The forging press (“red press”) arrived today. I wish the building was ready but it’s not.
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The forging press (“red press”) arrived today. I wish the building was ready but it’s not.
Ken’s crew was out with the little bobcat backhoe and made holes, so I limped out with my gouty foot and adjusted them with a shovel, shoved the hammer framework into the hole, and made a form around it.
The United Arab Emirates Computer Emergency Response Team (AECERT) invited me as a guest speaker at a conference in 2011. A quick search through my email database indicates that my talk was on: “Critical infrastructure protection: the relationship between terror, cybercrime, and espionage”
My dad put himself through college working as a short-order cook on the Great Northern Line. One of the things that he learned in that time was impeccable timing on assembling complete meals. He doesn’t bother to do it, anymore, but I used to ask him stuff like, “ham and eggs with muffins, eggs benedict, and 2 softboiled eggs with fruit” and he’d tell me what he’d make in what sequence. (get the 3 minute eggs on the fire first then use the heating water to melt the butter for the eggs benedict, then poach them) – the stove in the cook’s car was ridiculously small, so he had to gang things together a lot of the time.
This for the FtB legal defense fund. See [pha] for details. Rules are below:
This for the FtB legal defense fund. See [pha] for details. Rules are below:
Spoiler zone below. I strongly suggest you don’t read this post if you think you might see the movie.
I enjoyed it and found it creepy and scary. If you like intelligent horror movies, this is one.
Mike P and I [reddrag] often share our successes, and warn each other of our failures. Somehow we got on the subject of using nickel sheet in damascus in place of high nickel steel.
I’ve been doing some web design, and it really sucks with a gouty foot. You’ve got to picture me hopping around cursing without pausing for air. It’s finally receding a bit, which means it’s merely miserable.
The belltowers at Notre Dame are basically a medieval version of one of those barbecue charcoal-lighter cylinders. During the fire, you could see that the pompiers were trying to soak them down thoroughly. Apparently, they succeeded.