There was a 4.5 earthquake at 1:10AM in the middle of Illinois. Felt like a 3.0 where we are. At first we though it must be someone messing with the bulldozer across the street. But it was just sitting there.
Go see this movie. As I walked out of the theatre all I could think was "I'm angry and registered to vote."
P.S. Any asshats that feel that the need to post comments here can go fuck themselves. Being an apologist for fascism in America is pathetic.
It was a little girl's first day of school, and the teacher asked her what her name was. She replied, "Happy Butt!" The teacher said, "Honey, I don't think that's your name. You need to go see the principal and get this straightened out." So the little girl went to the principal's office. The principal asked the little girl, "What's your name?" The little girl answered, "Happy Butt!" The principal called the girl's mother to get this straightened out once and for all. After getting off the phone, the principal looked at the little girl and said, "Honey, your name is Gladys, not Happy Butt!" The girl then said, "Glad Ass, Happy Butt, what's the difference?!"
It's probably a sign of the Apocalypse, but I'm getting married. I asked Vicki to marry me. Shockingly she said yes. Woohoo!
At 1:55AM I was 1041409134 seconds old. That's over one
trillion billion seconds! (Thanks for the correction Michael!)
I'm 0x21 years old.
I'm noticing more gray hair.
On the bright side Vicki got me the best damn headphones (among other things)! Sennheiser noise cancelling ones! Considering I got up at 7AM because of the damn bulldozer, they are a godsend. It was really cool to turn them on and have all the noise outside drop to a low level. Maybe I should ware them to sleep...
I'm hoping I'll have something to be really really happy about later.
This is going to sound really stupid, but it's amazing how good bulldozers are at, well, dozing. That hill of dirt across the street is shrinking rapidly.
1. Your name spelled backwards. de
2. Where were your parents born? Puerto Rico
3. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer. An RSS feed.
4. What's your favorite restaurant? Right now, Chili John's in Burbank, Ca. I miss it so.
5. Last time you swam in a pool? I have no idea.
6. Have you ever been in a school play? Maybe. It would have been a long time ago.
7. How many kids do you want? For what? Slave labor?
8. Type of music you DISLIKE most? Rap/Hip-Hop
9. Are you registered to vote? Yes
10. Do you have a car? Yes, a filthy black Jeep.
11. Have you ever ridden on a moped? Yes, and fucked up my knee.
12. Ever prank call anybody? Oh, yeah.
13. ever cried..?? Who wants to know?
14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? Sure.
16. Do you have a garden? No.
17. What's the size of your bed? King, baby!
18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem? Yes.
19. Bath or Shower, morning or night? Shower, morning.
20. Best movie you've seen in the past 4 months. Big Fish.
21. What's the next movie you want to see? Fahrenheit 9/11
22. Chips or popcorn. Chips.
23. Have you ever broken anyone’s heart? Yeah.
24. Premarital sex? Well, duh.
25. Are you a good cook? Yes.
26. Orange or Apple juice? Both.
27. Who was the last person you went out with? Lare, Brendi and Vicki
28. Fave drink? Guinness.
29. Best thing in the world? Vicki.
30. Have you ever broken a bone? No.
31. Have you ever won a trophy? No.
32. What is your favorite board game? Do drinking games count?
33. What is your dream car? One that gets a bazillion miles to the gallon.
34. Ever order an article from an infomercial? No.
35. Coke or Pepsi. Either.
36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work? No.
37. Last thing you bought at a pharmacy? Mole skin.
38. Who are you going to marry? That would spoil the surprise, now wouldn't it?
39. Who would you like to meet? Godzilla.
40. Do you believe in love at first sight. Sure.
41. What features do you find most attractive in the opposite sex? T&A.
42. Where would you go for a romantic evening? I give up, where?
43. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Do boots count? If so 9. If not 4.
