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For all of you who still believe that the Big Dog robot would be less eerie if it had a head:

You are so wrong.

(Mildly not worksafe. I mean, it's just, you wouldn't want your boss to walk by while you had this open on the screen.)

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Good morning, Internet! You are conspiring to unnerve me today.

Seriously, I have all these link to share, and many of them are just bizarre.

The least disturbing of them is still a little unsettling. This planter senses where the sunlight is and moves your plant around the room to get the best light. Check out those awesome stumpy little steampunk legs, or get a sense of it in action although I suspect the stop-motion means it's currently a non-functional prototype. My inner Jack Baker wants one of these even though I'm fully aware that I don't need or want an actual plant.

Relatedly, someone suggested I needed googly eyes to paste onto my Roomba, and a quick search for Giant Googly Eyes produced a purse made from craft googly eyes. I'm pretty sure I literally recoiled from the screen when that image came up.

(You can find more info about it here, if you are insane and wish to know anything more than PURSE MADE OF CRAFT EYES.)

And then there is the knitwork, which I feel kind of obliged to share now that the Cafe has its own Ravelry group. The brain monster hat is actually pretty awesome, but I can't imagine why anyone would knit the horse's head from The Godfather. Pure morbid cussedness, I suppose.

Finally, fiveforsilver and I got into a discussion of what "implanting the internet in your head" would actually entail, and it resulted in a very short piece of fiction that might get put on the schedule to be novelised once Jack and Ellis is completed.

SAM STARBUCK: boldly striding down the dark dead-end alleyways of the internet so you don't have to!

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Oh my god, you guys, I tried, I really tried, but this book is so fucking boring.

It's called "Labyrinths of Iron" and it purports to be A history of the World's Subways. According to his foreword the author was just, you know, curious about subways! And wanted to know how they came about, how social pressure and historical events formed the Subways Of the World. Which is amusing in retrospect, because I got to page 132 of about 300 pages and still have no ability at all to untangle the actual narrative thread of subway formation from his millions of pointless digressions. Plus, we're still on London, and I think he just totally skipped Chicago's mass-transit system, which is kind of one of the reasons I got this book from the library in the first place.

And now I know why nobody has checked this book out since the library acquired it.

I did get two good quotes out of it:

"Destiny takes pleasure in repetition, variants and symmetries." -- Jorge Luis Borges

"Neanmoins, si je l'avais à refaire je ferais mieux." -- Isembard Brunel
("Nevertheless, if I had to do it over again, I'd do it better.")

In happier news, kittiword has a poll going for Whovians about where you would go if you could go anywhere in the TARDIS. Have fun!

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Slowly catching up!

Sam's Three Things About House 4.15: ( House's Head )

3a. I just want to stick Wilson and House in an MRI lab forever and watch them riff at each other. Wilson and House in the MRI lab is never not funny, especially because for some reason they're always lit green.

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BANZAI!

Sam's Three Things About House, Episode 4.16: ( Wilson's Head )

3a. That moment where Plastic Surgeon gives his wife a hug is way awkward. It's like he's trying to bodyslam her or something. I have to admit I may have LOLed.

And now to bed, because last night I did not sleep well due to dreams of sex and homicide, and not the good kind of either.