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Before / After (31 May 2011 at 20:52)

Submitted without comment. Fancy octopus

Category: drawings

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Tom Murphy VII Know what? Fuck grilling. Can't grill a superburrito. Actually, I dare me to grill a superburrito. almost 14 years ago · Comment

Tom Murphy VII Unexpected upside: Now every time I'm really sucking wind and getting heat-stroked, I can think "Well, at least I'm not wearing ankle restraints." almost 14 years ago · Comment

Duquesne Heights cleanup — 17.6mi. in 03:19:33 (1,913ft. gain) almost 14 years ago · View

Tom Murphy VII Tree climbing!!! almost 14 years ago · Comment

Tom Murphy VII I already ate a whole large pizza for our Biggest Loser finale eating contest. almost 14 years ago · Comment

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Pittsburgh Marathon 2011: Keystone Capers! (18 May 2011 at 21:18)

We did it! You guys know that when I'm not trying to run for time, I like to make things harder for myself by running in costume (shark, hazmat) or carrying a cake. This year was the best/worst yet. Ryan ran as a Keystone Cop chasing me, escaped prisoner, all 26.2 miles. We looked like this:

Photo is from the Post-Gazette. This costume was pretty hard because it was full-body Xtra-Chafe™ polyester, with a hat, all of which really lock in the moisture, and that stupid mask that was too small for my face and was usually getting in the way of my eyes. But the real barrel of monkeys was that I was wearing handcuffs, leg irons, and a heavy chain between them. This was, you know, not good for the mechanism.

It took us about 5h30m to finish, which is at least two hours longer than it would have if I was just running. Going into this one I wasn't even confident I was going to be able to finish. In some ways I was hoping that it would be too hard, so that I would be appropriately testing my limits. And indeed as we reached about 4 miles I was worried, because it was getting painful pretty quickly. The running itself was not a problem at all; we were doing like eleven minute miles at first, which I think is probably close to the fastest possible pace with leg irons on—you just can't go fast with such a short stride. So maybe I set a pretty good world record in marathon shuffling. But after a few miles I could tell that the leg cuffs were going to be a real problem, because they were starting to dig into my ankles. Around ten miles they had badly broken through the skin and I was worried that at this trajectory, not even half way through, it would later get too painful to stand. We did a little walking, but this didn't help with the main problem because I still had the leg cuffs on and they were just as abrasive when walking. I found a few ways to adjust the cuffs, pausing every few miles to adjust, that would at least reduce the amount of sweat salt and street grit that the cuffs were grinding into the wounds, which helped. The cuff cuts were not a surprise, but an unexpected growing problem was that the belly chain was doing this periodic superposition-of-waves flappin' around, and every 6 strides or so it would smack me in the back of my left calf, or on my right knee where I already had a knee-being-scraped-previously injury and bust open that scab, but the calf was way worse, because it got really bruised and raw and every time that happened it was like smacking a sensitive tooth with a snapping little miniature rubber band.

Ryan was offering to get some tape from the aid station to tape up my ankles, but I didn't want to cheat unless it was bad enough to quit otherwise. And as we got towards 20 miles, it was getting worse but not at an alarming trajectory like before, so I decided I could stick through it. There were other weird problems like, since I was using this very short and awkwardly duck-footed stride to manage the chain (and my ankles could only get a very limited distance apart), I was only using a small set of muscles, and not ones that I usually use for running, because these were the shufflin' muscles. So those got pretty fatigued, and I was feeling kind of sick from who knows what, but I was mostly able to focus on the ankles. Here are some pictures of the aftermath. I put them behind links so you don't have to see them if you're just like, casually browsing the web.

Bloody shoe — These socks are white, by the way.

Wounded ankle — Two abrasions. Don't really know why my heel got stained black, but it washed out.

Bruised calf — I really don't bruise easily, either.

Days later, my ankles are still bleeding frequently, and it's still kinda hard to walk.

This was Ryan's first time running this far. His costume was basically as bad as mine except without the shackles, and he often gets really hot when he runs, so it was good that it was not sunny until mile 22. I gave him my only handcuff key so that I would not be tempted to leave him (or let him leave me), and so he would not be tempted to run off. Since he was behind me I didn't get to see how he was doing, but he seemed pretty strong—we were going pretty slowly but 26 miles is no joke at any speed, so a nice first showing. Here's a puzzler: Ryan started behind me and finished behind me, but finished one place ahead of me. How is that possible? (The following isn't true but a simplifying assumption: Let's say he was exactly the same distance behind me for the entire race.)

