Random Typing The Fourth

Yet Another Random Typing Post. I'm just going to let whatever thought pops into my head out for all the world to see. This is glimpse into my brain, or a warning not to read on. Whichever you prefer. Only spell check beyond this point.

Yet Another Random Typing Post. Almost sounds like it should be an acronym for something. Yartp. Like the sound a turtle makes just before it realizes that you're planing on eating it. I wonder who ate the first turtle? Seems to me you'd have to be pretty hungry to look to something that ugly for food. I presume of course that they'd had chicken and beef at this point.

"I'm not looking for something tasty. No, I was hoping for more slimy textures in my diet."

Dieting sucks. Honest. There is not a single pastime that makes you think more of eating than not eating does. I never get the sort of crazy craving I get except when I'm dieting.

"Well that salad was good. Maybe if I put some roasted turtle on there next time!"
"Yartp!"
"Oh look here's one now!"

What is a calorie? You can't touch it, but it can sure touch you.

"What happened to your pants?!"
"Calorie attack"

I love mail. Even junk mail. Not SPAM but junk mail through the postal system. Like advertisements for vacations I can't afford, free wet wipe samples or coupons for pizza joints in my town. Stuff like that. It's nice to feel needed, even if it's just by some large faceless company entered out in Omaha. Why do so many junk mailers come from Omaha? Who knows.

Never shake hands with a man in the restroom. Seriously. Don't even acknowledge another man exists in a public restroom. Some people are comfortable having long chats in the John. Those people are called women. Any man who does this looses serious points in my book. I'd rather rip my arms off and play croquet with them then have a long talk in the restroom. Can't you see the fear registering on my face?! Why are you still talking to me!

Oh look. Work has arrived on my desk again. I feel tainted, yet oddly obliged to do something about it...

So Tired

I'm so tired. I'd thought I'd try and do a quick random typing post in a effort to wake up my brain. Basically the formula is such: I type whatever pops into my head. I make no edits or apologies. You can then read it or not. So from this point on, spell check only.

So I had a hot food night last week. The point was simple. People came over, said "happy birthday" and ate hot food. My wife and her sister decided to have a challenge. Habanero hot wings. Whomever ate the most, got bragging rights and garish pepper necklace. Needless to say I'm not backing down from that.

They actually weren't that hot and I tied the brother-in-law at eight. Eight was the magic number, because we ran out. The next day, I got the worst heartburn I've ever experienced. Seriously I would have shot my brains out if I could have stopped drinking milk (yes, right from the container!! This wasn't a civilized affair here!) and eating bread long enough to work out the particulars. I was on fire! Still...they didn't seem that hot going down.

Oh! So the news was like "blah blah blah, press secretary, blah blah blah Barney Frank, blah blah blah consumer spending down..." for like twenty minutes then two seconds before cutting back they laid this one on me. "Woman who set herself on fire died today. Now for traffic."

First off... Yeah, duh! I could have told you that! "Man who ate eight habanero hot wings hung himself." But come on! don't we deserve some particulars here!!

Binder clips are like so useful! I love them.

I was looking online today for paper folding games for kids. It's surprising how few hits that acually generated. I mean, its the Internet. Doesn't a search like that just sum up everything the Internet is about.

"How to waste countless hours of your life" [Search]

The Internet has let me down again... Now what? Oh look a new video with a crane, 40 tons of water and compact car. Nevermind. I'm happy again!

Cloakrooms

I enjoyed the random typing post so much I've decided to do another one. Okay, here goes. I'm just going to let whatever thought pops into my head out for all the world to see. This is glimpse into my brain, or a warning not to read on. Whichever you prefer. Only spell check beyond this point.

I found a random word generator. Very cool stuff, the word that came back was cloakroom. I know what a cloak is, but I though they were banned my the Khitomer Accords, unless of course you're a Romulan. Romulans can do anything they want, but except perhaps wear non-state sanctioned clothing.

If I had to chose between Romulan (emotion and manipulative) Klingons (feral warriors) and Vulcans (non emotional and logical) I would have to pick Romulan. Besides the polyester, they've got it made. Could you imagine never laughing or having to eat gagh?

I'm all out of coffee. How could this happen? What did I do to warrant such pain an misfortune. I'm a fan of coffee, I'm not a fan of super glue. I've had superglue on my hands for the last three days. It makes me high. So there is that benefit...

Does anyone remember Voltron? The lion robots that all assembled into on large robot? There was a sword that just fell from the sky. The only other show I would miss Voltron for was Thundercats. The plots were always about Mumra and Thundera, but all I wanted was to see Lion-o's sword grow. That was awesome! Why name a lion charater lion-o and a mummy character Mumra. I think all the names were eaqually stuid. Pathreo, Tygra... What in the blue blazes was that about?

I saw a guy with a Thundercats wrist band. Supergeeks are everyone, and generally easy to spot. Sure they look like losers to most folks, but we know better. They are our kings.

Random Typing

This is a random typing experiment. I'm just typing whatever pops into my head. You have been warned. There will be only spell check beyond this point.

I've been thinking recently. I wanted to post a thing or two about snarl. Sometimes things that at first seem so complex turn out to be less so. There are few instances that I'm aware of more relevant than computing.

Look at it as a whole. Small currents of electricity arching over a severely engineered city. Capacitors to charge paths, resistors, terminators and minotaurs. Minotaurs are easy to spot as they have the head of a bull and a war axe. Surprisingly enough, you don't see these used as much in commercial circuit boards. The military loves them though.

There are a number of people who will not understand, or even care to understand this. These are those pro minotaur factions that believe all mythological creatures belong only in the pages of fantasy books. The truth of the matter, that they are excellent motivators for alternating current, cannot remained suppressed forever. Who cares, if they exhibit odd behaviors, like the smashing of personal property or the wearing on large rings in their noses.

Fawns. Fawns, while much more pleasant, are useless to circuit board manufactures. It turns out, being able to arrange tea cups by ascending floral patterns, and read Martha newest egg dying techniques has little bearing on the efficient flow of bits through populated circuit board. Go figure.

I was just thinking about buffalo wings. The fact is, for a long time my father had me convinced these came from real buffalo. Once I realized I'd been duped, I poured all my effort into duping others. I believe I was wholly unsuccessful. This made me sad, mostly because it hurt my pride. I just think when it comes to buffalo wings, I'm too emotionally attached to have any good bearing or judgment. If buffalo wings were ever I trial, I would not be able to tell if they were lying. I hope it never comes to that.

Is this a sign that I'm addicted to the spicy orange sparsely meated morsel? Most assuredly. As a red squiggle appears under meated, I'm genuinely surprised it isn't a word. It should be, and so I declare it to be. There. We've just made a change to a living language.

It's raining work. I'm afraid I must float back to the working world. A call to a salesperson. Sigh.