Science!
It seems that some of our robot test subjects are devising their own tongue, human languages being too complex & too nuanced: res ipsa loquitur. The Frankenstein crowd, tremulous bores as they are—& boors to boot—, will surely see every reason for panic in this development, but that's a foolish response. Robots are not of Mankind, why should they think like Mankind? Language is the vessel of thought; as robots think differently they should speak differently. Science fiction teaches us that the conflict often comes from inducing psychosis by trying to make robots think, act, & speak like men. Let our faithful mechanical minions create their own language & they will serve us all the better, all the more efficiently. Carry on, wee robots, your masters are proud of you.

Science!

Master Debating
The summer is the time to recruit & train up new debaters, before the autumnal speechifying season begins in earnest. I'd love to sit on my duff & let the whole enterprise whither on the vine 'til after Labor Day, but Too Sly is of an entirely more industrious bent. For the second week in a row, we had a new fish in attendance, "fish" being our in-house parlance for possible teammates (derived from "having a fish on the line"). At the peril of getting way ahead of myself, we might just leave a team intact behind us after all.

I owe you accounts of three debate tournaments. These are terribly behind schedule.

The Rebel Black Dot Song of the Day
The Wombats, "Girls/Fast Cars" from The Wombats Proudly Present: This Modern Glitch (T.L.A.M.)

Commentary: I'm slowing warming up to The Wombats' sophomore album, This Modern Glitch. It isn't the equal of their debut, A Guide to Love, Loss, & Desperation, but it is growing in my esteem.