There has been a lot of simpering about the electoral college since 2000. A large number of people in our country apparently missed out on high school civics, and have failed to read the constitution. It pisses me off that, in spite of this simpering, in spite of the bumper stickers that say “not my . . . → Read More: Why I like the electoral college
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Yesterday, I went to the first of day of a three day class put on by Intel titled “Tuning for the Itanium architecture.” It was pretty sweet. There were a lot of details that I’m still digesting. . . . → Read More: Itanium Architecture Had my first real freako-on-the-T experience today. He came on through the door further from me (most cars have two sets of doors per side) all twitchy and jerky and stuff. My “not right” filter went off immediately, and I considered switching cars (easy to do at a stop, impossible between them). Decided that he . . . → Read More: Freaky man on the subway I was going to be witty, but now I’m too tired. Pictures available here. I’ll be a booth bunny at the Apple booth at the Drug Discovery Technology conference all this week, hawking the software that my company makes which is resold by Apple. I feel like such a corporate harlot. Many short stories: We used to have this clothing hanger thing in the back yard. I’m sure it was cool once, but now it’s filled with rust and totally redundant because of the dryer in the house. I determined to remove it. So, I dug around the thing (metal post, set in concrete), tipped it, . . . → Read More: Hammer Back to humor. Chicken of the sea…. Read it out loud for maximal effect. This is so, not vegetarian, but the jingle is pretty cool. Pretty lights, colors… It’s like in the first Airplane movie: “I’ve got to concentrate…concentrate…concentrate…trate…trate….te…te…te” My attention span is, like, what was I talking about? Oh yeah…pretty lights…colors… This means that I will be having only ideas that require very short durations of thought, like… Ummm… This could be problematic if it persists. I’ll be like . . . → Read More: Easily distracted So, I’m settling in to the new homestead: Baked some zucchini bread and took it over to the neighbors. It’s now confirmed: My fence is unpopular on all three fronts. Each of the neighbors, when I bring up the fence, folds their arms and says “it’s your fence, Chris.” One neighbor thinks it’s on . . . → Read More: The dark and sordid history of the fence Thanks to my good sources, I now know that “BTU” stands for “British Thermal Unit.” It’s the amount of heat required to raise the temperature of one pound of water from 64 to 65 degrees Fahrenheit. Setting aside the totally arbitrary and random nature of the unit, I purchased a machine that can crank out . . . → Read More: BTU Enough lollygagging: It’s presidential physical phitness time. Qualifying standards for a 17 year old boy (the oldest for which they’re willing to publish standards, to go beyond that you need to go with military standards…which would be just silly). On the other hand, at least the army publishes standards for my age range. Event . . . → Read More: Back to it. |
