Actual. Lexus. Hoverboard!

Not a joke, not a hoax — Lexus actually built an actual hoverboard. As in Back To The Future II hoverboard. Just in time for 2015.

Let me say that again: this hoverboard is REAL. There’s no photographic trickery, no green-screening, no CGI or digital compositing. It really floats.

Here’s how they did it…

And THAT is engineering.

Yeah, there’s some sleight-of-hand involved (the tracks limit your path) and some great expense (liquid nitrogen, superconductors, etc.), but it WORKS. And that, friends, is actually INCREDIBLE, since the last hoverboard was a hoax and nobody thought that they could make a real one, ever.

Then they did.

“As our legendary Takumi craftsmen say ‘the difficult takes time; the impossible just takes a little longer’.”

Flying High With A Helicarrier

You’re a model airplane geek, and you’ve built and flown every model airplane to ever exist. What do you do for an encore?

Build the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, fly it by remote, and land other model airplanes on it.

HELL YEAH!

It’s impressive they built it, it’s impressive it actually flies, but the most impressive thing is they LAND AIRPLANES ON IT. That’s just amazing.

Kudos, guys, kudos.

Daddy Warpig Illustrated

And from Twitter, we have three totally neat pieces of artwork depicting yours truly, Daddy Warpig!

Gazing Into Mordor

A lot of people think I’m offering Neo the pills, but if you look closer, I’m actually staring into the heart of evil. (pic by @Toshi_TNE)

Me as a TechpriestAwesome!

Heretics bettah not fuss with the Warpig, I tells ya! (by @Purppenguins)

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It’s the smile that seems to say: you know, today was a good day. (by @BNovenary)

Thanks to one and all for some REALLY cool pics. Cheers!

Not a “Real” Gamer

So, some jerk over on Twitter said we Pros don’t really play the vidya. I took the following pic to show I do.

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I think that proves the point, don’t you?

Gamers are people who play games. We don’t disappear or evaporate just because you got in a tizzy.

We’re real. We’re here. We buy games.

We’re worth 10x the revenue as one of those assholes who bitched about Monument Valley’s $1.99 paid DLC.

So stop shitting on us, publishers and journalists. Because we don’t HAVE to spend money, we CHOOSE to spend money.

Capiche?

Look, This Is All Bill Murray’s Fault

As long as he keeps doing awesome things, I’m gonna keep posting them.

Today’s moment of Bill Murray awesomeness is: taking tickets at a minor league baseball game, surprising the entire crowd.

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The whole story — including a gif-film of the renowned actor taking tickets and handing out autographs — can be found at the link!

A Genre Of Despair

As much as I love a good zombie movie or book — and I most definitely do — by and large it’s a genre of despair. The zombies always break into the stronghold, the humans always attack each other, and most characters just die. All the struggles are pointless, and no one achieves anything.

Contrast that with the following quote from John Ringo’s second “Black Tide Rising” zombie novel, To Sail A Darkling Sea.

The picture started with a shot of the earth’s surface, by night, dated the day the Plague was announced. There were more as the plague progressed and the sparkling strands of light slowly began to turn off, portion by portion, Africa went before South America went before Asia went before North America went before Europe until the entire world was cloaked in pre-industrial darkness. Then the shots zoomed down, pre-Plague satellite and file images of New York, Beijing, Moscow, Tokyo, filled with people and life and laughter, the cities bright by day and night with a billion incandescent and fluorescent and neon and LED lights proclaiming to the heavens that Here Was Man.

Then the same cities, in satellite shots, with streets choked with decaying vehicles, and raven-picked bodies, and infected roaming the deserted streets.

A world cloaked in darkness.

The somber music swelled as a single satellite passed over India, then Africa, picking out shots of dead Mumbai, Cairo, Casablanca, then paused and seemed to shift, zooming in and in and in . . . On a single point of light that on further zoom was a hundred ships and boats crowded into a harbor.

In all the world, there was a single point of light.

Wolf Squadron.

“Mind if I borrow this, General?” Steve asked, his eyes misty.

“Of course,” Brice said. “Pass it around. Your people need to see it. They need to understand.”

“It’s easy to curse the dark, ma’am,” Steve said. “We’ll light a candle instead.”

Again, compare that to David Moody’s “Autumn” series, which ends, literally on the last page, with one character saying “well, the human race is going extinct” and another saying “that’s probably a good thing”. And that’s it. After three novels of traveling along with his characters, vicariously experiencing their struggles, setbacks, and triumphs, we’re explicitly told that all those struggles were in vain, that the human race will die out, and that the author thinks this is a good thing.

Well, fuck you, you fucking fucker. To the trash bin with your shitty novels, and your shitty worldview.

I’ll take John Ringo’s approach any day of the week. It makes for better novels, and makes for a better life.

“The human race is going extinct, leaving the world to the ravenous undead hordes, and that’s a good thing!” My balls.

The human race struggling to overcome, beating back the undead hordes, using every ounce of our ingenuity and tenacity, and eventually winning, that’s a good thing. And a zombie novel depicting that is inspiring and exciting.

Nihilism is tedious. A hard-fought victory is exciting. Which is why “Autumn” is shit and “Black Tide Rising” is awesome.