August 3, 2005

Laser Cutting Is Dope

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 12:09 pm

I’m geeking out again, folks. I got to get my laser cutting action on last night. Laser cutting is the dopest shit ever. And it makes fire when you cut. Fire!

The Sign

August 2, 2005

That Big Ol’ Blinky I Helped Build

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 1:33 pm

Really, it’s Leo’s piece. But I helped lead a team of valiant monkeys to build it. And I’m sure most of them didn’t get to see a picture of the piece, so here it is. With all the lights on for testing. Normally the lights would be blinking and squiggling and fading, etc.

pretty!

How To Solder

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 11:07 am

I (heart) James Powderly. When asked about why one should use stranded wire for projects instead of solid wire, he replied:

if you use a nice pair of wire strippers that havent been used to cut sheet metal or something, use the right diameter stripper for your wire and twist the strippers in the direction the stranded wires are twisted as you pull the wire insulation off you will be just fine. if you lightly re-twist the strands to get the original lay, use flux, tin the wire end and the contact you intend to solder to, all you have to do is put the joint together, lean in real close and whisper, ” you look hot just sitting there…”.

Stay tuned for post-Burning Man projects with conductive spray paint. Yeah, graffiti blinkies!

July 30, 2005

Part The Final

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 12:03 pm

The smoke cleared. When Twin C looked up, he noticed, that everything was kind of, well, squiggly. Objects appeared to be made of tiny, fast-moving lines.

Then he saw a bear!

It was a hairy bear! It was a scary bear! Just then, a turtle popped out from the top of Twin C’s head, and fwibbered its tongue out at the bear. The bear jumped, and beat a hasty retreat to its lair.

Damn, that was a close one, thought Twin C.

Twin C hiked for days in this cartoon universe. From time to time the sky would open up, drenching him (and, presumably, the turtle in the top of his head) with rain, but as soon as the sun would come out, the rain would be magically evaporated.

He sure was hungry, though. Hungry and thirsty. He ran out of beef jerky after the second day, and he would glance into the distance and see mirages of tennis rackets, and once, a gigantic head of Darth Vader, which was growing hair. This kind of freaked him out. He thought back to the Sexy Sexy Seminar, and wondered if he did the right thing, and if it would be so bad to be eating whipped cream and strawberries off of some Eastern European prostitute’s belly right now. Sure, not nutritious, but food is food.

Twin C was downright hallucinating, so when he saw the girl, he didn’t think she was real. “Gabba gabba blubba froggy,” said Twin C. The girl, who had red hair and freckles, smiled, and gave C a piece of beef jerky. Instantly Twin C’s brain sprang back into rightness. “Who are you? Where are we?”, asked Twin C.

The girl said nothing. She just smiled, and got a little taller.

Then Twin C noticed himself shrinking.

Twin C stared in horror as the girl sprang up another 4 feet. Then he gave a gasp of horror as he felt himself shrink to half-size!

This wasn’t what he was looking for when he signed up for that cruise!

The girl became even taller! She was vast, gargantuan, a 12-year old Amazon. He could no longer see her face.

Twin C felt himself become miniscule, ant-like, a rock-sized C among blades of cartooney grass.

The last thing that C saw was a giant black shadow, travelling through space to completely block out the sun, squarely aimed, gathering velocity, the Tallest Of Them All.

THE END.

July 27, 2005

Part 2

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 11:59 am

Sexy.

It was going to be the sexiest seminar ever. Six-foot tall pirate babes, swashbuckling heroes waving their… oooh, long, long swords around. Pythons. Lots and lots of em. Parrots flying through the air and wherever they land, you have to kiss. MegaConComCruise Seminar Industries was known throughout the industry for sparing no sexy expense. Twin C knew he had left his PSB at home, and he was sad, but he also knew that if he didn’t ‘take one for the team’, as it were, that he’d never get that promotion that he needed to bring home to put more cheezy grits on the table.

Suddenly, a bowl of cheezy grits materialized over Twin C’s left shoulder. It was a TALKING bowl of cheezy grits! “Twin C, you can’t go to this sexy seminar! You will go home with some boozy floozy and PSB will never forgive your transgression! Then I will be eaten in a fit of romantic despair! If you can’t do it for yourself, or for your sweet, sweet PSB, do it for me, Twin C!”

