Of Rain And Normality

Today was really weird. I woke up and the sun was shining. For the past seven days (give or take a couple due to innacuracies in memory), it has been either cloudy, rainy, drizzly, or any combination of the above, and I had started getting used to it.

Now picture my confusion when I woke up this morning to sun streaming in my window and no comforting sound of rain dripping off the roof. It's very disorienting, I tell you, and I must admit that I stumbled around a bit and was somewhat disgruntled before the effects wore off sometime after breakfast. Such are the hardships of life, I suppose.

Score! (The Great-Stuff-Cheap Edition)

I have found the suitcase. The suitcase that is sturdy, the suitcase that is cheap, the suitcase that is big enough to fit all my effects pedals. It's not the old, beat up hard leather suitcase I had originally envisioned, but still, one does not argue with a $5.99 Samsonite, with lock and keys, from that great bastion of treasures called Goodwill.

Now I just need to find my piece of plywood, speaker carpet, velcro and a method to latch the board into the case and prevent it from banging around inside. Another project for the summer. w00t.

Daisy, Daisy, Dilly Dilly Dee

Give me the time....it's quarter to three? Huh?

I built a clock last week. It was my final project for Intro to Ornamental Metalworking, my Art/Humanities credit for school. (Excellent class, by the way, highly reccomended; ART-192 at SMCC, make sure you get Mark Legel. He's totally awesome.)

It really came out pretty well, the Daisy Clock. Brushed aluminum petals, hammered copper center, $1.99 clock movement from Goodwill's Wesclox stock... except that something seems to be convincing the clock that a minute is 66 seconds. I need to take it back apart and un-convince it.

Our Fears Have Been Confirmed

My brother is a nutcase. For one thing, he has a yahoo.co.uk email address. He was signing up for a Yahoo!(tm) email as a spammable catch-all internet addy, and sees the "Preferred content:" popup menu on the signup page. "Oo, what's that do?" The little help item proclaims:

...Note: If you change this setting, you may recieve a country-specific Yahoo! email address instead of one that ends in @yahoo.com.

"Coooool!" And whaddaya know, it worked.

Now he's just made himself a Facebook profile, and he's got himself in as part of the network of a Highschool that he "technically" has taken one class at. With his yahoo.co.uk email address.

I give up, I just feel so way-terribly normal right now.