I um… I suppose this may be a disappointment to some of you… Those who actually expected a real Giant Robot story anyway… Also the page is rather later than it should have been – seems this heat has just been knockin’ me out!
Special Thanx to Walt, who wrote a better lyric to the Robo Bunz song than I had… He also came up with the 2nd line of the new logo…
Anyway, I expect the next page should be posted in about a week, as it’s already mostly drawn… But then, I’ve said that type of thing before – haven’t I??
Giant, ungainly, garbley Uncle Shpam is the best the defenders of dirt could do? We deserve whatever we get. Fortunately the Negafleet doesn’t seem to be doing any better. Perhaps once upon a time, eons upon millennia ago, the negafleet’s progenitors planted the seed that grew and finally developed into the pentagon. That would explain so many things.
Say, those action figures make a mint for all the other improbable superheroes/villains… maybe Bunz otta back off and let Katz tinker with this idea.. their financial woes might be over…
Robo-Bunz titty missiles seem to pack a much greater payload than the genuine article. No doubt due to another case of Barbi syndrome on the part of the designers. (They must have figured – What the heck!)
And thus does the commentary spiral down into a discussion of the relative size of Bunz’ titty-missiles. We are bad men. ;->
As Billthesurly pointed out with the example of the Pentagon (obviously to all of us, the world’s largest “Pentagram”) and also with the example of the newly uncovered 12 thousand year old Mega-Church in Turkey, there might be something in our very genetics that sort of compels us to construct gigantic objects of cosmic reverence. And it might be something a little different from any usual notion of deity inspiration.
Take the example of the “Higgs Boson”. A necessary particle to exist, if the Higgs Field were a logical explanation of why items in the universe actually have mass. Something of obvious importance. Something that even the non-scientist might have a vague interest in.
Professor Higgs developed his idea, mainly using paper and pencil calculations. But science is not merely a statement of something, but the effort to prove that something. Higgs hypothesis was a subjective concept. Kind of like having faith in a derivation of mathematics.
But we humans are rarely satisfied with the subjective, and even at great cost of dragging around megalithic rocks, are programed to seek after the objective.
So people that dig up our culture eons from now, will make note that we spent several billions of dollars to construct sort of a Mega-Church of our own in Europe’s CERN accelerators to try to find what was popularly referred to as “The God Particle”. So named not so much in reverence but because the scientists seeking a method to prove its existence in great frustration coined it “The G-d Damed Particle”. At any rate it has finally been found. And the size of the machine to do it was at the scale in size of great cathedrals.
Subjective had become objective. However all that was apparently proven was what was already known. That done, all that remains is the giant device (of frankly worship?) that did it. Our evidence of dragging around our own megaliths perhaps. We might ultimately blame Bunz’s people for genetic level habits, when all is said and done. For wouldn’t we also be wired to go to the stars if necessary seeking answers to certain questions. That with the recognition, that it would be absurd for anyone out in the stars to make the mammoth effort to come to us. A lot of people seem to have a lot of spare time on their Saturday nights as has been observed by one of the posts on this site.
So this Higgs Boson walks into a cathedral, see?
The priest says, “I’m sorry, we don’t serve Higgs Bosons in here.”
The Higgs Boson says, “But without me… how can you have Mass?”
So in this example CERN is a modern-day Stonehenge. Bet it won’t last half as long. Here’s a thought; what if our ancient, megalithic-site-building ancestors were not keeping track of or watching anything. What if they were actually trying to prove something. It’s not like we will ever know now. (We still can’t figure out how many licks to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop.)
With the Cubs out of the playoffs, I have a bit of time on my hands this weekend… So thought I might spend it in the interests of science. helping look for the Higgs Boson…
Looked in the back yard – Wasn’t there… Checked under the bed – Nadda… Y’know, this could be more difficult than I thought…
Wait! Maybe the Cat ate it!
Eh… Nooo… I don’t have a cat…
Somebody phone up Donald Trump, he owns about everything, he’s probably got one!
I um… I suppose this may be a disappointment to some of you… Those who actually expected a real Giant Robot story anyway… Also the page is rather later than it should have been – seems this heat has just been knockin’ me out!
