Friday, April 28, 2006
Chris Bliss
Do you like juggling? How about just watching people juggle? How about watching someone do an impressive juggling routine to the tune of "Carry That Weight" by The Beatles? Most musical-juggling-link salespeople would charge $50 for such an offer, but for a limited time, it can be yours for $20. Too expensive? How about $10? Ok, ok, it's yours for free. But the next one's going to cost you. How does your first born sound? Ok, ok, second born.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Stress
This week is not going to be fun...
I have a paper due tomorrow for my Philosophy of Language class... about ambiguity. It's about half done, and I'm not too worried about getting it finished on time. After class I have a teleconference with some people out at JPL, maybe my old boss at Goddard, and maybe a boss or two here in CP. It's about the status of this project JPL's working on that they want us to develop. It meshes well with my search engine, but I haven't had much time to work on it. It's been on the back burner partially since I've had a presentation to prepare for.
Oh yeah, I have a presentation on Thursday for my search engine. I've been putting some finishing touches on it, and trying to get the database it pulls the results from filled with good data, so it'll probably be ready. I still have to prepare a presentation, though, which means that some poor sap (tim?) is going to have to sit through a dry-run.
Friday, I have a meeting with the people I work with. This meeting doesn't scare me. It'll basically be a recap of the earlier meeting and my presentation, and other people talking about what they've been up to.
Then, this weekend, we're moving, which sounds relaxing. We're having a "no-furniture" party on the 29th, then I'll be living in CP again.
I have a paper due tomorrow for my Philosophy of Language class... about ambiguity. It's about half done, and I'm not too worried about getting it finished on time. After class I have a teleconference with some people out at JPL, maybe my old boss at Goddard, and maybe a boss or two here in CP. It's about the status of this project JPL's working on that they want us to develop. It meshes well with my search engine, but I haven't had much time to work on it. It's been on the back burner partially since I've had a presentation to prepare for.
Oh yeah, I have a presentation on Thursday for my search engine. I've been putting some finishing touches on it, and trying to get the database it pulls the results from filled with good data, so it'll probably be ready. I still have to prepare a presentation, though, which means that some poor sap (tim?) is going to have to sit through a dry-run.
Friday, I have a meeting with the people I work with. This meeting doesn't scare me. It'll basically be a recap of the earlier meeting and my presentation, and other people talking about what they've been up to.
Then, this weekend, we're moving, which sounds relaxing. We're having a "no-furniture" party on the 29th, then I'll be living in CP again.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Ponies
So on my way to work this morning I hear a rhythmic fapping sound. It's tempo is directly correlated to my cars speed. I have a flat tire.
I pull over, get out, and it's my rear-right tire. Ok, I can do this... go to the trunk. Shit, it's a mess, and the board covering my spare and the tools is covered in stuff I should throw away, and the board is stuck to boot. I should clean out my car. Anyway, I pry the board out and get the tools. After taking off the wheel cover, I loosen the nuts. It's much easier to get the nuts off than I expected it to be; last time I had to jump on the wrench to get some of the nuts to come loose, but this time it's like some bad analogy involving hoola hoops and traffic cones... I haven't lost you, have I? I jack up the car, and pull off the tire. Well, that was the plan at least. The tire doesn't budge. All the nuts are off, but it feels like someone welded my wheel to the hub. I put all my weight into it, and still nada. I pick up the phone and call AAA.
After maybe 20 minutes the guy shows up, on the opposite side of the building I'm next to, and I direct him over. He gets there, can't do anything about the stuck wheel, so he gets this green slime in a bucket and pumps some of it into my tire. This is supposed to seal the hole. He then pumps up the tire and it keeps its pressure. Hoo-ahh. Since this is only a temporary fix, I have to take it to a service station and get it done right, so I drive up Rt. 1 to the nearest station, where the mechanic is out. I'm told he'll be back in a half hour, so I figure screw it, I'll just go to the next one up the road. There, the mechanic is there but won't get to it for a while. I'm asked if I can leave the car there. I don't want to deal with any of that... I just want my car fixed... so I drive back to the 1st station and wait.
There's a guy there trying to get his car inspected, and we chat a little waiting for the mechanic. Some other guy (not the mechanic?) starts inspecting this guys car, and I sit... and wait... it's almost noon now. Eventually the mechanic is there and tells me to pull my car up. I drive it over to where he told me and he comes to take a look. First, he notices that my front-left tire is wearing out badly (the inner-tread is gone) so my alignment is probably off. After taking off the nuts from my back tire, and whacking the thing with a sledge hammer (I wonder if that's also bad for my alignment?), the tire falls off. The spare gets put on, and I get to work. I'm going to keep a sledge hammer in my trunk from now on in case this happens again. That, and road-side street-fighting (road-side-fighting doesn't sound as cool.)
