Wednesday, 19 July 2006
Bored... gonna post
First some fun facts...
Hot
Fevers are not to be confused with heat stroke. In fever the person can feel cold at high body temperatures since the body is fooled into thinking it is cold by the infectant microbe affecting the point that the body thermostat is set at. It is literally set higher than usual.
- 37°C (98.6°F) - Normal body temperature (which varies between about 36-37.5°C (96.8-99.5°F)
- 38°C (100.4°F) - Sweating, feeling very uncomfortable, slightly hungry.
- 39°C (102.2°F) (Pyrexia) - Severe sweating, flushed and very red. Fast heart rate and breathlessness. There may be exhaustion accompanying this. Children and epileptics may be very likely to get convulsions at this point.
- 40°C (104°F) - Fainting, dehydration, weakness, vomiting, headache and dizziness may occour as well as profuse sweating.
- 41°C (105.8°F) - (Medical emergency) - Fainting, vomiting, severe headache, dizziness, confusion, hallucinations, delirium and drowsiness can occur. There may also be palpitations and breathlessness.
- 42°C (107.6°F) - Subject may turn pale or remain flushed and red. They may become comatose, be in severe delirium, vomiting, and convulsions can occur. Blood pressure may be high or low and heart rate will be very fast.
- 43°C (109.4°F) - Normally death, or there may be serious brain damage, continuous convulsions and shock. Cardio-respiratory collapse will occur.
- 44°C (111.2°F) or more - Almost certainly death will occur; however, patients have been know to survive up to 46°C (114.8°F).
Ok now I've got my evil streak out the way you may ask why no more short story entry.... well its in the works..... trying to get the dialect for a character right takes a bit of time.
In other news.... work is boring but easy enough..... back to my normal work plus mucking about with ways of making the random number generator on the computer more random.
Also working on my Etherscope one shot as a way of getting into D20 gaming.... oh well.
Binhead pictures to come later this evening at the Binhead community.
Wendyhouse with
trashykitty, stacey, chrisptofu, phuturatica was good fun and made a change.Is there anything else to say?? I dunno.... of to Cambridge tomorrow back on Monday.... going shopping in Camden on the Saturday. I need the break. The last week has been a bit much (handing in final report, women, gin drinking, the damned heat!).
So for the week ahead? Other than my weekend away? Well I guess it'll be more work as normal. I have no clue for the next weekend though? Ideas?
Sunday, 16 July 2006
Thursday, 13 July 2006
The doubledoors opened with a resonating slam, swinging out onto a form of reception. A grim looking man stood up from the leather sofa, the yellow foam spilling from untended tears.
' Took your goddam time Mercury.' Exclaimed the man in a gruff tone. It was Fortress, and he eyed Mercury with steel blue irises, searching for some sort of reaction. 'Well?'
Mercury stood there for a second and tossed his bag on to the glass coffee table next to the sofa, knocking of a collection of next weeks papers. He sighed. 'I'm here arn't I? Lets just cut to the chase, my day has been fun already.'
The older man stretched and rubbed his neck, showing the extent of the tears in his woolen top, the t-shirt underneath showing through. He reached into his khakis and pulled out a pack of twenty and lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply, infusing his body with the plethora of fumes. 'Right. Well we've got work for you.'
Mercury was lead to the other side of the reception toward a large rusting steel door, a door more at home in a submarine than in a block of offices, or at least a demense of that design. The cigarettte was stomped out and pounded into the concrete floor and the grey flecked man wrenched the seal open, the round door handle straining against the rust and grime. Nearby on a lone laminate desk, peeling at the edges, a plump cream coloured PC humming away on top. Mercury followed in through the bulk head door.
Mercury's boots clunked satisfyingly on the gantry on the otherside of the bulk head. With a dull clunk the Fortress closed the door and turned the wheel, locking inch thick metal pins into place. He turned about and strode forward past Mercury, the heat of the coolant systems generated a low breeze that floated up from the depths. Mercruy followed and leaned against the railings and stared forward.
