Just found the thumb drive that I kept the totally random stuff I would write when sleep deprived and bored on the train. This one was in a file called 'stonerbible.txt'.

Removed from the bible:

( Jump to blasphemy... )

I have to make a clear plastic box. I bought the plastic (polycarbonate) at TAP plastics, plus some glue and a cool little bottle for the glue. The biggest issue was whether I was going to cut all six sides and glue the whole thing, or if I could reduce the part count by bending two sides and the top.

It turned out that bending polycarbonate on the finger brake was extremely easy, and produced excellent results. I don't think it would work for any thicker material though. Now I just need to cut two more sides out, something I can do better at home, and glue it together, and it should be good.

Now I have an hour to kill before hockey.

This place is beginning to smell like Napoleon's, the now defunct game store across the street from my grade school in Shorewood, WI. It's a mild but slightly unpleasant smell of old guys that smoke too many cigars and don't wash their clothes frequently enough. Though I'm not sure if it's actually old guy cigar funk or some other burnt industrial funk that just smells like cigar funk. Possibly all of the above.

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1199494/

I sleep now.

Observation 1: Stress makes me gain weight, despite consuming (slightly) fewer calories than when I was losing weight, all other things being equal.

Of course, right now my stress levels are off of normal charts and have entered a realm that is best described as non-euclidean. It's entirely possible that I don't actually have any more mass, but that my stress levels have created a vortex from beyond space and time that have locally increased the gravitational constant of all things around me. I'm not fat, I'm just more attracted to the earth than you are.

Observation 2: Either way, the 5 or so pounds I've picked up in the past couple of weeks have a massive effect on my skating.

Ice skating is a complex interaction of forces, and tiny adjustments or defects can radically alter how it all works. One of the most major changes you can make is the radius of the hollow in your blade (some interesting information about skate sharpening here ), basically the radius of the cut made into the bottom of the blade. Too deep and you dig too much into the ice. Turning becomes difficult and it's easy to catch an edge on the ice, abruptly changing direction usually leading to a fall. Too shallow and your blade slides around on the surface in any direction, which is equally bad. I think right now I'm right at the edge of the envelope of control of my current skate cut, and my slight mass increase means that it's gone from tracking nicely to too deep. Dropping the extra mass seems to be a better idea all around than getting a slightly shallower skate cut.

Now, if only I could find the proper elder sign to tattoo onto my forehead in order to lose the extra weight, without the unfortunate side effect of drawing horrifying, shambling extradimensional creatures into this world.

Ooh, I think I just invented the next fad diet.

This weekend I built a building, played with electronics, and went to a techno-space-hippie rave.
( musings... )
The last thing we did in this busy weekend was go to Yuri's Night. It was cool, but I think next year I'd like to go while it's still light out. I'm at the point where I'm much more interested in the projects on display than the oontz-oontz jumping about dancing thing. Still, I did enjoy grooving to Amon Tobin.

and I'm stoned.

Well, not so much in the stoned department, but a combination of work stress, which at the moment is considerable, family stress, which thanks to a car accident is right up there with my work stress, and other various sources of stress both real and imagined, I've become this really horribly negative monster and I hate it.

If you write some sort of automated or semi-automated software updater utility for any platform or program, I would like you to add one thing to your product.

A checkbox that says "If it ain't broke, don't fix it".

It shouldn't be too hard. Most programs now have some automatic reporting when they crash or otherwise run into problems. In that case, I would love to have the opportunity to download and install your fantastic new update.

However, if the program has been running for, say, 138 days straight with nary a hiccup, I really don't want to be bothered with bouncing icons, throbbing buttons, pulsing balloons, or (god forbid) motherfucking anthropomorphic office supplies telling me that there's a new version with less features and more bugs just waiting to take up even more space on my hard drive.

Thank you.

Death's Door Spirits

I'm curious about how it is. Could be good, could be swill. I'll need to get some next time I go back.

Who invented the car alarm song?

Someone, somewhere, has to have decided that just a single siren noise was inadequate and said to someone else:
"....and then it'll go 'blart blart blart' then 'dooooweeee dooooweeee' then 'dweeeoooweeeoo' and then start all over again."

Then the other person failed to kill this person on the spot. Thus, the car alarm song was born.

Who was that person? And who do we blame more, the inventor or the second person?

Is it a new year's resolution if it's done in February?

Anyway, I resolve to not assemble any more Ikea furniture for the entire year of 2008. I'm way over my quota.