More Real Dolls

It would appear that most people are visiting because of the picture in this post. For your delight and delectation, the full version is attached below (image credit Stacy Leigh and Realdoll). There is also a video here. Check back soon for more images.

Realdoll Rui

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Logic

I was going to post this just before Easter, but events conspired against...

It stands to reason that an Almighty, omniscient, omnipresent, eternal creator (assuming it exists) of the Universe possesses unimaginable superior intelligence. As such it must be the ultimate in logical scientist and mathematician. (I use the word it because such a supreme being would surely exist beyond the narrow confines of what we term "gender").

Where then, is the logic in becoming incarnate as your own son and allowing him/yourself to suffer a gruesome death to atone for sins that have been, are being and will be committed; especially as sin entered the World through Adam (Romans 5:12-14) and Adam could not possibly have existed? Could he.
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Michael Jackson is Dead

Is it me or is all the furore about Jackson's (admittedly untimely) death all a bit unnecessary? Yes, he was talented and any death is tragic, but he was a rather sad figure...maybe it was a merciful release for him. But I do find all the public outpouring of grief a bit pathetic...sorry.
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Jade Goody is Dead

So what? Countless people die of cancer (of one sort or another) each year, in relative obscurity and poverty. I would have had more sympathy for her if she hadn't insisted on shoving it in our faces to make (more) money (I'm sure her kids would still have wanted for nothing).
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The Real Doll (The Model)

Real Doll
Let's face it, every man's (and geek's) fantasy is a programmable woman. A robot. An android. A cyborg. Whatever. A woman built to order so that she looks how you want and does whatever you want, the way that you want, without question. And you can turn her off and hide her away as required. And she won't even care or protest.

It's been the stuff of science fiction for decades and alas it's still science fiction...but it's getting closer. Imagine combining a
Real Doll with the necessary computing and robotic technology that will more than likely be a reality in a few decades (assuming the technology advances at its current rate). I doubt, however, that I will be alive to see it come to fruition.

Nevertheless, last year I was so captivated by them that I gathered together a few images and created a video, set appropriately, to a version of
Kraftwerk's The Model, which I adapted from an old MIDI file in GarageBand. I even contemplated buying one.

Click here and enjoy.
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The Experiment

Thousands of years ago, when mankind had a limited view of the Earth and its place in the Cosmos, we considered ourselves the pinnacle of creation. Elevated to the level of sons (and daughters) of God, we were in a personal relationship with our Creator.

We now know that the Earth is nothing more than a grain of sand on a vast seashore, so if God(s) exists, is
it even aware of our insignificant existence?

Imagine an experiment using the
Large Hadron Collider*, which re-creates the Big Bang. During the course of this experiment, over a period of probably nothing more than a few seconds, a miniature universe is created which expands, evolves and eventually fades away.

Within that universe, tiny galaxies are formed and within those galaxies, stars and planets. On one planet life emerges and evolves to intelligence. In contemplating the nature of their existence, these life forms conclude that they were created by a supreme intelligence, a prime mover, a creator. Their Father.

But "He" is completely unaware of their existence.

*Assuming they ever get the damn thing to work.
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Snow

The rest of the World must really be having a good laugh at us (the UK, "Great" Britain); a day or two of snow (a few inches), everything grinds to a halt and it's the biggest news story. Thirty years ago, during the "winter of discontent", I remember driving to work in a virtual (no, not created by software) whiteout - there was no question of not trying to get to work. On 9th February 1979, after work it took me five and a half hours to drive a distance that would normally have taken 45 minutes - and that was because the roads weren't gritted. And don't get me started on schools - when I was a lad we trudged through the snow and sat in a freezing classroom all day.

People today don't know they're born.
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