Okay, fun stuff: We got loads of good feedback. Usually what would happen with other runners is that they would start passing us, seeing Ryan's costume and start LOLing, and then see my costume and start ROFLing, and start to say something to us like oh my god those costumes are awesomeeeee but as they were saying something, would see my shackles in mid sentence and it would be sort of like ... costumes are aweee—uhhhhh what the hell??. I got to practice my comebacks when comments were repeated multiple times. Q. Are you running the full marathon? A. Yeah, of course. Who runs half a marathon?! (There is a concurrent half marathon with like 10,000 runners, including some people who asked me this.) Or alternate A. Yeah, it's only like one mile, right? Another frequently asked Q. Does that make it hard to run? A. No, it's actually easier, because it's like an ankle massage. Q. asked by kids running along side me on the sidewalk: What did you go to jail for? A. (very seriously) Running on the sidewalk. (kids slink away). At the water stations I would have some water or Gatorade, but I couldn't actually bring the water up to my lips because of the chain, so I would have to kind of crouch and drink it hunchback style. Ryan would tell them not to give me water, or be like, okay, just ONE more. He'd grab my collar as I slowed to drink, but then after the water station I would bust away cackling, and he would shout "Oh no!". He often tried to solicit help from the policemen stationed all along the race, especially from the ones that were looking really serious. We got some good chuckles, including some of them taking photos. You can find some on Twitter no doubt. Some other people were inspired to run harder, e.g. in this article:

My lungs were burning and my calves were cramping, but my brain was screaming: If I can't pass a dude in a stupid costume with chains around his ankles, I might as well lie down right now.

My favorite racetime pastime is dancing in front of the musicians that are playing about every mile. They are surprised enough to see a costumed prisoner in chains, but when I bust out some moves or air guitar (severely constrained because of the chains), and Ryan either synchronizes with me or starts batoning his hand impatiently, shaking his head no, we can often get them to laugh so much that they screw up their song, which is victory. One band as we were entering Shadyside saw us coming and played a song (you'd recognize it, but I don't know the name), maybe from like Nutcracker Suite, which is often used for chase/nefarious scenes in Looney Tunes. We did an extra long synchronized dance. I loved this so much, thanks guys.

There's lots more to talk about but this blog post is way late and getting pretty long. This was definitely my most memorable marathon costume so far, though we already have ideas for next year that may beat it in both flagellation and congregation. For the record, I didn't do as much manual making of the costume as last year—the prison rags are from a costume shop. I hemmed them from "one size fits all" to "this size fits Tom", and I made a reproduction of my race bib (ironed onto an old yellowing t-shirt and sewn to the shirt) to make it look like it was my prison ID number. And, of course, I braved the world of online handcuff shopping, which consists only of law enforcement shops and sex shops, which I had a hard time telling which made me more uncomfortable, and then I accidentally sent the cuffs to my parents' house. I'll wrap with the prospectus:

Keystone Capers!

I'm interested in any other sightings you guys have!

Categories: races drawings

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Tom Murphy VII At the doctor I threw out a Sharpie in the container labeled 'NO SHARPS'. That's life on the edge!! almost 14 years ago · Comment

Tom Murphy VII My heart nearly exploded while running a painful 37.58 miles today, my farthest yet. But I think next weekend will be the real test. almost 14 years ago · Comment

Mother's Day Masochism Ultra — 37.6mi. in 07:06:37 (3,260ft. gain) almost 14 years ago · View

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My 48-hour videogame: Priority Cats in ''It's dangerous to go alone. Take sis!'' (03 May 2011 at 00:45)

I made a new video game this weekend for the 48-hour game programming contest Ludum Dare! For the contest they announce the theme at 10pm on Friday, and you have until Sunday night to crank something out as quickly as you can. You're allowed to supplement your hacking and drawing and musicing skills with beer and whiskey and coffee, which I did. Not a lot of sleep though. My game:

Priority Cats: It's dangerous to go alone. Take sis!

Play Priority Cats in the browser

The theme this time was "It's dangerous to go alone. Take this!" which is pretty ridiculous. I suspect vote fraud. The line comes from the old Nintendo game The Legend Of Zelda, where at the very beginning of the game a man in a cave gives you a sword and says that. Like as if giving an 11 year old a sword is a recipe for safety! Here at Tom 7 Radar we are big proponents of sword safety (not really. Some people in the computer science department circa 2003ish logout party have some stories about me and swords. But seriously who keeps an actual real sword in their closet at a party?). And there is a fairly famous internet "meme" (that means "picture" in internet language) that is a picture of someone holding a cute cat with that caption. So my game is about a brother and sister cat who go on an adventure outside the house for the very first time. Go ahead and play it (after turning on your speakers) if only for the cat animations and theme song. The controls are pretty intuitive but realistically frustrating! The ending is not too hard to find. If you collect everything then there is a small additional reward.

Also: I recorded 4 brand-new songs, which are available in the soundtrack zip file. And then I made this timelapse video of me programming and drawing and drinking coffee, which has pictures of my screen and also of me touching my beard a lot, via brand-new webcam. I'm goin' all out here, guys.

