Game called on account of Giant Cat

The BattleBall finals were indefinately suspended today when a giant cat entered the field of play and fell asleep across the Iron Wolve's 20 yard line. Fans and players alike were more than disgruntled at the unscheduled break in hostilities. Unkthor (#24) , Heavy Tackle for the red-clad Black Harts, shown here in a futile attempt to pummel the offending feline [click picture to enlarge], was quoted as saying, "Unghh!". I think he speaks for all of us.

Real Fusion Cuisine

Microwaves? Feh. My oven has the most powerful heat source in the solar system. So powerful, in fact, that I can stand about 93,000,000 million miles away, and still cook lunch.

Granted, after four and a half hours the pasta was more like tapioca (195 degrees in the cooking jar), but the chicken came out nicely (189 degrees though, I expect the lower albedo of the tomato sauce accounts for the difference), even if the brown rice was slightly soggy. At least it's an uppper bound; which isn't bad for late January at 32.6 North Latitude. Next time I'll do a series of Pastas, removed at regular intervals until I find the al dente sweet spot. I expect the way to go is to start the sauce first, then add the plain pasta and water later, so they're both done at the same time.

Absolute Power corrupts absolutely?

We'll see. I finally made time to finish it.

The Heels won tonight.

I am a happy man.

On becoming more powerful

A decent bench power supply runs well into 3 digits, but good ones are all over, hiding in old PCs. I've been trying for two weeks to find time to convert mine.
{I was going to post a link here, but the url is longer than a blogspot line, so it just barfs, which is no great loss because any website silly enough to use the *entire* title of an article as part of the URL deserves as few incoming links as they can get. Ruff.}
[Reminder-because-now-I'm-a-grownup-and-worry-about-other-people: PC Power Supplies are Plug-Into-The-Wall items, so don't open them up unless you *know* what you're doing, and then you still have to be careful. Discharge those caps. And for the love of Pete, don't plug it in while the case is open. Also, like anything that has "wiki" in it, you've got to take responsibility for the consequences of believing what it says.]

Wow. Does that last paragraph make me sound old or what? I guess survival is hereditary.

Due to this and that (mainly an obsession with UltraCorps - see "Playing" links, a new cat, and now a munchkin with a stay-at-home cold) I haven't gotten much further than popping the top and cutting lots of wires. And I need some new drillbits. But then, everyone who has used drillbits needs new ones, so I'm not complaining.

Sigh. I've still got to clean up so I can organize my robot spooge, and find those firk-ding-blasted drill bits.

F is for Feline

We adopted a cat today, Gertrude, from the Humane Society. They listed her as an adult, but she's still got some kitten in her. She's fascinated with water, and almost jumped into a full bathtub earlier. She's settled in nicely for her first day, and seems to have decided that we're worthy subjects.

She's asleep on my lap as I write this. Maybe she'll allow me to stand when I'm finished. Then again, maybe I'll just sleep in my chair. There are few soporifics more potent than a sleeping lap cat.