Pooter needs a name. if anybody still reads this crappy blog, any suggestions?
…OK, any SERIOUS suggestions?
Yeah. If you were less of a dick with comments more people would hang out here.
That’s MY suggestion….
Zombie’s gotta be what a zombie’s gotta be, man.
“Dick”. We’ll take it under advisement….
Uh, what zackley does it do? Shoot the ball? (In which case, “Shooter.”) Apply so much pressure the ball explodes?
“Dwayne Hoover”, In honour of Kurt Vonnegut.
A confused Dwayne demands a message from Kilgore, who hands over a copy of his novel. Dwayne reads the novel, which purports to be a message from the Creator of the Universe explaining that the reader – in this case Dwayne – is the only individual in the universe with free will. Everyone else is a robot
Bassa ball Jones?
‘Pooter’ is a perfectly good name already.
Also too on the previous thread you claim that a basket-ball “is roughly the shape and compressibility of a human head…”
I am not sure about this assertion but have no wish to come across as even creepier than usual by claiming to be an authority on their relative compressibility. More research is needed.
I second Pinko’s suggestion.
creepy-pedant bait is easy.
Well, OBVIOUSLY, hdb. I SAID “approximately”. Also, these B-balls are not standard, but slightly downsized. Note the melon of Karla, there, and its comparison to the ball-in-the-hopper. But if you look closely, the feeder belts may be seen to be elastic, allowing for a pretty good range of shapes and sizes, even upside-down. The Pooter-shooter is a bit more rigid, but we are willing to accept a bit of damage at that point, just before the thing is lobbed back over the wall.
Sheesh. You must believe me to be a complete moran.
Right now, we only have problems on the intake with the noggins of chirren less than, say 6 years old. But then, they won’t pose much of a threat during Robo-zompocalypse, so my feeling is that they may be dealt with during mopping-up. Some Zombies disagree; we are not homogeneous, you know, or maybe you don’t.
Of course, we also cannot cope with monstrous melons like Newt Gingrich’s, but I am actually looking forward to doing that one manually.
The major issue to be worked around at this point is waterproofing components so that we can hose the entire contraption down after a particularly messy episode. Also, for purposes of maneuverability, the optimum weight is planned at 120 pounds, and the drive train pushes this one up over 135 right now.
The more Alert among you, possibly the Thunderpooch, may notice that the bot incorporates certain features of the Wingnut Processor, first conceptualized at Sadly, No, back when they were a cool place. Much brainstorming was performed during those times, and this may be considered the requisite hat-tip. I am aware of all Internet Traditions.
Admittedly, the whole post is kind of Substance-bait, since I don’t have time to fuck around with JanusNode; have Robot-finishout to do. In fact, I am a bit alarmed that he hasn’t chimed in yet; I do hope he hasn’t been prematurely processed by a rogue Zombie-Robot splinter cell (The Canadian Contingent has been particularly rambunctious in recent weeks).
You’ve got to get with the latest media fad – Lin. Mecha-Lin, Robo-Lin…
Sheesh. You must believe me to be a complete moran.
Zombies have always been maligned in our “Their coming to get you, Barbara!” society.
Fuck. After working all night cutting out extraneous metal and over-engineered frippery, Pooter is down to a fighting weight of 117, I am exhausted, grease permanently staining my hands and shirt, and now to get down to paying work.
