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What if you could just wave your hands in the air and create music?

If you happen to be a professional music conductor then you are one of the few people that could make that fantasy a reality.  However, assuming you don’t happen to have an orchestra at your disposal (or the space, for that matter), then the following information may be of some use to you.

Using VLSI design and cutting-edge 0.5 micron CMOS microchips to do what any pre-schooler would know how to do already.

Think you know Tic-Tac-Toe? Think again.

See it here, and here.

“ECE 476 student masterminds, Vic Aprea and Paul Grzymkowski, have forever altered the fabric of teaching at Cornell University. Their groundbreaking efforts in vertical plotting technology have provided accurate graphical solutions for even the laziest of professors.”

See what happens when two Cornell students, two stepper motors, a whiteboard, and an Atmel microcontroller unite in an unholy explosion of pretentiousness…

[ experience the rapture that is VP · SQUARED ]

It’s amazing what you can create using only MS Paint and a little bit of free time.

Check back occasionally, as new comics will be available “whenever the hell I feel like it”.

Enjoy.

[ go mental ]

Hello.

This is a game I created as a high school senior project.
I call it…”DIRT“.

When I was a kid my Dad and I used to play drawing games. Sometimes he would draw a primitive shape or letter and hand it to me, and I would have to turn it into something interesting. An “S” might become a snake, a square might turn into a simple house, etc. Then I would make a squiggle of my own and give it to him to finish, and we would go back and forth like that until one of us ran out of ideas or got bored. So I guess it wasn’t really much of a “game”, but I liked creative drawing so it was fun nonetheless.

Often my Dad and I would play the game on my Magna Doodle. You remember those things, right? It had a magnetic tethered pen, a couple of geometrically shaped stamps, and a slider bar that erased your work like “magic”. If yours was anything like mine it probably looked something like that picture on the right except instead of a kitty it probably had some assortment of genitalia drawn on it. Well, maybe not back then, but if you rummaged around to find yours now I bet it would. Because really, what good are creative kids’ toys if your college buddies can’t defile them with their dirty minds later in life?

Anyway, the point is I used to really enjoy drawing, and “The Line Game” as I think we called it was one of my favorites. So I was somewhat pleased when, in my Senior year high school Psych class (of all places), I was presented with the following assignment: