The very first thing I saw when i opened my eyes this morning.
Taken from the camera in my cell phone, which I leave next to the bed at night; it’s my alarm clock, too.
First sights
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Author Archives: tacit
Lust
So in my ongoing exploration of my new status as a consumer whore, I’ve discovered that the Internet, long the place of porn and open source software, is also a most remarkable innovation in the field of finding things that I never knew existed but desperately want.
First on the list is this chair, made from the jaws of a torpedo loading crane on a nuclear submarine.
I want this chair. More precisely, I want to fuck in this chair.
Next on the list is Luis Berumen’s Zero Point Zero watch, made from a pair of handcuffs. The display built into one cuff shows the hour; the other shows the minutes. Who says digital watches can’t be cool?
And finally, Kacper Hamilton has designed a set of drinking glasses around the Seven Deadly Sins, each glass in the set embodying one sin. This particular glass is for Wrath.
Head, meet desk
So. One of the guys who I work with has an external FireWire hard drive on which he has hundreds of gigabytes of stuff. Business stuff, personal stuff, original artwork stuff, photography stuff, company Web site stuff, corporate flyer stuff, and much other stuff.
This stuff is not backed up.
Today he tells me the drive won’t mount. A quick sniff with a disk repair program suggests that the drive’s partition map is gone. Not corrupt, not garbled, gone.
I’m running a surface scan with a file salvaging program now. It’s gonna take all night.
*sigh*
Goin’ to LA, and call for Russian speakers
I will be in beautiful, sunny Los Angeles visiting Gina from September 18 through the 23. Anyone on my LJ flist in the LA area and interested in getting together for dinner or something? You can let me know here or at tacitr (at) aol (dot) com.
Also, I know at least a handful of you speak and write Russian. David and I have been bothered by door-to-door religious peddlers multiple times over the past couple of months, and plan to make a “no solicitation” sign for the door. While we’re at it, I figured it couldn’t hurt to put “No Russian Mafia” on the sign as well, just ’cause, you know, computer viruses and stuff. So how do you write “No Russian Mafia” in Russian?
From the “You Can’t Make This Up” department…
I just got back from lunch at a popular seafood chain restaurant called Joe’s Crab Shack. There are public restrooms in this restaurant; the restrooms are down a hallway. A sign helpfully points the way.
However, the sign does not say “Restrooms” on it. Instead, it says…
Well, see for yourself.
Call to pervy electronics buffs on my flist…
So I have an iPhone now, which places me firmly in the ranks of the coveted “hipster” segment of the “consumer whore” demographic. One of the neat features of the new iPhone is GPS; in fact, it’s the reason I got the phone, since I was in the market for a GPS device and the iPhone plus GPS is actually cheaper than stand-alone GPS units.
Anyway, my roommate David also got an iPhone, and has been busy playing with the GPS on it like…well, I don’t really have a metaphor. Like a guy who’s having a lot of fun with a GPS gadget, I suppose.
The iPhone is now open to third-party developers, and the Cocoa API has been extended dramatically with all sorts of calls related to power management, Bluetooth, and GPS functionality. In other words, the GPS system is exposed to third-party developers.
David, who actually isn’t a perv, came up with an interesting idea, that he calls the “Virtual Leash.” His conception is of a sex toy like a vibrator, preferably Bluetooth-enabled (though I suppose USB would work as well), designed to be locked into place in one’s girlfriend. The device would be controlled by software on the iPhone that would monitor the wearer’s position via GPS, so that if she left some pre-determined area, the vibrator would start running. At full speed. And not stop until she returned to that area.
Neither my mad Bluetooth hacking skillz nor my iPhone development skillz are up to tackling this project, but I know several folks on my flist could probably make it work. Any takers?
How to Tie a Two-Column Weave
Note: This is part 8 of an occasional ongoing "how to" series on BDSM.
Part 1 of the series, How to Tie a Rope Harness Part I, is here.
Part 2 of the series, How to Tie a Frog Tie, is here.
Part 3 of the series, How to Tie a Shinju, is here.
Part 4 of the series, How to Make a Custom Dildo out of Ice, is here.
Part 5 of the series, How to Make a Spikey Decorative Collar, is here.
Part 6 of the series, Theory and Practice of Ginger Figging, is here.
Part 7 of the series, Rape Fantasy and Resistance Play, is here.
As you can probably figure out, most of these tutorials are really, really not work-safe.
This particular tutorial is reasonably work-safe, as long as seeing someone’s arms tied together is okay. There’s no nudity in the images in this tutorial. If it sounds like it’s up your alley, clicky the link!
Another Content-Free Post
Specifically, a meme that’s a long list of questions, this time spruced up with many pictures and illustrations.
Doing something good
My sweetie figmentj is doing a blogathon event to raise money for charity. If you would like to participate (and I think it’d rock if you do), please go here to find out how. Extra karma points to everyone who pitches in; I have it on personal authority that each dollar donated wipes out one sin1 from your permanent record.
1 Some restrictions apply. Deadly sins not eligible for exemption. All taxes and duties are the responsibility of the donor. Offer not valid in California, because everyone knows that any sins you commit there are a permanent stain on your soul.
The world will look up and shout “Save us!”
…and I’ll whisper, “no.”
The Watchmen movie. Oh. My. God. One of my all-time favorite stories in any genre, and it looks like they are going to get it right.