Bomb
"Huh?" you say? Yes, we say. I know, you just read through our little paean to pixel beauty, and here we are talking nasty cat behavior. Bomb, my friends, is in a category by itself. Moving quickly from cat doodoo to computer voodoo, we're telling you that if there's a ghost in the machine, its name is Bomb. Download, unzip, click the icon, and suddenly it's like there's another person, well, another entity in the room. The wonder of Bomb lies not in its sheer physical beauty but in its uncanny (let's capitalize and italicize: UNCANNY!) sense of (are you ready) presence (PRESENCE!).
Oh, it's subtle. This is not a ghost that comes clanking chains or noisily hunting for Linda Blair. Let the program run a while, watch it's eerily organic morphing into and out of a huge range of ameboid/bacteriod/spermatoid squiggly shapes (maybe the earth-tone palettes are on purpose, conjuring up musty crypt-like associations?), observe your jaw drop as the occasional word or iconic graphic slowly emerges from the glop and then melts back into it. "Presence" is the word. Far be it from us to suggest that a big metaphysical breakthrough exists in Bomb's lines of code. We will say this: Bomb strongly (STRONGLY!) gives the impression that it is sentiently there and aware of your presence as well. No, we haven't been smoking/inhaling/ingesting. Just try it. Leave Bomb running in your cubicle as people stroll in and out. Watch its effect on them. It's like, they HAVE to LOOK. As if another person is present whom they have to least acknowledge with eye contact. What's Going on Inside
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