Goggles!

My first pair of goggles is semi complete. Bronzed eyepieces on black. (Plastic) I have the idea to try a fake leather finish on the black plastic, but if that doesn't work I can always pretend the shiny plastic is patent leather, right?

Anyhow, I have started work on the second pair of goggles which I am going to try to do in silver (aluminum) and bronze (bronze). The second pair is actually better for me anyway as they fit over my glasses which is helpful since then I can also see whilst wearing them. Yays for vision!

Update:
Picture maybe? Also look on Facebook to see me sporting them.


Late Update:
Also, yays for run-on sentences.

Little Bastards, an Update

Apparently the delicacy in my laundry basket was not my socks. It was one of my shirts. A shirt that was, till this time, in quite good condition. And one of my favorites, too. It is now fit only for use in religious services. Seeing as how holey it is. Little bastard fucks! Why couldn't they have eaten one of my black shirts. I have a surfeit of black shirts. Maybe they don't taste as good.

Little bastards.

Stop Pushing

See? I update! I update!

You know, sometimes. Like now! When somebody tells me that I have not done so recently enough. Of course, I have nothing much to say. Well, that's not exactly true. I have lots of things to say but I don't really feel that this is the time or place for confession.

So let me share with you a little problem I have. Ants. In my laundry. In the house I am in right now, the laundry area is right next to the front door. That seems very odd to me, but nobody asked my opinion so there you have it. So I had been leaving a laundry basket near the washer and tossing dirty clothes in there for a while. It seemed preferable to having them all over the floor. But the other day I happened to notice (I never use the front door) a line of ants snaking (along the grout lines) from the door to the laundry basket. And lo and behold but the laundry is covered with freaking ants. Especially my socks. Why do they like my socks so damn much?

They're not even particularly nice socks. Just white crew lengths that I'm sure I bought at Wal-Mart back when going to that hell hole was convenient. I'm quite sure my floor is not a sterile environment. There is surely a crumb or two that the broom has missed. (I never sweep under the couches.) So why the pilgrimage to my socks? I do not understand.

And I have to admit that there is a (small) part of me that would like to let things remain as they are to see if they would eventually devour my socks completely. Or maybe everything but the lycra. The other, smarter, part of me is determined to find the source of the ants and pour poison all the fuck over it.

Eyeglass Loupes

That's what they are called. Also, this costuming thing is going to be expensive. Relatively so, at least. It looks like I will be spending on pants, shirt, and vest (1 each) what I normally spend all year on clothes. (Un)surprisingly, the thrift stores near me do not have a large selection of Victorian era clothing.

So, I have welders goggles on the way. I suppose I should go ahead and order the shirt/pants/vest so that I have a chance of getting them before Halloween. But I am not usually one to spend money like this, so I have been dithering and procrastinating rather than placing the order.

Gah!

Character

I have decided (for about the, oh, 8th time) that I am going to wear a costume to next years DragonCon. However, unlike every other year when I have made this decision I have actually done something about it. (I'm as surprised as you are. I'll try not to let this go to my head.)

To the end of creating an ultra-cool Steam-punk costume for next year I have ordered...wait for it...welders goggles! Not to actually do any welding, of course. But as requisite Steam-punk wear. (OK, inside joke with Kr4ster...) Anyhow, I have not been able to find any of the much cooler lenses that some people sported at the con, so goggles it will be until then.

And modding the goggles will give me some practice in making things look steamy anyhow. So it will be helpful for the rest of the costume. Next step, vest, pants, shirt, pocket-watch! Pocket-watch? To the consignment stores to see what I can find! (Because ordering that stuff online is seriously expensive. I checked.)

Caaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn!

Because I didn't want the title of the post to be Cooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnn. Because then people would read it with the 'oo' sound rather than the 'ah' sound. Stupid english language.

So. Back from Dragoncon. It was great. I had a great time even though I did not get drunk at all the entire weekend. Some great panels. Some great ideas. Got to see James Randi live in person. (He _is_ quite short.) Took loads of pictures. Friend me on Facebook if you want to see some of them. Send me a message if you want to see all of them. Oh yeah.

That's Uncle To You

Fester that is. Festering like a scrotal boil. Best description for this blog.

