This reminds me of the British spaceship comedy teevee show /Hyperdrive/, in which Eduardo York creates a living copy of himself from his own bodily secretions. And it's creepy, but the creature ends up sacrificing itself to save everyone else. As it crashes a shuttle into an oncoming ship to divert it from destroying the HMS Camden Lock, it says, "I'm doing it for you, Eduardo."
The all-new GumWhiz PlaqueWhacker. (With optional tongue clamp to keep sensitive tongue tissue from becoming all wound up in the works.) (Like what happened to that dog we read about last month that ran its tongue through a paper shredder.)
I remember reading a science fiction story in, I think, the 1980s, possibly the 1990s, titled /The Boy Who Walked Around The Moons Of Jupiter/. The boy --15 or 18-- in nothing but VR glasses and underwear, walks on a treadmill. At the end of the story, a reporter (the narrator) sees that the boy has pissed himself; he informs him of this, and the boy calls out to his mother to come and clean him up: "Mom! I'm wet again!"
Actually, though the tune and meter may predate the familiar song, /Yankee Doodle/ clearly comes from /yank ye doodle/; the Brits were calling the Americans wankers. And while /macaroni/ might have been slang for military decorations, it also alluded to the laughable and limp shortcomings of the collective enemy.
In turn, in the present day, Americans perhaps unfairly deride native patriots in the Middle East as ragheads.
Go into cryogenic storage with the machinery set to revive you once the snow is gone. Elapsed subjective time to melt snow from the entire landscape: two minutes. Possible side effects: frostbite, dementia, death. It might be worth it.
Okay, there's the million-dollar idea: 1. invisible ink inkjet printer cartridges. (Home tinkerers can flush and fill their own.) And further ideas: 2. several-color invisible ink cartridges, so a page can be printed in one pass, that can show totally different messages depending on the make-it-visible reagent you use later. 3. art-show animation using this technology. And 4. recycling, using the same paper several times by this process, an invisible palimpsest. It probably wouldn't smell very good, but offices often smell bad anyway, with all the personal care chemicals in the air and carpets and etc.
I like to imagine it's not a college stunt but rather a kind of Scientology convention event where every year on this date the Body Thetans come out to make mischief. It makes the screaming and cheering creepier and more interesting. Also, the dancers are the children of famous Scientologists, and afterward they rejoin the others and bob for apples and handle snakes and shock each other's hands with their little galvanometers.
It sounds like Malachi Constant's failed investment.
(From Kurt Vonnegut's /Sirens of Titan/.) The furniture was visually attractive but off-putting-- if you sat on the edge of the desk, for example, it had a tendency to go skittering nervously around the room. No-one would buy the things.
It might be fun, though, to ride a powerfully magnetic chair around an office full of CRT monitors.
Oops. I see from the company's web brochure that their chairs don't go anywhere; they float above stationary magnetic bases. I had wondered whether you'd need your entire office suite's or apartment's floor to be impregnated with recycled disk-drive magnets, but one picture clears all that up.
The photographer captions an image of a half-frozen bubble to say that they always freeze downward from the top, and to speculate that this might be because of the ground radiating more heat than the sky. I think it's because the thinnest part will freeze first, and the top of the bubble is thinner than the bottom.
In turn, in the present day, Americans perhaps unfairly deride native patriots in the Middle East as ragheads.
(From Kurt Vonnegut's /Sirens of Titan/.) The furniture was visually attractive but off-putting-- if you sat on the edge of the desk, for example, it had a tendency to go skittering nervously around the room. No-one would buy the things.
It might be fun, though, to ride a powerfully magnetic chair around an office full of CRT monitors.
Oops. I see from the company's web brochure that their chairs don't go anywhere; they float above stationary magnetic bases. I had wondered whether you'd need your entire office suite's or apartment's floor to be impregnated with recycled disk-drive magnets, but one picture clears all that up.