CUDGC: safe!

In a somewhat dedicated effort to go by the books this year, we've all tried extra hard to abide by the various specific line items of Cornell's laboratory safety plan. One of said line items (at least as far as Cornell is concerned) is that we all have to take Cornell's laboratory safety class at some point or another. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for safety, and full size vehicles driving themselves is a friggin' freaky thing to see. However, since this lab safety class clearly had chemicals, fume hoods, and the like in mind, I figure I'll just translate the rules for use in our labs. With that, I give you the "most important" lessons I learned from the laboratory safety class:

1. If you spill the ketchup, clean it up.

2. DPDough calzones look as great as they taste.

3. Take showers frequently. Otherwise, the dandruff might cause you to develop a dangerous circular cavity where your heart once was. That, and your neck might disappear.

4. If at all possible, try to walk around the giant falling drill area.

5. If your pet rat has been flattened by the autonomous vehicle, then chances are good that it's coming after you next.

6. If your lab looks like this, well then... wait, the lab always looks like this.

7. Always activate your laser eyes before you remove your hand.

8. If you see storm troopers, stop what you are doing. Walk quickly and quietly to an exit, and contact the nearest rebellion as soon as possible.

Time until competition: infinite?

How do you know when it's time to get a new watch? For starters, it is Thursday, not Newday. It is also not 1995 anymore. It is not 5:05 pm, and it is not January 91st.

This watch... it has seen so much. It has been caught on the Spider so many times, been through the harsh Ithaca winters spent testing in parking lots, and been through the sand and sun of the desert. Its springs are broken, its band held together by duct tape and masking tape hastily applied in an airplane hangar. It doesn't beep, except to repeatedly ring in the new year of 1995. When you press the button to light up the screen, all the numbers disappear. It formerly stored phone numbers and kept appointments, but now it just reminds me that my grandma's phone number has several E's, two hyphens, and a P in it. It will forever remind me to set my VCR to record a TV program last January.

Ahh, the memories *sniffle*...

When I go off topic, it'd better be good.

Well, I think it is anyway. See, when I get antsy, I work on weird projects. Sometimes I'll just draw a picture or make a practice weapon for the martial art I study, but sometimes I get more... eccentric. This is definitely one of those times. I present to you the fruits of more than a year of off-and-on tinkering:


Yes that's correct, I turned my TI-86 into an in-car GPS receiver. I started the project because I kept getting lost on my longer trips. I know I could've just gone out and bought one that comes with snazzy voice directions and whatnot, but where's the fun in that?