything worthwhile. Mostly because I’ve been working on this:

A Bright Cut Across Velvet Sky

It’s done now. Will write soon.

Canal By Night

Stopped on my way home to take a photo. Ottawa is such a beautiful city at night.

A Bright Cut Across Velvet Sky

The new Ad·ver·sary disc is finished. I’m listening to the final master now to make sure there’s no glitches, and then off it goes.

Tracklist:

  1. Ancients (Cyanotic Remix)
  2. Waiting for Gira (Patience is a Virtue Perceived Remix by ESA)
  3. Creatura (and the sea)
  4. Just (Spookier Remix by Iszoloscope)
  5. Bone Music (Disparition Remix)
  6. No Exit (Sartre Wasn’t Kidding Remix by Candle Nine)
  7. Friends of Father (Oil Sands Remix by Monoculture)
  8. Dresden
  9. Waiting for Gira (Still Waiting Remix by Stendeck)
  10. Darker
  11. Just (Boo! Remix by Synkro)
  12. Waiting For Gira (Phylr Remix)
  13. Number Nine (Square Prime Remix by Autoclav1.1)
  14. Just (Passed Away Remix by Salt)
  15. Cyanotic – Deface (Ad·ver·sary + Dirtybunny = Industrial Strength Mix)

Fuck yes.

pew pew pew

You know what’s really fucking awesome? LASERS.

You know what’s even awesomer? NUCLEAR FUCKING FUSION.

Do you know what happens when you put the two of them together? MOTHERFUCKING LASER-BASED INTERNAL CONFINEMENT FUSION, that’s what!

That’s where you take 192 big fucking lasers and put them in a room like this:

NIF Target Chamber

…and then point them all at this:

Fusion Microcapsule

…and you make it so they all hit that little fucking ball at the EXACT SAME FUCKING TIME and heat the thing up to 100,000,000 ˚C.

THAT is what fucking happens.

The National Ignition Facility in California broke the one-megajoule barrier a few weeks ago, and appear to be well on the way to the first energy-positive fusion lab ever.

Godspeed, you crazy bastards.

SXSW PBP

I am safely returned from Austin! The conference was good, and the city was fantastic. The only other place in the states that I’ve enjoyed as much is Chicago. Maybe it’s because of all the extra people and chaos around the SXSW festival, but the amount of music and amazing food (two of my favourite things) was unbelievable.

Friday morning I discovered the wonder that is the breakfast taco at Cicso’s Restaurant Bakery! In the afternoon it was to the Museum of The Weird, and then to a (terrible!) laptop music battle. The idea was really cool: A dozen pair of musicians battle, each one gets exactly 3 minutes, crowd decides which ones move on to the next round. Unfortunately, the music was (seriously) horrible and (even more seriously) boring. I would love to sign up for next year and kick some ass.

Saturday morning was more delicious breakfast, and Saturday night was a party full of wonderful and weird entertainment. A lot of fun until the lineup for the washrooms became longer than the lineup to get in. Ended up at a place called The Jackalope, which is quite likely the most awesome bar in the world. Pulled pork quesadillas are like a sex party for your mouth.

Had lunch Sunday with the Wordpress crew, and then a night drive to Driftwood, Texas, where we made a pilgrimage to the best barbeque in a day’s travel: The Salt Lick. I tried to take photos of it, but there was no way to capture the scale of the place. It’s two or three huge buildings, with a parking lot the size of Rideau Centre. Serious fucking food. (Also, serious fucking drinking: Driftwood is in a dry county, so it’s BYOB — there were families there who brought massive coolers-on-wheels full of beer and whiskey.)

Spent a beautiful Monday day walking around South Congress, which is what Queen Street West would have been if everyone there listened to psychobilly instead of post-punk.  In the evening was the EFF party, which reminded me of the Dark Carnivals, except with cooler vendors and less interesting visual artists. The headlining artist was Ian McLagan (formerly of the Faces [with Ronnie Wood, Kenny Jones, and Rod Stewart], aka The Modfather), and we snuck backstage to hang out with him for a few hours after the show, where he gave us many drinks and told us hilarious stories about Bob Dylan and Billy Bragg. Stopped by the Casino El Camino on the way back to the hotel for a delicious dirty cheeseburger (and to say hi to The Amazing Mr. Lifto) before calling it a night.

Then Tuesday a brief stop at Austin’s finest haberdashery, a bunch of hours on a couple of planes, stopped by Zaphods for the last few hours of the night, and (finally) home.

How was your week?

PRETTY EYES PRETTY EYES

(More SXSW Photos on my Flickr.)

The Spirit of 1776

Confederate dead.

SXSW So Far

I’m in Austin for the next few days at SXSW Interactive. The wifi and cell networks here are absolutely terrible, but I’ll try to keep in touch whenever I can find a proper pipe.

Some highlights so far (you can see all the Austin photos on my Flickr):

Austin Airport

My hotel.

First session of the day.

....or did it?

…and how could I not visit THE MUSEUM OF THE WEIRD?

It’s not the years, it’s the mileage.

In 1981, before George Lucas was killed in a tragic accident and replaced by a robot that hates all art, he made a movie called Raiders of the Lost Ark with Steven Spielberg and Lawrence Kasdan.

Three years earlier, Lucas and Spielberg sat down with Kasdan for five days to talk about the ideas they had for the movie, and flesh out the storytelling. Today, a transcript of the story conference has just leaked online, and it is fucking awesome.

Indiana Smith

There’s also a fantastic analysis of the transcript that anyone who loves film should read.

Now where’s the one for Blade Runner?

(Via Rob Sheridan’s Twitter)