De par ma chandelle verte!

These watches, they are awesome. I cannot figure out how half of them are supposed to tell time...

But do the Borg really care what time it is?

D:

(I still want one though)

OK.

Energy = waves, and since matter is energy then matter is also waves.

Actually, better stated, our only method of perceiving matter is in the form of wave detection. Vision, sound, even touch and smell are based on detecting waves, often of microscopic particles and then parsing this information through the brain to create a holographic reality for ourselves.

So vibrations are circular manifestations of (kinetic?) energy, and Sine waves describe the motion around the circumference of a circle. I.e., waves do not actually radiate they describe circular paths. Frequency is a measure of orbital speed.

All waves/energy (here it is describing the same phenomenon) have origins - a place from which they radiate. However, since they do not radiate the fact is that the energy itself is its own origin.

Energy moving at speed creates observable phenomena such as electricity, matter, light, etc.

Also I think that if space was cylindrical, to traverse a circular path at every distance from a given point at the same speed would take the same amount of time, unlike on a plane where the same speed nearer the center causes one to circle the point sooner than someone further from it.

D:

At work, the radio is usually on all night. It's tuned to some horrible "family friendly" soft rock station. For some reason the Russians insist on putting it on that channel, presumably because the only songs they know the words to are horrible soft rock hits from American movies (a la Grease and Top Gun) and crappy 80s Brit bands. They also like the newer things on there and are always asking the Americans the names of the songs and who sings them--which none of us know because we do not listen to that crap.

Anyway, the family friendliness is apparently the only selling point for this station, so every time they break for identification, they harp on that. In particular, there is an ad with a customer testimonial saying something along the lines of, "I love it, we can listen with the kids in the car and we all sing along!"

Last night, they had one of these station IDs selling how they are so kid friendly, but when they came back what should be playing? I couldn't believe it when it started up, the irony was too delicious: "Do you want my body" by Rod Stewart! The image that sprang to mind was your average nuclear family of four, zipping down the highway in the left lane at 45mph in their Ford Taurus station wagon, all rocking side-to-side in time and singing along with the radio.

That made the rest of the night so much more bearable :D

The other day I burned myself on the inside of my forearm, resulting in an impressive, silver-dollar sized blister rising up within five minutes. I also burned the opposite side of my arm (a result of sticking my hands where they don't belong, heh), but not nearly as badly. So I took care of my blister and I held it aloft to let the fluid drain and didn't puncture it. I even bought some huge band-aids to stick over it when I was at work to prevent further molestation by scorching devices. And after I'd slept it was completely painless anyway and didn't give me a hard time.

But last night I managed to tap that other side that wasn't burned as badly against the underside of the platen on the grill, and of course it was directly on the part that I already burned. It hurt A LOT but it didn't seem that badly burned, until I left that morning. Then I looked down and saw that not only did I have an even larger blister than had been on the other side, it was weeping all down my arm and shit. Okay, nothing that would have gotten in food and contaminated it, just that there were a couple beads of liquid. It was gross but not a food safety hazard. I made a half-hearted attempt at irrigating it later, and liquid came out of all the hair follicles and it was excruciating and slow and I went to sleep instead.

So I had to go get antibiotic shit to smear on it, and just when I thought I was free of those stupid, hair-ripping band-aids of doom that I only wore at night, I am stuck having to put one on all day so I don't get an infection or leave nasty crust on surfaces I may accidentally brush against. I could just let it alone, except that it's also turned cold outside so I have to wear long sleeves to keep from dying. Dammit. And not only does the band-aid pull my hair every time I twist my arm, the blister is still really painful twelve hours later so it's like throb throb RIP ow throb burn RIP D: D: D:

On the bright side, the original blister has completely gone down and now I have only an ugly red burn mark about two inches across. :)

I guess I'll have to wrap my whole fucking arm in gauze or something. Maybe wear asbestos gloves at work. Something. I never used to be this accident prone, seriously. What happened? And why doesn't McDonalds serve beer, goddammit.

I wish vox had a gay little p-chat/oekaki thing so I could scribble stupid shit and save it right to my account when I'm incoherent but full of the need to share.

But I can't draw anymore so it would be sad and embarassing and I would just delete it the next day.

Here is a butt: (_))

The end.

Hey i bought some kiwis for 33 cents apiece. And a pound of strawberries for $1.50. :O

I actually don't like strawberries much, and as a result of my job detest the smell of frozen ones, but I couldn't resist.  They are not very good: too sour from being artificially ripened. Dole sucks. The kiwis though, holy crap they are good. I got the kind that are not so fuzzy, because peeling them is a pain in the ass. The skin is a little sour but the inside is RIDICULOUSLY SWEET AND DELICIOUS :D

Hey, I don't get fruit much so I'm allowed to go on about how awesome it is, dammit.

Speaking of outdoor amusements, this is kind of old news, but still hilarious: LOL Crocs.

OK BYE!

The other night I was taking a nap in my car just before going to work, just reclining in the driver's seat with three windows open to get a breeze. As is usually my luck (and it happened TWICE last night on the thruway, but I digress), a bunch of irritating and noisy assholes decided to park RIGHT BESIDE ME despite a nearly-empty parking lot of other choices. In this case it was two girls and a guy, apparently of high school or college age. You know the kind of morons I'm talking about. Anyway, the girl in the back seat was obviously stoned or drunk, and kept yelling and arguing with the other two. From what I could tell of their conversation they were waiting for another carful of assholes to join them.

