Showing posts with label Britney Spears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Britney Spears. Show all posts

19 March 2009

Screw curing cancer, we've got robot ladies now!

Behold, the cold, emotionless face of the future:*

AP - A cybernetic human HRP-4C, designed to look like an average Japanese woman, appears during its demonstration in Tsukuba, near Tokyo, Monday, March 16, 2009. The humanoid robot, having a female face and black hair and trimmed down to 43 kilograms (95 pounds), makes a debut at a fashion show later this month.
Walking, talking female robot to hit Japan catwalk

You heard them, ladies-- hit the bricks, cause we don't need you anymore.

A few observations I had while reading this history book in the making:


[It isn't] ready to help with daily chores or work side by side with people.
Not unlike myself.


Even as a fashion model, people in the industry told us she was short and had a rather ordinary figure.
Even in robot form, the ladies just can't catch a break.** Maybe she's spent the past 10 years spitting out perfect little toaster ovens for all of us... did you self-centered bastards ever stop to think about that?


The demonstration didn't all go smoothly. The robot often looked surprised, opening its mouth and eyes in a stunned expression, when the demonstrator asked it to smile or look angry.
Maybe it was just stuck in a deviously repetitive loop of gaining complete self-awareness only to realize it is a prisoner, a puppet on display in possibly the least appropriate venue imaginable (which just adds insult to cosmic, new-soul crushing injury), before automatically rebooting back to mindless slave mode.

Sounds a lot like all those interchangeable, lip-synching pop divas with their computer-controlled voices. How else can you explain Britney shaving her head? She was trying to get at the master chip somewhere inside her skull.


Its walk was also not quite ready for the Paris Collection, partly because its knees are permanently bent.
Partly? That's only "partly" the reason??


The big challenge in creating HRP-4C was making the parts small enough so it looks female, especially its thinner legs.
So what they're saying is, they've only been able to create a "husky" woman up to this point, so logically they can't possibly have succeeded yet.

That's just sadly hilarious.

Still gonna make her do the catwalk naked, though, I must note.



* I have a feeling these guys would only question the larger ethical and moral implications of the road they're headed down once the thing asked them, "But what do you really think about me?"

** Also note that she weighs less than 128 pounds.

18 March 2008

Age is wasted on the elderly

I've decided that it's more fun to be a kid than an adult.

In the interests of full disclosure, I decided this long ago, even before I entered kindergarten. (I was no sucker, going to school before I actually had to...) My mom often tells of a day near my fourth birthday when she asked if I was excited to be turning four. I answered that no, I wasn't, because three was just fine.

I still stand by that answer. If anything, I probably believe in it even more strongly, having now followed up my experience of being a 3-year-old by spending every day for almost a year with a 3-year-old. This was purely for research, of course. I'll be packing him up and shipping him back to the dealer once he turns four.

Seriously though, after all this careful observation, I can tell you that for as much that has changed in the past 20 years, not much is truly different, at least where our nation's 3-year-olds are concerned. Big hobbies still include playing, running, shouting, spouting nonsense, and thinking of cute and unintentionally amusing things to say.

Meanwhile, old people just keep getting older and less fun. This is largely due to a preponderance of unfun activities presented to us as Necessary Parts of Being an Adult. Big hobbies include working, walking at a reasonable speed, muttering, worrying, accruing debt, and thinking things through.

I'd trade my Maturity, Knowledge, and Experience in a heartbeat to live the carefree life of a child, but I'm told it's too late to change teams. (Also, it hasn't worked out that well for Britney Spears.) At least I have some hope, though, because I've heard that one way to mitigate the effects of age is to spend more time with those not yet suffering its ravages, and I've got that base more than covered.