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Robot Identifies Human Flesh As Bacon 312

Jearil writes "Wired's 'Table of Malcontents' blog links to an article about a wine-tasting robot that thinks humans taste like bacon. The Japanese robot is intended to act as a personal sommelier, suggesting wines, cheeses, and hors d'oeuvres based on its owners personal tastes. It also apparently thinks humans would be tasty as part of a sandwich." From the article: "Let the robot holocaust commence: robots think we taste like bacon ... Upon being given a sample, he will speak up in a childlike voice and identify what he has just been fed. The idea is that wineries can tell if a wine is authentic without even opening the bottle, amongst other more obscure uses ... like 'tell me what this strange grayish lump at the back of my freezer is/was.' But when some smart aleck reporter placed his hand in the robot's omnivorous clanking jaw, he was identified as bacon. A cameraman then tried and was identified as prosciutto." This is most distressing.

EarthBound Fans Take Matters Into Their Own Hands 59

Reid Young writes "EarthBound fans have waited 11 years for Nintendo to release the game's sequel, Mother 3, which came out in Japan in April 2006. However, following a recent announcement by a Nintendo employee that it almost certainly won't happen, the fans are taking it upon themselves to get the job done by organizing a fan translation with some of the finest names in ROM hacking. Is it ethical? Does Nintendo even care?"

An Alternate Human 450

B0b Barker writes "What has six limbs, a prehensile tail, its brain in its chest, and reproductive organs in its mouth? The alternate human designed by biologist PZ Myers in Remaking Humanity, a story in Forbes.com's package on Reinvention. It may sound fantastic, but researchers are already working to re-build DNA, proteins and cells in a new field called synthetic biology, and we may have to meet these bug-eyed freaks sometime in our lifetime."
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Journal Journal: Up to date

I like how nobody really reads these things. Anyway, today I finally hit the terrible karma mark. And I guess I can only post twice a day now. Its really rather funny, as the squaw that stroked the camel's sack was my last comment lamenting Poll Troll's last poll's lack of the Sex with a Mare choice. You know, its not so much that I am upset about only being able to post 2 times a day(which I have read is quite easy to fix, I just don't feel like it.) But that I got smacked down by an overr
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Journal Journal: BRRRRRAAAAAAAIIIIINNNNNNSSSSS!!!!

I've decided what i want for Christmas. To be a zombie. Think about it, undead, only feeling hungry, and all the brains you could eat! What more could you want! Maybe I can only see the Simpsons-esque Zombie Paradise in the Tree House of Horrors episode, but thats what I want.
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Journal Journal: A Case of The Mondays

I'm so fricken happy I don't live in the OfficeSpace world of vapid co workers, 8 ignorant bosses telling me the same thing over and over. But thats what the customers are for I suppose. Also, would be nice if our systems worked correctly on a consistant basis, but I suppose that would be too much to ask of a Big Corporation. Oh well. Got a new car yesterday, a 91 volvo of some sort. Feel all sorts of inadequate as Igot it from mi madre, but beggars can't be choosers. Now i've got to hunt
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Journal Journal: 2 days later

Once again, sitting here in front of a monitor, dreading going back in and people screaming at me about how Sprint does this and Cingular does that and why do we do this? Why can't people hear my thoughts yelling back how much I don't care. About any of their petty little issues that they feel can only be conveyed by screaming and belittling me every time i try to answer them. OH how do I wish I could say that its just the way it is, so shut up and put up. Alas, I do need my job...
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Journal Journal: The Day After...

The day after Thanksgiving, and all through my body, Food was all digesting, including that last hot tahaddi... Thanksgiving was good, lots of food and spent some time with my friends as well as got a haircut finally. Go me. Still here at work, and dreading logging back in, but we are about to get yelled at salute you!

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