So, I rolled up the window by my head, being the back driver's side window, to shut out some of the noise. I should emphasize that at no point did I raise up enough for anybody to see me, nor did I see any of them during this exchange.

"OH MY GOD!" comes this yell from the back seat. "THAT WINDOW JUST ROLLED UP BY ITSELF!! HOLY FUCK!!"
"What are you talking about?" says the guy, not appearing to believe her.
"That window. It was down a minute ago. THAT IS FUCKED UP!"
"Oh man, there's somebody in that car!" the guy says, and they crank the engine and haul ass out of there.

That was special.

So what is up with obnoxious idiots deciding to park next to the ONLY CAR in a desolated parking lot? Do they crave the illusion of having a companion in the world, since their irritating nature drives all others from them? Or am I just cursed? Because that guy last night with the malfunctioning car alarm that woke me up FIVE TIMES in an hour was fucking lucky I didn't have a ball bat in my car. If this phenomenon exists abundantly in nature, and I would be surprised if it didn't, I propose to call it "Asshole Magnetism": The unquenchable desire of social miscreants, incompetents, and undesirables to juxtapose their vehicle with another rather than risk exposure and possible persecution by parking alone.

OK so you know how scientists are like, "99% of our genetic material is just waste that's left over from evolution" and all that, right? Or I guess it's scientists - it gets passed off like they're the ones saying that, at any rate.

Well, what if it's not all waste but think about this: It's a huge storage bank of all the little switches, off and on positions for each, for each aspect of our make-up. Essentially it would be like a gene for every possible environmental scenario given the right combination of on and off switches. So there's a huge number that are switched off in our case, or in the case of most animals, because it only actually takes a tiny percentage to create each specie for our current environment.

But like, (and wow, how does vox know when i'm making a new paragraph? this is creepy....), what if environment played more of a role in deciding which genes become active than just natural selection? What if the giraffes with long necks were able to reach a new kind of food which had some chemical in it which acted upon their reproductive cells and caused that gene to become switched on (or off), leading to that particular (and probably some other traits) becoming dominant in the offspring? Or what if a substance in the grass actually REPRESSED the long necked genes and giraffes were just long-necked to start with?

In this way you wouldn't need to rely upon "mutation" to create abberations or "new" traits - handy, since to my knowledge the closest thing to beneficial and species-generational mutation we've managed in the lab has been "well it didn't kill it anyway" :\ So, the genes for adapting are already present, and new things can also be added via mutation, it just keeps mutation from being the only tenuous method of alteration available to the theory. After all, mutation DOES exist and does account for some species variation, but I still have my doubts as to the ability of mutation to create whole new species even given loads of time. That's playing darts blindfolded :\

I DUNNO I have a sci-fi mind not a scientific mind. I just thought it was a cool idea. I'm sure if I bothered to research it, my dreams would be dashed like roadkill in the snow :)

GAAAAAAAAAAAAY. D:

Every time we have a lightning storm, half the city loses power. I think this has happened two or three times this month. What the hell!? Last night it went out while I was at the library and they made me leave so they could close early. And then when I went to the mall to get out of the heat, guess what? Generators keeping minimal functions going; most of the stores were closed. Nearly every traffic light in the entire region was dead, all the way up to Halfmoon and probably beyond. The radio said basically that there were more people without power than with in the ENTIRE REGION. WHY?

There was also no godfucking internet anywhere. Barbaric! D:

I was going to buy a ticket for the midnight showing of the harry potter film tonight, but seeing as how there might not be any electric, I decided against it.

I made up for it by spending $20 on a meal and then going to see Transformers instead. But it was really good! The film, I mean. The lunch - aside from the drinks, was less than savory and took forever to get (busy restaurant, lunchtime, I get it but still...). But yeah, despite being a huge commercial for GM, it was a great movie on all counts. The robots even make that ghey noise they did in the cartoons back in the day. However, I don't recommend digital projection to anybody, because it does that thing that some of the lower-end flat televisions and monitors do, where you get this freaky pixel-rippling effect whenever the camera pans past something, especially water with a lot of sunlight reflected, trees, and apparently also robots rolling around and flying and doing battle for two hours pretty much non-stop. Nauseating. Analog projection for me, thanks.

Speaking of nauseating, I tried the treadmill at the gym. I like that it has fans on it. I like the idea of a treadmill, and I liked the workout I got from it because it's hard to walk outside when it's 94F and 80% humidity with so much ozone you get winded walking to your car. What I didn't like was stepping off it and feeling like I was still moving, then nearly tossing my cookies as I lurched over to the stationary bikes so I could get my legs back under me. But I get sick on elevators and I have to walk up and down escalators to keep from being dizzy for half an hour after I get off them. So you see where I'm coming from. In retrospect, I should have known better. :\

OK! So, Albany and General Grid suck huge hairy goat dongs (and tonsils), treadmills are the devil's concubine, and Transformers rocked. Also this library has a pretty extensive collection of comics so I am getting kind of caught up on the past ten years or so of comic history, or at least Hellboy anyway haha.

And I caught part of an episode of Doctor Who on Sci-Fi and it sucked, but it was because I always catch the episodes where one of the companions is leaving, and she was being a big weepy cunt about it which ruined it for me. But it seemed like now that she's gone maybe the series will be okay. I dunno! There were Daleks anyway! It was on mute and I was reading captions until the elderly couple next to me turned the next television to Dr. Phil and the volume up to 500,000,000Db, forcing me to channel my mental energy into a huge telepathic bitch slap which caused them to leave but also to hide the remote. :(