Archive for the ‘sometimes beef’ Category

Seriously, I’d starve to death first…

October 16, 2009

Crispy Cones!


Aaaaaaand it’s winter

October 15, 2009

Remember fall? Me neither. Fall seemed to come and go faster than I was able to come up with a cute way to say how quickly fall came and went. Yea, it’s like zero here (well, 44, but what’s the difference?).

This has made it so much harder to get back onto a polyphasic schedule. I barely remember resetting my alarm this morning at 5. This is what I remember: it was Fargo-cold in my room–the only thing missing was Steve Buscemi and a wood chipper–and my survival instincts kicked in. And I don’t know about you, but my survival instincts are very passive-aggressive. “Oh, sure,” my survival instincts like to say, “it’s warm and safe here in bed, but you go ahead and leave. I wouldn’t get up right now, because it’s nutsackshrinkingly cold out there, but you’ve made it this far calling the shots. I’m just your survival instincts, don’t mind me. I’m not here.” And so on.

So I gave in. Passive-aggression gets me every time.

In other news, I’ve been working on my first Arduino project. I’m building a binary clock with a solderless breadboard (so dumb…always solder) 10 LEDs and a piece of cardboard box. The hours will display on top and the minutes on the bottom. If an ‘x’ represents an LED in the on position and ‘o’ represents off, 10:05 would be xoxo oooxox, 1:30 would be ooox oxxxxo, noon would be xxoo oooooo. And so on. Quick binary lesson: 00000001 is one, 00000010 is two, 00000100 is four, 00001000 is eight, 00010000 is sixteen, 00100000 is 32, 01000000 is sixty-four and 10000000 is one hundred twenty eight. Then you can add them: 00000011 is three, 00000110 is six, 11111111 is 255 and so on.

And now a link to someone who has already crushed me in the LED-clock-making trade.

Well, I’m sitting here missing Julie, thinking about going back to being a vegetarian and whether or not I should take up binge eating to deal with the cold.  All possible zacklab experiments.  Well, this feels like the end.  More experimenting to come, dear readers, but for now, I’m off to brave the tundra for a brisk jaunt home.

Helen, Call The Embassy!

October 4, 2008

Bone Jurrrr, I said McCainly, feeling like the biggest jerk since jerks came to jerk town. I stumbled and asked for un baguette. Blah-son-dix, she replied. Son? I responded, quite jerkishly and poured a handful of change into her hands as if to say, “How much is this many?” The woman laughed at me and asked if I was English. Yes, I replied. A masterful play if I may say so myself. And with that, I had succeeded in my French experience: a real life French person mistook me for a Red Coat.

So, I’ve formed a pidgeon language that has treated me well. Tonight I got to showcase my throaty Rs and non-existent ings and ois at a restaurant called Afghani. As we got to our seats, it occured to me that if pictures of Barack Obama eating at this restaurant were to surface, he would have no chance of winning the election. Oh Jesus. As I write this, I’m reading an article about how Obama and some old guy who is still like thirty years younger than McCain, want to bomb everything, especially America.

Well, McCain is super old. Do you want this guy running the country? No, he’d probably ask for 700 billion dollars to bailout Long John Silver. Or make not pipe smoking illegal. Or mandate that everyone have single earrings and love seagulls. In summation, old people, fishermen, Alaskans, old people fishing in Alaska and single ear ringers shouldn’t be allowed to be President.

Anyway, Afghan food is tres bien. Spicy and yogurty and legumey with sometimes beef. Another awesome food update is that baguettes are good. REALLY good. And the cheese. I ate maybe a quarter pound of cheese today.

Also, I got a cell phone today. The number is 0643018258. As my adoring fans, I beg you to not all call me all at once. To avoid this catastrophe, feel free to text me as often as possible. Seriously, any time you feel like it. It cost’s me literally nothing. And I’m cheap as hell.