Swish, swish, swish... (sound of broom sweeping).
Well, I haven't gone totally mental, yet. My class does seem to be getting easier as time goes on. Maybe the summer class deal isn't so bad after all.
This will be a short post, I am very tired. Seems I have someone who likes to keep me "up" late. Who can say no to a pretty face?
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
The Great Rubber Band Debacle, Part Deux
Happy day! The Alliance Pale Gold Crepe, Size 62 rubber bands have finally arrived. All is well in the world. At height of the crisis, the following were involved in ensuring the proper rubber bands were used: (1) product engineer, (1) engineering manager, (1) engineering secretary, (1) customer service supervisor, (1) customer service rep., (1) value added manufacturing supervisor, (1) field sales rep., (1) mechanical engineer and I believe a partridge in a pear tree may have been involved.
Well, I had my first graduate class last night. Seems the class started last Thursday, not last night like the rest of the classes. That puts me about the equivalent of one week behind, luckily the professor is giving me a chance to catch up. I think this will be my first and last summer course I take. Cramming 15 weeks worth of knowledge into 6 weeks is about as painful as it sounds.
In other news, I just read that Lew Anderson has passed away at the age of 84. RIP Clarabell.
Well, I had my first graduate class last night. Seems the class started last Thursday, not last night like the rest of the classes. That puts me about the equivalent of one week behind, luckily the professor is giving me a chance to catch up. I think this will be my first and last summer course I take. Cramming 15 weeks worth of knowledge into 6 weeks is about as painful as it sounds.
In other news, I just read that Lew Anderson has passed away at the age of 84. RIP Clarabell.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Oh Joy, Pictures!!!
OK, I think I figured out how to post pictures. I'm not retarded after all.
These photos were taken last Sunday as I wandered aimlessly through Harrisburg, PA. I will post more later.
Front of Dauphin County Courthouse
Abandoned Railroad tracks
Looking North on Front Street
Grave of John Harris
These photos were taken last Sunday as I wandered aimlessly through Harrisburg, PA. I will post more later.
Front of Dauphin County Courthouse
Abandoned Railroad tracks
Looking North on Front Street
Grave of John Harris
Thursday, May 11, 2006
The Great Rubber Band Debacle
Hello all,
Still haven't figured out the picture posting thingy...
I have been warned about mixing blogging and work, but here goes, anyway. I am an electrical engineer. In college I took 9 credits of calculus, including differential equations, 9 credits of physics through quantum physics and other miscellaneous interesting, but often painful classes. OK, back on track. One of my more recent projects I have tackled is how to ship parts to one of my customers without the rubber band around them breaking. After many hours of troubleshooting, meetings and general head scratching, it was determined that not all rubber bands are created equal. It turns out that the Alliance Pale Gold Crepe, size 62 is the creme de la creme of rubber bands. Those of you considering a career in engineering can now see the exciting type of project to which you may end up applying all that good knowlege.
Free Peters!!!
Still haven't figured out the picture posting thingy...
I have been warned about mixing blogging and work, but here goes, anyway. I am an electrical engineer. In college I took 9 credits of calculus, including differential equations, 9 credits of physics through quantum physics and other miscellaneous interesting, but often painful classes. OK, back on track. One of my more recent projects I have tackled is how to ship parts to one of my customers without the rubber band around them breaking. After many hours of troubleshooting, meetings and general head scratching, it was determined that not all rubber bands are created equal. It turns out that the Alliance Pale Gold Crepe, size 62 is the creme de la creme of rubber bands. Those of you considering a career in engineering can now see the exciting type of project to which you may end up applying all that good knowlege.
Free Peters!!!
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
I'm A Museum Groupie
I was hoping to post some pics, but it seems either I am a total retard or blogger isn't cooperating with me. Probably a little of each. So, anyhoo, I realized this weekend I have accidentally become a museum groupie. Oh, and I coined a new (as far as I know) blog term. Blacker = blog + slacker (n) one who does not post on a schedule soon enough as to please their blog buddies. Ok, back to the museum groupie business: my ex-wife works in the museum field, she is doing basically the same job now that she did before I helped her through 4 years of college (note bitterness) and my new "significant other" interns at a museum. Totally by coincidence, of course, but enough to make me a museum groupie. Which is fine by me, I do enjoy museums... just one of many quirks that make up the freakiness that is me. Hopefully I figure out how to post pics soon, I have some good ones, in my not-so-humble opinion, to share.
TTFN, Brian
TTFN, Brian
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Das Bier Ist Gut!
Well, I was voted into the Lancaster Liederkranz tonight. http://lancasterliederkranz.com/index.htm
As a result, I may have been "delta-uniform-india". Those of you who have been in the service know exactly what I am talking about. I drank from the "boot", a Deutscher custom.
Ok, Carnealian, http://carnealian.blogspot.com , my most favorite blog buddy, suggested I:
1. Grab the nearest book
2. Open it to page 123
3. Find the fifth sentence
4. Copy it onto your blog/journal along with these instructions
"She was being carried into the yard, her arms around firm, powerful shoulders."
