Saturday roundup

The fourth building block of circuitry built and tested.

Chipper sent that link.

Defining atheism – harder than it sounds.

Stuffed bats. And other plush toys. From one of my LJ buddies.

Sleepy bear. Sorry about the commercial first. And the Nepalese demonstrators getting truncheoned afterwards.

Albino Kangaroo. Aw.

How mad was this guy? Mad enough to buy his adversary’s company’s name as a domain name and post a lot of really angry, and quite justified, comments. For anyone who’s ever been screwed in a used car transaction……

What colour blind people see.

I have conquered an ongoing, crazy-making, recurring low grade bacterial issue with a simple household substance. Given that it’s been bugging me for 18 months and I got rid of it in 48 hours, I am REALLY HAPPY. No, I’m not going to provide details, but believe me, you would be happy too.

Daughter Katie made a date with me to see the next Narnia film when it comes out.

Paul and Keith here last night. Paul dropped off Ginger Chicken (which is funny, because I was talking about it at the lunch table yesterday) and we all watched The Name of The Rose which we quite enjoyed. They went home after the movie around ten.

Raining buckets…. Eddie woke me up at 5 yowling on the back deck.

My back really hurts. I want to go walking someplace today, but see previous paragraph re rain.

Today I have to go get a new bank card, and do some other boring bank stuff, put away laundry, try to find my tax stuff, shove some things into boxes for the storage locker, restring my guitar, itsy bitsy oddsy sodsy stuff.

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4 thoughts on “Saturday roundup”

  1. Great Saturday roundup. I am still wrestling with the challenges of the Defining Atheism essay.
    I enjoyed The Name of the Rose only when Sean Connery was on screen – otherwise the book took me there better. That man is simply magnificent.
    I’m having a good weekend – connected with several people who have contributed to resolving minor dilemmas, and attended a meeting of the Jane Austen Society wherein the discussion was on the path of true love. It frustrated me a little that nobody thought it necessary to define any terms, but nevertheless it was fun.
    I have never seen kangaroo young called cubs before and bewail – again – the erosion of precision in the English language. But I acknowledge that this particular bewailing will continue to be my fate so I orta shaddup about it.
    This morning I transcribed passages from a book written in the early 18th century, some translation involved – like poffeffion, and raife; also there were no dates, only references to the year of the reign of King Whatever, thus: 6 Edw. I , which I take to mean the sixth year of the reign of Edward First. Reminds me of the Mayan Stele upon which 18 Rabbit was commemorated.

    But I ramble…

  2. “What Colour Blind People see.” I wonder if colour blind people would be less prone to migraines — they don’t see a lot of the brighter colours??

  3. “Memristors were first proposed in 1971 by Professor Leon Chua, a scientist at the University of California, Berkeley”. Yeah, found like Columbus found America. Just not forgotten for as long by so many…

    Going to suggest that the joey/cub confusion is because the item is from Tashkent. English speaking Russians are very creative in communication (my experience in having a campground full of them on long weekends).

    Cars is always buyer beware. All the paper in the world doesn’t mean it won’t break tomorrow. And as far as promises in print go, has anyone noticed that the governments of north america keep instituting platforms that sound more and more like used car deals? It’s getting to be tough trying to figure out who to trust, isn’t it? If not used car dealers and politicians, then WHO? Catholic priests? Disney Corp? The police? Shall I continue?

    and about colour blind people.
    Because they cannot see colour, they can see things that the rest of us cannot. My dad was a spotter during WWII. Because he was colour blind, he could see what was camouflaged. He rode in planes (whee haw!) and didn’t have to drive or shoot, just look down and report what he saw.

  4. Chipper very interesting about your Dad’s special abilities during the war. Regarding who can we trust? I use my gut instinct and observation, it works on everyone but sociopaths as far as I can tell!

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