señor taco’s travels

I love the web comic xkcd. It’s math, language, and generally nerdy good times. Today’s comic really cracks me up in a way that only someone that’s done programming and databases can love:

I try to donate blood about every 60 days or so. I usually get a call from the Red Cross to remind me and set an appointment. Today at 14.00 I gave my pint (473.2 mL) and while I was donating they noticed I’m a pretty regular donor. Today they asked me if I wanted to see if I have a high enough platelet count to do apheresis donation. It takes longer but you get your plasma and red blood cells pumped back into you. If I qualify I’ll probably try it once to see how it is.

I am very thankful I’ve worked someplace other than Pixar. It really makes me appreciate how good our working conditions are. Take today for example. Today this fine espresso machine was installed in our building.

I will use it I’m sure to brew up some fine liquid concoctions. Also today O was thrown for a bit of a loop when I opened up the fridge to grab a soda¹ and what should be there. Nectar of the divine rendered human.

That’s probably just someone trying to get rid of it. They normally only have beer at work on Friday at Beer Bash in the evening.

1. Yes, I am bad and drinking sodas right now.↩

Well, I got all my components off of Keith’s frame just fine and then installed all of his. All that is left to do is tension the cables, tune the drive train and brakes, and then get Keith a bike fitting to make sure everything is in the right place.

Sadly, on my frame I couldn’t get the bottom bracket to thread in. It would only go one to one and a half turns and stop. Not wanting to jack up the threads I stopped trying. Instead I dropped my frame and bottom bracket off at Cycle Sports in Oakland. They did a great job on my wheel tune-up and they are Trek specialists.

The mechanic said that the threads looked okay and a chasing would probably get it all working again. There is a possibility that I might need a new (or used, but new to me) bottom bracket, but we’ll deal with that when it comes up.

I just wish I could ride again, but I’d rather have my bike be working and not broken again, especially by my own hand.

“It was, of course, a lie what you read about my religious convictions, a lie which is being systematically repeated. I do not believe in a personal god and I have never denied this but have expressed it clearly. If something is in me which can be called religious, then it is the unbounded admiration for the structure of the world so far as our science can reveal it.” — Albert Einstein