The feeder

Nov. 29th, 2010 02:22 pm
kadenza: (kirby)
The cats have been sucesfully fed by an automatic feeder for nearly four years now. It has helped them (er, forced them) to lose weight and eliminated all begging. There it is at the left. But see that little gap right beneath the logo? I never paid it much mind before, but directly inside that hole is the on/off switch.

On Saturday morning we found the cats staring intently at the dish way past their morning feeding time. We thought the batteries had died but further investigation revealed that the switch had been turned off. I can only conclude that one of them was rummaging around in search of an extra biscuit (rummaging in the feedling slot certainly yields results) and it had quite the opposite effect. We're not sure how many feeds were missed, but probably not many. We would have heard a lot more complaining.

Cut to today-- Nat and I got home from shopping to find the cats were still hovering around the dish expectantly, but it was after 1 p.m. Everything seemed to be in order, but then I noticed the clock said a.m. which means Marshall made a mistake reprogramming it. The cats have been receiving their lunch at midnight and nothing at noon, which explains a lot about how weird they've been acting all weekend.
kadenza: (facepalm)
The gig at the One of a Kind show was kind of fun, kind of not. I thought I would just be weaving away in a booth somewhere, but then it turned out there was a large "open studio" type setup at the centre of the exhibition hall where various crafts were being showcased (wood, pottery, glass, textiles). So basically it meant I was much more "on display" than I had envisioned. When the time came I discovered the loom was set up for Summer & Winter, a type of pattern I have never done before and requires two shuttles, one for pattern and one for tabby (plain weave) in between. I've heard of it, but have never attempted it. I met up with my former weaving instructor (a vendor at the fair and also the person through whom I got the gig in the first place) who took me over, pointed to the treadling sequence taped to the beater and told me the tabby treadles were 4 and 6, then left me to it. I was so nervous I was just throwing the shuttles randomly and making a huge mess. It was really quite embarrassing, not that the average shopper would probably know the difference. After a while I realized that there were no prizes for speed, so I relaxed a bit and tried talking to the people standing around watching me. This caused me to lose my place a lot, but made me feel less like I was in the zoo or something.

People did seem genuinely interested, but even though I had slowed down and was taking greater care, the weaving pattern itself continued to look like complete ass. I was starting to sweat a bit because no matter what I tried, it just wasn't looking right, or even a little bit right. It took me an hour to figure out that the tabby treadles were in fact 1 and 2, not 4 and 6 as per my teacher's briefing. That explained a lot, but by then the demo was over. The next person who sits at the loom to do the demonstration is really going to wonder if I was drunk.

Duh

Sep. 18th, 2009 09:08 am
kadenza: (duh)
It seems to take us a while to figure things out. We have a ton of unwatched tv shows etc. stored on the laptop but no easy way to get them to the TV. Then last week Marshall's friend told him about this thing he has that is essentially a hard drive with an HDMI port which he downloads his shows onto and then plugs into his TV. Sounds ideal, but I was browsing around on Tiger Direct last night looking at these "multimedia players" and they were several hundred bucks, and for some of them the hard drive was not even included. The specs sounded strangely familiar: HDD, USB ports, graphic interface, wireless connectivity, HDMI output. Um... I think we already have something like that, and it's called the Playstation. I threw an episode on my USB key and ran upstairs to test it out. I didn't even need to transfer it, it played straight from the key full screen, and it looked amazing. Not quite HD, but I'd say better than DVD.

So anyway, duh. It was one of those moments where I felt smart and dumb at the same time.
kadenza: (duh)
I've been having an enjoyable time checking out "Writing Our Future - Letters To The Next President" written by American high school students and sponsored in part by Google. It's a laugh a minute, I tell you. These kids have a real solid grasp of the issues. Sadly, there's no way to reply to them.

A few excerpts from a gem of an essay about stem cell research:

Imagine if you will: people walking around with an exact clone of themselves. Everywhere you go it’s almost too crowded to move around. If stem cell research gets legalized, this very well may be a part of everyday life. Hello, my name is Corin. I’m a proud freshman at Arapahoe High School in Centennial, Colorado, and I have strong emotions and interests towards stem cell research.

I, along with many others, believe that if somebody does have cancer or is very sick, it’s in God’s plan. I feel that the people who study stem cell research are trying to defy God, especially with cloning. God is the only one who should have the power to create human life and give children their own special attributes. He is the only one who should be able to decide if your body functions properly or not, and if it doesn’t there’s obviously a reason. I respect your power, but overstepping God is going too far.


Hello, Corin. I see all your references come from Yahoo Answers, Cosmo Girl Magazine and the Bible.
Not much else to say, really.
kadenza: (duh)
Marshall's mother asked us a few weeks ago if we'd collect pull tabs from pop cans for her. We told her no way. She thinks she's giving them to the Legion, but isn't sure why. This is why rumours refuse to die.

Back in high school, I'd say around 1990-1991-ish, I remember people going nuts collecting these things, raiding the recyling bins in the caf and wearing huge strings of them around their necks. Everyone knew that it was for wheelchairs, but I don't think anyone ever questioned exactly how that was going to come about. Were they going to be sold? Melted down? I'm sure even the people in charge had only a vague idea. I wonder what happened to them.

So anyway, yeah, I'm surprised and amazed to hear that this rumour is still floating around after all these years. If you're selling them for scrap, wouldn't it make more sense to save the whole can?

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