Thursday, August 26, 2004
Saturday, August 21, 2004
I think the best part about being a guy (besides peeing standing up) is fixin' stuff. Its especially nice that you don't actually have to know how things work to fix them.
So my dad's new wife (which is working out great, she's making the house not look like a dump anymore and keeping my dad in line) fried the microwave while cleaning it. That should be a lesson in and of itself. Anyway, my dad and I decide that we're gonna fix it, so we just start taking the thing apart. We don't know how microwaves work, or what's wrong with the thing, but we're just goin' for it. So we get the whole thing apart and we actually find the problem: the circuit on the keypad got fried and there's an open. So we (ingeniously) take fibers out of some wire layin' around and patch the open circuit, and it was working, except there were still some connections not complete, so we thought maybe the connecting cable back to the circuit board was messed, so my dad sanded the connectors to try and clean them, but it turns out that they were just made of a thin film of metal over plastic, so the sanding took the metal right off, and basically ruined the cable.
So, we can (kind of) fix things without knowing how they work, but we can kind of break things that way, too.
So my dad's new wife (which is working out great, she's making the house not look like a dump anymore and keeping my dad in line) fried the microwave while cleaning it. That should be a lesson in and of itself. Anyway, my dad and I decide that we're gonna fix it, so we just start taking the thing apart. We don't know how microwaves work, or what's wrong with the thing, but we're just goin' for it. So we get the whole thing apart and we actually find the problem: the circuit on the keypad got fried and there's an open. So we (ingeniously) take fibers out of some wire layin' around and patch the open circuit, and it was working, except there were still some connections not complete, so we thought maybe the connecting cable back to the circuit board was messed, so my dad sanded the connectors to try and clean them, but it turns out that they were just made of a thin film of metal over plastic, so the sanding took the metal right off, and basically ruined the cable.
So, we can (kind of) fix things without knowing how they work, but we can kind of break things that way, too.
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
So I went road trippin' with my favorite allies (except for the #1, who's busy road trippin' with my replacement) this weekend, and so I tried Vegas from the tourist perspective this time: It's a lot more tiring. I'm still worn out.
By far the coolest attraction (or at least the best, even if cool isn't quite the word to describe it) was the Star Trek Experience at the Hilton. Not only is there the most comprehensive timeline ever to show the events of the 25th century, and two great interactive rides (are they really rides, though?) including a replica of the Enterprise bridge that was so realistic that I almost had a heart-attack, and the best Star Trek gift show this side of StarLand (how many not-only's am I allowed?), but the best part was that they actually brought in aliens from the 25th century and we got to talk to them at Quark's bar. I got threatened by a Klingon 'cause he thought my red shirt meant I was a ranking officer, and I bought some Betazoid prostitutes from the Ferrengi that ran the bar, and we talked to some Borgs. Now, I know what you're thinking: You can't talk to Borgs (that is what you were thinking, right?). Well, we talked to 3 of 6, who explained to us that he was among the Borgs that had been severed from the collective and had regained his sense of individuality (There was another Borg who had only recently been separated from the collective and hadn't yet learned to interact with humans, so he just stared at you like you'd expect from a Borg).
I'm sure you're wondering, so I'll tell you how a conversation goes with a Borg: First, we just wanted to know where the bathroom was, and we thought we wouldn't be able to communicate with the Borg to ask him, but he explained that he'd been separated from the collective, and he told us where the bathroom was, and wished us "Success on your urination." Later, he came by our table and inquired as to how my urination went. Everyone started laughing, so 3 of 6 asked if they laughed because it doesn't usually go well, and I said, "Well, sometimes I get a little stage fright," which apparently even Borgs understand: "Acknowledged," the Borg said (sympathetically). He then went on to tell us that he was scanning the area for <insert techno-babble here>, which we didn't understand, but we all acknowledged.
Just when you thought that I was over Star Trek, I get assimilated; I've been watching it on Sci-Fi every afternoon since I've been back home.
By far the coolest attraction (or at least the best, even if cool isn't quite the word to describe it) was the Star Trek Experience at the Hilton. Not only is there the most comprehensive timeline ever to show the events of the 25th century, and two great interactive rides (are they really rides, though?) including a replica of the Enterprise bridge that was so realistic that I almost had a heart-attack, and the best Star Trek gift show this side of StarLand (how many not-only's am I allowed?), but the best part was that they actually brought in aliens from the 25th century and we got to talk to them at Quark's bar. I got threatened by a Klingon 'cause he thought my red shirt meant I was a ranking officer, and I bought some Betazoid prostitutes from the Ferrengi that ran the bar, and we talked to some Borgs. Now, I know what you're thinking: You can't talk to Borgs (that is what you were thinking, right?). Well, we talked to 3 of 6, who explained to us that he was among the Borgs that had been severed from the collective and had regained his sense of individuality (There was another Borg who had only recently been separated from the collective and hadn't yet learned to interact with humans, so he just stared at you like you'd expect from a Borg).
I'm sure you're wondering, so I'll tell you how a conversation goes with a Borg: First, we just wanted to know where the bathroom was, and we thought we wouldn't be able to communicate with the Borg to ask him, but he explained that he'd been separated from the collective, and he told us where the bathroom was, and wished us "Success on your urination." Later, he came by our table and inquired as to how my urination went. Everyone started laughing, so 3 of 6 asked if they laughed because it doesn't usually go well, and I said, "Well, sometimes I get a little stage fright," which apparently even Borgs understand: "Acknowledged," the Borg said (sympathetically). He then went on to tell us that he was scanning the area for <insert techno-babble here>, which we didn't understand, but we all acknowledged.
Just when you thought that I was over Star Trek, I get assimilated; I've been watching it on Sci-Fi every afternoon since I've been back home.
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
I made a radio station, check it out: Radio Provo Platinum. Its kinda just going through my music library for now. If you're rad, tell me and I'll make you a DJ. Isn't this neat?
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