Power was restored just a few minutes ago and now I’m getting my blog fix. Some big frikkin’ trees went down — I just took a stroll to slay some food (I found many tracks; they lead to a place the locals call Mac-doh-nalls. Plentiful hunting, but I don’t think the walk negates the damage of eating there. Heavily salted fat. Yum. Still, with traffic lights still out driving was insane, so that was the only option) Anyway, the damage was impressive. Power was out somewhere around 28 hours, so the food in the fridge goes. The USDA says a full freezer is good for 48 hours, but a half-full one is only 24.
Category Archives: Misc
Powerless
Nasty storm hit yesterday, and there was no power when I got home . . . and none when I got up. Looks to be a tree down on the street, and I’m guessing it took the power line with it, and no opportunity to fix it in the dark. No lights, no hot water. Fortunately my normal morning routine is to shower at work, after going to the gym, so the latter issue didn’t bother me, but it also meant discovering that a desk is only an approximation to an ironing board. And that none of the activities in which I partook this A.M. are more fun in the dark.
Use the Calligraphy, Luke!
Font pun and typeface art. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
Errrrk!
On the vagaries of random playlists on the iPod:
The transition from Bobby Darin’s “Mack the Knife” to RHCP’s “Funky Monks” at oh-dark-thirty in the morning, before caffeine and not really fully awake, is a little harsh.
I’m just sayin’
Font Recognition Software
To help NCIS catch those evil fonts caught on video, only to find that their prints aren’t in AFIS.
via Daring Fireball
Son of Toys in the Office
The Zero Blaster. Makes cherry-scented smoke rings.
The Super Zero Fluid lists no ingredients, and it’s made in China, so I’m sure it’s fine.
Do not taunt happy fun ball!
Toys in the Office
As I had commented before, I have a USB missile launcher in the office. I first noticed them a few years ago but not only were they unavailable (it was around Christmas), they were unavailable only in England. A few months later they were back in stock, and I had to buy two to justify the excessive shipping cost. One for the office, and one for home.
My attempt to attach a USB webcam was thwarted, because both devices want a direct connection to the computer and I don’t have enough ports to do that and connect the things I need to actually function at my job. Such a sacrifice . . .
Googling: What the?
Come to think of it, I meant option C: “Planck’s constant”
(the actual issue was that this was a copy-and-paste of a longer expression, and there is an almost indistinguishable fraction of an extra space after the apostrophe)
Is There a Draft In Here?
Zach Feinstein declares for the NBA draft. It’s free. The deadline for “early entry” declarations is 60 days prior to the draft (which is June 26), so if anyone desires to go this route, it’s too late for this year. (One has to wonder if it will remain free once this gets into the wind. OTOH, how can they charge more than a few bucks? College players don’t have jobs.)
The short story is that I, Zachary Feinstein, have declared for the 2008 NBA Draft. As a 5’8″ 130 pound Caucasian, I am the perfect candidate for professional basketball. Also, I do not play basketball.
You see, I am not currently on my college’s basketball team (Division 3 just for reference) nor did I try out to be. I was at no point on my high school’s basketball team nor did I try out to be. I was at no point on my middle school’s basketball team nor did I try out to be. The last time I was on a basketball team was before Bill Clinton got caught with his pants down.
So there you have it, I, Zach Feinstein, am in the 2008 NBA Draft.
Make sure to check out the scouting report, too.
Now, I wonder: what about the NFL?