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His shield was heavy.

Monday, January 5th, 2009

I can never seem to stop moving in. I ama chair bringing yet another chair. This one is a planet chair from Meijer that folds flat into a disc.

However, I don’t want a recurrence of last time when I was unable to efficiently carry a package with both hands and pull a duffeloid with my free hand/clipped to my belt. Solution, as expected, is duct tape. Lots and lots of duct tape.
strapped to my arm, the shield

The chair was first double-bagged to prevent it from tearing or getting dirty. Then it was sealed with several yards of clear tape. By making a handle and arm sheath, I redistribute the load to my shoulders and elbow and allow for full use of my fingers. Incidentally, this also makes it resemble a Spartan shield so I went ahead and finished the image with an upper-case lambda on the front. Oh this is going to be fun to push through a crowded station…

come and take them

Killer Frost

Friday, December 5th, 2008

One thing I don’t like about this Indiana climate is its misappropriation of water. I guess Lake Michigan must have had a slight humidifying effect, because the air is so dry in my room. It might have something to do with the phenomenon I observe every morning: the lower pane of the window accumulating moisture that Zach and I have collectively transpired overnight.

And with the advent of sub 255° outside air, we now have frost. Not just scrap-off-with-a-fingernail frost, it’s centimeter-thick The-Day-After-Tomorrow killer frost that I tried to chip at with a quarter before giving up and going to class.

frosty window

Of course the aluminum of the window frame would have a low specific heat. Any chem major could have deduced that.

Now, I’ve never been a big water drinker (which probably explains the subcutaneous ischemia in my hands) but from now on, I have to keep a water bottle close at hand when I sleep. Otherwise, I’ll find myself woken up by dehydration with nothing I can do about it.

hanging bottle

The little shelf on my bedloft for the alarm clock has no room for a top heavy bottle of water. So I improvised. I bought one of the high-capacity Purdue bottles and hung it from the frame with a lanyard and some of those wrist bands that Target gave us in case we ever felt like being corporate whores. Whenever I wake up, I can just pull the lanyard up and take a swig. Of course, I have to watch out for the straw coiled up inside that always pops out and hits me in the eye.