Rebuilding

It's a long story, but I'm recompiling a lot of material here in a new space.
I've posted older comment threads where they apply. I haven't where it doesn't. So there.

11/29/10

Lesson Learned...

and thoroughly enjoyed!

Never assume that three measures of anything listed in series are just fancy names for "small, medium and large"
You know...like the tall, grande, vente thing?

"Regular", "Large", and "Mountain" doesn't mean small, medium, large. It means kinda big, bigger, and frigging mountainous!


also:
don't take more ice cream than you can possibly eat quickly for a walk on a windy day.

The combination of melting ice cream and high winds was...a disaster.

Turns out that the wind whips my hair around-- right into the ice cream. Then it whips my ice cream covered hair around... all over my face. Which is basically like waving an ice cream covered paintbrush around with abandon.

The people walking past me were appalled; I looked like a Picasso.

...
I was so happy.

11/24/10

ROBOTS!

I wrote this last November after making one the most exciting discoveries ever...


I found these park benches with the rules of robotics engraved on them.
WOW!
I can't tell if I should be
1) Reassured; clearly if they're carved in stone, the rules are important enough to be obeyed. We are safe.
2) Uncertain; what if the robots never sit on these benches?
3) Worried; there are enough robots in society that a park bench is a good place to put these rules? As in, enough of them will pass by here that word will get around? What the....

Maybe I'm just wistful as these benches are proof that, somewhere out there, a little sci-fi fan is making a living in park-bench design...we could be friends.

Since then, I have discovered that the city I was walking in (New Westminster BC) is where I-Robot was filmed.
And now it all makes sense!

11/20/10

The Naked Sashay

I've re-confirmed that humans (specifically this human) can adapt to anything.

Public showers at the rec center I've been working out at are no longer uncomfortable. The first few times I used them I awkwardly brought my towel into the shower area, was naked for as little time as possible, remained facing the wall for the entire shower, and took about 45 seconds to "clean" my body in it's sweaty, sweaty entirety.

Now (mere weeks later) I practically sashay across the change room. Naked, but for my sandals (which is a really good look by the way. And note that I said "sandals" not "flip flops". Naked with full-out Tiva sandals baby... hawt), I take my time (facing whichever way I please), and let everyone else be awkward around me. I don't have to avoid eye contact, because they already are.
:D
I just let them do all the work.

I can't wait to be ridiculously old and doing the exact same thing...