Before the pair spearing up from the deep black was the MADAM, one of the most powerful computers on Earth. The central core housed block upon block of servers and dual core processors. But as the levels descended so did the technology. Blade servers made way for RM desktop PCs. PCs were wired and fixedin place next to Macs. In amongst these even more motherboards protruded like leaves on a silicon tree. Further down more PCs, their cases yellowed with time, and next to those AMIGAs and further down ATARIs and BBCs. The further you went the more backwards the devices plugged in, the simplest way to upgrade the machine being to build straight on top. Further down again more early computers, CRAYs and soon enough some of the first devices designed by Alan Turing.
All about the tower of silicon and capacitors ran a criss cross of chains and cords, pulleya nd gurney allowing users to interface at different heights, to analyse the variety of data pouring out of the arcane machine. The stench of polymer hung in the upper belfry as CDs were copied, while lower the insect buzz of dot matirx printers spewed reams of data.
In amongst the network of cables and chains skittered the Web Spiders, the children of the MADAM. The MADAM, being a device that was possesed of a spirit, had been able to reproduce, and here offspring were the Web Spiders. Their hand sized bodies a collection of cutting edge devices and brass, clock work, mechanisms. Each had a studded head of optic lenses, each of a variety sizes and fashions, twinkling a faint green as they worked at the damaged chips and burnout wires, tending to their mother the MADAM.
Mercury turn about and locked eyes with Fortress. 'So whats the problem that has the MADAM pumping out next weeks lottery results?'
Fortress didn't shake his gaze on the tower of difference engines. 'It's a spike in the qubits. Someones waking up soon and nearby. Your on recon.'
' Took your goddam time Mercury.' Exclaimed the man in a gruff tone. It was Fortress, and he eyed Mercury with steel blue irises, searching for some sort of reaction. 'Well?'
Mercury stood there for a second and tossed his bag on to the glass coffee table next to the sofa, knocking of a collection of next weeks papers. He sighed. 'I'm here arn't I? Lets just cut to the chase, my day has been fun already.'
The older man stretched and rubbed his neck, showing the extent of the tears in his woolen top, the t-shirt underneath showing through. He reached into his khakis and pulled out a pack of twenty and lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply, infusing his body with the plethora of fumes. 'Right. Well we've got work for you.'
Mercury was lead to the other side of the reception toward a large rusting steel door, a door more at home in a submarine than in a block of offices, or at least a demense of that design. The cigarettte was stomped out and pounded into the concrete floor and the grey flecked man wrenched the seal open, the round door handle straining against the rust and grime. Nearby on a lone laminate desk, peeling at the edges, a plump cream coloured PC humming away on top. Mercury followed in through the bulk head door.
Mercury's boots clunked satisfyingly on the gantry on the otherside of the bulk head. With a dull clunk the Fortress closed the door and turned the wheel, locking inch thick metal pins into place. He turned about and strode forward past Mercury, the heat of the coolant systems generated a low breeze that floated up from the depths. Mercruy followed and leaned against the railings and stared forward.
Before the pair spearing up from the deep black was the MADAM, one of the most powerful computers on Earth. The central core housed block upon block of servers and dual core processors. But as the levels descended so did the technology. Blade servers made way for RM desktop PCs. PCs were wired and fixedin place next to Macs. In amongst these even more motherboards protruded like leaves on a silicon tree. Further down more PCs, their cases yellowed with time, and next to those AMIGAs and further down ATARIs and BBCs. The further you went the more backwards the devices plugged in, the simplest way to upgrade the machine being to build straight on top. Further down again more early computers, CRAYs and soon enough some of the first devices designed by Alan Turing.
All about the tower of silicon and capacitors ran a criss cross of chains and cords, pulleya nd gurney allowing users to interface at different heights, to analyse the variety of data pouring out of the arcane machine. The stench of polymer hung in the upper belfry as CDs were copied, while lower the insect buzz of dot matirx printers spewed reams of data.
