Commercial Break: Getting Your Ass To Mars











My health has been better*. In my stead, enjoy life, anywhere. Like, right now. Perfect time of year to go outside and avoid people, but appreciate that there are things happening thanks to their interference [try and take the positive out of this sentence].
As one Bart Simpson reminds us, "birds and bees are having sex with each other."
[the description of what you see above is after the jump]
Michigan State University's Paul Hunter may not have been the most liked professor, but he was well respected. For years I heard tales for quite sometime about a "grey-haired man of science" making things go boom in his lectures. Friends who defected from Ohio to attend Michigan State gave me mixed-impressions of him.
As a native Ohioan I'm supposed to be hardcoded to hate anything resembling Michigan or Michigan accessories. However, I'm not eight and this guy is clearly operating on a level far above that of the average Joe Science ... pack?
Last month Professor Hunter past away from a heart attack which was attibuted to a car accident hours prior.
The video above is from the Science Olympiad held at MSU. A very difficult exam most of the students have to take in order to pass their class. At the end of the Olympiad, Professor Hunter would amaze students with his daring science savvy.
One day me and some dancing buddies were waiting in line at an IHOP talking about cancer. Because, you know, what else would some twenty-somethings talk about while waiting to fill ourselves with sugary-fried goodness?
When I was a kid, I had this eschewed vision of what lava could do. I had weird fantasies of lining up my toys next to the base of a volcano and watching the toxic plastic, become deformed representations of what Hasbro initially sold my mom. Not for once thinking that my shoes, feet and legs would be destroyed in the process of watching my toys turn to ash. I've always wanted to get close enough to touch a "super-teensy" portion and taste it. Because when you're a kid you think lava tastes like hot orange sherbert.
Which, even in theory, is a terrible taste to imagine. When I see this eager scientist running up to the lava lake. I see an educated man tapping into that child that [momentarily] threw away logic and is dead-set on putting is toys as close to destruction as possible.
It's cool that he got the sample and can study the inner-workings of how our planet reacts to our existence. I'd still like to see what lava does to some die-cast metal though.
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As the title indicates, the surgical da Vinci robot is clearly being used for it's intended purposes. That purpose being: stylin' on all other robots that wish they had the swag and technological bling that this one cleary possess. What with having them arms and grape peeling power. One day, yes, one day this surgical robot will see the inside of -- a melon.
[In all honesty, The da Vinci robot has been quite the achievement for modern medical science. It's been zapping cervical, prostate and all sorts of cancers for years. For more info, go here]
I kinda feel like anything I've accomplished in life has been all for naught. How can any idea I have after today compete with something that, not only removes stains with such ease, but even the stain's residue! America, there is no hope. Our inventions are not worthy.
It's only right. I guess I did talk a lot of smack about Dollhouse didn't I?
If you have some spare time to kill. Venture over to F**k Yeah Nouns. Apparently you can type in a name and I'm assuming the site searches public photos on Facebook and Twitter [which a little scary when you think about it]. This little science experiment pics the first photo found that has the tagged name you typed in. Pretty cool, huh?
"Fear For Your Puny Lives!"