Bandaids and CAD

There are a remarkable number of people who are allergic to bandaids. What happens if they get an owie?

Website is finally coming along a bit, made a few awkward moves into some CAD models and threw an article or two up. If anybody out there needs to know in great detail how a sheridan valve works, and how it differs from its nelson-based cousins, we got you covered! It's to hell with formatting for now while we concentrate on content, so you the eager viewer cant actually view it. Ah well. My blog, and I'm excited about it. the website, not the blog.

Gung hay fat choy

EDIT: Turns out there's a thing called a "steri-strip" for the bandaid-phobes out there. hmph.

TGI Naptime

Its friday night and I'm trying to decide what to do. after a long spell of sitting quietly on the couch, I decided maybe I'd just nap. Dave suggested that hey, lots of people nap before they go out. This, however, is the pre-sleeping nap. Details to follow

zzzzzz

*edit*
woke up and turned the lpr on my timmy up to 80. wowsa that shit is quick. its staying there. if you understood that, you are my friend and an equally big nerd. the rest of you, piss off! On second thought, I need all the friends I can get. For next friday night. I mean, the lpr is already at 80, what's left to do?

Long Live the Double Helix

I have only the following to say tonight:

A) I detest the letter R. That is not negotiable.
2) 'q' has the tail pointing to the right and 'g' has the tail to the left, people. holy shit.
D) I never thought I'd say this but impulse threads are kind of cool.

Resolutions Update

So I'm going to edit the resolutions a bit. I can do that instead of actually doing what I resolved to do, right?

1. Branch out the musical tastes, which are sort of singular at the moment.
2. Eat less sugar.
3. Get on a team and play some goddam tournaments.
4. Get this shit website shit off the ground. No, not THIS website, but THE website, which has nothing to do with myspace lameness.

flew to dc and back this weekend, and it looks really weird to fly through rain at night with the plane's wing lights on. The woman in the seat next to me tossed her cookies. one day i'm going to break down and buy a gamebody to make that shit more bearable. the flying, not the cookies.

What else do you talk about in a blog? What else do I even do? Work is not going to furnish a lot of material here. I work as a filing clerk at the moment, and there's only so many stories that can come out of that. I also work alone, in a parking garage that had a temp wall put up to make a little space to store the files, so as I progress through the alphabet I get further from the window, which is a shame, but closer to the electric heater I brought, which is good, cause its cold as shit in there. Oh office drama, why, why?