On 22 Nov 2008 at 2:22 PM tragedy struck the Internet: the boss picture of a shirtless Mark Twain taking a moment between being America’s greatest humorist and killing wolverines with his mustache.
What went through 117.200.160.212‘s head when he or she made this change? Was he or she like “this picture is so amazing that it’s prevent the world from learning about the French saving the heads of war collaborators” and with such speed that he or she didn’t register.
I purchased my ticket to the Northeast Conference on Science an Skepticism in late August and hadn’t received a ticket via mail yet so I contacted the event coordinator and promptly received a response:
Your ticket was mailed on September 2nd and you should have received them. If you like, I can add you to the VIP guest list with a convention pass waiting for you when you arrive.
Wow, VIP list? How awesome would that be? Some fat guy wearing a “Stand Back: I’m going to Try Science” shirt with a VIP pass busting through doors or with a lab coat replying to “why are back here?” with “that’s a stupid question”. Nothing bad could come from this. Or better, I could bring my big-un camera and people would confuse me for someone with skill. I might not even look for the tickets.
I brought in peanut butter cookies today. A lot of them. When a recipe starts with “24 oz of chunky peanut butter” followed by “3 sticks of unsalted butter”, it means business. Anyway, I sent out a blanket email when I bring something in and slowly a trickle of people came through.  A bunch of these folk were from a specific work group and three had a cookie and graciously took an extra cookie for a specific person who was “too busy to come up”. They should have planned their excuses for gluttony better. There person for whom they supposedly took cookies is deathly allergic to peanuts. They’re so selfless.
I don’t think I’m going to Nova Scotia. I’ll still be hitting Acadia but budgetary considerations have ruled out “The Cat” which in the words of Joe Naylor “is a lover not a fighter. But is also a fighter so we shouldn’t get any ideas”, quoting “The Most Interesting Man in the World”. Instead, I think we may add a new meal to the day entirely consistent of bacon and an alternate location. Instead, we’ll be going to New Brunswick which seems like the 2nd place location for the following reasons:
The things we trade for bacon. Perchance to dream.
I don’t think I’m going to Nova Scotia. I’ll still be hitting Acadia but budgetary considerations have ruled out “The Cat” which in the words of Joe Naylor “is a lover not a fighter. But is also a fighter so we shouldn’t get any ideas”, quoting “The Most Interesting Man in the World”. Instead, I think we may add a new meal to the day entirely consistent of bacon and an alternate location. Instead, we’ll be going to New Brunswick which seems like the 2nd place location for the following reasons:
The things we trade for bacon. Perchance to dream.
I’ve been doing a flurry of my regular baking plus some casseroles trying some options (I’ve yet to use Sabbath mode) but appear to have lost track. My dad informed me that he finished my pie and he thought it was delicious. When did I make a pie? I haven’t made one in weeks, and it was clearly done in one of my pie dishes. So either I’m baking with such ferocity my mind is repressing the memory or my dad just finished of a pie that saw Obama inaugurated. Hm..
I go through a lot of hardware from doing repairs for other people. Frequently I’ll do a repair in exchange for the parts left over after an upgrade which has given me a smattering of RAM, small hard drives, a smattering of peripheral cards and enough cabling to safely repel El Capitan. After a while I started jotting notes on sticky notes attached to the hardware to help sort through it and today was dumbfounded by one. Someone had requested a hard drive and this was the conversation:
Him: Do you have a spare hard drive, mine died?
Me: Lemme see.  Yes, but there’s a note on it “HP NSFW”. I can’t remember what it means.
Him: Well, do you think it’s safe?
Me: Maybe it was out a Hewlett-Packard mach…. oh, I remember. I have a drive for you from someone whose system I upgraded but I need to warn you: This drive may or not contain alarmingly hi-resolution slash fiction pictures of whom I’ve been told is a naked Daniel Radcliffe.
Him: Hm… one sec. *Shouting* Yeah, my girlfriend’s fine with that.
Saw this on the way home from work:
That’s what happens when you click “Least Efficient Method Possible” when picking shipping options.
I want to start and join some odd Facebook groups so I can send invites to my enemies:
“Terry Robinson thinks you’d like to become a fan of Not Amounting to Anything/Sodomizing Melons/Decaffeinated Goat Fucking/Treating Cats Like People/Dick Punching/Snoring At Weddings”
Just a thought.
Coworker: Gha… Do we have a high-megapixel camera that can focus on just the interference pattern on these two films while filtering out glare from overhead lights?
Me: Kind of, give me a few minutes *runs to car, gets camera, tripod, and polarizer, returns*
Coworker:Â Where did you get that?
Me: My car.
Coworker: Do you drive around with that stuff hoping for weird cases where an excess of camera equipment will be useful?
Me: Maybe….Yes.
The photos came out well. I make inconsistent deformations in thin-layer films with sub-wavelength spacing look good.