nikuramon’s Neighborhood

The origin of Godot's Day, while silly, is completely irrelevant to the holiday.

Thus, here is a list of all the future Friday the 13ths (the days Godot's is meant to be celebrated), for as long as I intend to be alive and kicking. Or at least still actively drawring.

It all started with April 13th, 2007.
Followed soon after by July 13th, 2007.

The next to come is June, 13th, 2008. Next month!

February 2009
March 2009
November 2009
August 2010
May 2011
January 2012
April 2012
July 2012
September 2013
December 2013
June 2014
February 2015
March 2015
November 2015
May 2016
January 2017
April 2018
September 2019
December 2019
March 2020
November 2020
August 2021
May 2022
January 2023
October 2023
September 2024
December 2024
June 2025
February 2026
March 2026
November 2026
August 2027
October 2028
April 2029
July 2029
September 2030
December 2030
June 2031
February 2032
August 2032
May 2033
January 2034
April 2035
July 2035
June 2036
February 2037
March 2037
November 2037
August 2038
May 2039
January 2040
July 2040
September 2041
June 2042
February 2043
March 2043
November 2043
May 2044
January 2045
April 2046
July 2046
September 2047
December 2047
March 2048
November 2048
August 2049
May 2050

I turn 63 in the year 2050. That's plenty old for me, thank you.

These watches, they are awesome. I cannot figure out how half of them are supposed to tell time...

But do the Borg really care what time it is?

D:

(I still want one though)

OK.

Energy = waves, and since matter is energy then matter is also waves.

Actually, better stated, our only method of perceiving matter is in the form of wave detection. Vision, sound, even touch and smell are based on detecting waves, often of microscopic particles and then parsing this information through the brain to create a holographic reality for ourselves.

So vibrations are circular manifestations of (kinetic?) energy, and Sine waves describe the motion around the circumference of a circle. I.e., waves do not actually radiate they describe circular paths. Frequency is a measure of orbital speed.

All waves/energy (here it is describing the same phenomenon) have origins - a place from which they radiate. However, since they do not radiate the fact is that the energy itself is its own origin.

Energy moving at speed creates observable phenomena such as electricity, matter, light, etc.

Also I think that if space was cylindrical, to traverse a circular path at every distance from a given point at the same speed would take the same amount of time, unlike on a plane where the same speed nearer the center causes one to circle the point sooner than someone further from it.

D:

At work, the radio is usually on all night. It's tuned to some horrible "family friendly" soft rock station. For some reason the Russians insist on putting it on that channel, presumably because the only songs they know the words to are horrible soft rock hits from American movies (a la Grease and Top Gun) and crappy 80s Brit bands. They also like the newer things on there and are always asking the Americans the names of the songs and who sings them--which none of us know because we do not listen to that crap.

Anyway, the family friendliness is apparently the only selling point for this station, so every time they break for identification, they harp on that. In particular, there is an ad with a customer testimonial saying something along the lines of, "I love it, we can listen with the kids in the car and we all sing along!"

Last night, they had one of these station IDs selling how they are so kid friendly, but when they came back what should be playing? I couldn't believe it when it started up, the irony was too delicious: "Do you want my body" by Rod Stewart! The image that sprang to mind was your average nuclear family of four, zipping down the highway in the left lane at 45mph in their Ford Taurus station wagon, all rocking side-to-side in time and singing along with the radio.

That made the rest of the night so much more bearable :D

The other day I burned myself on the inside of my forearm, resulting in an impressive, silver-dollar sized blister rising up within five minutes. I also burned the opposite side of my arm (a result of sticking my hands where they don't belong, heh), but not nearly as badly. So I took care of my blister and I held it aloft to let the fluid drain and didn't puncture it. I even bought some huge band-aids to stick over it when I was at work to prevent further molestation by scorching devices. And after I'd slept it was completely painless anyway and didn't give me a hard time.

