at first glance I thought it was named after Orville the Duck
Dutch artist Bart Jansen has taken the aviation world by storm by rolling out the world's first dead cat quadcopter – a remote-controlled flying feline dubbed the "Orvillecopter" in honour of Orville Wright. The pioneering stuffed caticopter was apparently Jansen's own pet, who popped his paws after being run over by a …
at first glance I thought it was named after Orville the Duck
It IS ready for sustained flight:
Yes yes, very artistic and all, but it's only a matter of time until someone does this with their grandmother!
My Grams is about to pop her clogs after 101 years. She would love the idea a flying her about!
What about Lenin? It be quite a thing to see something Soviet actually fly...
Anon, because I take my tea without polonium...
I take it you mean a Soviet person flying, cat-copter like, because they have quite a few things that do or did fly, such as Soyuz rockets, the Antonov 226 and a variety of Ekranoplans.
I'd rather have Kim Jong
Ill Dead Il retrofitted this way, then equipped with a high-resolution cam. That would breathe new life into http://kimjongillookingatthings.tumblr.com/
One step closer to having to re-write the old saying.
Would the remote control be via Ham radio?
I wonder where that came from, as the medieval French already had flying cows and (British-built, no less) rabbits. Maybe because of the lack of guidance in those early attempts?
Only when hell freezes over...
Hey, Swine Flu
Hell* freezes over every winter.
The pigs will be doing their flyover very soon...
Where do you put the Batteries?
Mais ou sont les baggages? Ou sont les passagiers...?
This video was linked in the Special Bureau's GAGA discussion:
Didn't see that, but yes, credit due - also to those readers who flagged it up via email. Cheers.
The story was a bit late but then I understand the UK has been in shutdown for some reason for the past few days. But then pt2, the story comes from the Iberian office which hasn't, unless it's a case of any excuse to not do any work.
Ahem. In this far-flung outpost of Empire, we too raised a few glasses in honour of Her Maj Liz 2. And then a few more as an antidote to Elton John's obligatory royal performance. At least he didn't do a reprise of his sainted Lady Di funeral tearjerker.
I sent my son to the celebrations as my representative but in my little corner of the Empire everything else was as normal.
What!? Sir Elt passed up a chance to do Camel With The Wind one more time?
I have only ever got as far as putting a Davey-Crockett (dead raccoon) hat on top of a Tamiya RC car for the purposes of confusing a cat.
Imitation* dead raccoon caps were all the rage when I was a kid (although I never owned one).
Dead cats prove useful: isn't there a book titled '101 Things To Do With a Dead Cat'? It must now need enlarging. One should mention Schrödinger too had a darn good use for a 'dead' cat.
* Real dead raccoons were a bit pricy I believe.
Not where one of my co-workers lived, she grew up in an area where a Squirrel-pot-pie was a thing...
Pricy? Not at all. All you have to do is be quick with the shovel first thing in the morning, before the roadkill starts to turn. Fresh samples nearly every day.
Mine's the patch-work fur job.
There is indeed such a book, as well as "Cat's Revenge - 101 uses of a dead human" and "101 more uses of a dead cat" now available in one single volume.
Ofc this is a 'real' dead cat (if we are to believe him), but still, am i the only one finding this lacking of taste..?
You think... maybe just a little :P
Bit of salt 'n' pepper would probably sort that.....
You're kidding, right? It's not like the common moggie is an endangered species, so why would the legislature have to concern itself with disallowing taxidermification of same?
And yes, it's his own cat. I know the guy, and his prime motivation was to improve Orville's bird-chasing abilities, albeit posthumously. The latter condition slightly defeats the purpose, but the idea is laudable just the same.
I tawt I taw a puddy tat...
Ok, so maybe its not illegal and it may not be a endangered species, but i can think of better ways of honoring your cat than turning it into a freakshow.
I mean, really, do you have to descecrate the poor animal by tying it to a flyingmachine under the pretext that it can now continue to hunt birds?? really??
If i ever catch my son doing that to our cat (either dead or alive) i would 1st think up of a suitable punishment, then sit down and think hard where i went wrong in educating him and making him care and respect any loved household pet.
I recommend Mama Africa's Zulu Sauce.
Might even bring it back to life.
I don't know if it lacks taste as I've never eaten dead cat.
"His prime motivation was to improve Orville's bird-chasing abilities, albeit posthumously."
So he's mad then? I mean all artist licence, eccentric genius considerations aside, this is mad, isn't it? His cat is dead, it cannot chase birds.. And why improve his cat's ability to chase birds? Is there a particular bird problem in the gardens of the Netherlands that they require culling? Are the Dutch not experiencing the same undesirable fall in bird population as the rest of Europe? Or are the non-existent desires of a deceased cat to be paramount?
So what makes the idea laudable?
"So he's mad then? I mean all artist licence, eccentric genius considerations aside, this is mad, isn't it? His cat is dead, it cannot chase birds."
Well, the aim was to improve its ability to chase them, not to actually catch them.. You don't know how bad it was at doing so to begin with. It may well be that despite being bereft of life, it is still able to chase birds better than when alive.
>"do you have to descecrate the poor animal by tying it to a flyingmachine under the pretext that it can now >continue to hunt birds?"
Nine out of ten cats feel that desecrating, eviscerating and generally playing with dead animals is perfectly acceptable, nay laudable, behaviour. The chances are that Orville would have have thought the same. Had he been able to hold such abstract opinions. Which he didn't, because he was a cat.
[Hopefully Redundant Disclaimer: I'm not for hurting live cats, btw, just doubtful that they worry or care about what happens to them when they die. And I wouldn't skin somebody else's cat, as that could obviously upset a still-living human. ]
Clearly, there's more than one way to skin a cat, and equally clearly, there's more than one way to motivate whatever happens to said skin after the actual cat has ceased to be, shuffled off this mortal coil, joined the choir invisible etc.
This could only be better if the cat were still alive #dogperson
Good texture similiar to ferret but less chewy with a flavour somewhere between that of stoat and a badger.
'I don't know if it lacks taste as I've never eaten dead cat.'
Have you been to a Harvester before?
Cue the Ill Eagles "Cat in the kettle", and Carol McNelly's "McDonald's kitchen"...
Looking at the cows, I'd definitely agree.
Loved your work in the past but your negation state is not beating a boss drum here - if this sort of kit would fit you, me and everything, and the oxygen restriction didn't prevent it from working for a fatman under human nrg I would move any mountain to make it mine.
To improve his bird-chasing? Yeah right. My guess: as he was stretching out his pet's carcass over a frame and wiring it up, his thoughts were focused on the number of views he'd get on youtube.
Why wouldn't it be legal? I'm just glad he didn't actually kill it for this purpose. I was afraid he might be another Luka in the making. But as long as he's just playing with already dead things, I don't really care.
You don't know the guy. I do.
@FastBrannigan: There's more than just the Navy lacking catapults...Cats hate water! :)
> I don't know if it lacks taste as I've never eaten dead cat.
Or so you think.
" ...his prime motivation was to improve Orville's bird-chasing abilities, albeit posthumously. The latter condition slightly defeats the purpose..."
I would suggest that, given as he now has four flailing buzz-saws, one to each cardinal direction, his abilty to catch those birds he chases has been radically advanced.
Mine's the one covered in bits of feather.
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