Archive for the ‘Hobbies’ Category
Was driving a car length or so behind a BMW of some type through the Mercer tunnel; they were ahead to my left. As we made the final turn to the floating bridge, the overhead lights formed a circle of points of light, spinning like a wheel in reverse, on the fender flare right above the wheel well. Never seen that before.
When you see this type of button lock, the default combination is 2&4 at the same time, then 3. This has proved true for “secure” doors in the Federal building as well as every demo gun safe I’ve played with in a store. I bought a gun safe with one of these locks, and following the instructions and being very careful ended up with a lock that had a combination of 2&4, 3. Never buy something with this style of lock.
Take this and make a million: EZ bake rifles. Sell clones of the Remington 700 action made in parts that slap into a jig, heat in the oven, and braze together.
80% lowers without a milling machine.
The national music press is taking a huge dump on Aberdeen’s effort to exploit Kurt Cobain’s having been a resident. Quite a bit of ire has been dumped on the sculpture of Kurt – the one made shortly after he killed himself, the one that’s been resting in the back of the muffler shop of the lady that made it for years.
I get that it isn’t your thing, but if all you’re going to do is tear her down for making it, fuck off.
Once she’s dead, she’ll be heralded as a leading lady of outsider art. Alive, she’s to be mocked.
Bil with one L send me an email: this thing you like is 2/3 off on amazon right now. I go to the page to spend the $35 on a couple, but amazon only has one in stock. I place the order, then I wanted to see if anyone else was fulfilling them at that price – and the product page now had six in stock! I went to change the quantity on my previous order to two, saved the order and… amazon canceled the order. Well, shit, back to the product page thinking I might get two pair and see if anyone else wants a pair and THERE ARE ONLY TWO IN STOCK. Bought both of them and I see they now have six.
You are a harsh mistress, amazon.
I ordered a custom belt on 09-July-2013. I then forgot about it. 190 days later, I got the shipping notice.
In the interim, I bought three slightly different mass production belts from amazon. Last week, I was thinking I should cancel my order; had I done this, and it shipped, I would have thought ill of the beltmaker for putting me to the head of the line only when I cancelled.
I wore it for a week or so after it showed up – it’s nicer in some ways than other belts, but I’m back to my standby.
Interesting. Men use fewer, larger buckets to describe colors. I think this may be generally true, but I suspect my background in painting houses has rendered me more aware of colors, even though I have evidence that my color mapping isn’t generally correct. A couple people have said “you call that blue?” when I say something is behind the blue whatever.
Bright colors taste metallic, anyway.
Nice to see people crawling over freshly irradiated detritus while smoking pipes and cigars – that is invariably what jumps out at me of seeing older films, people walking around smoking like it’s normal.
The comments here about the failure of Everpix hit close to home. I worked for a photo sharing startup that I really wanted to take off. I still think all of the key reasons that startup was founded are true – most pictures taken die on SD cards or hard drives because sharing is hard. At the time, one of the market sizing stats we kept hearing was that four flickrs a week (or a month, or a day, I’ve slept since then) were uploaded to Facebook. Clearly, flickr, a brand I love, is dying. Nobody at Yahoo! cares, flickr is fail, and that makes me sad.
Another side effect of internalizing the fact that most pictures die after the shutter closes is I started trying to take intentional pictures – to really only take pictures when I had something to add, when I really wanted to capture a moment. The result of this is I’ve pretty much stopped taking photographs, as they’re all derivative. When I get a chance to make a joke or a pun in a photo… nobody gets it or it isn’t nearly as funny as I thought it was.
This clearly means I’ve failed as a photographer; taking photos when you have nothing to add makes for trite photos by definition.