saw something very cool on another site. Wood mirrors, trash mirrors and a roomfull of flashbacks. The dude's name is Daniel Rozin and his art projects are cool as hell. he makes a "mirror" out of wood and little servo motors that tilt some wooden tiles to reflect light and create an outline of someone who passes in front of it. it's hard to explain but the video on the site shows how it works. he also does this with hammered pieces of trash, and some silver balls that are pushed in and out of tubes. fascinating stuff. he also has a room where you enter with a flashlight and illuminate different stages of his life. his "flashback" room is a great idea and his explanation...
"everyone knows how to use a flashlight and what to expect of it, and the flashlight in this experience performs as one would expect it to, apart from the fact that the flashlight emits no light"
...is interesting enough to inspire all sorts of fiction. i'm stuck on a project right now actually. i'm currently trying to talk myself into writing my first first-person story. i've always been opposed to writing in the first person for several reasons. some i can't explain. it just always feels wrong, like i'm cheating. like i'm not working hard enough.
now Porky's is over and some dudes are building a dunk-tank out of garbage. what's up? is all the good TV being used up tonight? i'm two for two! i'm going to hit a random button on the remote and see if i don't get the hat trick. ready...
no bullshit. i just clicked on the History channel and the narrator is talking about Nobel inventing dynamite. i've always heard about that ("the Nobel Peace prize is named after the guy who invented what?") but never heard the whole story. i have to watch this. wow. "Porky's," two guys constructing a dunk-tank, and the history of dynamite. TV won't get this good again so i have to give it both eyes and ears right now. they just said that the first bomb was dropped during a demonstration from a Wright brother's airplane. it's as if planes and bombs were squeezed out of the same womb, connected forever. it's like the mechanical fly Fishfry was talking about. you just know it flew into a metal spiderweb.
also, in honor of her Private Hell that she just posted, here's a little joke i've always liked:
dude goes to hell and he's getting the tour by a demon. the demon opens a room and inside are a bunch of sinners standing waist deep in shit. the new guy is thinking, "that's nasty, but i really thought it would be worse..."
then the demon whistles and yells, "Okay, breaks over! Everyone back on your heads!"