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For those about to rock, I moon you.

How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

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Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

For those about to rock, I moon you.

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My Hat!
So here I am, down in Pittsburg. As I mentioned in my phone post, I got flagged for extra screening- and amusingly, my handcuffs made it through the checkpoint. Something about having your bag so bursting with crap that the searcher just frowns and shrugs and doesn't bother pulling stuff out because they know they won't get it all back in. And of course, I'm going to have _more_ stuff on the trip back- Minna gave me some awesome Christmas presents.

First off, I've got a new golden apple bell, replacing the one Cate took with her, so Eris is pleased. Some chocolate pretzels (which probably won't last till the trip back) and a brand new sexay shirt. It's absolutely hideous- I love it.

Speaking of really cool things: how about a micro-aircraft robot that flaps its wings like an insect and _eats food_ to power its microbial fuel cell.

If we don't blow oursevles up in the near future, the world is really going to rock as we enter into the Future as per science fiction novels. To gank from technoshaman:
Next year in Luna City
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