Archive for February 21st, 2008

Golf : Scientific Sport

Thursday, February 21st, 2008

I think golfing may be the most technical sport out there. You’ve got your scientifically engineered golf clubs and your aerodynamic golf balls with a specific number of dimples. You’ve got the perfect swing as determined by a computer watching you through the lens of a high speed camera able to catch even the slightest quiver of the club during the swing. You’ve got your tees and your cleats and your gloves.

Tell me, in basketball do they film your layup, zoom in on your shooting hand and graph the tomography of your follow through? I think not.

They may care how many stitches are on a baseball, but they don’t check to see if the line created by the stitch is just the right parabola.

And football is obviously not very scientific – get ball, put ball in end zone, hit people on way to end zone, dance.

Ground Control to Major Tom

Thursday, February 21st, 2008

The deadly sentient satellite poised to spew a toxic cloud of unused fuel across the atmosphere has been thwarted in it’s attempt to kill everyone on the planet!

I mean, the Navy shot down a broken hunk of junk. You can see the footage at CNN and, I’m sure, somewhere on YouTube.

It lacks a certain something and I don’t believe it will get the special effects Oscar next year.  It goes without saying that it should have been in color.  And I understand that there’s not REALLY sound in space, but they could have dubbed over the footage with some heart thumping music.  And instead of saying it had hydrazine fuel, say it was carrying cyanide so everyone understands how toxic it is (never mind that cyanide would likely not be flammable in space).

Oh, now China says we’re trying to arm space.  Little do they know, we’ve done that already.  BWAHAHAHAHA!

How Do I Love Thee – Let Me Count the Ways

Thursday, February 21st, 2008

I just wanted to thank those of you who leave comments on this blog.  It’s always fun to see that a real person has been here and not just a freaky robot.  Today I went to look at the comments in moderation and found 54!! – all spam.  Apparently they were trying to sell business cards.

Then I saw that one had filtered through from a real person.  I read it three times.  I printed it out. I sleep with it under my pillow.  At least you know that if you write a comment, it won’t be ignored here.

Anyway, as long as you’re human, feel free to write comments here.  If you’re uncomfortable with the notion of my sleeping with it under my pillow, make a note of that in the comment.  Or just be rude – I probably won’t fall in love with those.