I just spent the last hour playing with Hobnox's Audiotool.

Amazing.

Do yourself a favor and try it out. Go ahead, waste your day away. You won't be sorry.

Labels: Fun, Music, Technology

Dear Micah and Emily McGraw,

You guys are awesome. You write and sing really really kick-ass music. It makes our heart happy to hear the glorious sound of your rickity acoustic guitar + sweet sweet harmonies.

Here's the problem: How are we supposed to fulfill this desire of our hearts when you never record and/or post said music?

Please remedy this situation before we have to take drastic measures.

Thank you, and don't make us do something that we'll all regret.

Love,
Mouse & the Billionaire

Labels: Fun, Music

Labels: Design, MFA, Technology

Parsons MFADT grad student and all around cool dude Joe Saavedra's excellent SOBEaR, the responsible robot bartender was recently featured on Engadget and Gizmodo.

Breathing into SOBEaR's face, he can tell how much you've had to drink and he'll pour in relation to that. Nothing yet? You get a shot of vodka. A few drinks in? How about some straight cranberry juice, you lush.

Wait a second. A bartender that pours only vodka and cranberry, is a tad slow, isn't much of a conversationalist, and can tell how much you've had to drink when you blow in his face? He should be able to get a job near NYU, no problem. Zing!

And, let's be honest, we all could use more robot pandas in our lives, right?

Labels: Design, Technology, The Drink

Swear-word

Labels: Baseball

Lola-cat (the fat one) has decided that our apartment is boring. She mopes around and meows at the door in a my-life-is-so-mundane-I-need-to-get-out-and-see-the-world kind of way.

Meow.

Meow.

Apparently the copious amount of smelly cat food that used to be able to calm her restless spirit is no longer good enough. She can't be swayed by catnip-filled mice toys, head scratches, or by chasing her around the house when I go crazy after hour upon hour of ceaseless mewing.

And this all is compounded by the amount of work I need to do. Here she's bored, and I can barely fit enough hours in to the day. In fact, it seems as though my general work load is inversely related to her level of comfort. Which got me thinking. What if I can train her to do simple chores around the house? Like the dishes. Or dusting. Folding the laundry. Filling up my coffee mug. Baking bread. Taking out the garbage. This way, she gets the satisfaction of a job well done and is distracted from her previous useless and mundane life. And I get to focus on the bigger projects at hand, instead of worrying myself over the basics.

It's seems like a perfect solution to me.

So excuse me, I've got a cat who needs a broom tied to her tail.

Labels: Life, Meow