Yeah, I’ve been slacking. It isn’t that I haven’t wanted to post, or that I didn’t have something to say, it’s that I just didn’t get around to it. Friday night was a lan, and then Saturday was a BBQ… both times I was up until around 4… and by the time I thought of it again, it was when I was waking up the next afternoon. 😉
The LAN was nice, rather unremarkable though. A lot of Desert Combat, and a keg of Alaskan Amber Ale. Tasty stuff… wouldn’t have been my first choice for beers (for a lan), but it was a nice refreshing beer for a warm room full of computers and geeks. Traded various things (anime, software, etc), and overall, went home well to sleep about 9 hours, waking up at 1pm when I was supposed to be at Les Schwab having the car brakes checked. Got there late, walked over to the mall, waited around, came back, found that they didn’t find anything (but did machine the rotors), and drove off. It started doing it again. Went back, guy drove with me, heard it, and determined that it was just a fact of the brakes (thanks) and said he’d add some more retension springs on tuesday. In the process of this, he moved a spring, and viola, when I was driving home, they didn’t make any noise at all. So Schwab put them on wrong last time they looked at them. YAY. I love Schwab, but the one here, kinda sucks. I’ll call them monday after driving a bit and tell them that their docs are wrong. 🙂
THe BBQ was more remarkable. The food was good, the company was better. Most of the guys went back over and played more Desert Combat… I sat on the other side of the Duplex, and talked with the girls. Talked about all kinds of stuff, but most remarkable were the results of the breast measurement. I’d thought about it before, the weight of a breast… but couldn’t ever get a good mathematical result. So, after trying again, and getting a really wrong answer, we decided to measure displacement. The 4 girls went upstairs with a bucket of water, and measured displacement. Taking that, and the fact that fatty tissue is approximately .90g/cm^3, we figured that the most endowded of them had the equivilent of a bag of sugar strapped to her chest (5 pounds). So, being a sucker… I strapped a bag of sugar to my chest, and walked around for a while. I can see why she has back problems. that constant weight, and downward force when walking or running would really get old and troubling. *sighs* new respect right here.
The rest of the time since my last post has been okay. My friend who has had the issues with a man I mentioned previously is becoming more active, and has set some goals for herself (I hope they remain healthy, and self motivated). And other than that, I’ve not done a whole lot. Research for work, etc etc.
I’m convinced that my body doesn’t react well to EtOH. Pay no mind to the intoxicating effects… I’m wondering more about the day after. I am always in a weird mood after drinking the previous day. Chemical imbalance or something. It’s a very bland mood. Psuedo-depressed even. Not sure what it is… perhaps low electrolite/Water content in the blood stream. Guess that would make sense…
On a good note though, I was told something last night that really made me happy. I can’t relay it here, but I just thought I would say “thank you for trusting me”. You know who you are.
That’s it for now I think… not a whole lot of philosophy in this post… but nothing really deep comes to mind right now… just wanted to let people know what’s happened since the last time I posted.