Archive for the ‘Some People’s Children’ Category
As part of the construction of the 2015 fireball, I added a dead YubiKey Neo:
I ended up putting it between the two layers of Boomerite in the hopes of more complete destruction.
Email thread with Yubico support:
thank you. Order placed. What should I do with the dead one? mail it to you? destroy it?
Hello Ry –
Great, thanks for the update! You’re welcome to dispose of the failing device.
I stuck it inside a pile of 30 pounds of explosives and 19 gallons of gas. I hope this is sufficiently destructive and no keys can be recovered, but I couldn’t find anything afterwards the plug in to a USB port.
Hello Ry –
That should do the trick!
Next time I’m back in Orofino, I plan to stop by and sift through the dirt a little to see if I can find it. It’s tough enough I could see it surviving.
Joe has published an excellent writeup of the 2015 fireball. I think it’s the best one ever done – not even close. Barron knocked it out of the park. Joe points out the lack of gasoline on the grass. I was thinking about this, and I’d bet that’s because there was not much milk jug over hanging the edge of the explosives. In previous years we just sort-of balanced the jugs on top of the sevens. Reddit wasn’t impressed but Arfcom liked it well enough.
My first comment about putting road flares out with gasoline was apparently 2011, but it still amazes me every time it happens.
Arden said she had replaced the mailbox at the Aldridge home when she was working in Indiana a couple years ago. I told her I’d replaced it when I was in high school in the 80s, and she now has to inform her first child “like my father before me, and his father before him, I have maintained the Aldridge Mailbox, a sacred duty, and in twenty five years or so you must return to our ancestral home and make sure it is in good form”
Looked at it on street view, it’s been moved across the driveway, and built to better specifications.
I think it’s more of a plinth now. Not sure what the next evolution might be.
New job allows (well, requires) that I work from home. It would be difficult to over-state the improvement in my overall mood from not having a commute – I was down to 20 minutes each way previously, now I can wake up, shower, and I’m at work.
My sister tweeted that a second-worst parking lot exists in her town. My mind sees an ordered list, from worst to best – and I immediately imagine all of the shenanigans of people at or near the top of the list, trying to climb one more slot.
Oh, they copied our “free detailing while you shop”? Add a foot massage to the complimentary shuttle!
I can see whole factions forming. Abandoning shitty cars to clog up other parking lots, paying teenagers to hang out late at night – drinking beer and shooting bottle rockets off to give competitors a bad rep. All is fair in love and parking!
I thought of this Onion article and how it could apply to parking lots – maybe complimentary double parking, quadruple parking if you’re a savings club member? There are, of course, other shenanigans to engage in, but I’m done.
I wonder where the worst parking lot is in Moscow? I’m thinking the one in front of Subway – if you’re heading out of town, that left is a bitch.
At Sakuracon I talked to a Seattle-area foodie (wish I’d gotten his contact info to say thanks) who let me know about $10 phở. Phở is the one dish I have missed the most from the bay area – you can buy it in Seattle, but it always seemed a poor imitation.
No more. I walked in around 12:15, was seated in the bar, and ordered a Nguyen Dynasty and the Phở Tái Nạm. One of the songs from Cowboy Bebop was playing overhead – if Spike and Shikkoku had showed up, it wouldn’t have surprised me. The broth was what I’ve been looking for – very rich. The meat was excellent. About halfway through the bowl I ordered an Old Fashioned, which was a very strong pour. I was done about 12:45 but finished the bottle of water and listened to the music for a while. Greatly enjoyed the experience.
24 is killed off in Season 3 of the Venture Brothers. Jackson and Doc riff on this in the commentary tracks on the DVDs – which nobody listens to, apparently, because people still argue about 24 being alive.
So here it is – warning, five meg mp3 – a supercut of every mention of 24’s death from the Season 3 commentary.
Stop crying and change your ways.