Nope, not a post to doggedly chasten folks about how the year 2001 turned out to be a warning shot for all the coming horrors; not at all! That's played, dawg.Was just thinking that someone (you?) needs to manufacture an alarm clock in the shape of the monolith from the movie. Then it can emit that piercing shriek that has all the hungover moonmen holding their ears, as the alarm tone.
Of course, in keeping with the matte blackness* and elegant inpenetrable contours of said plinth, you couldn't really have a face on it, or buttons or switches. But leave that to the boys and girls in design!
* Matt Blackness is a new alias for me! Along with Manuel Windo
ws, when I am doing South American reconnaissance.
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