Rudy's Lab

[ Friday, March 08, 2002 ]

Found the phone... Those burglar wankers hid it under the chesterfield. Is that sick or what? Trash my apartment, don't take anything, but hide the phone. What's up with that?!?

And yes, the burglars hadn't stolen anything (as far as I can tell). I finally cleaned everything up and put everything in its proper place. I even managed to toss a few things as well! In the end, it just forced me to clean house and get rid of a few old things. If I ever find out who did this, maybe I'll have them come by every 2 years or so and do it again.

Ha! I slay me.

So I finally called Oscar, but the weird thing is that the phone number he gave me was out-of-service. Did he give me the wrong number? I tried calling his old phone number, but of course, it's 20 years old and also out-of-service. Now I don't know how to reach him. A whole week of procrastination guilt and now I can't get through! Drat.

Maybe he'll call back... Nothing I can do now but wait. And finish tweaking my latest home project: The Bionic Kraft Dinner Maker.

Ha! Just kidding... I slay me!
Dr. Rudy [4:34 PM]

[ Wednesday, March 06, 2002 ]

I couldn't post to my blog yesterday 'cause someone ransacked my house! The place is an absolute mess! Books, papers, punch cards, tongs, cat food... everything! Everything is spread out rather evenly everywhere! Crap!

I called the police immediately and they snooped around, asking questions. They had a few pointed inquiries on the various mechanical doodads in my home lab, but I was able to fend them off with waving my National Security and State Secret flags. I gotta stop taking work home with me.

Whoever did this, they were quick about it. I went out for my morning jog and when I got home about 2 hours later, I discovered this disaster zone. I've just started going through the mess and trying to figure out if the vandals took anything. So far, everything seems to still be here. Weird.

I wonder if this has anything to do with Oscar's call from a few days ago. I wonder if I'm getttin paranoid in my old age.

I swear I'll call him back this week... as soon as I find my telephone again, that is.
Dr. Rudy [7:52 AM]

[ Monday, March 04, 2002 ]

I spent the weekend tidying up my apartment and laboratory. Just filing the papers alone takes me hours! If I didn't take some time on the weekends to put some order in things, I'd be up to my bunsen burners in notes, punch cards, and junk mail!

To make the best use of my time, I modified one of my older bionic projects into a Laundry Sorter. I replaced the laser eye with a color-sensitive detector that divides the clothes into piles of lights, darks, and bright colors. I can't tell you how many of my unmentionables got torn to shreds until I figured out the propering tweaking to apply to the titanium mandibles that reached and sorted the articles of clothes.

Some things can be calculated. The rest needs to be tweaked and tried. That's just the way it is.

I still haven't returned Oscar's call. I'm actually kind of dreading it. Sure, sure... he could just be in town and wants to go for a drink like a couple of old farts, but there was something in his voice. I'm getting to old for all these blasted urgencies, honestly. I get more pleasure from tweaking my household projects than constantly having to pull some bionic doo-dad from my butt that's supposed to save the World from some yahoo with too much time on his hands and designs of World Domination.

Dammit... I'd better call him back. Sometime. Soon.
Dr. Rudy [9:48 AM]