Okay, so I've found myself captive to another game. And it's on my DS, so I don't ever have to leave it. I'm having quite a bit of fun with Castlevania: Dawn of Sorrows, which means I don't have to bother with really confusing issues like socializing with people I might want to fuck. Take the old-school 2d platforming enjoyment of Castlevania, throw in some really nice visuals and sounds, and make that mansion freaking ginormous. With some RPG elements in the mix, it's a mighty fine time waster that also helps me fulfill that promise I made to never reproduce. I mean, I haven't sacrificed as much of my life to it as I did Animal Crossing. Hey, nothing short of World of Warcraft has taken more time off my existence than Animal Crossing. Call it pathetic, and I'll call you a person who doesn't know what 'pathos' means.
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notebooks
Research Papers - These are mostly intended to be evergreen documents - expect updates. They will include standalone articles but also research for hardware projects, software, and site development.
Blogs - Short form content on various topics.
topics
- usl - ultrasciencelabs
- greymatter post archive
- drupal post archive
- the web
- web development
- models
- paper planes
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Well, I reckon Kansanians can evolve once again. New Scientist I guess 'science,' with its world of 'observable facts' is starting to reassert itself. I don't live in Kansas, nor do I intend to, but the news that the State School Board will be losing its anti-evolution majority makes me feel as if the world suddenly became a bit saner. Welcome to the 21st century, Kansas. It's kinda nice here. God, I love evolution. I'm feeling a second opposable thumb coming on any minute now. Personally, I think we gave up a little too much when we lost the opposable toes. Perhaps there's a way to correct that regrettable loss of functionality.
Know what's funny? Anne Rice wrote a series of smutty novels about Sleeping Beauty. They aren't too good, but are a hilarious concept when one considers that she's now found her some Jesus. Beware what ye publish, for ye will probably have to sign a copy twenty-some odd years down the line.
World making too much sense? Reality seeming a tad too comfortable? Want to see forbidden science at work, but don't want to bother with the messy side of biology? Check out http://www.kleinbottle.com/ Don't think about it for too long or you'll go mad staring at the abomination.
Sooooo... work today. Evidently, threat of arrest is an occupational hazard around here. I heard a pounding on the door and some yelling, so I answered it. There was a uniformed private security officer. "Hello," I said to him. "SECURITY!! Put your hands up!" he yelled at me. "What?" "Get your hands where I can see them!" he barked. "Show me some identification!" I calmly handed him my driver's license. "What's going on here," I asked. "I'm kind of working right now." "Is this your real address?" "No, I moved recently. Is there a reason for this?"
Obviously, there was little that would be accomplished from this conversation. "This building is alarmed. What are you doing here?" "Working," I repeated. "I work here and I'm on the clock right now." "Can't you hear the alarm?" he grunted. "What alarm? I didn't know we had one. Do you mean that buzzing?" I asked him. Now that I was standing in the vestibule, there was a faint whine. Coming from next door. "The Urbandale police will be here in a minute," he threatened. "Okay," I responded.
Perhaps the police would make more sense than this unarmed, glorified mall cop. I was most definitely where I was supposed to be and had many logs and schedules that attested to this fact. Idle threats really weren't going to do much to me today. "You need to turn this alarm off. Enter the access code." I looked at the featureless card reader next to the door to the jeweler's in the next suite over. There was certainly no means of entering any 'code,' even if I knew how to get into the place. "Look, I'm actually supposed to be here. How about you talk to the engineer and maybe he can give you the 'access code,'" I offered.
I let the suspicious officer into the station and called the engineer. "Hi, this is Aaron. Sorry to bother you, but this guy says he'll have the police arrest me if I don't give him some sort of code to an alarm or something. Can you talk to him?" I asked the chief engineer. I have no idea what was said to make Chumpy McChuckles go away, but the engineer did something I'm thankful for. The clown wandered away to his official-looking car. I'm going to place a call to the building owners about their security tomorrow.
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