Google - stranger than Lovecraft?
Sometimes I think google is stranger than Lovecraft. I misspelt Cuthulu
. But how I got that spelt right is a mystery, I wasn't conciously looking for it, I was looking up "Postieror sensory appendages such as the anal cirri of annelid words and the cerci of insects".
Today: I blogged, I worked on cabling for a while, finished a first cut sequence of a song that at least looked good on paper, scratched my head about the boards, emptied the shelves of all the irrelevant books, filled up my todo box by the door, wrote tons of notes on my white board, and scratched my head about moving the washer and dryer.
That shelf needs to come down. Or the weight machine needs to go in the garage.
Nooooo. weight machine must stay. Garage can have w/d, maybe there's room under the old kitchen to put a hole in the floor and run a ladder down. A circus pole. A door that seals after the cat eats. Heh. I need a testbed. I'll turn the doghouse into a cathouse!
I keep thinking about mems. really, really small single chip circuits.
A cat transporter
. With voice recognition. Can a cat be trained to emit a certain meow to enter a house? Given the frequency range of a cat's meow, what is the likelyhood of another animal duplicating it?
Dear Cindi Clawford:
Pay no attention to your master bearing the microphone around. Just act natural. Talk to me. You have a questioning meow, an open the damn door please now meow, an "I'm hungry meow", a hello meow, - don't you? Come on now, talk to me, just don't stare at the !@#! frigging microphone or brush against it... just you... wait, just come back here and emit a single dang sound just so I can think about training a single stupid but cheap chip with the sound and hitching that to the door opener or lift.
Got a lot to do tomorrow. "She who will not be blogged" is coming down for the weekend. I gotta order some firewood, get the chimney cleaned, um... what else had I put off? Oh yea... I...
I found that Lovecraft book... wedged between a pair of 1970s galaxy paperbacks. ha... the story I'd been reminded of was "The shunned house". Damn, only a few days left to Halloween.
"...These persons will not cut off suddenly by any one cause' rather did it seem that their vitality was insidiously sapped, so that each one died the sooner from what tendency to weakness he may have naturally had. And those that didn't die displayed in varying degree a type of anaemia or consumption, or a decline of the mental faculties, which spoke ill for the salubriousness of the building. Neighboring houses, it must be added, seemed entirely free from the noxious quality. " The book is in a collection of stories copyright 1939 and 1943 by August Derleth and Donald Wandrie. And re-copyrighted 1964 by August Derleth. Cthula!
What were the rules again?