Categories: t7es video games tom 7 music drawings contests ludum dare

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Entries from April 2011

Tom Murphy VII Getting ready to make video games all weekend for Ludum Dare #20! almost 14 years ago · Comment

Tom Murphy VII I wish Bring Your Child To Work Day was concurrent with Bring Your Horse Tranquilizers To Work Day more often. almost 14 years ago · Comment

Tom Murphy VII Evocative, like very slightly warm Sprite. almost 14 years ago · Comment

The fetal crook of an upturned robin's claw — 19.3mi. in 03:24:21 (1,889ft. gain) almost 14 years ago · View

Tom Murphy VII The new urinal deodorizer is a nose-wasabiing whiff of medicinal grandparent toothpaste. almost 14 years ago · Comment

Mt. Oliver? I hardly know 'er — 12.9mi. in 02:07:50 (1,311ft. gain) almost 14 years ago · View

Tom Murphy VII C, Tom I'm OTC. almost 14 years ago · Comment

Due to a mishap this trip to Beechview was actually 21.7 miles — 17.8mi. in 03:16:33 (2,227ft. gain) almost 14 years ago · View

Tom Murphy VII is participating in Bring Your Son Or Guitar To Work Day. almost 14 years ago · Comment

Tom Murphy VII Maru cat videos and good Scotch! Perfect evening! almost 14 years ago · Comment

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SIGBOVIK 2011: What words ought to exist? (01 Apr 2011 at 23:06)

Today was SIGBOVIK 2011, the fifth one. This is my favorite CMU CS tradition; a fake conference thrown with real aplomb (carefully bound and printed proceedings, entertaining talks, product demonstrations, awards, promotion, budget and steering committees, paper management systems and reviews, etc.). People use it as both a venue for childish drivel and for deeply satirical but essentially real work that in my opinion is too good for actual conferences. I love it because of how it simultaneously scorches (for its pointless navel-gazing) and celebrates (for its pointless navel-gazing) academia.

I always participate. This year I was emcee and I did not have enough time to execute all of my ideas (do I ever?), but I did write two papers. The first was just the slapdash results of the thing I posted earlier, Who is the biggest douche in Skymall?. It's more fun to continue to play the on-line game than read the results, though I did add a douche-detecting image recognition "algorithm" to that paper, at least.

What I spent the most time on was my paper What words ought to exist?.

I tried something different this year. I feel like the conference is filled with loads of satire and irony (which is great), but that the best way to celebrate what I feel is the SIGBOVIK spirit is to be off-puttingly impenetrable about where the work is even coming from. Like "Is this real or a joke? Why did you even do this? I don't understand" is the ideal reaction. So, controlling for SIGBOVIK tenor, this time my paper is a completely earnest and thorough attempt to answer an interesting philosophical question (titular). It starts with a maximalist approach, my variant of Scrabble called Scrallbe (where they can all be words), which is pictured above. It's like God mode for Scrabble. I dismiss this as too coarse and then look at a bunch of different methods for figuring out what words should exist, and justifying that mathematically. I tried to write it for the layperson, but I think my notion of layperson may be distorted. Read the paper to decide for yourself.

I won another award this year (keeping my perfect batting record!), this time for "Most frighteningly like real research," which I think is apt.

SIGBOVIK 2011

Categories: talks hacks sigbovik

(3 comments — almost 2 years ago) [ comment ]

Tom Murphy VII Super fun to judge the science fair! But SIGBOVIK is going to be even better science! Today, Rashid Auditorium (GHC4401), 1600h. MC Tom 7 presides. almost 14 years ago · Comment

Entries from March 2011

Tom Murphy VII Listenquest is when I systematically listen to every CD in my collection. Takes years. Poll: If I receive a complimentary "Sounds of Indian Cinema" CD inside a box of Indian food during a Listenquest, do I have to listen to this? almost 14 years ago · Comment

Tom Murphy VII Trespassed at the Allegheney locks! And hit my face. almost 14 years ago · Comment

Tom Murphy VII That's what makes being a person so fun! ...and weird. almost 14 years ago · Comment

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There will be two Sick Ridiculous concerts (21 Mar 2011 at 18:26)

Guys this is for real. Listen. Guys. Serious. Sick Ridiculous, my band, is playing two shows in the next few weeks, as part of our Q2 Relaunch. Get ready for multiple posters:

Sick Ridiculous and Crunk Witch and Powell and Derek Woodz at Garfield Artworks, April 2, 2011, 7pm

Sick Ridiculous and Crunk Witch and Powell and Derek Woodz at Garfield Artworks, April 2, 2011, 7pm

Sick Ridiculous and Orchid and the Orchard, Club cafe, 7pm April 8, 2011

See? No joke. Posters, like with an s, and everything. And the thing is, the difference between the posters, meaning in design aesthetic, that is, total, is like a metaphor for how these shows will be totally completely utterly non-redundant. Not one song will be repeated betwixt them, except for our very newest song, which has never been heard before. So worst case repetition scenario, if you go to both shows, is that you hear one awesome song that you never heard, twice. Big whoop. Worst case scenario if you miss one, is you might miss out on special treats. More info on this topic as soon as our PR department lifts the press embargo.

Categories: sick ridiculous drawings

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