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Yoshida Porter I am not
What the hell? (see comments at bottom of that page) May as well have some fun with it, I guess.
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Speech-to-text it is not
Speaking of cars, the new voice-controlled car navigation systems are a total fucking trip. A couple weeks ago, I caught a ride with a guy from work to an after-work enkai (drink up) in his new navi-equipped ride. I truly felt like a stranger, because he carried on a conversation with the in-dash navigation system, which he has dubbed Keiko, the whole way. DRIVER (using destination input command): Keiko! Destination, Taiho (restaurant name), Route 28. KEIKO (in sexy woman’s voice): Confirmed. Time to destination is approximately five minutes. DRIVER: Keiko! Thank you. KEIKO: You’re welcome. Now this was pretty fucking geeky and I teased the fuck out of my coworker,…
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Toyota Presents: Driving for Dummies
Annoying beeps and auto-braking are quite possibly the most unwanted features I can think of, for a car. And yet: Toyota Computer Makes You Watch the Road What we really, really need is a Remote Bitchslap Feature. That guy weaving across three lanes? RBF. The secretary type who can’t stop glancing at her PDF/keitai every two seconds? RBF. That ugly guy with index finger probing for salty green nostrilnuggets? RBmothafuckinF. Warning: I will most likely be automatically RBFing every white Toyota that passes, just on principle. (link via)
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The Pedantic Culinary
It’s not easy being a leading authority in the English-language realm of Japanese Fish Sausage, and yet, I feel I have accomplished something very important. For my next project I had hoped to cover the plastic food replicas often seen in the front window of Japanese restaurants (and on sale in Doguyasuji), but someone has already done an excellent job of that: Delicious Vinyl: Japan’s Plastic Food Replicas
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Another dream…
I dreamt of speaking with an Indian chief over a campfire. Unfortunately, it was not an Indian fire, but a “white man’s fire,” and it drew our enemies in closer and closer with its absurd largeness. They were taking potshots at us. Hurriedly, the chief passed onto me a buffalo horn and said simply, “you will know what to do with it.” Then he started singing: Hayayayayigh See my arrows fly Hayayayayigh Over and over and over. An arrow pierced his heart, and he passed into the next world, content. I was left holding the buffalo horn. // The thing is, I know this song from my childhood, but I…
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Jesus Christ
Is this shit really happening?
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When you have nothing else, smile.
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Bachelor of the Year!
Goddamn fucking sicko. It really wouldn’t surprise me if this guy was a spammer. Poor little guinea pig.
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New Orleans
HOLY SHIT. My prayers go out to all.
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SPAM was better as a canned pink meat
Some asshole spammer is spamming blogs with a link from my blog (details here). He’s spamming my readers/commenters, it seems. I apologize for this. I have nothing to do with the spam being sent. But I still feel very bad about the people getting spammed. On the brighter side of things, SPAM spelled backwards is still MAPS.
