The Marquis

It’s a flying lawnmower.

Ok, it’s an R/C plane after all, but nifty looking.

I was digging through a kitchen drawer the other day and found an empty
butane grill lighter, when immediately my thoughts turned that Science Toys
link Rowantree posted about back in october.

a soldering iron and some wire later, I’ve got a nice little spark gap all ready for
a film can and some binaca fuel (the former of which I already had, the later of
which I acquired on the way to work.)

If it’s successful, I suppose there’s some woodworking in store to make the nice
cannon shape.

It’s lots of fun to just sit and spark the ignitor, too. Highly recommended.

Someone found and mirrored an escort service’s message board from ‘98.
Kinda an old style BBS thing keeping tabs on da bidness.

It’s both slightly sordid and surreal, kind of like demented disfunctional office,
with occasional gems like “Tori is now Brittany, and her rate has gone up to
$400.” and “FRANK, IF YOU’RE READING THIS THE PRINTER NEEDS
MORE BLACK INK”

A single star in the sky.

I did it! I made the north star just right. Boy was the King of All Cosmos
stunned. “What is this. Can this be? Is it even permitted?”
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Just heard on npr this morning that the parent company of WHFS (the one
decent rock/alt/whatever station in the DC/baltimore area back when I was in
highs school and home from college) decided it was more lucrative to go
spanish language format. Not that I’m ever up there to listen to it, but waaaah. Heck, not like I listen to much of anything on the radio, either.

I remeber being amused at their station identity breaks, they’d say things
like “WHFS, now with wings for extra protection” or “90 minutes of music every
hour, guaranteed, or you owe us $1,000,000″.

I was trying to get the damn rocket bear, but got waylaid by a large bear
floating along on balloons. At least the KoAC was pleased with the size
of the bear, but still.
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by way of Fark. A song about Schnappi the crocodile made up by a 4 year old,
has soared to the top of the charts. German ones, that is.

Perhaps our resident krazy kraut can translate for the deutsch impaired?

Small daughter pictures.

And yes, in the one entitled daddymadethis, it does indeed read “baka” in
katakana, even if the daku are hard to read due to the way the sweater is
folding in the upper left.

Whenever I’m shopping at the Teeter, I try to get a cart with a 00N number.
That way I can pretend it’d be all right for me to do in anyone that irritates me
in the grocery store.

I got Doom3 for christmas, and it’s been fairly amusing.
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