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BEST Robotics Competition Kicks Off Challenge 2004
His Eminence writes "The Boosting Engineering, Science, and Technology (BEST) robotics competition has formally unveiled its 2004 challenge, dubbed 'BEST FEVER':'Alas, poor Squeaky has been feeling under the weather. Squeaky has a severe case of BEST FEVER. His system must be treated radically. Only gene therapy can cure him, his DNA must be repaired.' Teams have already started designing and building their 'unique' robot for this challenge."
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Are the robots meant to kill each other, play soccer, or what? As a true slashdot reader, I concentrate at the pretty pictures and sensless comments. I can't browse por and robot sites at the same time.
hey, max, can you earmuff it for me?
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In a side note, Slashdot wins award for WORST blog
I like you. You're not like the other people, here in the trailer park. Oh don't get me wrong, they're good fine people, good americans. But they're content to sit back, maybe watch a little Mork and Mindy on channel 57, maybe kick back a cool Coor's 16-ouncer, they're good, fine people, Stuart, but they don't know what the queers are doing to the soil.
You know that Johnny Wurster kid, the kid that delivers papers in the neighborhood? He's a fine kid. Some of the neigbors say he smokes crack, but I don't believe it. Anyway, for his 10th birthday, all he wanted was a Burrow Owl. Kept bugging his old man. "Dad, get me a Burrow Owl! I'll never ask for anything else as long as I live." So the guy breaks down and buys him a Burrow Owl. Anyway, 10:30, the other night, I see the Wurster kid out in the yard, looking up in a tree. I say "What are you looking for?" he says "I'm looking for my Burrow Owl" I say "JUMPING JESUS ON A POGO STICK! Everybody knows that a Burrow Owl lives in a HOLE in the GROUND. WHY THE HELL DO YOU THINK THEY CALL IT A BURROW OWL, ANYWAY?" Now Stuart, do you think a kid like that knows what the queers are doing to the soil?
I first became aware of this about 10 years ago, when my oldest boy, Bill Jr. died. You know that carnival that comes in to town every year, well that year they had a ride called the mixer. The man said "Keep your head and arms inside the mixer at all times" But not Bill Jr., he was a DAREDEVIL! He was leaning out saying "Hey everybody! Look at me! Look at me!" POW! He was decapitated! They found his head over by the sno-cones concession.
A few days after that, I open up the mail. And there's a pamphlet
in there. From Pueblo, Colorado, and it's addressed to Bill, Jr.
And it's entitled, "Do you know what the queers are doing to our
soil?"
Now, Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large US city,
there's a big undeground homosexual population. Des Moines, Iowa,
for an example. Look at the soil around Des Moines, Stuart.
You can't build on it; you can't grow anything in it. The government
says it's due to poor farming. But I know what's really going on,
Stuart. I know it's the queers. They're in it with the aliens.
They're building landing strips for gay Martians, I swear to
God.
You know what, Stuart, I like you. You're not like the other
people, here in this trailer park.
Kansas' BEST started already. :) It is very boring, though. Building a robot sucks, to be honest. What's more entertaining is swinging around the robot and smacking people with it. :)
Please save the geeky jokes for after a decent summary of the event. I don't give a rat's ass about what "Robot DNA" and "FEVER" stands for, and it doesn't interest me in what the competition is actually about