A Dixie Carpetbagger

We allow Aperture Science to recruit on campus:

(In case you want to see the full gallery, One, Two, Three, Four.)

Saw this in the engineering building in the computer science area (naturally).  The number is for Aperture Science.  (No, not really– it’s Valve’s number.)  Which is awesome– it’s actually in an out-of-the-way little spot, so whoever put it there wanted people to look for it.

Which means a certain angry AI is back…

“We’re a lot alike, you and I. You tested me. I tested you. You killed me. I- oh, no, wait. I guess I haven’t killed you yet. Well. Food for thought during this next test.”

I’ve talked about RangerUp and their T’s (none of which I own… yet), but I haven’t talked about 7.62 Design yet.  When I was at the airshow back in April, I picked up a shirt from one of their retailers– more specifically, the “Superior Firepower” shirt.  I check back every so often, looking at their new products, and they’ve come up with one I want, badly– “Doomsday Damsel.”  Let’s see– hot babe, zombie/disaster theme, nice selection of firearms… and an axe.  Yes, please…

And remember, black goes with everything… (chuckle)

…is ridiculous.  Now, there are a lot of things I could comment on here– encroachment of government, the surreality of being fined for one bottle, the irony of a guy who recycles so much being fined while on vacation…  but I’m just going to say that this reminds me of something:

“This stresses the importance of compliance, and not littering.” No shit, Sherlock…

Is it wrong that the first thing I thought of while reading this story was a post-apocalyptic game set in a dystopian future which is controlled by a nanny-state government led by slug-like aliens?

Ever get a telemarketer that’s so stubborn you find yourself liking them… just a tiny bit?  I kept getting calls from these people yesterday, “getting out the vote” for Jeff Greene.  I say “kept” because at one point, it was a call every 30 minutes.  Solution:  I turned the phone on and let Mr. Tenacious listen to a 505 watt sound system pump out heavy metal and Modern Warfare multiplayer.

For 45 minutes.

Less than 20 minutes after I hung up, he called back.

I am… impressed.  He is either determined as all get-out, or he’s a slacker with the same taste in music and games.  Either way… he did better than the last phone hack who caught me in the middle of a match…

(By the way, this tradition started back when Opposing Force was new.  PC Magazine would never call me or send me a renewal letter after that… I had to call them.)

… alien invasion or Obama?

Err, depends.  Are we talking Vulcans or Shivans here?  ‘Cuz right now, a transport full of Vulcans landing on the White House lawn would be a sight for sore eyes.  Of course, if it was the Vasudans, Barry would probably flub the speech and get us in a shooting war.  Then he’d flub the surrender ceremony and get us annihilated.  Or enslaved.

(H/T Hope n’ Change)