Building robots for fun and profit.



Or, thought in three parts.

Next week we'll be in New York, having fun without all of you lames. When I return, I'll be sharing my cube with a stranger. Oh gods of office politics, please don't let it drive me crazy.

This week I'm at peace with Sacramento. The trees and weather have been accomidating, making shade and flittery noises with wayward breezes from the delta.

Eating olives in the kitchen last night while drunk, I decided to dance a little shuffle-dance because they tasted so pleasant. The neighbors accross the street must have been thrilled.