But last night I managed to tap that other side that wasn't burned as badly against the underside of the platen on the grill, and of course it was directly on the part that I already burned. It hurt A LOT but it didn't seem that badly burned, until I left that morning. Then I looked down and saw that not only did I have an even larger blister than had been on the other side, it was weeping all down my arm and shit. Okay, nothing that would have gotten in food and contaminated it, just that there were a couple beads of liquid. It was gross but not a food safety hazard. I made a half-hearted attempt at irrigating it later, and liquid came out of all the hair follicles and it was excruciating and slow and I went to sleep instead.

So I had to go get antibiotic shit to smear on it, and just when I thought I was free of those stupid, hair-ripping band-aids of doom that I only wore at night, I am stuck having to put one on all day so I don't get an infection or leave nasty crust on surfaces I may accidentally brush against. I could just let it alone, except that it's also turned cold outside so I have to wear long sleeves to keep from dying. Dammit. And not only does the band-aid pull my hair every time I twist my arm, the blister is still really painful twelve hours later so it's like throb throb RIP ow throb burn RIP D: D: D:

On the bright side, the original blister has completely gone down and now I have only an ugly red burn mark about two inches across. :)

I guess I'll have to wrap my whole fucking arm in gauze or something. Maybe wear asbestos gloves at work. Something. I never used to be this accident prone, seriously. What happened? And why doesn't McDonalds serve beer, goddammit.

I wish vox had a gay little p-chat/oekaki thing so I could scribble stupid shit and save it right to my account when I'm incoherent but full of the need to share.

But I can't draw anymore so it would be sad and embarassing and I would just delete it the next day.

Here is a butt: (_))

The end.

Hey i bought some kiwis for 33 cents apiece. And a pound of strawberries for $1.50. :O

I actually don't like strawberries much, and as a result of my job detest the smell of frozen ones, but I couldn't resist.  They are not very good: too sour from being artificially ripened. Dole sucks. The kiwis though, holy crap they are good. I got the kind that are not so fuzzy, because peeling them is a pain in the ass. The skin is a little sour but the inside is RIDICULOUSLY SWEET AND DELICIOUS :D

Hey, I don't get fruit much so I'm allowed to go on about how awesome it is, dammit.

Speaking of outdoor amusements, this is kind of old news, but still hilarious: LOL Crocs.

OK BYE!

The other night I was taking a nap in my car just before going to work, just reclining in the driver's seat with three windows open to get a breeze. As is usually my luck (and it happened TWICE last night on the thruway, but I digress), a bunch of irritating and noisy assholes decided to park RIGHT BESIDE ME despite a nearly-empty parking lot of other choices. In this case it was two girls and a guy, apparently of high school or college age. You know the kind of morons I'm talking about. Anyway, the girl in the back seat was obviously stoned or drunk, and kept yelling and arguing with the other two. From what I could tell of their conversation they were waiting for another carful of assholes to join them.

So, I rolled up the window by my head, being the back driver's side window, to shut out some of the noise. I should emphasize that at no point did I raise up enough for anybody to see me, nor did I see any of them during this exchange.

"OH MY GOD!" comes this yell from the back seat. "THAT WINDOW JUST ROLLED UP BY ITSELF!! HOLY FUCK!!"
"What are you talking about?" says the guy, not appearing to believe her.
"That window. It was down a minute ago. THAT IS FUCKED UP!"
"Oh man, there's somebody in that car!" the guy says, and they crank the engine and haul ass out of there.

That was special.

So what is up with obnoxious idiots deciding to park next to the ONLY CAR in a desolated parking lot? Do they crave the illusion of having a companion in the world, since their irritating nature drives all others from them? Or am I just cursed? Because that guy last night with the malfunctioning car alarm that woke me up FIVE TIMES in an hour was fucking lucky I didn't have a ball bat in my car. If this phenomenon exists abundantly in nature, and I would be surprised if it didn't, I propose to call it "Asshole Magnetism": The unquenchable desire of social miscreants, incompetents, and undesirables to juxtapose their vehicle with another rather than risk exposure and possible persecution by parking alone.