It mocks me with its complete lack of updates. Maybe I should put it out of its misery.

Oh...before I forget. Gladius is a very boring game. It starts off OK. But it gets old very, very fast. And the barbarian princess that sounds like a gum-popping, nearly valley girl, high school chica? Slightly amusing at first. But the unintended humor wears off.

OK, I posted something, damnit. Not that I expect anyone to read this. Wheee!

Ah, to be young again.

So I called the Grimmlet on New Year's Eve. "Do you know what today is?"

There followed a listing of activities engaged in earlier in the day.

"No, today is a semi-special day. It's New Year's Eve. Do you know what that means?"

"No."

"Well, today is the last day of 2007. And tomorrow is the first day of 2000..."

"2008! 2008! 2008!" (Screamed with all the copious excitement that a four year old can bring to bear.)

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This year I resolve to be less anti-social and actually go to a new year's eve party if invited.

Riffin'

...in my 5.0. Ragtop down so my hair can blow.

Scratch that.

...on Taco's recent post. Because until I read it I was pretty sure I would have to shutter the blog for lack of anything interesting to say.

Oh, except that I have to admit to being outsmarted by the Grimmlet. She is 1/8th of my age and she totally outsmarted me. Obviously, it is high time I started to cheat.

Right. So, riffing. Paranoia. Me. Caffeine. Acute. One word sentences. Suck.

Okay then. Back to me and caffeine. We don't mix well, as it turns out. I never built up a tolerance as a young adult, so I have mostly fillings free teeth. (One natural cavity was filled when I was quite young. Hmm...let me get back on whether the cavity was natural. My memory could be going tricksy on me.)

At any rate, caffeine and I do not get along so well. Sometimes I forget this and take a little caffeine. Sometimes that is not so bad. I had a cherry pepsi today that has not yet adversely affected me, in fact. But other times it gets real mean. And makes me freaking paranoid. Or panicky. Or adrenaline rushy. Or something. I start getting this feeling that I am about to be attacked. Not you average cubicle mauling, either. It's going to be, like, 50 extra dimensional ninja assassins coming after me all at once. And I have to be ready. And I know it's going to happen because I realize that my heart is racing and I have adrenaline coursing through my system and I am starting to get twitchy and it's hard to concentrate and shit I drank amountain dewwhat thehell wasithinking shitshitshit fuckaretheygoingto jumpoutofthewallsand maybeidbettertakealittlewalkaretheybehindthe waterfountainibettheyarethosesneakybastards. Also, I think it may not like my digestive system too much. Never drink anything caffeinated before a big presentation. Bad news. And sometimes it makes me stay awake when I want to sleep but it never helps me stay awake when I want to stay awake. Why is that?

But it's better than alcohol because I don't want to curl up in a ball and die within a minute of drinking it. On the (plus?) side it doesn't make me cough up blood. I'm just not that lucky.

Earbuds Are Dangerous

Cause I'm sitting here at work rocking out to The Beatles and I am in much danger (there's that word again) of starting to sing out loud and make a fool out myself. For those of you following along at home, that would be a bigger fool out of myself. It's weird though. When I play music through the speakers on my desk I have never had this problem. But the earbuds apparently make the music too immediate, to personal, or something. Or it may be that I just really needed to catch a little Beatlemania right now.

Oh wait, no, I just realized what happened here. I queued up some Beatles this morning when I got in. Then later I was reading a complete stranger(who is apparently the friend of an incomplete stranger)'s blog and he mentioned going back in time to witness the British Invasion. And then I started to imagine it too. And then my Beatles selections started playing. And then I started with the false memories and damn it, why did they break up? Was it really Yoko?

Hmmm, Tripp may have been more right than he knew about the lack of time travellers as evidence against time travel. But it's not so much that The Beatles appearance on Ed Sullivan would have going to be packed with future voyeurs, but that I don't recall seeing a crowd of thirty, forty, fifty, sixty and seventy year olds creeping it up at my high school prom. Of course, I don't remember anything even remotely interesting happening at my prom, so that might explain that. I'd never go back in time for that. At least not until Alzheimer's claims my brain. And then I'll be no danger to the time-space continuum anyhow.

Not that I believe in time anyhow.