Category: hobby
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Neil Armstrong 1930-2012
I’m not one to worship heroes, and I have my doubts that Neil Armstrong was ever one to consider himself a hero, but dammit, he was. He really was. So long, Neil, and thanks for daring to do great things. Read.
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mojave?
Mars looks a lot like the Mojave Desert. That’ll thrill the hoaxers. Read.
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up and at em
I crawled into bed at about one-thirty this morning after staying up half the night to watch NASA land a robot on Mars. “Did your thing happen?” My Darling B asked dreamily, as I settled into a comfortable spot. “Yes, my thing happened,” I told her. Space geekery is “my thing.” Then tried to fall Read.
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carriage
The internet: The sum of all human knowledge at your fingertips. You can find anything there. And yet … I have a manual typewriter made by the Royal Typewriter Company. I’m trying to find out how to take the carriage off so I can give it a thorough cleaning. I asked The Mighty Google: “Remove Read.
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pints
I check out the shelves of the thrift store at Saint Vincent de Paul’s at least once a week. It’s just a few blocks from the office where I work and I need to get out of that office and take a walk every day or my head will asplode and the cleaning crew hates Read.
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mars
Virtual view of the panoramic view of Mars shot from the Opportunity rover: Read.
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seven
Coming soon to your solar system: 7 Minutes Of Terror! Invaders from another planet, that’s us! Read.
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lawnmower
Bottling Day! Allow me to introduce you to My Darling Brew, a beer formulated especially for My Darling B, who likes a beer that is not too bitter and not too heavy. I brewed this batch with extra light malt extract and the mildest bittering hops I could get my hands on, then added a Read.
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ssdd
Not sure there was anything going on today worth talking about. Work was the same as always. Biked to work, so that was good. Biked home, too. That was a little buggy. And the Banzo cart was parked in the lot at the East Side Club, so we brought home a couple orders of falafels Read.
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uncanny
The spam robots have found my weakness. Every day, they post gibberish comments to my blog posts (spam robots are my most loyal readers) that are strings of random words, or sometimes they look like phrases and sentences pulled from internet search results. And then, yesterday, I got six or seven comments to different posts, Read.
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