Month: September 2006
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Timing closure
Saturday… me being a Guild Whore, tackling a quest log (dwarfed only by my Project Stack) as a travelling-salesman optimization problem. Meanwhile, attempting (with no success, yet) to load an .iso of Shadow of the Colossus with HDloader. Eventually gave up on both of those and crashed for the night. Had a dream that night…
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mYpod : my CompactFlash-based, in-dash mp3 player
Yay…after all this being too busy, too lazy, or any number of other excuses, one more project finally off my stack. The “mYpod”* is a small CompactFlash-based mp3 player I built from leftover spare parts from a bottom-secret government project, free samples and a standalone mp3 decoder chip. (Click thumbnails for larger image) Features: Supports…
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0b00011010 // Happy birthday to me…
I was driving to work this morning, which takes me past Tufts…so I was enjoying the scenery, and that’s when it hit me. “Oh, fuck, it’s happened. I’ve become a dirty old man.” * * * I mentioned this revelation to GG and the ‘Nator in the lab. They were proud of me. Said I…
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Labor day Chicago trip
Some pictures I think I’ve been forgetting what I actually made this here blog thing for – jotting down all the stuff I do, people I hang out with, etc. So anyway…Chicago trip from Labor Day. It was a 10-4 week, so I got the friday off “for free”. The only decent flight I could…
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Void Where Prohibited: The Phantom Urinator strikes again!
At work today we had a meeting in which we discussed toilets. We talk about toilets way too much. Figure 1: Toilets, and the discussion thereof, are thouroughly appreciated by everybody. Anyway, for at least the last few weeks or so, there has been a problem with leaks in the men’s room. Specifically, somebody taking…
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The Slimeball Shuffle
Today I received my VIP invitation to the Women’s Financial Conference. …uncomfortable pause… Right now, you’re probably wondering a few things. Like, “is there something you haven’t told me?”, or, “did the operation hurt?” No, I haven’t been in for a change of equipment. But at least I know where they got my name*. Fuckin’…