In amongst the network of cables and chains skittered the Web Spiders, the children of the MADAM. The MADAM, being a device that was possesed of a spirit, had been able to reproduce, and here offspring were the Web Spiders. Their hand sized bodies a collection of cutting edge devices and brass, clock work, mechanisms. Each had a studded head of optic lenses, each of a variety sizes and fashions, twinkling a faint green as they worked at the damaged chips and burnout wires, tending to their mother the MADAM.
Mercury turn about and locked eyes with Fortress. 'So whats the problem that has the MADAM pumping out next weeks lottery results?'
Fortress didn't shake his gaze on the tower of difference engines. 'It's a spike in the qubits. Someones waking up soon and nearby. Your on recon.'
Thursday, 6 July 2006
End Game
So finally the work is over... for now.
The 17000 word transfer report is finished. A pretty comprehensive review of water potentials and also the overview of my work so far on this subject plus my collaboration work on a protein force field. The expected size of the report is meant to be 8000 words.... I hit that with just my lit rev.
So last friday was Implant, which was a good blast with
e_laini, phuturatica, chrisptofu, trashykitty,megashrike, and others. A long evening that ended up at Tofu Towers talking madness with Polyp.
Sunday was sushi with most of those I was with at Implant. £70 bill for 8 people?? When it was really some where in the region of double that? Ok sure we'll pay for that and go get more drinks. Idiots at New Samsi. I can just picture ninjas hunting down the foolish waiter.
Ok tuesday night... guts aching and I spew. Fun!!!
Only just recovered from it properly.
Oh and on Wednesday... check my emails.... yep my literature presentation is on Thursday not Friday. FUCK!
Up until 3 am reading about one of the latest water models for the presentation. Really I should have been spending that time writing my report.
This morning the presentation was easy. I have these down to a T now. Though I think I came across to the new guy as very cynical about the field of research. Oh well it was good practice explaining how the paper and my work fit together.
And then at 00:30 am I get back from work having printed out 3 copies of my 87 page report. Tomorrow I hand that in, bank my grant cheque, and get in contact with my old landlord to get my deposit back.
So the weekend ahead??
Read some rpg books. Read some of Paradise Lost, plus go out tomorrow night on the piss to Cock (Rock) World, and from then on just catch up on my writing.
Finally
Sigh.
The 17000 word transfer report is finished. A pretty comprehensive review of water potentials and also the overview of my work so far on this subject plus my collaboration work on a protein force field. The expected size of the report is meant to be 8000 words.... I hit that with just my lit rev.
So last friday was Implant, which was a good blast with
e_laini, phuturatica, chrisptofu, trashykitty,megashrike, and others. A long evening that ended up at Tofu Towers talking madness with Polyp.Sunday was sushi with most of those I was with at Implant. £70 bill for 8 people?? When it was really some where in the region of double that? Ok sure we'll pay for that and go get more drinks. Idiots at New Samsi. I can just picture ninjas hunting down the foolish waiter.
Ok tuesday night... guts aching and I spew. Fun!!!
Only just recovered from it properly.
Oh and on Wednesday... check my emails.... yep my literature presentation is on Thursday not Friday. FUCK!
Up until 3 am reading about one of the latest water models for the presentation. Really I should have been spending that time writing my report.
This morning the presentation was easy. I have these down to a T now. Though I think I came across to the new guy as very cynical about the field of research. Oh well it was good practice explaining how the paper and my work fit together.
And then at 00:30 am I get back from work having printed out 3 copies of my 87 page report. Tomorrow I hand that in, bank my grant cheque, and get in contact with my old landlord to get my deposit back.
So the weekend ahead??
Read some rpg books. Read some of Paradise Lost, plus go out tomorrow night on the piss to Cock (Rock) World, and from then on just catch up on my writing.
Finally
Sigh.
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