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Apr. 13th, 2006 @ 01:12 am on being a former hermit, part mcmxviii
Current Mood: cheerfulsocial
Current Music: Elliott Smith - Independence Day
Shit! I just spent two hours talking to people instead of...sitting at my computer feeling sorry for myself...and pretending to wo...

YES! I just spent two hours talking to people! :D

Also, I went to the third floor of King tonight to finish my Linear homework, and I discovered it had been overrun by tiny whirring robots. The Mind and Machine seminar was testing their Lego Mindstorms rovers, and the little buggers were clambering all over the place, trying to navigate their way down little magic-markered paths on a large sheet of paper the class had spread across the floor. So cute.

Observed a random bystander: "I wish all my friends were robots."
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Apr. 13th, 2006 @ 01:23 am sexy young bush
Current Mood: contentfuzzy
Current Music: Gumi - Catch You Catch Me (Cardcaptor Sakura)

I'm no more a fan of the Shrub than your typical neighborhood Obie, but flipping through this album makes it hard to hate him. As much. I mean, just look at the picture of him holding his newborn twins. Look how proud he looks. Is this the face of a man who would needlessly send thousands of American soldiers to their deaths?

Bush used to be such a nice guy. What the hell happened?
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Apr. 13th, 2006 @ 02:11 pm weapons of ass destruction
Recently I've been going into little-boy mode and designing impractical, anachronistic weapons. Normally it would go against my conscience to invent instruments of destruction, but these violate enough laws of physics (as well as common sense) that I don't think I have anything to worry about. Among them:

Shockblade: A heavy iron longsword with a rubber-coated hilt. Hidden in the cruciform guard is a powerful electromagnet, which can be activated via a thumb-switch. When it is on, the blade vibrates, making a low humming noise, and is imbued with a nasty electric current. Hard to parry with metal weapons, for obvious reasons, and against an armored foe it is deadly. The sword can also be set to generate charge in a capacitor as it is swung, which can eventually be released in a powerful electromagnetic shock that disables unshielded electronics.

Pistol-knives: A set of two perfectly balanced .45 magnum revolvers with curved bayonets affixed parallel to the tops of the barrels. (If you're thinking Squall's gunblade, you have the wrong idea--think smaller, more elegant, and with much shorter blades.) These are strictly dueling weapons, and are thus only effective at close to medium range. They primarily serve as knives, with the heavy weight of the pistols designed to overpower swords and daggers in a parry; the guns are usually only fired to deliver a riposte or a coup de grace. They are meant to be held in a monkey-style position to achieve maximum benefit from their balance and momentum. The bayonets have straight blades that taper at the ends, and are bent at an angle of about 135 degrees in the center. They are about four inches long, and their undersides are rifled. The barrel of each pistol is shorter than a typical Colt .45 because the curvature of the blades guides the bullets (and range isn't much of an issue for this weapon anyway). The handgrips curve up into the trigger guards, protecting the fingers from disarming strikes from knives and rapiers.

Pen-syringe: A fountain pen with a sharpened tip. Inside it is hidden a metal canister filled with pure hydrochloric acid; ejecting the pen releases it. Intended as an assassination weapon, but can be balanced for throwing--the pressure of impact causes the acid to shoot into the victim's bloodstream, like a syringe. The primary weapon of a ridiculous supervillain I invented in high school, known simply as The Raven, who carries hundreds of these in his shirt pocket. (He marks all his kills by etching lines from Poe on the corpses of his victims.)

Steam-powered greatsword: Output from the tiny alcohol-fuel steam engine makes it almost light enough to lift. Also delivers a small boost to help drive the blade through plate armor.

Pneumatic battering ram: Uses a crapload of compressed air to propel a tree trunk through a drawbridge (or over a castle wall, if the tree is light enough).

I have sketches of a few of these, but they're so bad I dare not show them to anyone.
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Apr. 13th, 2006 @ 10:06 pm mrrrf
Current Mood: predatorywoozy
Missed the opening of Day of the Night by thirty minutes, and they don't let people into Little Theater late. Am very disappointed in myself for not remembering until it was too late. I love Little Theater--it's where I've seen my two favorite shows ever, Falsettos and Songs for a New World--but I also like Day of the Night, and arrrrgh. Feeling down.

I did run into a really awesome mixed a capella group rehearsing in Tappan Square, though. New group--haven't heard them before. They have the kind of soft, lilting harmony that stiffens air and freezes candles. The voices of angels.

Still trying to figure out what song they were singing. Refrain goes something like "One together, and two alone/Three find a way to forever..."
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Apr. 13th, 2006 @ 10:40 pm hay fever you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind hey achoo!
Current Mood: angryallergic
Current Music: coldplay (roommate)

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