Friday, May 16, 2003
I ran across this on the internet: http://alumweb.mit.edu/opendoor/200305/peer.shtml It links to my site near the bottom of it - cool! Bavetta Radio at school 95.1 has been down for the last week or so because of some hardware problems - this continues, but I should get it fixed early next week. I bought some supplies for spud launcher revision 2 at Lowes today - most notably a 1" sprinkler valve as oppesed to the 3/4 inch valve I had before. Not much of a change .... but who knows. I'm gonna work through some equations and see what the best muzzle length for the 2 inch tube is - who knows, probably more work than it's worth, but we'll see....
Thursday, May 15, 2003
I made a potato cannon over the last two days and tested it for the first time today. It's really cool! Using PVC pipe, a sprinkler valve and compressed air I can fire a potato way into the forest or liquidate it into a thick piece of plywood. Brian, Sam and I went down to Reno today to see the Marix. We were the first people in line when the movie theatre was opening and saw the movie at around 11:45am. I liked it a lot. Brian and Sam said they thought some things were overdone, but I think that made it better - I could see them having fun when making the movie. Ok, I'm fooling around with my computer here and now have added a few interactive features that you can use while I'm online. The first of which lets you change the song that I'm listening to in iTunes. The interactive page is here: Here Please be nice. Use UserID: guest and password: password
Sunday, May 11, 2003
So, I took the Calc AP test last Thursday. I said I was the only one taking the test that I was taking and that may have been a little misleading. I was the only one taking the BC Calc test, but there were about ten other people taking the AB test. I felt fine on the multiple choice, but the written responses kind of blew me up. Overall, however, I looking forward to seeing what score I got. Day one of medication starts today - prednisone and immuran - 30mg prednisone for a week diminishing to 10mg prednisone/week. High School is drawing to a close - Unicycling is starting up again - The sun is shinning - The birds are chirping - and it's SNOWING! In May! Holy cow! I just called Apple regarding my iPod which I sent in for repairs. It says that they evernighted it on the 8th but it still isn't here and there was no tracking number online. They said, well, the order status is a little deceieving. It actually hasn't shipped yet. Ok, it's now shipping tomorrow - something tells me that they screwed up somewhere there....
Sunday, May 04, 2003
I got this from the message boards at KPIG.com, although I've seen parts of it other places as well, such as cartalk.com.
Weird similies and analogies:
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a thigh-master.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
He spoke with wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
She grew on him like E. coli and he was room temperature Canadian beef.
She had a deep throaty genuine laugh like that sound a dog makes just before he throws up.
Her vocabulary was as bad, as, like, whatever.
He was as tall as a six foot three inch tree.
The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30.
Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
The hailstones leaped up off the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
Long-separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across a grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resemble Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
Even in his last years, grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for awhile.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a landmine or something.
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids with power tools.
He was deeply in love when she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
She was as easy as the TV guide crossword.
Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
Her voice had that tense grating quality, like a generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightening.
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
Weird similies and analogies:
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a thigh-master.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
He spoke with wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
She grew on him like E. coli and he was room temperature Canadian beef.
She had a deep throaty genuine laugh like that sound a dog makes just before he throws up.
Her vocabulary was as bad, as, like, whatever.
He was as tall as a six foot three inch tree.
The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30.
Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
The hailstones leaped up off the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
Long-separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across a grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resemble Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
Even in his last years, grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for awhile.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a landmine or something.
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids with power tools.
He was deeply in love when she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
She was as easy as the TV guide crossword.
Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
Her voice had that tense grating quality, like a generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightening.
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
Saturday, May 03, 2003
Now this is interesting; it looks like one of the drugs I took for acne around three years ago is infamous for starting autoimmune problems. The drug is minocycline and quick search on Google get's you tons of pages on the problem.
Friday, May 02, 2003
I really like the new Apple Music Store a lot. I've bought a few tracks from it and it couldn't have been easier. I plan on never going to buy an actual CD anymore - it's that cool.
I've read up on the autoimmune disease thing and found some other articles here and here.
In other news, the Calculus BC AP test is this Tuesday... bum bum bum. I'm the only person taking it and I know I'm not ready for it yet. A couple real hours of memorization should fix that though. I'm starting to learn how to program in Cocoa, again. About a year ago I set out on the same quest, but this time I'm understanding what I'm doing and I think it very well might stick. Cocoa is just a Mac OS x programming tool though, so unless you run OS X don't expect to be running any of my programs any time soon. I'm going to start posting things as soon as they get finished. I'm going to start with some real simple programs, then maybe make a simple game or two, followed by a hopefully useful program. If you've got an idea of a useful program, drop me am e-mail (Webmaster -at- Bavetta.com).
I've read up on the autoimmune disease thing and found some other articles here and here.
In other news, the Calculus BC AP test is this Tuesday... bum bum bum. I'm the only person taking it and I know I'm not ready for it yet. A couple real hours of memorization should fix that though. I'm starting to learn how to program in Cocoa, again. About a year ago I set out on the same quest, but this time I'm understanding what I'm doing and I think it very well might stick. Cocoa is just a Mac OS x programming tool though, so unless you run OS X don't expect to be running any of my programs any time soon. I'm going to start posting things as soon as they get finished. I'm going to start with some real simple programs, then maybe make a simple game or two, followed by a hopefully useful program. If you've got an idea of a useful program, drop me am e-mail (Webmaster -at- Bavetta.com).
Thursday, May 01, 2003
The Doctor says that the liver biopsy confirms that it looks like anauto-immune liver disease. I don't like the statistics. It says that if I DON'T get treatment, the six-month mortality rate is less than 40%, three-year mortality 50% and 10-year mortality 90%. I'm going to start taking some drugs in the next week or two, although the doctor says that I'm not in immediate trouble as the biopsy looked good.
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