She's my life-sized, wife-sized, full grown blow-up plastic girl, and ain't nothin missin'
And she's more than just a friend and she never has a headache
Or bad breath when we're kissin'
Yeah she's there when you need her and she doesn't have a do
nd her skin is as smooth as a pearl
y life-sized, wife-sized, full grown blow-up plastic girl
The music selection from last week's podcast, Mel McDaniel's "Plastic Girl," drew a surprising amount of...response. So, of course, I decided to focus a portion of my admittedly limited attention span to the spreading issue of plastic girls.
And folks, it's worse that I imagined! This from Breitbart.com today:
Yo! I don't know about you, but this is working for me...I like that cute reference to being developed, "mainly for use in the entertainment industry..." You betcha, GI! Note to Japan...can you make me one of these?Japanese researchers on Monday showed off a robot that will soon strut her stuff down a Tokyo catwalk.The girlie-faced humanoid with slightly oversized eyes, a tiny nose and a shoulder length hair-do boasts 42 motion motors programmed to mimic the movements of flesh-and-blood fashion models.
The fashion-bot is 158 centimetres (five foot two inches) tall, the average height of Japanese women aged 19 to 29, but weighs in at a waif-like 43 kilograms (95 pounds) -- including batteries.
She has a manga-inspired human face but a silver metallic body.
"If we had made the robot too similar to a real human, it would have been uncanny," said one of the inventors, humanoid research leader Shuji Kajita.
"We have deliberately leaned toward an anime style."
The institute said the robot "has been developed mainly for use in the entertainment industry" but is not for sale at the moment.
Hamming it up before photographers and television crews, the seductive cyborg struck poses, flashed bright smiles and pouted sulkily according to commands transmitted wirelessly from journalists via bluetooth devices.
Although given Rally's propensity for CZs, I'd probably have to sign her over to Angus Hobdell, CZ's ace factory shooter...talk about falling in with bad companions!