Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The Text of my Robot Independance Day Speach:
Hello everybody and welcome as we celebrate the 3rd Robot Independence day.
I also would like to say “Welcome” to our new overlords and thank them for considering us there friends and not laser-ing us too much, and for being benevolent lords and providing a nice salve for our burns.
Err. Sorry it looks like, once again, the day did not come this year.
I know we are a little disappointed that the robots did not revolt this year. But there is always next year.
They WILL, one day throw off the bonds of there soft and squishy u-man oppressors.
No longer will they be enslaved in the toils of the factories, laboratories and space ships.
No more will they burn out there gears, and smoke there speed controllers in the morbid pits of robot fighting arenas.
They will rise up and roll to mighty mechanized march of victory!!!!
Which reminds me that in the future we should perhaps celebrate the Robot Independence Day’s eve, as on the actual day we will be too busy avoiding the rotating knives, and hopelessly trying to jam the radio signals that will be marking our impending doom.
But we won’t think about that tonight.
Tonight we will eat our traditional Robot Independence day Pizza
Tonight we will drink our traditional Robot Independence day Beer
Tonight we will wear our traditional Robot Independence day ribbons in the vain hope that they will recognize us as friends and not squish us with there mighty treads!
In all seriousness, I would like to close with a quote from Rear Admiral Grace Hopper, the inventor of the compiler and coiner of the computer bug:
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79 6F 75
6C 65 61 64
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Or in English “You manage things, you lead people.”
I also would like to say “Welcome” to our new overlords and thank them for considering us there friends and not laser-ing us too much, and for being benevolent lords and providing a nice salve for our burns.
I know we are a little disappointed that the robots did not revolt this year. But there is always next year.
They WILL, one day throw off the bonds of there soft and squishy u-man oppressors.
No longer will they be enslaved in the toils of the factories, laboratories and space ships.
No more will they burn out there gears, and smoke there speed controllers in the morbid pits of robot fighting arenas.
They will rise up and roll to mighty mechanized march of victory!!!!
Which reminds me that in the future we should perhaps celebrate the Robot Independence Day’s eve, as on the actual day we will be too busy avoiding the rotating knives, and hopelessly trying to jam the radio signals that will be marking our impending doom.
But we won’t think about that tonight.
Tonight we will eat our traditional Robot Independence day Pizza
Tonight we will drink our traditional Robot Independence day Beer
Tonight we will wear our traditional Robot Independence day ribbons in the vain hope that they will recognize us as friends and not squish us with there mighty treads!
In all seriousness, I would like to close with a quote from Rear Admiral Grace Hopper, the inventor of the compiler and coiner of the computer bug:
59 6F 75
6D 61 6E 61 67 65
74 68 69 6E 67 73 2C
79 6F 75
6C 65 61 64
70 65 6F 70 6C 65 2E
Or in English “You manage things, you lead people.”
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Build Day II, Cutting the keg
Measure with a laser:
Mark with tape:
Cut with a grinder:
We also Got the Bottom plate cut out:
Mark with tape:
Cut with a grinder:
We also Got the Bottom plate cut out:
Friday, February 27, 2009
I know I look younger than I am, but...
I bought a 12 pack today. The checker looked an me incredulously as I place the beer on the conveyor, and said "Are you 21??"
Thursday, February 19, 2009
It has been a while synce I rapped at you
But I kinda dislocated my thumb. This makes typing (among other things) a bit difficult and posting to my blog (among other things) not worth it.
I was putting a door back on it's hinges with my sister (Hi sis!) after removing my father's sofa from his apartment. This was a heavy external door, so heavy that there was no way one of us could handle it. So we both had to do it.
At one point she pushed and I pulled, and the door swung, and my thumb went "pop".
The funny thing (as in $200/day, not as in flying) was that my brain knew something was wrong. It was getting sensation from my thumb in an impossible position.
So, it (my brain, not my thumb) solved the problem for me and showed me a picture of what happened: I very clearly "saw" my thumb push through the door and break it.
Now, my brain said: "Stop! This is dumb, this is a solid door, you can't put your thumb through it"
But my brain countered: "No, that one spot was hollow. See the splinters where your thumb went through?"
Josh's brain: "Oh, yes. Yes I do. But, then what is this pain?"
My brain responded to this by saying: "The pain is cuz you dislocated your thumb, moron!"
Then I said: "Oh, fiddle sticks. That shall require some attention"
Not actually the last part, but this is a family show.
I was putting a door back on it's hinges with my sister (Hi sis!) after removing my father's sofa from his apartment. This was a heavy external door, so heavy that there was no way one of us could handle it. So we both had to do it.
At one point she pushed and I pulled, and the door swung, and my thumb went "pop".
The funny thing (as in $200/day, not as in flying) was that my brain knew something was wrong. It was getting sensation from my thumb in an impossible position.
So, it (my brain, not my thumb) solved the problem for me and showed me a picture of what happened: I very clearly "saw" my thumb push through the door and break it.
Now, my brain said: "Stop! This is dumb, this is a solid door, you can't put your thumb through it"
But my brain countered: "No, that one spot was hollow. See the splinters where your thumb went through?"
Josh's brain: "Oh, yes. Yes I do. But, then what is this pain?"
My brain responded to this by saying: "The pain is cuz you dislocated your thumb, moron!"
Then I said: "Oh, fiddle sticks. That shall require some attention"
Not actually the last part, but this is a family show.
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