I saw this:
Naturally, I had to check. And it turns out that the Salt Gun Flycatcher really is a thing.
Now I know what I want for my birthday.
A couple of months ago, Alex acquired a water filter. A small one, obviously, but a working one designed to demonstrate how water filtration works. The system has three layers — containing stones, sand and filter paper respectively — and when you pour the dirty water into the top, cleanish water drips out of the bottom.
A couple of weekends ago, we finally found the time to set it up. So set it up we did and I gave the twins a beaker of water and told them to dissolve a little bit of soil in it.
They excelled themselves.
Then the time came to start filtering:
Of course, there is only one way to test the results.
And before anyone asks, I did cheat a little bit for the final photo. The filter certainly did a good job of clearing the water, but was nowhere near effective enough to clean the findings of a pair of determined eight-year-olds.
I removed that last bit of cloudiness by replacing the filtered water with tap water.
[A]n artificial intelligence dedicated to generating unlimited amounts of unique inspirational quotes for endless enrichment of pointless human existence.
You know the sort of thing, those wannabe inspirational posters that people keep obliviously posting all over the internet.
What InspiroBot does is allow you to generate these at random by simply clicking on a button. The joy of it is that the program is a lot better at grammar than it is at content.
Here’s an example:
This weekend, William was given the responsibility of looking after the class dog. So we took him out and had a few adventures, one of which resulted in the dog being left in my care for five minutes.
This is what happened next.
IBM’s Cognitive Computing Engine is, after all, the construct of a 100 year-old non-unionised American corporation. Its world view is bound to differ somewhat from that of a liberal European like myself.
I hadn’t heard of Elemental Path or CogniToys before, but I dop find the idea of giving large corporations such direct access to our kids more than a little disturbing.
For those that don’t know, Big Trak is a programmable tank. It was popular (with me, at least) in the 1980s and reissued in all its retro glory a few years ago.
Big Trak, if you don’t remember, was an amazingly cool-looking 6-wheeled tank that you could program yourself to move around whilst firing its photon beam. Happily, not much has changed with this new version, which means you can not only relive the fun you had as a kid but, if you’ve got children of your own, pass it on through the family.
A few simple instructions can make your Big Trak go forward a certain number of lengths, fire, and then come back to you. The onboard memory will store up to 16 commands in one go, which means you can easily have your faithful tank-servant completing some complex manoeuvres in no time.
I have one and Alexandre is fascinated by it. So much so that he can now code up the basic manoeuvres himself…
Turning is still a challenge, but we’ll get there.
This morning, Macsen and William built a tower…
And then we knocked it down. With Robots
Okay, one robot and a toy one at that. But Macsen did do a rather good job of programming it and we had a fair bit of fun figuring out what design would collapse most spectacularly.
Rather a successful Sunday morning, I thought.
It’s incredible how the most popular toys turn out to be the cheap impulse buy picked up by the grandparents on the way over for Christmas. So it is for Penguin Race II, in which three penguins noisily climb a set of stairs and then slide down the slope. Over, and over and over again.
In other news, HandBrake is proving to be a rather useful video transcoder. I still need to read up on web video formats, but I will apologise now in case this blog starts to become a bit noisier.
I had a Victor Meldrew moment this weekend while looking at a Toy catalogue with Macsen. It turns out that you can now buy a scoop to pick up snow, a mould to form it into a snowball and a launcher to fire the snowball at someone. The catalogue in question was on paper, and the associated webite was unlinkably awful, but the same toys can be found on Amazon.
What’s wrong with picking up a handful of snow and lobbing it?
Psychologist Oliver James, author of the parenting book Love Bombing, believes children don’t “need” a vast panoply of toys.
“Most children need a transition object,” said James, “their first teddy bear that they take everywhere. But everything else is a socially generated want.”
This strikes me as very true. Certainly, my own kids have no shortage of toys and most of these end up left in boxes – ignored and then forgotten. They do each have their favourite toys and it is this limited subset of the available options that they keep returning to.
And, truth be told, more fun for all can be achieved by handing them a tool (be it a broom, a rake or whatever else happens to be seasonally appropriate) and making sure that they are able to help with whatever I happen to be doing.
Obviously there is a balance to be struck here and I am not about to embark on some sort of anti-toy crusade. Equally, though, if you have considered buying some over-priced replacement for an over-arm throw, one that is only going to be usable for about one week in 52, then your kids have too many toys.
Of course Batman won