A couple of longer posts will hopefully be coming your way sooner than later, but in the meantime, check out this artist’s representation of what Super Mario might look like if he were a real dude (and not Bob Hoskins). Also included on the artists page are representations of Jessica Rabbit and Homer Simpson.

I don’t have any comments on these images.

Oh…hell. Okay. I’ll say it. They are just too weird. They make me cringe. Give me Jessica the cartoon or give me (1980s) Kathleen Turner. Give me Mario the cartoon or give me Bob Hoskins. But I do not want to see these creepy hybrids ever again.

On the other hand…hitching these representations to some cockamamie B-movie horror movie plot might make for a sweet creepy short film.

Here’s another link from Kevin Kelly’s blog - about his thoughts on a term that appears to be of his own creation: zillionics. Basically, the term summarizes Kelly’s thoughts on the qualitative changes that occur in relation to any one scientific or cultural thing or process when the number of parts and pieces that make it up begin increasing exponentially towards the trillions (and on!).

It’s a interesting, if slightly raw in its scientificity, post on the whole…but the little tidbit that caught my eye reads as follows:

The social web runs in the land of zillionics. Artificial intelligence, data mining, and virtual realities all require mastery of zillionics. As we ramp up the number of things we create, especially the ones we create collectively, we are also raising our media and culture into the realm of zillionics. The number of choices we have for music, art, images, words — anything! — is reaching the level of zillionics.

Reminds me a little of The Computerization of Your Human Brain.

Anyway, if you ask me (or if I ask me in your stead), that may be too many choices. Too much of even a good thing too often ends up making that thing bad - or at least less bright. Anyone else have an opinion? How about you, Stinko?

Just Bogus

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You may think you are cool,
Blasting your hip-hop at full volume at eight o’clock in the morning.

But you are not cool -
It is eight o’clock in the morning.

I am cool,
For still being asleep…or, rather, I would be…would have been…

(Coffee).

Now I have to go to work on time,
Because YOU want to groove ‘longside your breakfast.
Just bogus, man.

Just bogus.

Here are several links that I saved to share on the site in the past several weeks, all rolled into one big post. Big Project is keeping me busy, so for today let’s just catch up on anything and everything a furious reader might want or need. It’s better than not sharing at all, and besides, two of the links actually come from sources outside of the NY Times!

An op-ed article about the dumbification of America.

Why do I feel as if I have been reading different and worsening versions of this same article since I was a senior in high school? Anyway, this latest version contains everything you might hope for from the “liberal” media: 1) Bush and Cheney bashing, 2) New data to support obvious information that we already know, and 3) A subtly snooty tone.

Between the three of these, a reader can be sure to receive exactly what we don’t need…more argument. I completely agree that Americans are getting dumber. It’d be a real surprise though, to run into an article (from either side of this bi-partisan struggle) that focuses more on the issue and less on the blame game. As for my contribution to the solution…oh…time for the next link… Read more

David Letterman’s Top Ten List tonight (maybe a rerun - I don’t know) was the “Top Ten Excuses Made by The Man Who Had Sex With A Picnic Table.”

Letterman pretended to end the show at that point, citing the end of civilization as his reason.

But I think most of us gave up on civilization a long time ago. My question is just…I mean…what? How?

I mean…I can see a Teddy bear…even a car (exhaust pipe)…but a picnic table? Can someone try this and report in?

The only thing I can think of is that the table was less of a stereotypical picnic table and more of a regular outdoor patio picnic table with a slot built into it for holding an umbrella.

But even then…what did he do? Stuff the umbrella with cotton? Why not just buy a Teddy bear?

Civilization isn’t over…it’s just trying to find ways to keep things interesting. What else do we have to do?

And one more thing…who is the anonymous person from the article that sent in three DVDs of table-sex footage? Shouldn’t the police be looking for this person as well? Who videotapes a person having sex with a picnic table that many times, or for that long?