| Amelia Meyer | 673 Lynndale Ct., Rochester, MI | none | ditzy
| I am:
Samuel R. "Chip" Delany
Few have had such broad commercial success with aggressively experimental prose techniques.
So, took the test and came up with A) someone I've actually heard of and B) someone I actually enjoy reading and C) someone I actually sometimes agree with. Pretty classy!
Um, let's see...
Working for Valentine Robotics is awesome. Seriously. They're not paying me to say this, and even if they were,
you couldn't afford their stuff anyway you all aren't the type of customers they chase. I've been given a fairly major project to head up (team of one, from what I can tell) involving the automation of a process that is currently done manually, but nearly every manufacturer of, well, practically anything. This is in the R & D stage right now, but it's very exciting as it will be worth a fair amount. Since there are some issues we need to resolve before I get the equipment I need to start working on this project, I've been working on some other, smaller projects, such as 3D stereo vision for positioning and rotation measurement. So, overall, there has been much excitement and fun stuff to do (as well as drooling over the new laptops we got). And, the software I'm using, Scorpion Vision, is fucking amazing! (when it doesn't piss me off...)
We got a house! Well, OK, we haven't closed on it yet, but it's in the works. Also, we may have a buyer for our current house, so...much relief! Especially since we've been spending much monies traversing between Milwaukee and here every weekend, and everyone on this side of the lake is kind of starting to go a little crazy on one another (or maybe that's just me? IDK...).
My grandparents are going away on a long sailing trip starting at some point next week(end), will be gone for ten (or so) days. My family's moving back and forth briefly in there somewhere, but for the most part, I'll be all on my lonesome over here for a few weeks ::tear:: and will have to manage to feed myself without the benefit of a kitchen staff ::oh, noes!::
Brittany sent me an email yesterday to say that she's having a blast in Japan, and apparently is not, as I thought earlier (based on her very cryptic email--not my fault!) there on an exchange/study-abroad program but rather is working for a company over there, I think TDK. She won't tell me what she's doing, but, on the other hand, I can't tell her what I'm doing, either (hence why that paragraph above has little concrete details--NDAs are fun! [as long as one's NDA allows one to talk about the NDA, had one a while ago that I couldn't say that I was even under one...that was tough]), so all's good.
Old, flat Mountain Dew is really not very good. Seriously. Although, it is remedied slightly when poured over a large block of ice, which also keeps the level of comments regarding the drinking of antifreeze to a lower level than normal.
Hmm...let's see, what else...::rummages around in the fragmented FAT disc that is his memory:: Oh! I...
...nope, not coming.
Bugger all, I need to not do so many things at the same time after
three four five glasses of Dew (but see note above) and one in progress. Typing this, on IRC, carrying on a conversation IRL, sort-of watching the Tigers lose, and trying to figure out a way to accomplish this task for my current small project for work. Ugh.
I suppose that's the cue to stop typing and turn off the lappy...