Robots Taking Record Number of Human Uteri
The Atlantic recently posted an article that began,
“Robotically assisted hysterectomy became 19 times more common in the U.S. over a period of just four years. Is that good?”
Firstly, no, this is NOT good. Secondly, what the hell?!?
I may only act like I have a vagina, but I would not want a damn dirty robot going anywhere near my nether regions. Let alone giving me an ectomy of any sort.
Are our doctors all so hopped up on oxycontin that they can’t perform surgery anymore? Have robots cut off every doctors’ hands?
Nothing good can come of this. And by the way, what the heck do they do with all that discarded uteri?!
You can read the terrifying story here: http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2013/02/robots-taking-record-number-of-human-uteruses/273346/
Robots 1. Humans O.
We can’t even beat robot at rock, paper, scissors anymore. Researchers at a Japanese university have created a robot that can out-play you using a high-speed camera to determine your move. (By the way, I think a lot of sentences about killer robots starts with, “Researchers at a Japanese…”)
Meanwhile, in Non-Robot News … Come Watch Tomhira at Slim’s in San Francisco!
Super-cool band Tomhira plays at Slim’s tomorrow in San Francisco. Come watch them and Red Baraat for an awesome way to start your weekend.
SHOW DETAILS: http://www.slimspresents.com/events/2012-07-06/red-baraat-2/
I’m Still Alive!
I know it’s been a while, but don’t worry, I’ll be back! The robot overlords tried their best to keep me down, but they didn’t succeed. Screw you, robots!
For the Sad and Lonely?
I’m not often speechless, but this is cray-cray.
This is a video of some pervert demonstrating what the scientists at Tokyo University of Electro-Communications are billing the world’s most accurate robotic buttocks. Technically they’re, “humanoid buttocks that represents emotions with visual and tactual transformation of the muscles”, which means they were designed to respond the same way our asses do (i.e. clench up when slapped, relax when massaged with a lubed Sharpie) Why? Your guess is as good as mine. “Sex dolls.” That was my guess too. Now jam a stick of dynamite between those cheeks and let’s end this thing!