I got a silly, chunky, bright yellow Casio kiddie's keyboard a couple days ago for $2.99. It's SOOO easy to mess with! There's a couple of connectors on the main intergrated circuit--specifically the seventh and eight pin from the left on the main IC. When you connect a wire to them, and then tap it to virtually ANYTHING in the circuits, and you get weird, looping "music." Sometimes its one of the keyboard's built-in melodies with a couple of stray notes worked into it. Other times its some strange alien techno with lots of white noise. Other times, it's just a burst of a few random notes with a high-pitched whine.
Problem with it, it's fairly "dense", structure-wise. There's not a lot of free space to build on. I may have to build an extension box of some sort. Oi.
Anyway, tons of success with this one, and I have another two old Casios from the same batch! :)
Well, I was *trying* to deliver a compliment, though of course, my mouth is almost always not receiving signals directly from my brain, but mostly mediatated through my brain stem, where the base sense of humor resides. Or maybe I was just wanting a sexual harrassment suit, for novelty's sake. I can always plead gay.
All the staff is kind of groggy and disfunctional after a five-day weekend--yay, city entirely unprepared for a small amount of sleet.
Reasonably attractive co-worker, of the "I'm no Barbie, but I'm in good shape, I guess" physical type:
"Oh my god, I'm so out of it, I've been dragging my ass all day."
Stupid hyena, male: "Well, there's not a lot to drag."
I swear, I was trying for a tongue-in-cheek compliment. *sigh*
This seems to be a bit of a no-win quip. Clearly, what the female wants is an appropriately sized ass. One would not, presumably, want to have a large ass, but to have a small ass would be boney, and also undesirable (though I'd imagine less so than an oversized model).
Of course, I'm not a female. My mom jokes that I'm the daughter she never had, but really, to my mind, being gay distances you from the female mind to a large degree. I guess that varies by individual, though, certainly some gay guys I know loved hanging out with crowds of girls and being the gay boyfriend type.
What is that unofficial marijuanna day? The one that's theoretically based on something like the anti-drug law number in California or something?
See, I've been accumulating all these pots for Thrift Horror, and I want to do a "pot special" on that day.