Showing posts with label custard pie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label custard pie. Show all posts

Friday, August 4, 2023

A Word on Gen Z Horror Movies

The release of technology-based horror movies is always interesting. The creators of these offerings seem to want to tap into some kind of anxiety related to what I think is pretty innocuous.

Examples of past successes: "The Ring", the phone in "Scream", "The Blair Witch Project", "M3GAN", and "Paranormal Activity".


Maybe it's an attempt to relate to the kids, to maybe tell classic boogeyman stories but through your phone or iPad.


Maybe it's some young producers making fun of old technology?


It could be tapping into the anxiety of fast-evolving technology that leaves a person feeling powerless and lost.


Perhaps the booming seller's real estate market makes it impossible to imagine a deserted haunted house nearby?


Whatever the reason, these tech-based horror stories are hit or miss. Mostly miss.

If they really want to tap into scary technology, I would suggest something involving A.I. or Boston Dynamics robots. That shit is terrifying.

*Logging off*

Monday, September 17, 2012

So, A New Development

I got a text from Andrew this morning:



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Forwarded email
From: mxxxxbxxxx@xxxx.net






Date: Mon, Sep 17, 2012 at 8:44 AM
Subject: Yum yum
To: 





What are the next steps for Andrew? Write back to explain the mistaken identity? Or send back a photo of his pubes? 

"i kind of want to let it ride and see what happens" Andrew wrote.

Stay tuned for the latest in this developing story.

Friday, April 29, 2011

And Now, Vince's Uncle Roberto On How To Calculate The Volume Of A Cone




Previously, we learned that the volume of a cylinder is πr²h.
Now, the volume of a cone is one third of the cylinder's volume. Hence, for a cone with height h and base radius r, the volume, V of the cone will be:


where π is a number that is approximately equal to 3.14.

And speaking of pi, never let that guy from that show "Cake Boss" hire your car to transport one of his ugly cakes. You get fondant everywhere on the leather interior, and he doesn't tip for shit. Be safe, kids!

Friday, April 25, 2008