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More news from the Lab of Death
Remember the other day I was bitching about the problems I was having with Simulink. Turns out the real problem was that the motor encoder was cutting out above a shaft velocity of 2.7rad/s. Huh? Apparently (Thank you, Mike) the 5V logic of the encoder was effed up, and above a certain speed the high signal was never making it passed 2V. A ( Read more... ) -
It's midnight. Do you know where your grad students are?
Well, I'm in the lab. Yes, the lab. Midnight. On a Monday ( Read more... ) -
What's up with this?
From CNN:
"There are American officials who consider Iraq as if it were one of their villages, for example Hillary Clinton and Carl Levin," al-Maliki told reporters in Baghdad. "This is severe interference in our domestic affairs."
"Carl Levin and Hillary Clinton are from the Democratic Party and they must demonstrate democracy," al-Maliki said. "I ( Read more... ) -
Come rock the fuck out with us...
Check it out... the entire ensemble of i, fanblades is now planning a studio-only improv side-project lovingly named John the Bastard. frankly, what we're looking for is anyone who is interested in coming to hang out at our new place (sometime after when we get said new place in about a month) ( Read more... ) -
I <3 Store Brand Cereal
I'm currently eating "Honey Crunchin' Oats with Honey."
It's so redundant I feel like I'm eating it twice. -
And now for something completely offensive...
Creative cussing! Everybody share your favorites!
Exclamations:
Pancreas-licker! (Nigel's fave for a time)
Fuckabees! (Nigel's new fave, I think)
Nargy-poop! (That's a hard G, if you were curious.)
Oh Holy God! (Not real creative, but I've been saying it a lot lately)
Jesus tits!
Holy fuckin' Jesus bloody god hell!
Bleeding shit! ('cause that makes sense ( Read more... ) -
Why not?
Your Score: Vampira!
Our test has determined that you possess
36% Hellbentness, 50% Sanguinity, and 57% Creeps!
Well done!
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New poem.
Playing a Tele
Simple. Ugly. Like plucking
a block of wood.
In that note
ringing heavy
can you hear
the hot snap of lightning
split the grain
splinter the rings of the Alder tree? The tree
that became the hollow hard body
you cradle in your lap like a large dog--
it sings square. The knot-holes flute out. Shine.
Simple.
Ugly.
Shimmer.
Thwack.
