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Mo Than Words Can Say
Now I truely missed this year's Movember, the month formerly known as November. Just as last year thousands of dedicated males have their mo (=mustache) grow to it's full glory within a month.
These are the rules: on Movember 1st you shave and then let your mo grow until the end of the mo-nth. Growing a beard and shaving it to a mo at the end of the month is considered as cheating. Instead it must be an honest mo through and through with a clean shaven chin. A mo with dignity, one that Burt Reynolds, His unapproachable Mo-ness, would be proud of.
For cowards: Grow a virtual mo!
For undecided ones: Study the mo!
For real men: Celebrate the mo!
Towel Day
Brigitte Bardot celebrating Towel Day.
Towel Day is considered the first and only universal public holiday ever. It is celebrated by countless creatures throughout the universe since time without beginning. The origin lies mere 5 years ago, but living in an interstellar age time lost it's chronological order and became as useless as a digital watch without batteries. Probably even more.
Towel Day is a day to commemorate the (past or upcoming) death of Douglas Adams (it depends if you read this before or after his passing). He was/is/will be the father of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Universe, the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom.
Also Towel Day should remind you never to underestimate the value of your towel. As we all know, »any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with«. In that respect Towel Day wants to remind each and every one of us not to forget that towel when the crucial moment comes.
In the following you will find some terrestrial locals celebrating towel day.
Oz in a Nutshell
A brief description of Australia for all those of you who haven't been there yet, for those who did but neither could find the time nor the right words to describe this country, and last but not least for those of you who always needed a solid excuse to never (never) ever set foot on Australian soil at any price. Ever. Thank you, Mr. Adams!
»Every country is like a particular type of person. America is like a belligerent, adolescent boy, Canada is like an intelligent, 35 year old woman. Australia is like Jack Nicholson. It comes right up to you and laughs very hard in your face in a highly threatening and engaging manner. In fact it's not so much a country as such, more a sort of thin crust of semi-demented civilisation caked around the edge of a vast, raw wilderness, full of heat and dust and hopping things.
Tell most Australians that you like their country and they will give a dry laugh and say 'Well, it's the last place left now isn't it?', which is the sort of worrying thing that Australians say. You don't quite know what they mean but it worries you in case they're right.
Just knowing that the place is lurking there on the other side of the world where we can't see it is oddly unsettling, and I'm always looking for excuses to go even if only to keep an eye on it.
I also happen to love it.«
- Douglas Adams (The Salmon of Doubt)
Les Misérables
A nice smorgasbord on robots:
»Als Descartes der Königin von Frankreich erkären wollte, daß alle Tiere nur Maschinen seien, zeigte diese auf eine Uhr und antwortete: 'Sehe er zu, daß sie Junge bekommt.'«
So now what? Here we got some definitions about our artificial intelligent friends:
»The Encyclopedia Galactica defines a robot as a mechanical apparatus designed to do the work of a man. The marketing division of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation defines a robot as 'Your Plastic Pal Who's Fun to Be With.' The Hitchhiker?s Guide to the Galaxy, however, defines a robot as a machine built by humanoid ape-descendants as a result of their insecurity about being the most intelligent creatures they are aware of.«
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