The Giant Fighting Robot Report

I am dubious. (I am metal.) I am stainless. I am milk in your plastic.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Meet the new blogger same as the old blogger

Google is upgrading their installation, and while I suggested that I might want to upgrade, their process only lets me get so far and then it does.

Also, when you try to log into the new system, it logs you out of Google's other stuff, so it's a real clusterfuck.

(Edit: they appear to have fixed that behavior but they're still asking people to migrate their blogs and then telling them they can't do so at this time.)

Busy as hell right now. Talk to me at the end of the month. I don't even know what day it is--I think it might be Thursday.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

t-shirts t-shirts t-shirts

I already own too many t-shirts, but I am sorely tempted by these that I found at Oddica:

Wax On, Wax Off
Sith Abandon Ship 2
Can't Beat 'Em, Sell 'Em

Found these through the blog of Chris Prederick, creator of the best Firefox extension ever.

I've already toyed with downloading the Dig Dug theme song to use as a ringtone for my Sidekick 3, so having a t-shirt to go with it would either be really awesome, really nerdy, or both.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Culinary perfection has been achieved

Somebody has made the ultimate foodstuff:

Meat cake.

No, seriously, a meaty cake. A cake of pure meatiness. Beats mincemeat pie into a cocked hat. Decimates bangers and mash.
Okay, see, this bears some explanation. A coworker is getting married next week, and we were talking about wedding cakes (I had just done one for two friends of mine). He asked if I could do one for him - totally joking of course. "Oh, sure, what kind of chef are you that you can't pump out a wedding cake on just two weeks notice??" He went on to describe his ultimate wedding cake. "I hate that wedding cakes are all girly. There should be like a groom cake to go with the traditional wedding cake. A guy's cake. Like..made out of meat."

A lightbulb went off in my mind. "I could TOTALLY do that," I exclaimed. "A meatloaf! With mashed potato frosting! OH MY GOD!"

And so she did. Well played.

In other news, the new season of Battlestar Galactica promises to be even darker than before, or so the rumor mill has told me.

Given how dark last season was, each episode this season should include a dial-in number where you can state your name and get a shipment of Valium delivered to your home.