I recorded neural activity from an infat rat brain, technically making me a pediatric neurosurgeon, I guess…
I sewed a lable on a pair of socks that belonged to a WWII general today.
I designed and constructed a yellow deerfly trap with a bit of plastic pipe, some aluminum foil, and some metal screen material.
Hmmm. I learned of a situation that may well lead to me either kicking the ass of my big boss, resigning, or simply refusing to comply–which could get me fired, but at least I’d have a shot at unemployment compensation. Leaning towards the ass kicking option. It really needs to be done.
Tried to teach a herd of 7 year-olds how to tie a bowline.
I fixed the latch on my trunk lid so you can now slam it down with a satisfactory thunk instead of having to ease it shut, making sure it clicks into place.
I also fit into my high school jeans and t-shirts for the first time in at least a couple years. Yay, me!
Last night I drew a picture of a mustachioed bald guy holding a donut and a joint.
My friend (non-doper) and I put up 41 flyers in downtown Greensboro, advertising for our upcoming zombie walk this Saturday. That means that, this Saturday, I’ll probably be one of only a few Dopers who have dressed up like a zombie this week and walked in their respective cities with other like-minded undead.
There’s a zombie walk in Greensboro?! :eek: Cool!
Let’s see, I misted water around a clutch of bearded dragon eggs because the humidity level in the incubator was too low.
I also shucked corn today.
I started re-watching my Firefly DVDs, and also last night I watched The Art of War.
Not really trivial, but somewhat mundane: My rental application was approved by the homeowner yesterday. The new house could totally beat up this house.
I bought a Gamecube for $55, Super Smash Brothers Melee for $20, and Soul Calibur II for $10. Yes, I lead a very exciting life.
Come to think of it, I’m not sure those were this week. The GameCube was last week, and SSBM was Saturday.
I’ve beaten a ninja clan with only my left big-toenail and two and a half inches of string.
Er. You mean you put enzymes onto it that broke it down, right? Not that you used your digestive system? Because that was my first reaction. :eek:
Did seeing the bat fly into a wall cause you to respond by giving the handjobs? Was there a causal relationship?
I legally downloaded the recording of a concert I recently attended.
It was a great show, and the quality of the recording was excellent. I burned it onto CDs (3.5 hours worth) and I’ve been listening to it in my car. That’s pretty much been the highlight of my week thus far.
Sigh.
No, I think the bat flew into the wall because it was distracted by our… actions. In my defense, I’m generally not this lewd. But, twenty dollars is twenty dollars.
It’s generally not a good idea to talk about the illegal things you’ve done lately here on these Boards. Just FYI.
Oh, wow. I was just joking. I assumed that everyone else knew that as well. So, for the record, I have never prostituted myself nor did I give two handjobs. But I did see a bat slam straight into a wall. It was pretty bizarre. Whatever happened to echolocation?
Thanks for the warning, by the way.
Sorry. I assumed you were talking straight (no pun intended) as I figured you to not mince words much. I’m not here to judge you; in fact, I thought you must’ve been pretty damn coordinated to pull off (heh) that stunt.
My apologies again for not getting the joke.
And I guess now’s a good time to admit that I didn’t really kill that ninja clan with just my big toenail and the string. (I used a Vulcan Nerve Pinch, too.)
I shook the mayor’s hand at a press conference and took pictures of dump trucks.
Journalists lead such exciting lives.
I have watched the 1975 film “Moonrunners” (which would later be developed, sorta, into the TV show “Dukes of Hazzard”) twice!.
Buried some orange peels, bok choy scraps, and egg shells in a compost heap. Also flushed a big spider down the toilet.