Monday, July 20, 2009

bbClap's Cat

I received an email today that made no sense in any of these possible ways that things emailed to me could make sense:

1) The Subject Line: "Yoo-hoo, I'll make you famous" (a quote from Young Guns or Young Guns II, can't remember which) when in relation to:
2) The subject of the email itself:, something about me and quantum theory and dead cats
3) The Sender: Albert Einstein:, a man whose many contributions into the present social psyche include his current state of being completely dead.
4) The email's time-stamp: April 4th, 1950, this being what bothered me the most, in that, while every other thing can bother me up to a certain point until I can dismiss it as a hoax or a lie, the time-stamp on Google's Gmail system would most certainly not be easily hacked to represent a date that existed before Google or emails or the internet, and try as a hacker might, the following would most certainly not be fucking worth it:

"Dearest Boom Boom Clap Blahg,

You are the only contemporary physicist, besides Laue, who sees that one cannot get around the assumption of reality, if only one is honest. Most of them simply do not see what sort of risky game they are playing with reality—reality as something independent of what is experimentally established. Their interpretation is, however, refuted most elegantly by your system of radioactive atom + amplifier + charge of gunpowder + cat in a box, in which the psi-function of the system contains both the cat alive and blown to bits. Nobody really doubts that the presence or absence of the cat is something independent of the act of observation.

Aaaanyway, just wanted to say what up.

Albert Einstein"

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

YouTube Scour Hour 3

Welcome to bbClap's latest installment of YouTube Scour Hour, in which the following rigorous process is applied:

1) I get onto YouTube
2) a few minutes go by
3) depression sinks in
4) I copy and paste the embed code so that I can move on with my life

Anyway, here she is. I get this video. I really do. I understand the choices the artist was trying to make, right down to the sound effects dubbed over. The Beavis thing does come out of nowhere, but that's okay, no less, and no more, could be expected. Welcome to...

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Get a load of this.

Check it out, y'all. So, today I'm walking down the street when I get hit by a large piece of shit. Yeah. Yeah. A piece of shit was thrown at me from a moving vehicle. Worst part about it wasn't that it was definitely human feces, but that when it hit the back of my head it was still warm, that was the worst part for me. The freshness of it all, which makes me think, this wasn't really planned all too much ahead. You can wake up one morning, get high with your friends and suddenly come up with the idea that it may be fun to shit onto some toilet paper laid out on the floor, wrap it up, and take it with you in the car. But, it's another thing to see a dude walking down the street, the sight of which makes you so angry that you decide to shit then and there, in your hand, turn around, and chase him down.

I should stop here. That didn't happen to me. What really happened is that IT HAS BEEN OVER A WEEK SINCE WE LAST POSTED.