In particular, view the strength under tension. And the temperature rating.
I predict within a couple of years you’ll be able to buy bondage gear with this kind of closure. You heard it here first.
Day: September 3, 2009
Stay on good terms with engineers
Or they will f*cking KILL YOU. Or themselves, in this case.
I realized, reviewing my social calendar for the last few weeks, that it’s been pretty heavy on my rellies, and not heavy enough on cool boys who like to talk tech. For this reason I called ScaryClown and invited him over for dinner. Jeff was pleased.
He’ll be here late, as he’s got to go to BCIT first, but that is only one bus ride from here. Now I contemplate what to cook, hoping for inspiration…. nah, I want chicken! That was easy.
Went to Shiloh 6th Avenue Church this morning to look at the space for the satellite service. It’s a rather austere and functional room, but it’s still nicer looking and with a higher ceiling than Place Maillardville. Peggy signed the contract for four months (one Sunday per month) of function space today. Shiloh’s the church Suzanne goes to, so it’s all part of my insanely small world. It was nice biking down there, but I was annoyed to discover that Neil Douglas’ shop doesn’t even open until noon these days. I also checked out the menu at Olé Olé which made me instantly hungry. I was thinking of biking all the way down to the new location of Renaissance Books but decided that was too much hill on the way back. I also thought of going to the Royal City Farmer’s Market. But I won’t – I don’t like leaving the house when the dishwasher and laundry are running.
Margot is still in love with her toy. Anything to get some exercise into that kitty. I was telling Peggy last night that I’m looking forward to her first interaction with snow. I bet she loves it.
Unca Dave’s “I’m not dead yet” partay will be the last weekend in September.
Carrie’s coming through town the third week in September on her way to see kids in Ontario.
Further news as events warrant!
Junk DNA?
When I first heard about junk DNA, or introns, I remember thinking that for sure it or they were good for something, we just hadn’t figured it out yet.
I just sent an email to the Washington Redskins
And here it is:
Re this news item.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/09/02/AR2009090203887.html
DROP… THE… SUIT.
Kicking longterm fans in the goolies indicates a depth of corporate foolishness that appears abyssal.
Food and Music
Tom and Peggy and Paul and Keith came over last night for supper. Supper consisted of meat loaf, mashed potatoes, salad provided by Peggy, pie provided by Paul (nearly typed pee, hilariously enough). Then, singing. I love Columbus Stockyard Blues. Then, Jeff and I and Keith watched a Homicide episode, and then it was midnight, because Jeff and I found a documentary about Pete Seeger on the tube. It’s really good, highly recommended. Jeff and I both exclaimed at the same time when footage we watched when we were kids, when our parents set up movies on 8 and 16 millimeter in the basement, came on the screen. (Tzena Tzena Tzena).
When we were kids, the folks would have movie nights, and we watched:
Charlie Chaplin
Cartoons
Abbott and Costello Meet The Wolfman
Laurel and Hardy
Keystone Cops
Second World War footage
The sound of the film running through the projector and the hum of it as it ran is permanently etched in my brain.