engineering geek

It was a few days later, while sitting on my bed and reflecting on the uncertainties of life, that i noticed a Whovian figure sitting there.

The carosel is from Memory Makers and takes up the entire surface of the tower. It is just the right proportion to make an impressive associate for Dr. Who.

I may only crack myself up...

But it's still funny.

Warning Warning Danger Will Robinson

or is it Klato Barada Nictu, Gort?

So what did I use the Ryobi on?

A Studio space at the end of teh bed. It wraps around the NW corner, has a torchiere rising from the corner where the two units meet. The big blue haze in the first photo is from the Ott lite. I forgot to turn it off before shooting. This photo shows where the actual work takes place.

The second photo shows the storage area on the West wall. Obviously the space between the two towers isn't finished. I have a lot of bins that will go there eventually. Like within the next few days since I have to find my Valentine stamps to get crackin on some cards.

The third photo shows the underbed units at the foot. You'll remember this feat of engineering in a post that describes the pain of falling out of bed as an adult. It's a bit messy yet. But I have enough space to work to do small immediately needed projects.

These units are made by Jetmax. They are pretty cost efficient if you get the mon sale or with a coupon. What I am hoping to do is simply wrap them with static tape when it is time to move. That way I don't have to pack what is in the units to move them. And yes, I have already tested the weights. I can manage them all by myself.

This was a simple feat of my engineering and design skills. I'm sure if I had to have built them from the ground up my math would have gotten me in trouble. It always does... like forgetting to take into account the saw blade width as that material is lost with each cut. Ya know, stuff like that.

set phasers on

STUNNING

Of course since I am a girl, I had to get the model that had the great bag.

LOOK! IT MATCHES MY BLOG!!!!

hippo bird day two ewe

well... to me.
To celebrate my 39th year of total geekness and to ease the pain of newly acquired arthritis in my fingers, I bought a super lightweight pocket power driver.
Building on the priciples of the Bosch Pocket Driver and being half the price (or better), I give you the Ryobi power driver. 12 watts of power (toolman grunt), interchangable .25 hex shaft driver heads, accepts .25 hex shaft driver bits and doesn't lose a charge. The best part of the Ryobi I don't even need to point out... but I will.

It has the look of a OS issue HAND PHASER!!!!! with a great chartreuse housing. It feels right in your hand and you can operate the forward/lock/reverse button with your forefinger while firmly keeping your grip and aim. Hawwwwwwwwesome

follow me on twitter

I finally broke down and got a twitter account. It's really not going to be useful to me until I explore more of the blog-o-sphere. But it will help me just get some thoughts out there. And I am hoping that it will get me into the mood to meet people for real. I must say, if I were the kind of person to carry a calling card, the thing would be quite crowded with places to reach/follow/comment at me.
And how ridiculous would a personal calling card be in this techno age?

reflections of the way life used to be

It really has been a refelctive few months. Even before the class reunion... actually, as I realize that I took my first housekeeping gig last Feb 8th, I would have to say it has been a reflective 12month. I got online to see if there would even be a reunion. And I have been on line ever since. First Wil Wheaton opened the floodgates of dammed writer stuff. Then there was the dating websites and Facebook and now... a full year after throwing myself into the cogwheels of teh great machine, I am thinking. Some of it is about how life used to be. Some of it is how life could be, which depresses the hell out of me. But most of it is how wrong I had been.
I'm glad I was wrong. I felt marginalized and ignored as a kid because I kept having to insulate myself. Funny, I had always thought that it was the kids at school who made that necessary. But it has always been my brother. The torment started at home and followed me everywhere. In a way, because I felt I needed to protect myself, I prevented some friendships from taking hold in my youth. True, since Julie's passing, I have been more aware of the things that meant alot to me when I was a kid. But I realize that I isolated myself. Not EVERYONE was a problem. Not ALL of the time. Of course I did realize this coming out of middle school and heading into the glory days of highschool. But I could not think then, that there could have been a rosy golden color to my life... only less red and black. I wasn't goth on the outside but I sure felt it inside.

i don't know, i don't really have any coherent thoughts just yet. Just needed to exercise my fingers on the keyboard and do something today.