Random notes
Jun. 24th, 2005 09:19 amMore for my own benefit than anyone else's...
A few days ago as I was driving out of my workplace's parking lot, I spied a snake on the side of the road, thoroughly dead. It was a black racer. I happened to have some nitrile gloves in my armrest-cd-box thing (from when I stick 'em in my pocket at work, end up not using them, and forget about them; it happens about once a month), so I stuck one on and picked up the snake, examined it briefly, and tossed it into the woods.
Also, we use these electronic calipers at work where the reader part slides up and down the rest of it in a vaguely phallic way. I was compelled to get a new one the other day, because the battery in mine had died, and the batteries are darn hard to remove. So it was sticky. So I needed to grease it up. Apparently, we use Pond's cold cream for this purpose. It lives in a desk three down from mine, and is exactly the stuff you'd expect to find in the desk of someone with dry hands, or in an old lady's purse or something.
Little snapshots of the occasional wierdness in my life.
A few days ago as I was driving out of my workplace's parking lot, I spied a snake on the side of the road, thoroughly dead. It was a black racer. I happened to have some nitrile gloves in my armrest-cd-box thing (from when I stick 'em in my pocket at work, end up not using them, and forget about them; it happens about once a month), so I stuck one on and picked up the snake, examined it briefly, and tossed it into the woods.
Also, we use these electronic calipers at work where the reader part slides up and down the rest of it in a vaguely phallic way. I was compelled to get a new one the other day, because the battery in mine had died, and the batteries are darn hard to remove. So it was sticky. So I needed to grease it up. Apparently, we use Pond's cold cream for this purpose. It lives in a desk three down from mine, and is exactly the stuff you'd expect to find in the desk of someone with dry hands, or in an old lady's purse or something.
Little snapshots of the occasional wierdness in my life.