Twin C had just opened his mouth to respond when suddenly a large piece of bacon appeared over his right shoulder. It too, was a TALKING piece of bacon! “Hit that shit, Twin C! Hit it don’t quit it! And when you’re done, shake your chicken-sack out in her face! She likes it! Do it, Twin C! Do it for THE BACON,” said the bacon.

“No, Twin C! Your virtue!”, said the cheezy grits.

The piece of bacon began to do a Sexy Bacon Dance. “Oh, let’s get it on, baby!”, it sang as it gyrated in only the way that a properly oiled piece of bacon could.

Twin C felt himself being torn asunder. His loyalty to PSB welled up in him, but that bacon smelled…. so…. good…. and he knew that if he didn’t go to MegaConComCruise Industries’ Sexy Sexy Seminar, that he’d definitely lose that promotion he’d been up for for months. And that strange eyes would follow him as he walked through the cubicles in his office, thinking that he was Not The Heteronormative Boy They Thought He Was, Nope, Better Renew That Subscription To Details For Him This Christmas, Nyuk Nyuk Nyuk, Know What I Mean? And that would be horrible, just like 7th grade, only without physical violence.

Suddenly he knew what to do. He grabbed the bacon, and shoved it into the cheezy grits. “Noooo! Our Hegelian nature will cause us to explode!”, they screamed in unison. And BOOM! A massive matter-antimatter style explosion ensued. Twin C felt himself dissolving, his very molecules becoming unbound, floating in the air like individual grit particles without a cheezy matrix to bind them together. But in his mind, he saw PSB smiling at him.

When the smoke cleared, he was somewhere completely different…..

July 25, 2005

The Adventures Of Twin C

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 3:28 pm

One of my favorite science-fiction books of all time is George Alec Effinger’s “What Entropy Means To Me”. It’s sort of the Pale Fire of science fiction, an intricate literary puzzle in which Dore has gone on a quest to find Our Father, who has left the family and Our Mother, and Seyt, his younger brother, is chronicling his adventures. Even though he has no idea where Dore has gone.

So, since I have no idea where Twin C has gone, 99 comment spams or not, I will begin to chronicle his adventures. Now. Hopefully some sort of Effinger-like family bifurcation will soon take place, with B and I warring against Twin D, who is striving to protect Twin C’s good name.

Twin C stepped onto the ship. His pants were long and khaki, and his cuffs got slightly wet with the condensation on the deck. A swarthy man in a polo shirt with a coporate logo looked him in the eye. The parrot on his shoulder spread its wings, which were adorned with the same logo. “Welcome to MegaConComCruise Corporate Enterprises,” the pirate drawled. “Skkkraw!”, skkrawed the parrot. “Here, have a free MegaConComCruise pegleg.” The pirate handed the pegleg to Twin C.

Boy, Twin C thought. I am sure glad I dressed business casual.

The parrot led Twin C to his room. “Skkkraw!”, and the parrot had stolen the strawberry candy from under Twin C’s pillow. “You bastard!”, shouted Twin C, and swung his pegleg at the parrot. “Missed me, sucker!”, skkrawed the parrot. He pooped a round ball of parrotfeces, and flew off into the distance.

Twin C settled back into his comfy, strawberry candy-less bed. The seminar tonight was going to be…..

(To C Continued… (I can’t write that much at work, lest I be blog-busted…)

July 21, 2005

what’s mamma gonna do

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin B @ 2:22 pm

mamma’s gonna take us to the zoo tomorrow
zoo tomorrow zoo tomorrow zoo tomorrow
zoo tomorrow zoo tomorrow zoo tomorrow
zoo tomorrow zoo tomorrow zoo tomorrow
zoo tomorrow zoo tomorrow zoo tomorrow

hadta go to the CP zoo for a job. It reminded me
that zoo type places are fun and not only are animals
tasty but they are cool to look at too.

July 15, 2005

Best Wedding Shoes Ever

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 4:41 pm

OK. So is it insane to spend $250-300 on a pair of shoes for your wedding? If they’re the coolest shoes ever made?

Just look at these fuckers:

Best Shoes Ever.

How can I not?

July 14, 2005

Cool Keyboard

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin D @ 9:35 pm

I saw this on DoubleViking (which happens to be a great ultra-heterosexual site).

http://www.artlebedev.ru/portfolio/optimus/

So…. much…. mylar….

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 2:35 pm

Check it out, yo.

Fully Operational Battle Prog

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