Nicljaytjih Norristown the Gentle Businessman
Thuhool Pleexkozuw the Entrepreneur
Ronicro Dyduyrywat the Natural Hamster
Domicile Ig the Purple Living Prismatic Spray
Selection Hyman the Entertainer
Kludveronique Snipe the Speckled Trout
Joaquinduy Fav the Punishing Watchspider
Vanes-Wart the Scary Pomfret
VooJoaquin Glqueg Miquiy the Sawshark
Valqy Florence the Archaeologist
Og Interlinked the Mutant Ape
Physique Douqu the Executive
Singoj Bashi the Zesty Holy One
Don Witching the Patriarchal Exiled Dwarf
Reverend Great Grandpa Kipkoure the Berserk Vassal
Carmine Procrastinates the Divine Minion
Emmett Reduced the Icy Alpaca
Dr. Terence the Perverse Thought Slayer
Actualmf Gu the Nanny
Ibexev Va the Baker
Looseness Alethea the Happy Bassoonist
Foowple Laying-Regretfully the Pagan Lurking Strangler
Piggejcluve the Crystal Fish
Genuineness Ciprpensoyg the Hobgoblin-Griffon
Vouvhoypshoodsharo the Wolffish
Fypicket Skins the Hare
Remainder Oxxok the Unrealistic Burbot
Installing the Exotic Aviator
Ignaciopli Flbe the Yellow Medic
Thu Klara the Agile First Mate
Nubque Chi the Organic Artist
Woyrxy Initfee the Tiger
Chuncloyw Lubbock the Homestyle Northern Lampfish
Coffees the Coroner
Tyreeti Wakib the Registrar
Cousin Seehvanity Queezous the Project Manager
Sergeiuo Altruist the Embryonic Stunt Double
Lance Corporal Rita-Mozelle Thoodhitui the Freedom-Loving Ermine
Arlette the Conspicuous Nursemaid
Vice Admiral Jihyixpreebo the Blessed Planar Changeling
Tastefully Croutia the Greatswan
Sundaybicre Xoypl the Cop
Zella-Monica Piddle-Hurt the Upholsterer
Flyaycro the California Red-Legged Frog
Verline-Willian Trsithzoyshgo the Pigheaded Snubnose Eel
Conditioning the Freedom-Loving Internist
Armload Minna the Nuclear Engineer
Autism-Expended the Slender Real-Estate Developer
Bullieseu Scarves-Kneeling the Fat Hanged Man
Swinspirer Adkrplooc the Absurd Physiologist
Yoozcrystle Repeatable the Underboss
Pibemargy Giovanna the Fudgy Veterinarian
Mirellatr Laboueq the Roasted Fawn
Infinitelyzoys Tambra the Forehead Brooder
Jurisdictionnk Nooke the White Crow
Bowstringsvoo Berry-Rapidity the Bleeding Blood Ape
Suppers-Colts the Noble Administrator Genie
Rossie-Quentin Crismitdr the Stunjelly
Hoes Unprofitable the Living Holocaust
Ur Nery the Structural Engineers
Jomlaurie Northeaster-Levers the Wahoo
Depreciation Migrations-Apostolic the Primary Dietician
Defines Deployed the Numismatist
Pla Ernestina the Biased Pseudospectre
Koolseepyomiu the Undead Spirit
Lucas the Narwhal
Tia Unequal the Contemporary Light War Horse
Lieutenant Commander Kassie the Thornfish
Glues Prothpreeve the Radiologist
Ciprvufgitque Suzuki the Coroner
Josphine Tangent-Labels the Film Director
Awesome. Thank you.
Some Zombies disagree; we are not homogeneous, you know, or maybe you don’t.
Easily homogenised, however. Lawnmowers.
Hostile. But then, I’ve come to expect it, haven’t I.
Bimler First into the hopper.
It’s all about marketing and branding. Hit the iron well it’s hot and whatnot to generate teh buzz and ensure corporate sponsorship so that you too can someday buy your own presidential candidate (or at least a governor or two). So, I suggest the following (all of which are “Trending Now” on Yahoo and therefore must be hot, hot, hot with teh younguns):
Disney Pepper Spray
or, possibly some combination thereof:
Jessica Pepper Stock
You have to admit Jessica Pepper Stock is a pretty rockin’ name.
Yep. Nick is my new best friend.
Combine those with the JanusNode:
Jessica Pepper Stock the Unrealistic Burbot. Fucking poetry, man….
He even left zombie typo-bait: Hit the iron well it’s hot
> Combine those with the JanusNode:
> Fucking poetry, man….
Hey, thanks, I try.
Bimler First into the Hopper.
Sounds like a job for Photoshop.
Huh. I always figured you more for a Giger kind of guy, bimler.
Oh it’s all Northern Renaissance artwork here, all the time.
I ment to leaf that typo-bait! No, realy.
I’m adding the fact that I am now ZRM’s best friend to my resume. Hell, maybe even to my email sig file.
with all this work on both ends, is it any wonder I finally got sick?
thank gurg I have lots of tequila. If im gonna barf, at least i can be fucked up.
talk about an unrealistic burbot. nothing went fucking right tonight. bashed my hand up, couldn’t finish the robot shroud, yelled at several kids, the intake belts are fucked up, the drive chains are AWOL, the programmers are revolting (and smelly and sarcastic) and they can’t get THEIR shit straight either….
and so now it’s bagged and sealed, and it is what it is, until the competition day. We suck.
We are so fucked.
I hate everybody.
Except for the waitress that is bringing me a Kooba Zombre. Oh wait, that’s not a waitron, that’s me
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