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transmissions from the galores

archive for March of 2007

my sweet lord

posted by janet on March 30, 2007

Chocolate Jesus angers Catholics (via my friend Mark). Stay tuned...

chocolate jesus

Update March 31: They pulled the show...



zen moment

posted by janet on March 25, 2007


virtual airline meals

posted by janet on March 25, 2007

Check it out - airline meals for virtual airlines at airlinemeals.net! I have long marvelled at the geekiness of virtual airlines, but this tops it. So people are running Microsoft Flight simulator, piloting a flight, and making themselves little fake in-flight meals to round out the experience.

I want to set up a full virtual passenger experience--go down to my basement and nestle into my Virgin Airlines first class seating pod, login, and sit for 8 hours listening to the flight chatter of some virtual pilot in Idaho "flying" me to Copenhagen. I just need to get Ed to play the flight attendant and bring me drinks and meals in little trays with mini salt and pepper shakers. Mmm.

microsoft flight simulator airline meal for Swissair

Airlinermeals.net was started in 2001 by a graphic designer in Rotterdam, and now has over 18,000 images of meals from 535 airlines.

If you're interested, here's more on virtual airlines:
Simairline.net
Westwind Airlines

printer wheels spinning darkly in the night

posted by edward on March 05, 2007

One more quarter and then I'm done with school.

Late at night is where I find I am able to think the best. Sadly, I must keep a schedule with the rest of the morning people. Damn you morning people!

In the middle of the night, I get my best work done. It can be disheartening to be under a deadline and alone with my thoughts and no sound but the distant train rumble and the grinding of my eletric-mechanical clock. Most of the time, I'd never notice the sound of our ancient 1997 HP 6p Laser printer burning ink onto my latest homework assignment, but in the middle of the night it's like a reassuring voice coming from the other room. And although I'd never admit it by the light of day, it feels good to be under a deadline and alone with my thoughts and no sound but the distant train rumble and the grinding of my eletric-mechanical clock. And my ancient printer. (Which prints beautifully, btw.)