Author: Peter Jones

Sung to “if I Only Had a Brain”

Because I’m all done with all my projects.
Ha. Hahaha. Mwuahaha! Snicker.
Because I need more stuff to do. I’m like Marine Corps hero Chesty  “stupid (enemies), they’ve got us surrounded, now we can sour in any direction.” Puller. I like to have so many projects, books, and games in purges at once that no matter what I want to do, I’m making progress.
My mom has done sort patterns for me, so the next time I there is when I’m gonna to teach myself to sew (on a machine). Doubly important as all my clothes are on the backend of played out. I have to do laundry mid week just to have enough clean clothes sometimes. Once I’ve got the machine down, I think I’m gonna start augmenting. Right now I’m looking at the materials available, and thinking of what to do. Should I be making blinkies, smart clothes that keep me connected, or clothes that are more tailored to me? Using some of the fiber optic cloth, I could make a (simple) seven segment display. Our I could light a cuff on my sleeve when my phone rang using a Bluetooth module. I wonder what all I’d need to measure to get a relatively accurate imitation of someone’s blood sugar with penetration.
Oohhh. Biometric scans: pulse,  conductivity, capacitance, and temperature. Probably take the readings from multiple spots. Combine that with my describing how I feel at any given point and I might be able to get a good picture. Then… hook that through some LED rhinestone action to show little Zelda style hearts. I totally should do this. Start with the logging functionality and get my data points. Probably have a hook to my Twitter to make it easier to keep everything time accurate. So clothing logs, transmits via Bluetooth to phone that posts to Twitter. Concurrently I post through the day to Twitter about what condition my condition is in, thank you Kenny Rogers.
I need to find out how to do organic equations or whatever the fuck that smart sounding stuff is. Where computers learn and stuff. That’s be cool.

My mother-in-law just got in to town last night, this morning while I’m taking a shower the water goes cold. I know what this is. This too well not pass, not by its volition at least.
Our townhouse has an inline water heater. Amongst the multitude of safety features on it is a low flow detector. If at any point the flow drops too far, it stops pushing water which makes sense, it’s trying to alleviate the possibility of a leak dumping water everywhere at exactly one point in the water heading process. Except that’s not it acutely does, instead any time the flow is impeded too far, by the inline filter, it craps out. Rather than throwing a beeping sound or a warning message, I had to finish my now frozen shower and fuck around in the garage this morning.

My entire career in the printing industry can be summed up with one goal. I don’t want to be one of those sad fucks who blows out their back. I’m not sure what all I did, but mine now feels like ass, my right hand tingles and my feet are go to sleep if I sit too long. It wasn’t in the course of battling the Daemon Lord of Print Spooling. No mere paper paper cut lay me down. A ream of 100# stuck in each hand is as nothing to me.
In my hubris, much like the Norse god Balder(sp?), where he was felled by humble mistletoe, I was vanquished by the Wif’s dirty laundry. This is not a metaphor.

Last night before dinner I finished building the cider press. Tonight will be it’s first run. Iv assume it’s last as well. Of course I’ll take pictures, before and after, but I think it’ll have to be rebuilt before a new batch.

Continue reading “The Cider Press was Totally Finished”

I’ve got me a hard proj’ing weekend here.
Finish my desk and fix up the Den of Inequity. My mom-in-law is sorting up next weekend do if really like to have that done, which will also act as sign of current ownership, rather than the current risk of perception of abandonment. Abandonment isn’t the actual word I mean, but I’m tired and the word just don’t showing up. More like what they classify a sunken ship after so much time. Derelict I’d close to, but I prefer not to classify things as being derelict lest I be described as a derelict. I think that German side said that once.
I need to roll out to my parents and work on their antenna situation, clear some blackberries that are encroaching up on their house, and harvest some apples for cider. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna turn into only one or two items on that list based on the weather.
I need to scrub down some mofo stairs. See the first paragraph got why.
I’m sure there is done other stuff but I can’t remember.

Cider this time, maybe beer next. Beer…..

Done be picked up. Of course we forgot bottles, the apples might be gone for by the time we get to my parents and still sounds like a lot of work…but we have brewing gear.

The wif doesn’t seem super positive about me being a teacher. Probably because it takes social skills.
I was totally writing this while getting drinks somewhere. Or ice cream. Frozen custard for the pedantic people who don’t read this.
It’s been a couple days and went to write differing and saw this was still open. She might be right. Or not.
I have a problem with people, and when I say problem, I’m really saying they scare the fuck out of me. As coping methods I do things like listen to music with headphones, even if I have no music device at the time. I really have put in headphones with nothing playing, because I either didn’t have a music device, or because of healthy paranoia I wanted to stay aware of my surroundings. I’ll act distracted. In my youth I was reading the predecessor to Dave Barry and his redneck comedy books. One of the stories that always dick with me is how to look wise. All you have to do is look alternately amused and thoughtful. Skip everything else in between, just alternate those two. I do this still. It’s a lot easier pretending I live in everyone else’s world if I pretend I don’t. I maintain a healthy sounding reality of anecdotes that are just far off enough that no one ever questions their veracity nor the indicative of my psyche. At times in public, I’ll try to exert psychic powers of compulsion on strangers to see if I actually do have that ability. On the other side of the coin, I also actively ignore the shot in the works I don’t have the ability to deal with. Not the “I have a headache” temporary challenge, but the forever “I got nothing” level. I nod and smile to friendly pan handlers. I see them and acknowledge their genetic humanity, but their reality will never actually intersect my own.It’s not that I have nothing in common with them, or at least not only that, but also I have nothing they need. I have no money to help them on their way. I have no food to feed their bodies. I have no humanity to spare. I have no compassion to bring them back into the world. Hell, in my youth I regularly considered twisting out and going all hermit in the woods.
With all that being said, I ask think I could teach. I differentiate between people and persons. I also differentiate between people and unit persons. A mob isn’t people, nor is a squad, team or class. Once I get used to the individual faces on my bus route I have no problems. I’m pretty sure teaching would be relatively easy. Not that teaching is an easy profession in any way, but I think I could.
Or maybe not. Fuck if I know.

Giant wheel with unevenly spaced gears to facilitate single motor monochromatic image display. Need to model. Blender?
Update:
No really, I need to model this shit. Maybe I could do it with Gary’s Mod. Probably could. Maybe I should just model out however I can.