Where the missile lands is someone else's problem. That is the whole point of trebuchets after all.![]()
Have you actually been out of the US long enough to forget how litigious everything here is?
Where the missile lands is someone else's problem. That is the whole point of trebuchets after all.![]()


See. I would have been caught. There is no escaping a girl with siege engines.
One of the folks that worked on the ballista teaches physics. He spent the ride back from Mississippi figuring out how to use the ballista in the lecture he had the next day.
Yes, we're very geeky.

Both of these just had me rolling. Cleaning out my desk.![]()

I can't seem to edit now that I've discovered this adorable new-to-me creature.
Surely if you built a very small, yet very powerful trebuchet, no one would know where the actual missile had come from. Isn't that part of the point? Either that, or you use something as a missile that could have come from anywhere.
In my neighborhood, I'm make the missle out of hickory nuts and sweet gum balls. Two trees of plenty around... hurts the feet to walk barefooted during the summer.




Following is for people with kids, so ignore as you will.
Little Debio's favorite new game.
Beeeeee beep.
Beeeeee beep.
beee beep. Beee beep beee beep.
beebeepbeebeepbeebeepbeebeepbeebeep
Beeeeeep!
(think Jaws and thumb/index finger combo to grab a nose)
At the first beeeee beep, even if on the far side of the room, both hands fly to his face to protect the nose.
Plus, I have a new super geek solution to the monster in the closet problem if anyone is interested.
I can't seem to edit now that I've discovered this adorable new-to-me creature.
For pure evulz, I recommend the chestnut hull:
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those little spines are sharp, and insidious; the tips break off and lodge under your skin.
In other news....
It's morning! I love the morning, especially when I'm about to finish a writing project! Not the space pirate thing, that's still in outlines.
come on, guys, dance! It's a lovely day!
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For pure evulz, I recommend the chestnut hull:
Oh and those look like little evil animals, what with a mouth like that and all. Creepy.
Langoliers, anyone?
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*does a happy dance with you*![]()
Did you? And if not, do it!![]()
Oh, and Happy Leaving That BatS*** Crazy Job Day, Hillz!!!11!1!elebenty!!
*le sigh*
Overly Helpful Co-Worked is wearing the hell out of the carpet by our cubicles. I've counted 10 trips to and fro in the past hour.
Eff dude, go home or get to work. Some of us don't need or want the distraction...

OMG. That is the cutest thing ever! I want one, now. Don't worry little critter, I won't let you become extinct!
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Good Morning Friends!
This is cool and I want one. Although, it might eat my dog...
*le sigh*
Overly Helpful Co-Worked is wearing the hell out of the carpet by our cubicles. I've counted 10 trips to and fro in the past hour.
Eff dude, go home or get to work. Some of us don't need or want the distraction...
Good morning, Cantinaroos!!
So, permanent position at company I temp for has come up (in another area). It's a part time type of gig. I was mildly interested in it, but surprisingly both of my parents have said it sounds like it might be a good opportunity for me and would allow me to pursue my writing and other interests.
It felt very odd for some of the things I want to do to be taken seriously. Especially since my dad was all Permanent Job!!! And Benefits!!! before. Of course, he did comment on how much happier I seemed after I knew I was leaving old job.