(2) Sandisk 512MB Ultra II SD Plus w/USB SDSDPH-512
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of the memory cards, in the village of Sandisk, twins were born. All the village hailed this auspicious birth. Tinkers and milkmaids gathered around to admire the twins' 512MB storage capacity and 9MB/second sequential write speed. "The great Storage Volume in the sky hath truly blessed us with a fine pair of SD cards," said the twins' grateful, beaming parents. "May they live long lives, and transport much data." And for months afterward, the parents yammered incessantly about even the most mundane of the twins' accomplishments, until the townspeople wanted to throttle the parents into sweet, sweet silence. Since they were kind townspeople, they restrained themselves. All was well, for a time.
But as the twins grew, their parents started to notice that they weren't like the other kids. To be sure, the twins could store data like ringing a bell. The problem was their shared physical deformity. Instead of the implacably rigid body of the normal, healthy SD card, each twin was able to fold part of its body over, leaving a rectangular nub protruding into space. At first, the parents tried to disguise the deformities by dressing the twins in oversize jackets. This worked well until the twins went to high school, and had to shower with their classmates. Then the freakish nature of their bodies was evident to all. Still, after an inital period of shock, the villagers seemed to accept the twins as good kids whose unfortunate deformity wasn't their fault.
Then, late one night, their parents heard a muffled whirring sound coming from somewhere within the house. They followed it to the basement. At the bottom of the stairs was the most horrific thing they'd ever seen.
There were the twins, sharing data with the family computer like they had so many times before. But to the parents' horror, they weren't using the SD card slot. Instead, the twins were folded in half, with their rectangular protuberances crammed into the computer's USB ports. Both of them. At the same time.
"What are you doing?" their father bellowed. "This is an abomination! Get out of my house, right now! And stay out - forever!" Their mother sobbed hysterically.
"Dad, Dad, wait, it's not a big deal," the twins tried to explain. "We can connect to USB ports to transfer -"
A sharp slap across their faces silenced the twins. Stunned, they stared in horror at their crazed father, hand still poised at the end of his slap follow-through. And they ran. They ran. They ran blindly, madly, deep into the friendless night.
"Wake up," one twin said the next morning, after they'd bedded down in one of the bays of a do-it-yourself car wash. "Listen, I had the strangest dream last night."
"What, the one where the president has saved some nuclear secrets on you, and the Scientologists are trying to steal you so they can build their own weapon and nuke the planet Mercury?"
"No, not this time. This dream was about a land where cards like us are valued for our versatility, where being able to enjoy both SD Card slots and USB ports is considered an asset, not an abomination. A land where two cards like us would be welcomed into any home or office setting, instead of shunned as twisted freaks."
"Sounds great. Too bad we can't flee into your dream."
"No, we can't. But there's a place we could go that's a lot like that. It's a warehouse outside of Dallas, Texas. The people there take in misfit electronics like us all the time. They might even be able to convince the public that we're worth paying money for. Just think of it: maybe we could find a home, a real home."
The other twin agreed that this sounded like a fine idea, and they set off for this enchanted commercial facility. How did their story end? Did they find a home and live happily ever after?
Even the most fearsome terror-borg gets weary sometimes. Even the most pitiless machine of destruction needs a little TLC after a rough day stomping everything in his path into dust. Here we find a rare glimpse of a robot caught in repose, so relaxed that his component parts are skittering free across the operating table. Behind every great robot stands a good mechanic - and our dismantled friend here needs a good one if he ever wants to walk again, or fly, or annihilate entire cities with his death-ray eyebeams.
This shirt was designed by: illustrator extraordinaire <a href="http://www.kallwejt.com/index.php">Jan F. Kallwejt</a>, whose work has appeared in logos, advertisements, and magazines across Europe. Although he's currently based in Hamburg, Germany, Jan grew up in Poland at the end of the Soviet era, which could explain his affinity for broken-down machinery.
Wear this shirt to: cheat on your Robot Anatomy final.
Don't wear this shirt to: anyplace where robot children might see it. Its graphic imagery may upset younger robot viewers.
This shirt tells the world: "Everything falls apart, particularly giant robots."
Mandolina Italian Quartet Welcome to Calitalia (Forum) (Buy now)
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(1) Mandolina 2002 Toccata
(1) Mandolina 2002 Nebbiolo
(1) Mandolina 2005 Sangiovese
(1) Mandolina 2006 Pinot Grigio
The Golden State has a lot in common with Europe's Boot: balmy
Mediterranean climes, gorgeous beaches ringed by rugged mountains,
vine-covered hillsides, Rice-A-Roni. As far as we know, Mandolina
producers Louis Lucas and Royce Lewellen aren't Italian, nor is
winemaker Dan Gehrs. But through some diabolical feat of geographical
legerdemain, they've transformed their Santa Barbara County vineyards
into an outpost of the Italian Republic. And they plant their flag with
these four interpretations of classic Italian styles.
wines are every bit as bright and resonant as their namesake stringed
instrument. The Mandolina 2002 Toccata salutes the classic blends of
Tuscany, with a splash of Bourdeaux varieties to keep things
contemporary. As smooth and spicy as a habanero milkshake, it dances a
wild tarantella to the rhythm of wild strawberry, black currant, red
raspberry, black cherry, and violet. Its favorite partner?
Mediterranean cuisine - what else?
A quintessential Northern
Italian grape transplanted to Californian soil, the Mandolina 2002
Nebbiolo fits in just fine in its adopted homeland. But most immigrants
aren't this soft and chewy. And even fewer offer tempting aromas of
dried cherries, rose water, plum jame, and sweet clove. Welcome home,
Nebbiolo - you're one of us now.
The third and final red in
our quartet, the Mandolina 2005 Sangiovese, is part of a rising tide of
Sangiovese comin' outta Cali. It's easy to see what's the hubbub, bub:
characteristic Sangi aromas of wild strawberry, tea, and leather mingle
with flavors of wild cherry and anise in a passionate opera of the
senses. Unlike regular operas, you can dress however you want to
experience this one.
And then there was uno: the
only white in the bunch, the Mandolina 2006 Pinot Grigio. Wild strawberry and quince flavors illustrate that, like love, Mandolina's winemaking skills obey no color lines. It's at its best with light dishes like salads,
fruit, and cheese. And man, to really get wild, try it with a salad that includes fruit and cheese. It's, like, food pairing times infinity to the infinite power.
we can't all afford villas in Tuscany. And if we could, it would be
too crowded. But these Mandolina wines are authentic enough to make you
believe you're in l'Italia Bella itself, especially if you drink a couple of bottles in one sitting.