Author: Peter Jones

I very rarely post to social media, lest I doth offend. Rarely is there a post so innocuous that the posting might create issue. You post about the awesome place you eat, and people wonder how you can afford it. You post about friendships and it’s airing dirty laundry. You post dirty laundry and it’s a sign of a disorganized life. You post your joy which drowns out other’s sorrow, your sorrow dampens their joy.
When I do have something to post, I post it here. I know this is effectively a safe place via obscurity based on viewing statistics. Despite this, I worry. If someone should come across this, could out interfere with future employment? Could this lead to strife with people I know?
Occasionally I realize I had a post goo beyond the pale, from white to translucent. These posts I migrate to private, as a reminder of my thoughts, but not a liability.

My computer computer desk is coming along quite well. It’s now self supporting though it has a bit of wobble. I started beating out more metal and bolting it on, but then ran out of bolts, or at least I ran out of bolts that matched the full bit I was feeling really good about. I have mute bolts so now it’s the downward run. LED plans are in the works, but I think I want to use red, which is a cold I don’t have, or I could go all RGB, but than I should really look into what I would control then with. The other question I’m trying to decide on is surface. Should I go rough jagged metal, sanded with just a coat of sealant or pour on tabletop. I’ll figure that out when the rest makes me happy. I think I want the uneven surface minus the sharps.
As an aside, my phone thought sharps meant sharia. To my knowledge sharia would be capitalized in the same form as big g God. And that will be the last time I write sharia in this lifetime I’m guessing. It’s right up there on my good writing subjects with abrahamic religions.
I’m still waiting to work on 6DTB until I have the rest of the shit in the den cleaned up. Clean up aisle 6? It’s more inequity than den if you know what I mean.
This morning Shanna had me stay get shower radio to get her motivated for the day, and as I’m turning it on and starting some Trent Moeller (spelling?) I’m thinking of how to do an all inclusive clock radio for her. Do I want to sacrifice my BBB, or just order the pays I need from sparkfun, oh yeah, they have a ten dollars off a purchase of 40+, which sounds like a character display and a Bluetooth module at a minimum, I wonder if I can get the old pi at a discount now that it’s been supplanted. Looks like I know where my fun time spending of vacation hours is finishing up.
Soon.

In the last few years ice put on about fifty pounds. Basically I added dirty percent to my buddy weight. I’m actually risky down with adding half of it, totally a good thing as I used to be extremely thin. Hide-and-Seek consisted of me turning sideways. Really. I could pull my diaphragm so far into my chest you could feel the back side of my bottom two ribs. I used myself as a medical anatomy model for my wife.
My only real concern is that most of the weight I’ve gained is sitting on my belly. That’s the male heart attack special right there. I’m going to start doing crunches and pushups every night, minus one break day when I’m not feeling it per week. Every day I’ll write the number down on my calendar, with the goal being 200 crunches and 100 pushups. Seems like a good goal.
Tonite I clean done floor space in my den and getting going on this shit. At a later time I’ll add a trainer for my bike for some good cardio. As much as I hate physical exertion, there are some things I want to do just got braggings. I want to ride the STP. I want to run the Torchlight Parade. I want to die of something better than congestive heart failure or diabetic complications.

(Before picture to be added soon)

Inspired by IKEA last night. Spherical (maybe dodecohedron) bot that has expanding globe hinges on the inside. In the center, have a mini free floating sphere with an iron core in the bottom. Outside are four electromagnets that pull the iron core and thus change direction. By pulsing the hinges you get rolling, and provide the lean with the magnets.

I was really going to “get shit done”, but then the wif posted my name to my friend’s band’s show announcement. Really difficult to ignore that so we went. This meant I left work after ten hours, took the bus too Northgate, got picked up by her, went to the grocery store, went home, had two frozen burritos (post microwaving of course), went to show, saw buddy first time in forever, had a fun time, drove home, tucked her in bed, gamed for 30 minutes, went to bed. It was definitely worth it, but I just have a hard time with this whole school night show stuff.
I have a to-do list, I should mark stuff off of it. Maybe I need to give myself the goal of every day before I get to game I mark something off our work for an hour. It I could do dishes. The dishes totally need doing.

I should do something useful. I have my mom in-law coming to town in about a month. At a minimum I need to finish my desk so I can get crap of the floor downstairs, than take crap from upstairs and put it downstairs.
I kinda want to build shelves from odd circuit boards after taking a propane torch to remove the components, maybe I should start with just my soldering iron. Either way have to use ventilation and desk the fuck out of them afterwards with some varnish. The best heavy metal ain’t poisoning.
My new visions for the build cycle for teddy involve a ceiling mounted swing arm and a tether. I wouldn’t need batteries out nothing than. I would need some very long cables for carrying power and an uncluttered room first. One challenge at a time.
On other notes, the wif wanted a shower radio. Turns out she wasted a shower alarm clock, radio, mp3 player, timer and I’m sure some other things as well. I’m thinking about repurposing one of our old Incredibles; add a speaker, a waterproof case and an appropriate app. The app could be done in processing, and the front end would just be the normal touchscreen with a capacitive trigger layer on top.

The wif and myself had a couple bets last night at the local hop shop. That coupled with dehydration I actually crashed out pretty hard when I got home. Woke up about 15 minutes before my first alarm, fully clothed still. Five that point, my morning had been really mellow, even a little slow.
I got to the bus stop right on time, but there was no bus, barely any traffic. The sky could be described as powder-coated, from our house it was a uniform cold, dark grey. The bus was running behind, and no one was looking 100%, and now I wonder if my mood is giving the world to conform.
I mean, it’s obvious that’s not the case, but wouldn’t it be neat if I actually was the center of the everything?

I work because I get paid. I have no desire for the companionship of my fellow employees, no moral qualms about sloth, nor radical attachments to my work. When I’m paid, I work. If my employer wants to pay me to wear a stupid outfit, I wear the required outfit. If my employer wants to pay me to have no decorations at work, I have no decorations. Every once in a while, I think my matter of fact nature about this causes me grief. When I’m supposed to get all post because a bikini calendar is no longer okay, and I don’t give a solitary fuck, people get bitchy. I’m guessing this policy infringes upon someone’s manliness in the manly copy shop, with my acquiescence being tantamount with collaboration. Fuck em.

I am and have been a pacifist for something like seventeen years now. This isn’t be being all “foo, I burnt the cookies”, but more of “I’m Peter’s seething ball of unrequited rage”. I think I used unrequited right. I’ve actually forced myself to not externalize my anger, my desire for swift vengeance, that I’m not even sure I could hit someone in self-defense.
As a quick aside, this is not a call for help, nor a warning. I am, and will continue to be till my death of old age, a proponent of non-violent solutions to most every problem.
Back to my narrative. I’m play violent videogames; I watch violent movies; I read violent books. Occasionally though, I find bits of an angrier person slipping through. Prior to my understanding of the answer to many a teenage why, I identified with people like Tyler Durden, Peter (and to a lesser degree Patrick) Bateman, and Brom from Game of Thrones. Every once in a while I find myself confounded by the world I live in and I end up quoting some of my less nice influences. Today was that day.

“I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy.”

– American Psycho Brett Easton Ellis

The yellow eye, burning down my soul like an errant spark devouring a wilderness. I try to escape beneath the steel sky at work, but it’s unseen gaze is worse than it’s direct baleful glare. Like razors it flays my skin. Tearing asunder my flesh with the might of Grendel when exposed. Crushed under the suffocating weight of it when covered, like a modern Atlas.
Under this terrible burden I have been tasked a mighty deed. I will overcome. I will get ingredients for nachos on the way home. This I swear.