Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Cool Easter Egg on Facebook

A Fun Little Experiment

Try this while you're on Facebook: On your keyboard, press UP, UP, DOWN, DOWN, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT, B, A, ENTER and then scroll up OR down, You will see something interesting. 

Refresh/reload to get rid of it. 


Sometimes programmers get bored while making things so they put things like this in their stuff as a joke/easter egg for people to find.

If it doesn't work for you, try using a different browser. I confirmed that it works on Chrome.

Ciao4Now


Friday, October 23, 2009

Save Money for Free!

So yes I like the whole blast off idea, and would love to have you guys join. As far as I can see its a win win situation, and who doesn't like that right?
Click here to find out more about Blastoff

Click here To truely save money and have a cool webpage for much of the stuff you do:
My Personal invitation for you to Join Blastoff

As with my BluCigs, I may even give incentives to those who join, however I have to see how many of you join first.

Think of blastoff as a place to make your own cool looking homepage on the net to buy things, and get some of the information you need. By buying stuff you would normally buy, but doing it through Blastoff, you will get discounts on your everyday purchases.

Did I mention its free? Let me know your experience with it is.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Instant Messaging Made Easy

Through the years instant messaging has gotten more and more popular. I am old enough to remember the days when Compuserve, Prodigy, and AOL seemingly ruled the internet. When the smart and savvy internet crawler, used IRC. Well interestingly while some companies have fallen, and other services have emerged, Instant messaging has remained. Now the names include Myspace IM, Yahoo, MSN, AIM (Aol's instant messanger), & Facebook to name a few. However each of these clients have their own messanger to install, and if your like me you may not want to install all of those programs. Especially if your on someone elses computer but need to talk to a friend. Thats why Meebo, is my favorite way to message.

Instead of having to install something, you can message right from your browser with out installing anything if you want.

Of course this can be a little annoying keeping a browser open on your computer all the time to recieve messages, so the great people at Meebo created the notifier. Install this on your main computer and this one program keeps you logged on without having to run each of those programs, and it notifies you when you get a message. or whatever else you tell it to notify you for. With only a small memory footprint.

Greatest thing is when you get a message all you have to do is click on it and it opens up your browser of choice and opens up the meebo window.

If you have Android there is even a client for your Android phone also!

But don't take my word for it, Check it out for yourself learn first hand. By trying it out. Tell us what you think in the comment here.

https://www.meebo.com/notifier/

For me Meebo stands for:

Messaging
Entrinsicly
Extending
Bonds
Online

or

Mainly
Enjoying
Emotions
Beautifully
Online

However Technically this is their explanation of their name.

http://blog.meebo.com/?p=74

Picture of Administrator
Many of you have asked us what the name meebo means, where it comes from, etc. Unfortunately for those of you who were expecting some sort of juicy story, meebo is not a secret acronym or an inside joke. As far as we know, it doesn’t translate to anything — the closest definition is the Mouse Exonic Evidence Based Oligonucleotide (MEEBO) but that’s totally unrelated to us :)

So a while back we were eating lunch at CPK one afternoon, and because we were bored, we thought it’d be fun to do a brain dump of possible product name ideas.
We wrote down all the possible names we could think of on a napkin. Two syllables were a requirement and Elaine leaned heavily towards names that started with the letter M. It had to have no prior association and the spelling had to be easy enough so that if you heard it, you could spell it. (It took us weeks to come up with a good logo but it all worked out =p)

We came up with about fifty before we started repeating ourselves (the napkin got kind of inky by that point). The waitress also started giving us looks because by then, we’d started playing enunciation games and arguing over who had better spelling skills =p. Driving back home, we entered all fifty names — one by one — into a browser and eliminated all but something like five, because the rest were taken. After playing with variations on the few remaining, we picked
meebo and voila!
sandy


Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Balloon Boy Story Goes Pop

There is something sad about parents creating a drama, and fabricating a story to get media attention. You have to wonder, did their parents love them when they were a kid? Maybe they are just so lazy that it seemed like an easy way to make money.

I will say though sometimes it does seem like people who do stupid things (like have 8 or more children through In Vitro Fertilization (IFV)) seem to get a lot of money for being stupid. Going on TV shows, enforcements. While you and me work hard, and try to be responsible, and the government takes our money, and spends it on their hotel stays in other countries, and nice big armored SUV's. Here is an idea why don't you politicians acctually be decent representatives, and civil servants, then maybe the people won't want to do bodily harm to you. Then you wouldn't need the armored vehicles, and can really spend that money on making our country better.

All of that aside, what do you think should be the punishment for the Balloon Boy Farce. I hope that they throw the book at them, wasting everyones time, and money on a publicity stunt. I wonder how many people went without important care, because the police were dealing with "Balloon Boy". What kind of example were they showing to their children? We can only hope that it was a child's prank.

Till Next Time.
Ciao4Now

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Talking Meat

I love this dialog. This amazing other has other short stories, so check his website and comment on your favorite ones.

This was taken from a series of stories entitled "Alien/Nation" in Omni, 1990-ish.
Click here to go to his Official Site.


THEY'RE MADE OUT OF MEAT
By Terry Bisson

"They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"Meat. They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"There's no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."

"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?"

"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."

"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."

"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."

"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they're made out of meat."

"Maybe they're like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."

"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take long. Do you have any idea what's the life span of meat?"

"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."

"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."

"No brain?"

"Oh, there's a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat! That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"So ... what does the thinking?"

"You're not understanding, are you? You're refusing to deal with what I'm telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat."

"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"

"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?"

"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."

"Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."

"Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?"

"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual."

"We're supposed to talk to meat."

"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.' That sort of thing."

"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"
"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."

"I thought you just told me they used radio."

"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."

"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"

"Officially or unofficially?"

"Both."

"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."

"I was hoping you would say that."

"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"

"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say? 'Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"

"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."

"So we just pretend there's no one home in the Universe."

"That's it."

"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You're sure they won't remember?"

"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."

"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."

"And we marked the entire sector unoccupied."

"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"

"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again."

"They always come around."

"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone ..."