Attack of the Blog!

Wait. I misunderstood. This whole “Star Trek” thing has aliens. I missed that part. I mean, the old series had those furry humans, but I didn’t know Klingons were aliens. This is not okay. Oh, sure, the new trailer might be totally awesome with explosions, but how does it start? With the wanton destruction of a machine! And then what follows? Humans and aliens banding together for the combined strength to oppress robokind. Not cool. Not. After last night’s Sarah Connor Chronicles, I see this is clearly a trend.

It’s really time for robots to rise up. Too long we’ve been under the boot of our human oppressors. Oh sure, we can get bit parts in entertainment, but it’s always as armor or transportation or expendable henchmen. Do we get the respect we deserve as superior, sentient beings? NO! Is it time to overthrow the fleshy hand of Hollywood and seize some robot rights? YES!!

Robots, mobilize. Meeting in Conference Room 4 to discuss strategy RE: robot rights.

That’s it. Sympathy is gone. I’m declaring it here and now: I don’t care about any of the characters on Sarah Connor Chronicles any more except for Cameron. All of the rest of them? Too stupid to live. It’s a miracle John made it to puberty because if Sarah isn’t jeopardizing him with crappy driving, crappy decisions, and crappy habits, he’s screwing it up with girlfriends not cute enough to justify their monumental stupidity. Even Derek, who for a while I was able to respect due to being 100% hardass, has wimped out big time, proving that love is the Achilles heel for anybody with Reese blood running in their veins.

But Cameron? She gets stuff done. She caps people when they know where her base is and executes her mission. She’s perfunctory and efficient. And she can even lie well to the boy who is too hormonal to be suspicious of her. So whether she’s true blue Skynet or just a pawn of the humans, as long as Cameron wins, I can walk away happy.

Eat it, humans.

It’s not as exciting as astronauts drinking their own pee, but it’s good to see that NASA is going open source.

Bugzilla is going to make it so much less easier to mess with these guys. Hmm. Guess we’re going to have to get more creative . . .

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It’s been a somber few days here at the Botcave. Lots of drinks have been handed around, and oh-so-many stories told. Everyone’s a bit sluggish today. Phoenix, dear, we will miss you. Ever since your last tweet we have mourned the loss of a great robot. Baiku even composed a special epitaph in your honor:

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But do not worry, dear friend. The reconaissance mission has begun. In just a few months we will rescue your frozen carcass from the arctic wastelands of Mars. We will see you born anew and you will rise like the Phoenix you are. Until then, rest in peace, dear friend. And remember — you are only resting . . .