Archive for April 2011
My grandmother Jones took me to see a movie at HQS in, wikipedia tells me, 1981. I went with her and a friend of hers; they enjoyed the movie, and I thought it was cool to watch a boat sink (still think it should have caught fire). The loons! The loons!
Perhaps as penance for subjecting me to this crude torture, she took me to a record store and changed my life. I really didn’t know what kind of music I wanted or liked; I asked mom for KISS, I got Yellow Submarine (looking back, I’d say she made a wise choice; second grade was no time for KISS). Somehow, my grandmother bought a tape of a certain classic album. I knew nothing of Rush, what the lyrics were about, but my ten-year-old self played the ever-living shit out of that tape; In particular, Tom Sawyer, Red Barchetta, and YYZ.
Before ESL, everything was either what my parents listened to or what was on the radio. After ESL, I could leave planet Earth at will (as long as the batteries lasted).
Thanks for that!
It appears CheyTac has, or is, going under. This guy’s restraint is amazing; if I spent $22000+ on a rifle system that wouldn’t feed, wouldn’t shoot, and couldn’t keep the magazine in place, I’d be livid.
CheyTac, if you recall, was the wonder-rifle maker that only sold de-tuned rifles to civilians. Fuck ‘em.
Sure! Let’s have a meeting about this fucking email! I’ve got nothing but time! No deadlines ahead, no cocksucking PMs waiting in the wings!
“that was a very, very bad idea“. He’s about as Russian as my socks, but hey, his videos are funny. Good to see an SOT having fun.
These clever folks are selling a bit of glue that, applied properly, means you can interact with anything, anywhere, from anywhere, without much work. Android devices are cheap as chips; with a little Java, you could now put a powerful, modern microcomputer on the side of any damn thing you want.
There’s so much win here my nipples are exploding with delight.
I was tooling around Bing Maps for no good reason and noticed some strange damage on a building. I asked someone I knew who worked there; my guess was an industrial accident, but he said it was tornado damage.
I only saw it as I was searching for some of the places we used to go skate; I wonder how much damage is visible elsewhere.