er, uh, yeah, haven't posted in a couple days, terribly sorry. They actually started putting me to work here at work. A real problem that needed to be solved, and they gave it to me. I had to figure out what was wrong with these keypads that made their 'on' key not work. But the thing was, they sometimes worked. So I had to dig through all the files and drawings on the design, and find the schematic of the keypad circuit board, then dig through the bills of materials for the model and find what the part number of the connecter used for it was, so i could get one from the stock room and start testing stuff. but anyway, that's all crap, i'd rather i had more time to play on the net, like that bastard, who shall remain nameless, who basically gets payed to surf and compile MDs....but i'm not jealous.strangely enough, things are going well for me. so far this has been a good year. work is alright, no schoolwork, money matters are getting better (payday, cowabunga!), social situation actually improved, stress relieved, paranoid voices bond and gagged for the moment, but they don't mind. I get to play with a really cool digital camera here, which i'll be playing with in photoshop soon... but bossman cometh, and i have chores to do before i can go out and play.
~ [ MainMind : 1/18/2001 10:35:09 AM] *@*
My dog died this morning. His name was Patches, he was a big shedding furball that barked alot, really hated being alone and liked to eat out of the catlitter box. We used to get him high under the slanty porch, he liked it, and hump a kid i used to know called Little Sam. I don't particularly miss him much yet, I just found out. I knew he had been sick though, I went to my mother's house yesterday to check in on him, he'd been to the vet and had some tests done, but he was so weak he couldn't really walk on his own. My mother called him sick. She was just being hopeful, ignoring the obvious. I knew he was on his way out. We all did. I think, if anything, I'm sorry i'd left so early last night, should have stayed a little longer. He was incredibly skinny from days of not being able to eat. His hair was falling out even easier than regularly, every time you ran your hand through his fur, you'd come up with a bunch of it. He was about 8, we got him when i was thirteen, so about seven years ago. We found him in an animal rescue shelter scared in the back of a fenced in pen, his shit clumped into his fur, wreaking of weeks of kennel life. Now he's just a bunch of ashes behind a veterany hospital somewhere. ... sorry, should i have tried to be poetic with that? Ah well, so it goes. my mother will miss him more than i.he was a good dog.
c'est la vie.
~ [ MainMind : 1/15/2001 04:41:22 PM] *@*
So I was looking at a conversion chart pasted on one of the walls here for inches to centimeters and vice versa. Made me think about measurements. supposedly a foot was the standard measure of the length of people's feet back in the day, and they'd pace out a distance and count up how many steps heel-to-toe it took. Cause a unit of measure is only another name for a certain distance, with a numerical preface multiplying the base measure. one foot is one of that dude's feet long. twelve feet is twelve of those feet all lined up. sorta makes sense. But then we institutionalized everything. Who's foot in England do they measure to make sure that a foot is still a foot? Fucking stupid brits. If all the rulers (wooden and metal, not aristocrats and tyrants) were destroyed today, and we had to recreate measurement systems, would we just come up with the same length for everything without any reference to the past distances. Time we have made precise by the radiation of atoms, there are nuclear clocks around the world that keep track of eachother and tick by on the basis of how many times the nucleus farts or whatever. But it's precise, and can be duplicated by anyone with enough understanding and technology and nuclear weapons stockpile. But distances? Lightyears might remain constant, as long as we've got the speed of light in a vacuum nailed down, and interstellar space is real damned close to total vacuum conditions with nothing in our trusty photon's ways. But centimeters? Inches? What can the basis for that standard be? The radius of a hydrogen atom? The length of George W's coke nail? What universal constant can we use to base that from? Becuase once that is defined, there can be areas, cm x cm, and volumes, cm x cm x cm. Supposedly Pi is some universal constant, but has no real significance other than making the calculations for the radius of a circle easier, the greeks were lazy, Buckminster Fuller created a geometry without the use of such a shortcut constant. So what would the angles be? If a circle in radians isn't just 2pi and we forget that it could be 360 degrees. were did those bullshit numbers come from? I want to plant in some religious zealots' minds that Pi is another name for the antichrist and that with every intonement of its name, it grows stronger. Or any other stupid fucking standard, just to watch them run around trying to correct everyone from saying/writing/thinking it. er.... or not. But it would be a good excuse just to get rid of that crap.if the magic number in the movie Pi really meant anything at all in god's language or whatever, it probably translates to something like "humanity are all ignorant sheep who will believe anything they are told convingly enough" not the true name of the creator.
~ [ MainMind : 1/15/2001 01:34:59 PM] *@*