It's been a long week. Made it home for one night before I have to be back in on a Sunday. I'll leave you with this Lakai Fully Flared intro; gives me goosebumps every time I watch it.
Hopefully sometime this coming week I'll have internet in my barracks room and I can update this thing on a regular basis.
What are you most excited about seeing at Comic-Con? Seeing hot chicks in spandex.
Describe your costume and how you made it: I'm wearing a really gay, royal blue, spandex rocker costume that is a combo of wrestling and music. I pieced it together from dance clothing.
That's it, the real world is over. Everyone go home now.
If The Matrix really existed, it would probably have to be a quantum simulator. The fictional computer in that story can create virtual worlds indistinguishable from the real one and project them into people’s minds. But the real world includes quantum phenomena, something ordinary computers can’t fully simulate.
Now physicists have created a rudimentary prototype of a machine that simulates quantum phenomena using quantum physics, rather than using data kept in a classical computer. While the new device can't make people fly like the Matrix does, it demonstrates a technique that could enable physicists to create, in the virtual world, materials that don't yet exist in nature and perhaps figure out how to build, in the real world, superconductors that work at room temperature, for example.
I like boobies just as much as the next guy, but I've never liked fake boobies. Heh, boobies. So then why do women keep getting them? Obviously they don't have my feelings in mind, but what about other men?
The first time I saw a pair of surgically enhanced breasts with my own eyes was around eight or nine years ago, in the changing rooms of the gym at a private members' club where a friend had taken me for a workout. I remember it distinctly. I was getting undressed, nervously, as I don't like disrobing in front of strangers; and there was another woman, a few feet away, topless, with oddly firm, projectile breasts pointing skywards.
My first reaction was shock. Two very weird, alien body parts, brazenly displayed right in front of me. They didn't look real or natural in the slightest. They looked like what they were: breasts that had been bought and paid for. Not soft and slightly saggy, like a thirtysomething embonpoint should be; but plastic, hard-looking and aggressively perfect. I felt like I'd been slapped in the face.
For those of you about to have your first child, or who are considering it, you should know that there are some things about childbirth they're not telling you. Disgusting, horrifying things.
That's it, the real world is over. Everyone go home now.
I like boobies just as much as the next guy, but I've never liked fake boobies. Heh, boobies. So then why do women keep getting them? Obviously they don't have my feelings in mind, but what about other men?
I'll let you read these for yourself.
