Three engineers made an app for the ‘Íslendingabók’ database. People can now easily, and on the go, look up how they are related to other Icelanders. And a precious feature, using the bump technology, allows people that meet to just bump their phones together, to instantly see if they are too related to take things any further. The engineers’ slogan for this feature was: “Bump the app before you bump in bed”.
http://www.newsoficeland.com/home/technology/innovation/item/1124-new-app-prevents-icelanders-from-sleeping-with-their-relatives
So it’s the opposite of the Hapsburg Matchmaker App?
Oh, come on: how could they not go with the obvious “Bumping phones, not bumping uglies”?
I first heard that phrase at a Dave Matthews Band concert in 1995.
You were on the leading edge of that one.
Wasn’t it also Sendak’s working title for Where the Wild Things Are?
No, Where the Wild Things Are was the working title for Spring Breakers.
We read some selections from Spring Breakers (Coghill translation) in high school, but our books called it The Canterbury Tales.
Sprynge Brakke for-ever.
Okay, so my comments have disappeared on two blogs.
AMDG
Janet
Oceania has always been at war with Eurasia.
‘Sleeping’ is my new favorite euphemism.
How … how …
OK, words fail me.
I need an app to keep me from sleeping with YO MAMA. BAM!
*The above yo mama joke was not directed at anyone in particular.
Nor anyone in particular’s mama, I presume.
My thing is: every dystopian biotech novel ever written will eventually come true. Because there goes the objection to random sperm/egg donation and the possibility of accidental incest. There’s an app for that!
In the spirit of spring, I present three seeds to help plant your plot, apps notwithstanding:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demon_Seed_(novel)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wanting_Seed
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bad_Seed
JOB
Just wait til we start cloning ourselves.
(From the not-ted archive of ideas that will never come to fruition.)