Technical ignorance

http://www.wymsey.co.uk/wymchron/cooking.htm

You can not cook an egg with cell phones. The antenna do not radiate that much power, , its not the same frequency as a microwave oven, it communicates to the cell tower first before "talking" to the other phone. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

How long do people have to use cellphone before things like this goes away? Don't even get me started on RFIDs.....what do people have to hide anyway? It's not Big Brother, sheesh, its just something to make people's life easier.

California

Oh, I guess I won't be getting a digital camera yet...can't take pictures of any of this grass, and trees, and yellow buildings..... It's like a corn field without the corn. I really do miss Tech. I still find myself typing in gtg512a and checking the Tech e-mail first on impulse.

Things are going well. Campus is way bigger than I'm used to. Got a bike today, these things are sooo dangerous--like car but without all that protective metal ~.~

School remains yet to be seen.

Going Insane!!!!!

Don't know what to bring with me!
Don't know how to pack my stuff to take it with me!
Don't know my mailing address in CA!
Don't have a single clue of what class to take!
Don't know how to write a bike!
Don't know how I'm going to do grocery shopping once I'm there!
Don't know! Don't know! Don't know!

And Damn! Why do I have so many freaking DVDs?

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Zero Respect for Firefighters

Left over from the last adventure, I had some motor oil/gasoline hybrid fluid that I had to dump out of the lawn mower. So today, I took it to Vavoline to dump the oil, but they refused to take it on account of the gasoline. The guy told me to take it to the fire department. And so begins the adventure.

Our heroine (me) braves more driving with oil/gasoline hybrid in an open trashcan going as slow as she could on the road to avoid spillage. Oh why couldn't the trail of cars behind me understand that I was suffocating under the fumes as well as driving one handed to keep the bucket from overturning.

I finally reached the fire station. Finding no one readily outside, I went inside--into the den of a group of 5 or 6 firefighters sitting in a dark, ACed room. Let's just say the distinct reaction I got was: 'Hey, female, helllllooooo nurse'

For the record, I'm an engineer. I'm used to a room full of guys and few females. But I've never, ever, been in a situation where I feel I was more oogled than with the company of the friendly neigborhood fire department. Then they proceed to tell me how they also can not take the oil/gas devil child. One went on to proceed to tell me that I should 'LIE' about the content of my mixture and take it to the nearest oil change shop. After all, "I'm female. What do I know about oil."

It is indeed the dawn of the end of civilization. Oh, for now its oil and gas. But I shudder to imagine what other kind of creative, and hazardous chemicals people are conocting in their backyard with few guidance/location of proper disposal. Certainly, the ones who should be responsible for the safety of society are too busy oogling random females that walked into their mist.

Despair, oh people for this is the world we live in.

Not the sharpest needle....(However that expression goes)

I must have pissed off some deity or other this summer....My latest string of stupidity involves my lawn mower. In my defense, I've probably mowed the lawn all 3 times and I've never filled up the tank before. So since my mom is away for the moment, I had to mown the lawn.

I did a pretty good job mowing the front, if I do say so myself (I do!). But the thing stopped when I was mowing the middle of the side lawn. So..AHA, I said to myself, it needs gas! There's a big nob on the top of the engin that reads oil. Ergo, my application of collequial english: gas<=>gasoline<=>petroleum<=>oil
And yep, before my brain caught up, I dumped half a gal. of gas into the oil well. Then when I tried to start the thing, I noticed another tiny (read dirty) nob that has the picture of a gas pump on it, and has the words 'unleaded only' beside it.

At that time, the brain stopped.

So I called Home Depot (because they are smarter and I'm from the suburb. The garden guy told me to just dump it all out, but someone else said that I should flush the well.... (I'd prefer flushing since: mower running=>heat=>gasoline=>not happy mower). But I don't know with what. And on top, I have about a gallon of motor oil+gasoline hybrid in my garage that I don't know what to do with.

I mean, it can't be good for the environment to just dump that stuff in the gutter.

Also, I must be the only person I know who feels like she has cheated a small business owner when she tried to get her car oil changed. (The brain did not make the connection between oil for car and oil for lawn mower, why do you ask?)

So its $18.95 on Lady's Day to get your oil changed (girls rock!). But then, this guy started telling me about additional fluids to clean the piston ($5) and some air inlet thing or other ($9.95). Looking at my complete hopelessness with car, he said that he'd give me $3 off the oil change. My brain: $19-$3+$5+$10=$31. He goes, it'll be $22 plus tax. AHA, He made a math mistake says I!

Then they came with a bill of $32. Apparently, the $22 estimate he gave me was for the oil change only. Silly me thought that he meant the whole thing. So, they had to take off the inlet thingy (2 seconds), and I got that $5 engine fluid thing for free. Truth though, I would have paid that extra $5.

I feel like I cheated them out of their money some how....

Beating the Odds

While, it had to happen one day....I just wish it didn't have to happen now!
I got into a car accident! Completely, my fault! I guess I ran a red light or something (I don't really remember, and I wasn't on anything). There's a car going horizontal, and the rest....is history.
The goods is that nobody got hurt. The bad is that my car is not drivable at the moment. And I now have to live with my SHAME! This kind of thing is not suppose to happen to me. I'm suppose to above all this! So, yes, SHAME and complete object MISERY. Oh Ye Gods!