So the fifth sentence on page 123 of the nearest book is: "TRUST-To what degree and on what levels am I willing to let the other person gain access to the things about me that I don't want everybody to know?" Which is from Adult Children Of Alcoholics by Janet Woititz. Yes, I understand the irony of a child of an alcoholic being "delta-uniform-india", so there is no need to point it out to me. My mother is a recovering alcoholic, which for the first 35 years of my life defined me. It was only after my 14 year marriage fell apart that I found the strength within myself to heal from the scars of my life as a child of an alcoholic. Funny how it takes a tragedy in our lives to make us fix ourselves. I'm much better, now and in a strange way I am glad my marriage fell apart, if it hadn't, I never would have met "C".
Well, obli-di, obli-da, life goes on...
As a result, I may have been "delta-uniform-india". Those of you who have been in the service know exactly what I am talking about. I drank from the "boot", a Deutscher custom.
Ok, Carnealian, http://carnealian.blogspot.com , my most favorite blog buddy, suggested I:
1. Grab the nearest book
2. Open it to page 123
3. Find the fifth sentence
4. Copy it onto your blog/journal along with these instructions
"She was being carried into the yard, her arms around firm, powerful shoulders."
So the fifth sentence on page 123 of the nearest book is: "TRUST-To what degree and on what levels am I willing to let the other person gain access to the things about me that I don't want everybody to know?" Which is from Adult Children Of Alcoholics by Janet Woititz. Yes, I understand the irony of a child of an alcoholic being "delta-uniform-india", so there is no need to point it out to me. My mother is a recovering alcoholic, which for the first 35 years of my life defined me. It was only after my 14 year marriage fell apart that I found the strength within myself to heal from the scars of my life as a child of an alcoholic. Funny how it takes a tragedy in our lives to make us fix ourselves. I'm much better, now and in a strange way I am glad my marriage fell apart, if it hadn't, I never would have met "C".
Well, obli-di, obli-da, life goes on...
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
1st Amendment and Other Musings
Hello all,
Earlier I was cutting the grass, which strangely enough I find to be very thereputic. While mowing I started thinking of a conversation I had this weekend... the discussion was about the exact moment when one goes from being the smart ass , punk kid causing trouble to the old crank bitching about the smart ass, punk kid causing trouble. I have come to the conclusion that the exact moment is when you write the first mortgage check for your own house.
On to 1st amendment business. I am a soldier, which I have been both full and part time, for over 17 years now. With each enlistment or reenlistment, you take an oath to defend the constitution of the United States. My favorite amendment is the 1st: "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances." Why do I mention this now, you ask? Well, I am a big fan of free speech and since I have sworn to defend it to the death, if needed, I feel I should take full advantage and exercise my rights. So if words and phrases like: fuck, shit, asshole, sperm burping come dumpster, ass clown, ass hat, douche bag, cunt, cock, clitoris, butt pirate, bitch, ass spelunker, nipple, blow job, sloppy wet pussy, fuck stain, fucker, mother fucker, father fucker, uncle fucker, dick head, retard, gimp, needle dick bug fucker or tuna taco offend you, please go read someone else's blog. Consider yourself warned.
Earlier I was cutting the grass, which strangely enough I find to be very thereputic. While mowing I started thinking of a conversation I had this weekend... the discussion was about the exact moment when one goes from being the smart ass , punk kid causing trouble to the old crank bitching about the smart ass, punk kid causing trouble. I have come to the conclusion that the exact moment is when you write the first mortgage check for your own house.
On to 1st amendment business. I am a soldier, which I have been both full and part time, for over 17 years now. With each enlistment or reenlistment, you take an oath to defend the constitution of the United States. My favorite amendment is the 1st: "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances." Why do I mention this now, you ask? Well, I am a big fan of free speech and since I have sworn to defend it to the death, if needed, I feel I should take full advantage and exercise my rights. So if words and phrases like: fuck, shit, asshole, sperm burping come dumpster, ass clown, ass hat, douche bag, cunt, cock, clitoris, butt pirate, bitch, ass spelunker, nipple, blow job, sloppy wet pussy, fuck stain, fucker, mother fucker, father fucker, uncle fucker, dick head, retard, gimp, needle dick bug fucker or tuna taco offend you, please go read someone else's blog. Consider yourself warned.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Greetings!
Well, I was always asked: "if everyone else jumped off a bridge, would you?" I was starting to feel left out of this blogging business, so I have opened shop.
The past few weeks have been incredible for me. After months of being in a deep depression, I am finally coming out of my deep blue funk & I feel more alive than I have in years. Is it the spring weather or is it the absolutely incredible woman I have met?Who knows, and does it really matter? I am happy and that is all that counts. "C", if you're reading this, thank you!!!
I have become almost too good at occupying my mind and keeping myself busy, doctors orders to pull myself out of the depression, of course. In a couple weeks I will be starting on my masters in Engineering Science. It is both scary and exciting at the same time. Not too shabby for someone who flunked out of college on the first attempt, is it?
Well enough rambling here. TTFN, Brian
The past few weeks have been incredible for me. After months of being in a deep depression, I am finally coming out of my deep blue funk & I feel more alive than I have in years. Is it the spring weather or is it the absolutely incredible woman I have met?Who knows, and does it really matter? I am happy and that is all that counts. "C", if you're reading this, thank you!!!
I have become almost too good at occupying my mind and keeping myself busy, doctors orders to pull myself out of the depression, of course. In a couple weeks I will be starting on my masters in Engineering Science. It is both scary and exciting at the same time. Not too shabby for someone who flunked out of college on the first attempt, is it?
Well enough rambling here. TTFN, Brian
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