Special Thanx to Walt, who wrote a better lyric to the Robo Bunz song than I had… He also came up with the 2nd line of the new logo…
Anyway, I expect the next page should be posted in about a week, as it’s already mostly drawn… But then, I’ve said that type of thing before – haven’t I??
Better one week than three fricking months like sometime happens!
Not bad. Only on Earth a short time and they’re already marketing their action figures.
Giant, ungainly, garbley Uncle Shpam is the best the defenders of dirt could do? We deserve whatever we get. Fortunately the Negafleet doesn’t seem to be doing any better. Perhaps once upon a time, eons upon millennia ago, the negafleet’s progenitors planted the seed that grew and finally developed into the pentagon. That would explain so many things.
Say, those action figures make a mint for all the other improbable superheroes/villains… maybe Bunz otta back off and let Katz tinker with this idea.. their financial woes might be over…
Titty missiles! Yay!
Considering Bunz’s overall figure, the titty missles won’t have much of an explosive yield. Maybe hand grenade size bang?
I wuz gonna say….
Robo-Bunz titty missiles seem to pack a much greater payload than the genuine article. No doubt due to another case of Barbi syndrome on the part of the designers. (They must have figured – What the heck!)
And thus does the commentary spiral down into a discussion of the relative size of Bunz’ titty-missiles. We are bad men. ;->
As Billthesurly pointed out with the example of the Pentagon (obviously to all of us, the world’s largest “Pentagram”) and also with the example of the newly uncovered 12 thousand year old Mega-Church in Turkey, there might be something in our very genetics that sort of compels us to construct gigantic objects of cosmic reverence. And it might be something a little different from any usual notion of deity inspiration.
Take the example of the “Higgs Boson”. A necessary particle to exist, if the Higgs Field were a logical explanation of why items in the universe actually have mass. Something of obvious importance. Something that even the non-scientist might have a vague interest in.
Professor Higgs developed his idea, mainly using paper and pencil calculations. But science is not merely a statement of something, but the effort to prove that something. Higgs hypothesis was a subjective concept. Kind of like having faith in a derivation of mathematics.
But we humans are rarely satisfied with the subjective, and even at great cost of dragging around megalithic rocks, are programed to seek after the objective.
So people that dig up our culture eons from now, will make note that we spent several billions of dollars to construct sort of a Mega-Church of our own in Europe’s CERN accelerators to try to find what was popularly referred to as “The God Particle”. So named not so much in reverence but because the scientists seeking a method to prove its existence in great frustration coined it “The G-d Damed Particle”. At any rate it has finally been found. And the size of the machine to do it was at the scale in size of great cathedrals.
Subjective had become objective. However all that was apparently proven was what was already known. That done, all that remains is the giant device (of frankly worship?) that did it. Our evidence of dragging around our own megaliths perhaps. We might ultimately blame Bunz’s people for genetic level habits, when all is said and done. For wouldn’t we also be wired to go to the stars if necessary seeking answers to certain questions. That with the recognition, that it would be absurd for anyone out in the stars to make the mammoth effort to come to us. A lot of people seem to have a lot of spare time on their Saturday nights as has been observed by one of the posts on this site.
So this Higgs Boson walks into a cathedral, see?
The priest says, “I’m sorry, we don’t serve Higgs Bosons in here.”
The Higgs Boson says, “But without me… how can you have Mass?”
So in this example CERN is a modern-day Stonehenge. Bet it won’t last half as long. Here’s a thought; what if our ancient, megalithic-site-building ancestors were not keeping track of or watching anything. What if they were actually trying to prove something. It’s not like we will ever know now. (We still can’t figure out how many licks to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop.)
With the Cubs out of the playoffs, I have a bit of time on my hands this weekend… So thought I might spend it in the interests of science. helping look for the Higgs Boson…
Looked in the back yard – Wasn’t there… Checked under the bed – Nadda… Y’know, this could be more difficult than I thought…
Eh… Nooo… I don’t have a cat…
Somebody phone up Donald Trump, he owns about everything, he’s probably got one!
The dumpster. Go look in the dumpster… tonight… late.