Wingnuts
Ok, seeing as Hadrians Collider didn’t blow up the entire universe I’ve decided to get all inspired and build something similar myself in my back yard etc.

So I went out and bought a load of wing nuts that I’m going to use to build what ever it is that I’m going to build, and I don’t know what it is yet - so it’s going to be like an open-ended Instructible… an Inscrutible if you will. An Unpredictable. An Indescribable. I’m going to decide what it’s supposed to be when it’s finished, then I’ll work backwards from there, pretending that’s what I intended to do all along. I cook like that sometimes. Anyway, these are the wing nuts:

I also bought all this wine because it was on special.

Initially I only wanted to buy three bottles, but then I felt sorry for the other bottles so I wound up getting one of each… swinging between paranoia/elation as I imagined how impressed (or not) the taking-your-money-girl would be with either my laissez-faireness or alcoholitude. It’s hard to tell with these people sometimes.
Now I’ve got them home I think it’s probably a bit much really, but anyway, I expect they will help me do whatever it is that I’m going to do etc - and you can stop hassling me for a start… although it may appear that I’m spending more time talking about it than doing it, that will change. I will get around to actually doing it when the time is right, and no amount of harrasment from you will make the slightest difference. I march to the beat of my own drum me. I am the pilot of my destiny, even though fate keeps dealing me blow after blow after blow.
But more about that later. This is the bag that the wingnuts came in.

It’s not a bad bag as it happens… empty now…

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but I expect it will come in handy at some point. Maybe I could use it as a barf-bag like the ones on airoplanes, but not really big enough, especially if I drink all that wine… which I don’t think I’ll do now because I’ve started anthropomorphising my bodily organs again. They weren’t cheap these wingnuts. Cost 10 dollars for the whole lot… so you can see how that massive CERN thing cost about 9 billion dollars, if these are what they made it out of.
Anyway, the wing nuts have got bolts that go with them…

you can screw them togther like so…

which is pretty cool. If you change your mind, you can unscrew them again, thus:

Together:

Untogether:

Together:

Untogether:

I’ve already screwed them all together and back a couple of times… and as far as I can gather, that’s pretty much the limit of their abilities so I think I might need to get some other ingredients. Maybe I could use old CDs and coathangers etc.
Here’s another picture of my cat. His name is Catsby. He’s sitting in front of the fire because it’s winter at the mo.

And here’s a picture of a beetle that I took the other day. It was sitting on a leaf outside.

And that’s pretty much it for today I think. I miss Susan.














That bag looks nice. Very reminiscent of a sick-bag, like you say. Can you please tell me where you got your wing-nuts from? I look forward, with slight trepidation, to seeing what you create with your nuts. May I politely request that you refrain from colliding particles? I worry about the long-term effects of particle collisions in the area. What seems clever and progressive now may tomorrow look like a big dark hole full of angry anti-matter. Thanks!
Comment by Leif — September 11, 2008 @ 11:20 am
I love your pictures of the nuts together and untogether and together and untogether etc. Made me laugh etc etc.
Comment by OneLuvGurl — September 15, 2008 @ 6:59 am
I’m proud of you for challenging the conventional wisdom of which is bold and which is nut. You have moved beyond colliding particles, and have begun colliding concepts. This is a dark and delightful art.
What is your alligator’s name?
Comment by xurizaemon — September 25, 2008 @ 4:26 am
Er, bolt. But the above works fine too.
Comment by xurizaemon — September 25, 2008 @ 4:26 am
The Alligator actually belongs to the cat. It’s his sleeping-gator…
http://www.weirdsky.com/miscImages/catsby3.jpg
I’m not aware that he has a name for it, and if so he isn’t letting on - being as he is, the strong, silent type.
Comment by Nick Taylor — September 25, 2008 @ 6:59 am