44. Last song stuck in your head? Atom Tan by The Clash.
45. Any pets? Nope.
46. What's your all time favorite Saturday Night Live Character? Samurai Chef.
47. What is ONE thing you would like to learn to do? I don't know.
48. What do you do when you are bored? At work, I surf the web. At home I play
49. How would you want someone to appreciate you? I don't know.
50. What is one thing you are grateful for today? That it's Friday.
This weeks BJotW is specifically so Linda can feel like the smartest person in the world again. :-)
A farmer got pulled over by a state trooper for speeding, and the trooper started to lecture the farmer about his speed, and in general began to throw his weight around to try to make the farmer uncomfortable. Finally, the trooper got around to writing out the ticket, and as he was doing that he kept swatting at some flies that were buzzing around his head. The farmer said, "Having some problems with circle flies there, are ya?"
The trooper stopped writing the ticket and said--"Well yeah, if that's what they are--I never heard of circle flies." So the farmer says, "Well, circle flies are common on farms. See, they're called circle flies because they're almost always found circling around the back end of a horse."
The trooper says, "Oh," and goes back to writing the ticket. Then after a minute he stops and says, "Hey...wait a minute, are you trying to call me a horse's ass?"
The farmer says, "Oh no, officer. I have too much respect for law enforcement and police officers to even think about calling you a horse's ass."
The trooper says, "Well, that's a good thing," and goes back to writing the ticket.
After a long pause, the farmer says, "Hard to fool them flies, though."
Yesterday the webcam wasn't hooked up, so I couldn't watch the hill of dirt across the street being slowly moved away in dump trucks. I hooked up the camera last night and they are really doing a number on that hill of dirt. There are lines of dump trucks lined up down the street, waiting to be filled up by the bulldozer. You can see the dozer filling the trucks on the camera. I wonder how long it'll take for them to finish...
I had a dream this morning that I was on an engineering team that was doing celestial engineering. We were creating a solar system with a habitable planet. To do this we used a neutron star, for some reason. I can't recall how or why we used a neutron star, except that it came in handy when we were done as the neutron star would act in much the same way as Jupiter does, sucking up rogue asteroids/comets/etc from getting into the inner solar system. It was all really cool.
When I woke up I kept thinking about planetary formation. And then I had this really funny thought: Why hasn't the earth exploded?
Read on for more...
Here's the thing: The earth's core is thought to be a molten core or iron (and nickel, carbon... heavy stuff). This molten metallic core acts like a dynamo, providing our magnetic field, which shields us from much of the nasty radiation that would make life impossible otherwise.
The thinking is that at some point the planet was under constant bombardment by stuff glomming together to form the planet. This mess of stuff was a very hot, molten blob. All the heaviest stuff sinks to the bottom of this blob, hence, we have our rather useful (mostly) iron core.
Now here's what struck me. Uranium is a lot heavier than iron. So why didn't all this uranium sink down and undergo a massive fission reaction, blowing up the planet? Scary, huh?
I think I have a decent explanation. First off, you need to know that it is believed that a shitload (that's a technical term, BTW) of radioactive stuff is in the planet's core, and this radioactive stuff is what keeps the core molten: all the heat generated by the radioactivity heats up the core and keeps it molten. But why aren't there large fission reactions?
One of my thoughts was that the molten core is more or less uniform in the distribution of fissionable materials. The thought I had was that these substances were more or less 'soluble', to some extent, in the medium of the molten core and are thus kept evenly distributed. This would keep large fissionable gloms of stuff from coming together.
However, I didn't think this was all that plausible, at first. So I started thinking along the lines of 'What if there were blobs of fissionable stuff bubbling around in the core?' This isn't so crazy. 'But Ed', you ask, 'Why then hasn't the planet blown up?' Ah! Here's the thing. What if there were blobs of stuff coming together and reacting? The thing is, these masses of stuff aren't like an atomic bomb. In a bomb, the material is in chunks, which by themselves aren't critical (they aren't going to undergo an uncontrolled reaction and blow up), but when they are forced together and compressed by an external force (conventional explosives) they undergo an uncontrolled fission reaction and *KERBLOOEY*, stuff blows up. But in this molten soup of iron in the core this stuff can't do that, really. When a bunch of stuff starts coming together it could possibly undergo fission, but the very first initial reaction/explosion would immediately diffuse the rest of the stuff, so a really big explosion can't happen. Plus I think that the heat from all this stuff must create thermal eddies and currents in the core which keep the stuff pretty well mixed up.
