What with getting sucked into slightly warped and not doing things like laundry, I found these:
They're all knit, and I think I could actually figure out how to make these.
I'd be delighted to actually have a good purpose for all that damned pepto-pink baby yarn that goes on sale from now and then.
I already have lots of kinds of blood red yarns, and I'd just want to tweak the expressions a bit. More My Little Pony meets Jack Nicholson for the unicorn, and some more actual terror for the victims.
The little girl, for example, could look more like Sailor Moon.
The big anime eyes I think would work nicely with the giant stabbing scissors.
Heh heh heh.
Yet another reason to bow down in worship of the tubes. I present to you:
Don't forget snacks. Good timewasters always go better with snacks.
Found over at PhysOrg.com a little tidbit sure to amuse.
There's a startup out of San Francisco that is developing cars, and hopes to begin actual production by 2010.
Electric cars, with a charge sufficient for 2500 miles.
And they're inflatable.
And they get shipped to you, in a couple of boxes.
And you assemble them yourself.
Enter XP Vehicles.
They claim you can drive the car of a cliff and it'll be OK, and that there's no single pocket that vandals can slash. They figure that someone vandalizing one of their cars would really have to go at it.
Thing is, even if it's all true, I don't see the powers that be allowing this in the US. I figure they'll just say the cars aren't street legal for whatever passel of reasons (don't weigh enough, can't assure they were constructed accurately, mysteriously don't pass crash tests) but I bet they'll be fine overseas.
I hope XP Vehicles just lasts long enough to be able to get things in production and sold.
Friday Girlzilla's school had a big trip to a water park. They needed parents to drive, so my Ford Exploder and I ferried a gaggle of kids over.
I'm so self-sacrificing.
Good group of kids, 90+ degree weather, perfect sunny skies, and awesome things like a wave pool, lazy river, tube slide all added up to my having skin the color of smoked salmon.
The stuff under the suit, of course, is still the color of cream cheese, and that's not nearly as appetizing in human flesh.
Didn't train yesterday mainly because the tops of my shoulders are especially crispy. Much better by today, but it took several bastings of Solarcaine to get there.
I'm really not looking forward to going to work, what with the heat and hoisting stuff up.
the thing that really bothers me though, is that I did use sunscreen, and focussed especially on my shoulders and face. One of the kids in my pack is paler than some albinos and she's OK. Me? You can still toast marshmallows on me. Feh.
Used to be I never burned at all, and these days it seems I burn more easily every year. I'll have to get sunscreen with an SPF written in scientific notation and I'll probably still burn.
I personally do think Ireland is just fine technologically (all those episodes of Father Ted notwithstanding) but like to think that they'd simply prefer this as being more polite.
To manage a Tim Horton's it is first necessary to master creme on dough, the secret Canadian martial art that enables its warrior practitioners to monitor the coffee while deep-throating pastry bags of custardy goodness. Advanced practitioners can even drink coffee while driving without spills no matter how bumpy the road...without a lid. Only then can they be entrusted to train the next wave of guardian CHUDs to hold back the Dunkin Donuts threat.
Most polite mafia ever.
So yesterday (Saturday) morning I had an instructor meeting first thing to go to. It was scheduled for an hour and a half and grew to almost three hours, but was a really productive and informative meeting of all sorts of new things afoot at the dojang.
Trouble was, I'd already planned on training in the adult afternoon class and found myself with about an hour free between end of meeting and class.
Normally I'd have a book or some project going on with me, but right now I've got nothing on needles. I finally finished Benevolent Patriarch's socks (a fast knit really, but each one's long as my arm. Dude's big, yo) and the baby surprise jacket I'd been working on was handed of last week. The next baby thing I'm holding off on so the mom can let me know if it's a boy or a girl (appointment in like two weeks) and so I'm stuck at the moment with nothing to keep me from the kind of empty waiting that means I'm sure to get myself in trouble.
I'm toying with doing some jewelry, like beaded bracelets or maybe starting up a sweater. I get bored with unspeakable ease, and I'm built like a linebacker besides, so I'm leaning towards jewelry. I'm also hoping I can wheedle my digital camera back from Patriarch and get him to hand over all the stuff to upload pictures.
I'm definitely in the mood to show off.
Look! Somebody's got a new logo!
Seriously, d'ya really think the guy who came up with this didn't take his check with a maniacal giggle?
Wonder how many accidents happen from people snorting at that instead of driving?
So, yeah , the LASIK@home thing was a fake (two seconds research, love the internet although it scares me so), but this one's all too real.
Meet the Something Store!
Send them $10 and they'll send you...something. Could be an iPod, could be dollar store junk. They do have a list of stuff it won't be, headed as Something Not, which assures no pyrotechnics or human body parts (and quite a laundry list of other things) will be shipped as your Something.
Presumably that's quite the letdown for some people.
There's free shipping, and I imagine this may well appeal to misanthropic hermit-types deep into the Christmas season. With a week notice they can say screw it, you people or worth little cash and not thought at all. Presumably this may also appeal to the kind of people who buy lottery tickets sure that they will win, 'cause they can feel it, and just know that they'll score some truly awesome deal.
For the rest of us, not so much.
I just can't decide if the whole concept is brilliant or the dumbest thing ever.
So I'm basically blind.
I've got the same prescription in both eyes (which is actually supposed to be weird) and that happens to be the same prescription as Girlzilla's got, namely that I can burn holes through live redwood trees by cleaning my glasses wrong.
I've thought about LASIK repeatedly, and love the idea of being able to see my world without options like the stick-fingers-in-my-eyes-and-wonder-when-my-eyes-will-start-burning routine of contact lenses or the hope-nothing-happens-to-my-glasses deal or even the daily wonderment of how foggy my world gets after a day of working in a kitchen.
Feh.
All the LASIK stuff is mostly purest theory, what with being too broke to even consider the cost unless they start accepting dryer lint at medical facilities.
Enter LASIK at home.
Seriously.
I'm pretty sure this is all one big joke, but damn if somebody didn't take the time to make this look legit. Easy to navigate, testimonials, and all geared to selling a do-it-yourself LASIK kit.
To repeat: do-it-yourself, at-home, LASIK kit.
Blink.
According to the site, their lasers will come pre-programmed for correcting your prescription (which it asks for on the order form) and has the caution to never point any other lasers at your eyes.
And it's $99.95 per eye, natch.
The site claims a site launch of February 2006, and that soon after 100 kits had been sold.
Double blink.
Now, I'm fairly crafty, but still...
on But this one's for real!