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(no subject) [Dec. 10th, 2003|10:50 pm]
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In my dream, I stood upon a copse of stone pillars
And as I watched, one by one they began to collapse
And they were so austere, so resolute,
As they held up a roof that had rotted away centuries ago
And so beautiful, as they fell
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(no subject) [Jan. 12th, 2003|09:34 pm]
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And then...Collapse )
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The year in review, alternate universe version [Jan. 6th, 2003|06:54 pm]
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To be precise, my year started at Laura's house, with all of us shouting "Happy New Year!" and carrying on like rambunctious hooligans. It ended much more sedately, sitting, again, in Laura's house, and watching the ball drop from three hours earlier. (Time zones only SLIGHTLY dull the enjoyment of New Year's.) In between, there was what could only be described as tons of neat stuffCollapse )
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The year in review [Jan. 6th, 2003|06:51 pm]
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[mood |nefarious]
[music |Secret Agent Man]

As I sit at my luxurious cherrywood desk, leaning back in my impossibly high-backed leather chair, I can't help but muse on the final death of James Bond, and how it has propelled me to unimaginable riches and many, many boxes of herring. Was it really only a year ago that Doctor Foo called me on my secret elbow phone, yelling excitedly into my distended joint "We've found it, Ben, we've found it!"? From there it was a whirlwind tour of nuclear breeder reactors and scantily clad counterspies... it all runs together in memory. A few of the highlights, however:

* Finally getting the plasma laser to melt flesh. We did it, Alfie!

* Perfecting my maniacal laugh. I think Dr. Foo will agree that mine ranks among the best and most foreboding.

* My death cape. 'nuff said.

* Searing the atmosphere with--what's that? a hull breach? Curses, Bond, I saw you die myself! After him, Guards! Kill him! AIEEE!
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(no subject) [Oct. 10th, 2002|05:44 pm]
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My stepsister Holly summed it up well: Read more...Collapse )
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Byebye, Los Alamos! [Aug. 16th, 2002|10:35 pm]
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Well, the end of summer is nigh, and I am done with my summer job. And on monday morning, I leave for Mammoth, then a few days later go down to LA and classes. My internet service gets cut off tonight, so no email; if you need to get in touch with me tomorrow or Sunday, my # is 505-455-3878.

I feel like I should post a more detailed entry... but I'm sleeeepy. Perhaps tomorrow.
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Vending Machine Fortune-Telling [Jul. 24th, 2002|03:26 pm]
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There's a vending machine down the hall from my office. You put in 60 cents, push a selection button, and a can bangs around the machine for awhile and slams into the tray on the front. Surprisingly, this does not cause the soda to become pressurized; it does, however, leave dents on the upper and lower rims of the can. The size, number, and positioning of the dents have been markedly different each time I've gotten a soda. They appear to be more or less random.

Which makes my question obvious: how should I use the dents on the can to tell my future?
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awwww yeah [Jul. 17th, 2002|11:32 am]
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[mood |kickass]
[music |Ben's Theme]

Who's the white private geek who's got his own meat grinder?
Yer damn right!
Who is the man who can make his own ground meat dishes?
Can ya grind it?
Who's the man who grinds things up, like for fresh steak tartare?
Right on!

They say this cook Ben is a bad mutha-
Shut yo' mouth!
But I'm talking about myself!
Then see a therapist.

He's a complicated man, but no one understands him but his grinder....
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(no subject) [Jul. 9th, 2002|02:24 pm]
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One of the largest parts of the horribly boring General Employee Training I had to do to work at LANL was radiation training, despite the fact that I don't actually work with anything radioactive. Anyways, the Lab's policy on radiation exposure is called "ALARA", which stands for As Little As Reasonably Achievable. Makes sense.

Anyway, on a bulletin board in the building where I work, there's a flyer reminding employees of ALARA. It says on the top:

Los Alamos...

Thinks ALARA

Which sounds great... until you unravel the acronyms.
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(no subject) [Jul. 3rd, 2002|04:07 pm]
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Just a quick update, for those of you I haven't seen on IM recently:

Los Alamos is a nice place, tho kind of boring. It has a very small-town feel, probably because it is a very small town.

My job is fun and interesting; to sum up, I'm programming a module that will output information about a fluid dynamics simulation. Cool stuff, and it's almost to the point where it actually does something!

Seeing Jessie so much, of course, is really nice. I think it's really made our relationship grow.

Aaaaand.... that's about it. Did I miss anything?
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