So, all in all, I think we are probably safe from the planet blowing itself to smithereens.
Still, I have to wonder if any small fission reactions have taken place in the core. I would think that seismic sensors would be able to detect this sort of thing, so maybe it doesn't happen often. But what if it did? Wouldn't this cause 'bubbles' of reaction products to surface from time to time? I wonder if it would be possible to detect the products of these reactions somehow...
Anyway, I'm glad I got all that off my mind.
So, around 6AM (I'm guessing) Vicki and I were woken up by an earthquake. A 4.0 by the feel. At least that's what I thought for a split second. Then I realized that it didn't feel right. And it lasted way too long.
Vicki got up and determined that it was a bulldozer. That big mound of dirt across the street is going away, apparently.
I can't wait for the construction to be done.
I've been thinking a lot lately about my career, and where it's headed and where I want it to go. Essentially, I'm trying to figure out what I want to do when I grow up. I used to want to be Godzilla, but I don't think I can get paid for that.
I'm not entirely sure what I want, but I don't want to be a code monkey anymore. What do I mean by that? Well, very often I am given a task, but rather than being told "go forth and build something", which implies I can build it in any way I choose, as long as it meets the requirements, I get told "go do X" where X has been defined for me. In those cases I am just a code monkey, banging on a keyboard. There is no creativity in those tasks, and it's the creativity that I enjoy, not the coding. Anyone can code, given the willingness to learn a programming language.
So, what do I want? I don't know, honestly. I guess the first thing I need to do is really figure out what my options are.
Once upon a time an evil king captured a princess and held her captive in his high tower. Though she was very beautiful, the evil king forced her to wear a disgusting and smelly burlap dress. "You'll never get away with this," she cried. "Some brave knight will come and rescue me!" The evil king replied, "Not in that thing!" She waited day and night, but it was just as the evil king had said. Every knight who saw her in the window of the high tower was scared away by her disgusting, smelly burlap dress. After many months, the princess broke down crying. The evil king taunted the princess, "You see? I told you no knight would rescue a damsel in this dress!"
jwz says it all here:
Personally, I feel more affected by the passing of Ray Charles than by the death of Ronnie.
You will be missed, Ray.
Lare and Brendi came out to visit for a few days and we spent much of the time walking around Chicago. I snapped a couple of pics at Navy Pier. We had a great time. I am suitably exausted.
While walking around Greektown in Chicago we found a shop that sold Greek religeous stuff. There was a shit load of 'hex remover' type potions. Strangly they where mostly floor cleaners.
The captain of a pirate ship was sitting in his cabin when the first mate came to him and said, "There is a pirate ship on the horizon!" The captain replied, "Tell the men to prepare the guns and bring me my red shirt!" "Yes sir!" replied the first mate and went to fulfill his orders. The ship came closer and the men began to fight. The captain and his ship won the battle and the men kept all of the gold. A week later, the first mate came to the captain and said, "Captain, there are four ships on the horizon!" The captain replied, "OK, tell the men to prepare the guns and bring me my red shirt!" "Yes sir!" said the first mate and went to fulfill his orders. The other ships came closer and the men began to fight. The captain and his ship won the battle and the men kept all of the gold. After they won the battle, the first mate went to the captain and asked, "Every time we go into battle, you wear your red shirt. Why?" The captain answered, "Well, I wear my red shirt so that if I get shot and start bleeding, the men will keep fighting, not knowing their captain is hurt!" The first mate said, "Wow! That is really smart!" Two weeks later, the first mate once again came to the captain and said, "Captain, there are 20 ships on the horizon!" The captain said, "OK, tell the men to prepare the guns and bring me my brown pants!"