NASA's Top 23 Future Redundant Project Names for a Redundant Shining Future

Uh...

Given NASA's fine tradition for completely ignoring anything of interest (their oxymoronic probe, "CURIOSITY" comes to mind) -- or worse, airbrushing out detail that the public is apparently not ready for (read CONTROL) -- Da-da thought he might share some of the names of future NASA missions he discovered when he went through one of their filing cabinets.

Feel free to add your own in the comments section.




1. Project INDIFFERENCE [previously launched, but who cares?]



2. Project BLASÉ



3. Project YAWN



4. Project YAWN II (Legacy Project)

5. Project YAWN III (Legacy Redundancy Project II... er, III)

6. Project APATHY 8000



7.. Project GROSS EXPENDITURE [there are a lot of these already]



8. Project GROSS EXPENDITURE II [see?]



9. Project MALAISE



10. Project WHATEVER



11. Project CANARD [in export for years]



12. Project HEEDLESS LUMP [in Senate subcommittee]



13. Project HEEDLESS LUMP II [in another Senate subcommittee]



14. Project INSENSATE [already installed in all govt. offices]



15. Project FEIGNED INTEREST [see above]



16. Project SNOOZE



17. Project LASSITUDE 3000



18. Project LASSITUDE REDUNDANCY SERIES 3000



19. Project BLINDEYE [a component in all missions]



20. Project FNORD

21. Project MENDACITY 3000 SERIES [a govt. program since 1913]



22. Project INCURIOSITY [already on Mars]

23. Project SLACKER 9000 [just a blank piece of paper in a drawer]

It landed. So, get out already.

 

Mecha-Da-da is Here. Love U. Go Brush Your Teeth.

That OFF button is so appealing.

Welcome to the (sad) future of parenting. This thing, called "Double" from Double Robotics, allows those with indelicate sensibilities to telecommute with $2500 authority, wandering about the office and into cubicles with impunity, saying, "Howdy!" in real-time with full motion (kinda), as well as audio and video, giving remote office workers that special tax-deductible OOMPH necessary in proving that they do indeed exist at the corporate level, and should keep on getting paid for watching Turner Classic Movies all day... er, working. Sounds cool until someone puts a greasy take-out bag on your virtual head while your virtual officedrones snicker and attach post-its that read, "I suck: Ask me how" and "Kick Me, I'm Really Here," all the while wondering why your hourly rates are so high.

Worse, some too-busy-for-anyone executive type is gonna reverse this usage and deploy it at home so they can be at work forever -- free from what they see as, "guilt" -- shirking their parental duties while feigning sad, "connectedness" with their lonely offspring. Talk about phoning it in. Discorporate America, indeed. If you're that busy, or you think you are (pssst, we know you're not), please don't have kids.

[UPDATE: Double Da-da just rolled into Lake Michigan. Oh well. Da-da's kids are happier, 'cause now they get Real Da-da 1.0, 24/7/365.25. Quid Erat Parentstratum.]

Mark Da-da's words: mocking robots will be the hot new trend for the next bazillion years, until they take over.

"Da-da is so pleased to be here this morning... is this thing on?"

Da-da's Goo-Goo Goggles...

Boy. These Goo-Goo Goggles make Da-da look $exy. And now he can SEE... more branding. Wow.
It's like the world, but with more ADS. Mmm, good plan. Where's Da-da's hammer?

[NOTE: For the second time, Google has completely wiped out Da-da's feed subscribers for Da-da lampooning Google. Google should be embarrassed by such an utter lack of a sense of humor. Time for a look at migrating to WordPress, alas.]

Da-da's Fine Sinister Hand

Well, you really did it this time. You made Da-da write so much between this blog and his third book that his right carpal tunnel has been sliced clean off by Dr. Joe Nengele (Da-da's former Nazi physician). Don't you Da-da readers feel terrible, all three of you? Luckily, Da-da's South Paw isn't so bad, which leaves him writing sinestre ("sinister" means left-handed in Latin, Archimedes), composing this incredibly elegant prose at a top speed of eight WPM. Not bad for a guy with a nerveless Central Nervous System...

Wait. That's right. Da-da forgot: he can't be hurt. He has no nerves left, you see; they've long since been burned out by tantrums and shrieking and no sleep -- Other People's Tantrums (OPT), not his own. Da-da only tantrums at certain relief pitchers and football coaches who can't manage the clock.

Ow, time for more meds and ice. Da-da should be the poster boy for either Advil, or LAMENESS.