--there were bloodstains on the carpet--
Sep. 20th, 2005 12:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trenchkamenAll right, that last post really was complete, fabricated nonsense, and given that I had asked my dad-the-orthopedic surgeon about it when I got home and he had confirmed that it was nonsense, I have no excuse for it other than "I was in a really weird mood."
And, apperently, I have been writing the saying "What the deuce?" incorrectly for a long time. I've always written "What the Deus?" It made sense to me. I forgot why. I guess I was under the impression that Deus was another word for God, like Dios.
Double-owned for ignorance. Oh well. Live and learn. Let's move on.
I was at the rocket project until late evening, ending with launching tests. As soon as I find my camera charger (I'm progressively more convinced it is in Palm Springs), I will post pictures of our pilgrimage to the SCC parking lot. I wouldn't call the launches a complete failure, though I did get good video of one rocket shooting off parallel to the ground. A couple of launches got pretty good altitude, but not good enough. It's a start. We're still well ahead of almost every other group in our class, which is saying nothing, but nominally it's an honor. Sadly, my rocket, the Aussie 5000, did not get a launch since the mouth on its pressure chamber was too small for the air compressor's nozzle. And I wanted to see how it would do; it has an unorthodox fin design involving halved shampoo bottles. We have to remake the parachute and two nose cones, and life goes on.
Beyond that and the fact that I haven't even started reading An Enemy of the People yet, which is due tomorrow, nothing much else of note happened today. My ASU packet arrived in the post. I missed the season premiere of Arrested Development since I was playing pseudo-NASA, but my parents taped it for me and I have yet to watch it. My foot's all better now, really, which means I'll start playing DDR again. And this time I'll remember my tennis shoes, since stomping on metal in socks isn't proving safe. I can't get Michael Jackson out of my head. I had ice cream for dinner. We have fresh raspberries in the fridge. Calculus sucks.
It's time for Sparknotes, but I desperately want to sleep.
And, apperently, I have been writing the saying "What the deuce?" incorrectly for a long time. I've always written "What the Deus?" It made sense to me. I forgot why. I guess I was under the impression that Deus was another word for God, like Dios.
Double-owned for ignorance. Oh well. Live and learn. Let's move on.
I was at the rocket project until late evening, ending with launching tests. As soon as I find my camera charger (I'm progressively more convinced it is in Palm Springs), I will post pictures of our pilgrimage to the SCC parking lot. I wouldn't call the launches a complete failure, though I did get good video of one rocket shooting off parallel to the ground. A couple of launches got pretty good altitude, but not good enough. It's a start. We're still well ahead of almost every other group in our class, which is saying nothing, but nominally it's an honor. Sadly, my rocket, the Aussie 5000, did not get a launch since the mouth on its pressure chamber was too small for the air compressor's nozzle. And I wanted to see how it would do; it has an unorthodox fin design involving halved shampoo bottles. We have to remake the parachute and two nose cones, and life goes on.
Beyond that and the fact that I haven't even started reading An Enemy of the People yet, which is due tomorrow, nothing much else of note happened today. My ASU packet arrived in the post. I missed the season premiere of Arrested Development since I was playing pseudo-NASA, but my parents taped it for me and I have yet to watch it. My foot's all better now, really, which means I'll start playing DDR again. And this time I'll remember my tennis shoes, since stomping on metal in socks isn't proving safe. I can't get Michael Jackson out of my head. I had ice cream for dinner. We have fresh raspberries in the fridge. Calculus sucks.
It's time for Sparknotes, but I desperately want to sleep.
