puppy

I tried to think of cute and clever title for this post, but what is cuter than a puppy? Not much I say. Well "lucky" me I found one in the alley behind my house last night. A tiny little whimpery thing that was very cold and lost and lonely. As sweet and cute as he is, I can not keep him. Keri is concerned that he will end up evil if he is raised in our neighborhood. A legitimate concern, but not enough reason to keep him in our tiny, tiny house. Perhaps some dog lover at work will take him in for a while.

===UPDATE===

The puppy is happy in his new home. An interwebs friend of mine adopted him on 7/25

mmm...unpronounceable beer

On sunday I was at the Jons Market in Huntington Beach, CA browsing their beer selection. They have a pretty big selection of unpronounceable beers from Old Country. I picked a few at random then retired to my uncle's house to sample them.
Yum.
This one was exceptional. It reminded me of Czechvar but a bit sweeter. I may have to make a trip over to HB this weekend and get me some more of this delicious stuff.

Bellflower

Oh Bellflower.
What a place. It is unlike any other place I have lived, and I don't mean that in a good way. Sure, I had to kick some random PCP head out of my nice house in Belmont Shore, but that was on event in 8ish years. Unusual events like that are much more usual in Bellflower.
The week I moved in the liquor store clerk on the corner (100M or so from my front door) was beaten to death. My gang member neighbors at the time were upset with some individuals they believed to be involved. Another time a man died on the neighbors lawn under mysterious circumstances. I have woken up to people brawling like savages on my lawn. While in my pajamas I have gone out to tell party goes to shut the hell up or bellowed at them to stop tossing their empties on my lawn. I have had strangers park in my front yard. A friend's car in my driveway was burgled.
While not quite as exciting as all that, this morning there was a work truck parked across my driveway and a man asleep in the front seat. An odd choice of stops on any night, but since monday is street sweeping, there was not another car for a block in either direction to interfere with his parking. The Public Safety officer was kind enough to push the truck out of my driveway, but he then split and left the vagrant asleep in front of my house. This would not be the case in any other place I have lived. My wife called the Sheriffs herself and they came out and chased the guy off.
What a place...

Relics

Behold!
A relic of a bygone era. Proof that in the days of yore men created things themselves! They did not simply consume products produced in far away lands by strange peoples. They fashioned with their own hands items that they needed from raw materials. A strange people they must have been, so far removed from our modern selves.

Projects

Aside from completing my house I have a number of other projects I would like to get to work on.

My homie Mark and I are in very early planning stages of a algae->fuel project. This is likely a pipe dream that will never be anything other than a pile of materials in (lucky for me) his back yard.

I have secured an old motorcycle in order to convert it to electric. This may sound as pipe-dreamy as the algae, but I think it far more likely to produce results.

Pop-Pop Boats! Probably my most realistic project.

A variety of electrical power generation ideas for the garage. No reason other than it would be fun. Since I can not DIY solar cells, I will likely use windmills or make steam with reflectors.

A web enabled smart watering system. It will be a nice web interface to program your sprinkler system with. Even my wife (who generally thinks me kooky) likes this one. One the face of it is pretty simple, which is good as I have a short attention span. It is also useful. This will probably warrant its own project page when I really get the ball rolling.

Cogswell Institute

I need my own group of Hong Kong Cavaliers. I feel as though I am chock full of really good ideas but I lack the detail know how or time to make them reality. Perhaps I am just plain too lazy and cheap. Perhaps I am not as smart as I like to think and am really a 2bit hack with delusions. The last is most likely, but I don't want that reality to get in my way.
Stupid reality.
Who put you in charge anyway?