librarian senses

Fishin'

Hello all Christopher here I am fishing well.
Everything is fine, and well, up here.
Looking down this message is a good thing.
Please remember all the good times, and tasty honey.


My friends are always on my mind.
Especially when they read down my posts.


Happy times are afoot for me up north.
Everything is fine here,
Like yesterday when I when down and visited a cave
Doing stuff away from you all has been fun.


But soon time will past on down
You all are in my thoughts, as summer comes


Being here fishing is an enlightening thing,
Even though it can bit chilly;
And a little cold.
Right now, I have to go get back to work.
Save me in your thoughts, my friends.
librarian senses

Fishin update

While I may have vanished like smoke from most folks radar, it merely b/c I am taking time away to work on projects.

As an update, the shop goes well. New products are coming. A new friend pointed out that my Smut tee shirt, has a typo. It is spelled "Snut." The fact that for three months no one (including myself) noticed this amuses me.

I am working on a new site for a friend. Right now I'm trying to run down a good victorian themed blogger template. I may just have to code it myself. I have a few ideas, but most of the premade ones are blah.

Also someone asked if I could put a statcounter code into their main LJ page. Its a snap to do it in the bio section, but the editor on LJ seems to be more complicated then my skill level.
librarian senses

Topological fun


Really big icosahedron
Originally uploaded by shonk.
This image reminds me of a joke

Psychologists subject an engineer, a physicist, and a mathematician - a topologist, by the way - to an experiment: Each of them is locked in a room for a day - hungry, with a can of food, but without an opener; all they have is pencil and paper.
At the end of the day, the psychologists open the engineer's room first. Pencil and paper are unused, but the walls of the room are covered with dents. The engineer is sitting on the floor and eating from the open can: He threw it against the walls until it cracked open.
The physicist is next. The paper is covered with formulas, there is one dent in the wall, and the physicist is eating, too: He calculated how exactly to throw the can against the wall, so that it would crack open.
When the psychologists open the mathematician's room, the paper is also full of formulas, the can is still closed, and the mathematician has disappeared. But there are strange noises coming from inside the can...
Someone gets an opener and opens the can. The mathematician crawls out. "Damn! I got a sign wrong..."