I am still not quite up to snuff. It’s nothing bad, I am just taking less painkillers by pure choice and feeling the effects of post-surgery more.
I’m told to stop doing this as being all tensed up and such makes it take that much longer to heal but dammit I’m sick and tired of being drugged. I know people pay good money for that but I value my brain.
Don’t you worry, I give in when I’ve got no other choice. I’m a control freak. What do you want to hear?
I did get out with Cruel Wife and toured her company.
Some roads around Detroit are better than I remember. Some still suck ass, and those range from feeling like the cobblestones at the end of the Tour de France to feeling like a Hare Scramble in Baja, Mexico.
Slice it any way you like, Detroit roads are hell on neck fusions and it is a LONG drive. On the ride out there I tensed up, gritted my teeth, made sudden hissing noises. Sensing that it would be better to distract Cruel Wife and myself from these sounds and thoughts, I struck up a conversation.
LK: When I meet your new boss, can I screw with his head?
LK: Can I subtly push him off balance?
LK: Can I plant the seeds for screwing with his head the next time I meet him?
CW: NO! No no no no – NO. Leave him alone. Wait until you and I both know him better.
LK: (Pouting) Man, I enjoy messing with people’s heads.
CW: I know you do, and so does he in an overt way. You like to do it stealthily so they don’t get it at first…
LK: And then, reveal it to them when it will have maximal impact. Yes. Yes, I do.
LK: (Pause while thinking about it.) Huh huh huh.
(That’s the laugh women can’t do because they don’t have the right equipment.)
CW: No, you cannot mess with his head. Leave him alone.
Sensing it would be better to go back to tensing up, gritting my teeth, and making sudden hissing noises I started doing so.
About 30 long minutes later we had dim-sum with her boss and co-workers. It was great. I waddled out of there totally stuffed, loosened the neck brace a few buttons, steadied myself mightily with my walking stick, and we set off for the rest of the day.
Went by her company and got to see all the cool lab testing equipment and this one thing called a magnaflux.
You spray the part you want to look at with this solvent containing a crapload of colloidal magnetic particles. Then you put the test part in this giant hoop and put a 2000A-5000A pulse through it with a *BANG*. The part jumps (presumably to let you know that it is fully cooked) and then when you look at it under a black light you can see fluorescing cracks where the particles are aligned with the induced B-field. It’s really quite cool. It helps greatly if you believe in electrons when explaining the large-current part but if we just assume that the magnetic field was let out of a bottle of magnetism† then everyone walks away happy.
† Yes, I believe in electrons. I just can’t see them so they kind of piss me off. What can I say? I was attacked by a clown as a child and my dad was an electrician, opening me up for getting the feces zapped out of me a few times. The evil clown probably isn’t relevant but I thought I’d throw it in there. Dad argued that it was my fault (sure, blame the victim) and I pointed my unburned fingers at the electrons which unsurprisingly didn’t show themselves any more, acting all innocent-ey.
Oh, the quiz part… Are you scientifically literate?
I got a 92% (missed 4). I don’t feel too badly about it because the ones I missed had to do with planetary moons around gas giants (why clutter my brain with useless stuff that I can always go look up?), the whole “Pluto isn’t a planet” idiocy (like I give a sh*t), heaviest noble gas of which I never once used for anything (I’m partial to Helium, Xenon, Argon, Krypton, thank you), and one on cellular growth. I have nothing to be ashamed of.