The 5-Color event went quite well to the point that Mr. Folsom had both fun and victory of someone whose last name didn’t rhyme with “olsom”.  At Cheeburger Cheeburger afterwards our check took an inordinate period of time to arrive so Mykie decided to leave feedback.  Lacking a pen he started going in with horseradish sauce and did quite a nice job.  But it was damn hard to read.  Until I attacked it with Cheeburger Cheeburger’s shitty spice mix, and voila!

Feedback with salt and pepper

It was really quite impressive at the time.  This was followed up with the “I crushed a pounder” picture for the three at our table who’d consumed heartily.  But, by the time the photo was actually taken, only two other customers were left in the store.

I don’t know why, but I really wanted to know how much the cat weighs.  Really wanted to know.  So, I asked  around:

Dad’s guess: 13 lbs
My guess: 15 lbs
Ryan’s guess: 11 lbs
Amanda’s guess: 1 dollar

So, I first tried dropping the cat on the bathroom scale and pushing down on it, depending on  the cat’s natural tendency to just lie down when you push down on it.  Fail.

I handed the cat to my dad.  To make a long story short, my dad bled a lot and we still didn’t know how much the cat weighed.

Amanda stepped up to the plate, weighed herself and then failed to get the cat to cooperate and after taking a claw to the boob, the cat was put down.  The golden opportunity occurred when the cat, hungry from fighting with us, wanted onto the countertop, Amanda grabbed him and soon the truth was illuminated: 15.4 lbs.

I don’t know why, but I really wanted to know how much the cat weighs.  Really wanted to know.  So, I asked  around:

Dad’s guess: 13 lbs
My guess: 15 lbs
Ryan’s guess: 11 lbs
Amanda’s guess: 1 dollar

So, I first tried dropping the cat on the bathroom scale and pushing down on it, depending on  the cat’s natural tendency to just lie down when you push down on it.  Fail.

I handed the cat to my dad.  To make a long story short, my dad bled a lot and we still didn’t know how much the cat weighed.

Amanda stepped up to the plate, weighed herself and then failed to get the cat to cooperate and after taking a claw to the boob, the cat was put down.  The golden opportunity occurred when the cat, hungry from fighting with us, wanted onto the countertop, Amanda grabbed him and soon the truth was illuminated: 15.4 lbs.

I received an email from my Economics teacher about Theory of Trade. Google apparently has not much a higher opinion of this material based on their correlated ad:

Tie between economics and aliens

As a side note, most functional Gravitational Wave Detectors would have to be both stupidly large and stupidly sensitive, which would probably greatly increase the cost of shipping. Also, if anyone finds that this device works, I’ll buy their ticket to Stockholm.

I received an email from my Economics teacher about Theory of Trade. Google apparently has not much a higher opinion of this material based on their correlated ad:

Tie between economics and aliens

As a side note, most functional Gravitational Wave Detectors would have to be both stupidly large and stupidly sensitive, which would probably greatly increase the cost of shipping. Also, if anyone finds that this device works, I’ll buy their ticket to Stockholm.

One of my computer instructors has started to take attendance but doesn’t yet require participation.  Miffed at this waste of my Wednesday evenings I tried to find the most obvious way to be there without being there.

I walked in, sat down, spread out my 1099s and W2s, a sharpened pencil, nice pen, and a calculator and I proceeded to do my taxes as obviously as I could muster.  I’ve never had so much fun completing a 1040 in my life.

The pre-release was… interesting.  The lesions that developed on the bottom of my right foot during the camporee began bleeding resulting in an interesting pattern on my foot as pieces of sock became embedded an enmeshed in the scab.  Thank you, Josh, for taking on Sunday.

In funnier news, I lost my phone and Mykie Noble was nice enough to hold onto it until I could pick it up.  As a gift, I placed four bottles of premium handcream in a Shadowmoor box and intended on giving it as thanks.  Apparently, I put the box on the roof of my car and it never quite made the journey into the vehicle.  Somewhere on Bristol Road, four bottles of post-operative hand cream sit inside a box of un-released Magic product waiting to befuddle and confound whomever finds it.

I’m running a piece of Cat 5e cable from my office closet to my bedroom and ran into a problem of punching a 5/8″ hole in wall.  The largest drill bit I had was 1/2 inch and I was in a bit of pickle.  Until I realized that 7 foot atlatl dart has a 11/16″ tip.  Score.