Father of two walks on the moon
FATHER OF TWO DEFEATS FATHER OF ONE
Father of two kills Kennedy
Father of three writes Hamlet
Some guy who doesn’t even have any kids crucified or something.
Telegraph, the only time a headline should start with “Mother of three” is if those three are flying on their gigantic wings to melt The Wall and destroy Westeros.
  • Father of two walks on the moon
  • FATHER OF TWO DEFEATS FATHER OF ONE
  • Father of two kills Kennedy
  • Father of three writes Hamlet
  • Some guy who doesn’t even have any kids crucified or something.

Telegraph, the only time a headline should start with “Mother of three” is if those three are flying on their gigantic wings to melt The Wall and destroy Westeros.

theremina
theremina:

So… THIS.
Infamous nightclub to host high-stakes robotic drink-mixing and serving competition, featuring hefty cash prizes and celebrity judges.
Any of you guys ever go to BarBot? (RIP!) Or heard of the Austrian Roboexotica festival?

Yeah, it’s kinda like that! A bunch of delightfully smart and funny engineer/booze geeks I know and love are getting involved in this. The hour is nigh, but there’s still time to squeeze in another few entrants under the wire!
For one night only — Sunday, September 14 — engineers, makers, artists, hardware hackers, professional cocktail roboticists and hobbyists alike will be bringing their best robot drink-making machines to compete for the $1000 first-place award, and take home the title of “Best Android Bartender.”
 The call for entries is open. Contest entry fee is $45 per robot, with First Place taking home $1000, Second Place $500 and Third Place $250. According to the event producers, judging will be based on: Style and Grace: How clever, how dapper is that robot of yours?
Efficiency of Intoxication: Are the drinks it makes good?
Full-Assery: The opposite of halfassery. Does the infernal device actually work, or do you have to stand there tweaking it constantly?
This Will End Badly: Extra consideration will be given for terrible ideas and Mad Science.

Provided they get a good turnout, I think this could be one of the most interesting and fun and geeky things that’s happened at DNA Lounge in quite some time. Hope to see you there!


This competition is the most gloriously considerate.

theremina:

So… THIS.

Infamous nightclub to host high-stakes robotic drink-mixing and serving competition, featuring hefty cash prizes and celebrity judges.


Any of you guys ever go to BarBot? (RIP!) Or heard of the Austrian Roboexotica festival?
Yeah, it’s kinda like that! A bunch of delightfully smart and funny engineer/booze geeks I know and love are getting involved in this. The hour is nigh, but there’s still time to squeeze in another few entrants under the wire!

For one night only — Sunday, September 14 — engineers, makers, artists, hardware hackers, professional cocktail roboticists and hobbyists alike will be bringing their best robot drink-making machines to compete for the $1000 first-place award, and take home the title of “Best Android Bartender.”
 
The call for entries is open. Contest entry fee is $45 per robot, with First Place taking home $1000, Second Place $500 and Third Place $250. According to the event producers, judging will be based on:
 
  • Style and Grace: How clever, how dapper is that robot of yours?
  • Efficiency of Intoxication: Are the drinks it makes good?
  • Full-Assery: The opposite of halfassery. Does the infernal device actually work, or do you have to stand there tweaking it constantly?
  • This Will End Badly: Extra consideration will be given for terrible ideas and Mad Science.
Provided they get a good turnout, I think this could be one of the most interesting and fun and geeky things that’s happened at DNA Lounge in quite some time. Hope to see you there!

This competition is the most gloriously considerate.

Um Actually To The Nth Degree

Um Actually To The Nth Degree

The blackboard looks like a fractal. Only by peering close can you see that the nested lines are equations and links. But your way is blocked by multicoloured threads extending from tacks punched into the board through sheer strength of righteousness, reaching across a room wallpapered in pictures of videogame women in armour crafted along the exact contours between 18 and AO certification.

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A banned pro-gamer has fewer real world skills than a crippled racehorse, and crippled racehorses are shot through the head. But at least they can get an office job by being recycled as glue. So enjoy these tales of eSports scandal, match-fixing, million-dollar fines, and the irony of helping me do my dream job by laughing at other people screwing up theirs!

The blackboard looks like a fractal. Only by peering close can you see that the nested lines are equations and links. But your way is blocked by multicolored threads extending from tacks punched into the board through sheer strength of righteousness, reaching across a room wallpapered in pictures of videogame women in armor crafted along the exact contours between 18 and AO certification. Weaving through the web, the brave and sweaty hero homes in on the lower-right quadrant of the chalked equations, stabbing at a knot of logical interconnections.

"See!" he cries. "The person pointing out sexism didn’t account for the second scene of Episode 17, part 3, of Tit-Murderers Cock Squad! Therefore their findings are incorrect!"

The sheer force of the proof blasts from the board as pure light, a shockwave of energy echoing across the world to erase all accusations of sexism. He is awarded the Nobel Prize, which is remoulded with double D tits for the occasion. 

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford:

wonderfulworldofmichaelford:

Tim Schafer is dead to me. From now on, I’ll pretend Nikola Tesla and Daft Punk made Psychonauts. Sure it makes zero sense, but it’s better than imagining a Sarkeesian-worshipping, JonTron-tarnishing pissbaby made one of the…

The command center is somehow silent over all the rustling and beeping, the stressed silence of a commander of men waiting for results from the bustle of functionaries collating data to define the next move. 

A sweating man with shirt-sleeves rolled up past his “GAMER 4 LYFE” tattoo rips a printout from the chattering machines, turning to slam it down in front of the brigadier general. The brigadier reads for a moment before reaching up to slowly remove his important military hat, manfully holding back tears.

"They hated it," he forces through quivering yet stiff lips, both upper and lower. "Raise the alert level to WE WERE JOKING."