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Ex Miscellanea
Well, I made it into work today. Not sure that was the best idea; since I still feel like crap, but I made it through the day without causing massive accidents or delivering stuff to the wrong people, so I guess the day was a success.
One of my deliveries to Sandia National Labs. To get there, I had to go through security at Larry's Rad Lab. Which is a joke. Drive into the bay, and two very serious U.S. Cavalry models make sure that I don't bring any proscribed material into the hallowed grounds. Things like recording equipment, radio broadcasting equipment, or detachable computer drives. They clear me, and I drive in with my two cell phones (one a Nextel with push-to-talk) and my iShuffle, which is basically a small computer drive. Great work, guys!
Amazingly enough, I was the first driver to finish. After taking lunch (snoozing in my truck) I hung out waiting to see if I was taking an order to a site in San Jose. That fizzled. Then I unloaded and loaded the Benicia truck. There was nothing left to do, so I begged off and went home.
Note to bum: Telling me that you need money for food while holding a half-full 40oz malt liquor bottle will result in me telling you to eat grass. You want to drink yourself to death? Fine, but it isn't going to be on my dime.
I need a little help from the filkers on my list. We picked up the Balticon Tapes CD at Silicon, and I've grown very fond of Duane Elms' Falling Down on New Jersey. Problem is, the lyrics are hard to make out in several places due to his singing voice and the usual quality of sound you get from live filk. Anyone have the lyrics for this song?
After a long break to collect my thoughts, I'm going to start cracking on The Concordat again. Look for updates.
Been reading Lonely Planets. Excellent book, and very approachable. Really helping me understand some areas of astrobiology I hadn't quite grokked before.
Looks like Giants ace Jason Schmidt has sold his soul to Satan and signed with Los Angeles. Here's hoping he stays healthy and has a terrible year.
One of my deliveries to Sandia National Labs. To get there, I had to go through security at Larry's Rad Lab. Which is a joke. Drive into the bay, and two very serious U.S. Cavalry models make sure that I don't bring any proscribed material into the hallowed grounds. Things like recording equipment, radio broadcasting equipment, or detachable computer drives. They clear me, and I drive in with my two cell phones (one a Nextel with push-to-talk) and my iShuffle, which is basically a small computer drive. Great work, guys!
Amazingly enough, I was the first driver to finish. After taking lunch (snoozing in my truck) I hung out waiting to see if I was taking an order to a site in San Jose. That fizzled. Then I unloaded and loaded the Benicia truck. There was nothing left to do, so I begged off and went home.
Note to bum: Telling me that you need money for food while holding a half-full 40oz malt liquor bottle will result in me telling you to eat grass. You want to drink yourself to death? Fine, but it isn't going to be on my dime.
I need a little help from the filkers on my list. We picked up the Balticon Tapes CD at Silicon, and I've grown very fond of Duane Elms' Falling Down on New Jersey. Problem is, the lyrics are hard to make out in several places due to his singing voice and the usual quality of sound you get from live filk. Anyone have the lyrics for this song?
After a long break to collect my thoughts, I'm going to start cracking on The Concordat again. Look for updates.
Been reading Lonely Planets. Excellent book, and very approachable. Really helping me understand some areas of astrobiology I hadn't quite grokked before.
Looks like Giants ace Jason Schmidt has sold his soul to Satan and signed with Los Angeles. Here's hoping he stays healthy and has a terrible year.
Falling down on New Jersey
Lyrics: Mitchell Burnside Clapp, @1990
Music: "Rolling Down on Old Maui" (Traditional)
reprinted without permission
It's a damn tough life far from home and wife
that we astronauts undergo
And we don't much care when the mission's done
how far the ship did go
But you'll be sad to learn our deorbit burn
won't be made for our tanks are empty
And the fuel line's torn so you'd better warn
all the folks in New Jersey
Chorus:
Falling down on New Jersey, me boys
Falling down on New Jersey
We thought it wise we apologize
to the folks in New Jersey
Well it's widely known that a ship alone
would be burned up and destroyed
But the ship and crew brought with us too
an eleven mile asteroid
So when you've awoken all the folks in Hoboken
and the profs at Princeton too
We'll divulge the fact that the rock's impact
will be at seven thirty two
Chorus
Well now why the shock? Hell it's just a rock
Are we just alarmist fools?
But it has you see potential energy
of roughly ten to the nineteenth joules
With the rock's advance there is Buckley's chance
that the Garden State'll be spared
And soon we'll show if you didn't know
that E is m c squared
Chorus
We will strike a spark that'll toast Newark
and will flatten Perth Amboy
It won't be pretty in Atlantic City
You should shade your eyes in Troy
Even so and yet we have one regret
that we haven't the delta V
To push it forth just a few miles north
to land smack on N Y C
Chorus
Falling down on New Jersey me boys
falling down on New Jersey
We apologize- gee we're sorry guys!
What a drag for New Jersey
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Now I can confuse my coworkers by singing this while loading tomorrow morning.
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then one night my boss decides to pull a surprise inspection while I was out walking my clock round, and he could hear me halfway acrross the warehouse singing Tom Lehrer's Irish Ballad...
he promptly joined in on the chorus....
course about 2 years later I came in really late one night to do the same thing, and found my 3rd shift guard sitting in the guardshack with a bass guitar and a tabletop amp...