I'm taking my car to the Amoco station in Colesville tonight. I think it's a BP now, but I'm still going to call it the Colesville Amoco. I need a couple new tires, my alignment checked, and a general tune up. I also think some belt in my car is wearing out and should be replaced because whenever I drive the car I remember being told by a mechanic some time ago that a belt will need to be replaced soon. What? Did you think I could actually tell that kind of thing based on how the car drives? Hell, I still think there're little ponies under the hood. I'm guessing the belts are there to keep the ponies pants on. Why ponies have to wear pants while powering an automobile, I'll never know: I don't know much about cars anyway.
I pull over, get out, and it's my rear-right tire. Ok, I can do this... go to the trunk. Shit, it's a mess, and the board covering my spare and the tools is covered in stuff I should throw away, and the board is stuck to boot. I should clean out my car. Anyway, I pry the board out and get the tools. After taking off the wheel cover, I loosen the nuts. It's much easier to get the nuts off than I expected it to be; last time I had to jump on the wrench to get some of the nuts to come loose, but this time it's like some bad analogy involving hoola hoops and traffic cones... I haven't lost you, have I? I jack up the car, and pull off the tire. Well, that was the plan at least. The tire doesn't budge. All the nuts are off, but it feels like someone welded my wheel to the hub. I put all my weight into it, and still nada. I pick up the phone and call AAA.
After maybe 20 minutes the guy shows up, on the opposite side of the building I'm next to, and I direct him over. He gets there, can't do anything about the stuck wheel, so he gets this green slime in a bucket and pumps some of it into my tire. This is supposed to seal the hole. He then pumps up the tire and it keeps its pressure. Hoo-ahh. Since this is only a temporary fix, I have to take it to a service station and get it done right, so I drive up Rt. 1 to the nearest station, where the mechanic is out. I'm told he'll be back in a half hour, so I figure screw it, I'll just go to the next one up the road. There, the mechanic is there but won't get to it for a while. I'm asked if I can leave the car there. I don't want to deal with any of that... I just want my car fixed... so I drive back to the 1st station and wait.
There's a guy there trying to get his car inspected, and we chat a little waiting for the mechanic. Some other guy (not the mechanic?) starts inspecting this guys car, and I sit... and wait... it's almost noon now. Eventually the mechanic is there and tells me to pull my car up. I drive it over to where he told me and he comes to take a look. First, he notices that my front-left tire is wearing out badly (the inner-tread is gone) so my alignment is probably off. After taking off the nuts from my back tire, and whacking the thing with a sledge hammer (I wonder if that's also bad for my alignment?), the tire falls off. The spare gets put on, and I get to work. I'm going to keep a sledge hammer in my trunk from now on in case this happens again. That, and road-side street-fighting (road-side-fighting doesn't sound as cool.)
I'm taking my car to the Amoco station in Colesville tonight. I think it's a BP now, but I'm still going to call it the Colesville Amoco. I need a couple new tires, my alignment checked, and a general tune up. I also think some belt in my car is wearing out and should be replaced because whenever I drive the car I remember being told by a mechanic some time ago that a belt will need to be replaced soon. What? Did you think I could actually tell that kind of thing based on how the car drives? Hell, I still think there're little ponies under the hood. I'm guessing the belts are there to keep the ponies pants on. Why ponies have to wear pants while powering an automobile, I'll never know: I don't know much about cars anyway.
Monday, April 17, 2006
New Place
On Saturday I got the keys to the apartment I'm going to be living in. It's on the 7th floor, has a balcony, and I believe I was told that I may paint it. I haven't moved into it yet since we still have a couple weeks left at the place in Laurel, but I took a shower there this morning after going to the gym with Jeremy. I'm going to have to invest a lot of money (thank gov for tax returns) into kitchen appliances (microwave, blender, some cooking instruments), a television (maybe), a coffee table, and probably other odds and ends.
We're having a moving-out party on the 29th of April (about 2 weeks from now.) The house in Laurel will be empty other than the drinks, probably something to eat, and something to play music. Oh, and people; there will be people.
We're having a moving-out party on the 29th of April (about 2 weeks from now.) The house in Laurel will be empty other than the drinks, probably something to eat, and something to play music. Oh, and people; there will be people.
Friday, April 14, 2006
BBQ
I know, I know, this is late notice, but we're having a BBQ tomorrow (Saturday) at around 6pm. You should get your arse over here. Also going on that day: I'm getting the keys to my new appartment, and I may go Tuxedo shopping with Tim.
On a semi related note (related in that I'm thinking of it, and I was thinking of that earlier stuff earlier,) google has a calendar application now; www.google.com/calendar. I like it.
On a semi related note (related in that I'm thinking of it, and I was thinking of that earlier stuff earlier,) google has a calendar application now; www.google.com/calendar. I like it.
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