I need to make a sheep icon. Even though I almost never do memes.
You are about 20 years old
The teen repellent will no longer foil you, but you can still hear some pretty high tones.
The highest pitched ultrasonic mosquito ringtone that I can hear is 16.7kHz
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I've been planning on making myself some morse code high pitched ringtones (though I haven't decided what it'll say yet--probably P-H-O-N-E or something equally lame). And I'd been meaning to test how far up my hearing went, so I was happy to see thnidu do this one, saving me from making my own.
16.7kHz is still a bit higher than I plan on doing; I'll probably do in the 15kHz range, probably around 14917Hz since that's a B flat (with A = 440Hz). Though I seriously doubt I could distinguish that from 15Khz; I think it's only about 10 cents different.
So work has bought me a new laptop, and it has arrived. A question arises that I should have given thought to before now, but I hadn't.Poll #735331 Laptop!
What should I name it?
Isn't a default name of "jims-computer" totally lame of Apple?
|You're a hopeless geek for caring at all|
Having caffeine early1 in response to a "crisis is over" situation was not a good idea. I'm bouncy and not making much sense.
Or perhaps it was a good idea, from the recreational-drug standpoint. If I had my blood pressure monitor, I might know for sure. (I think it's been fine lately; I've only been checking on a weekly basis though.)
1. I typically refrain until the afternoon, just before lunch, because I'm typically bouncy in the morning anyway and added caffeine does not really help the situation, except perhaps for entertainment value.
As I was driving home tonight, 6ish, I noticed chest pain. So, rather than continue home, I stopped at the emergency room. My, but it's amazing how quickly bureaucracy happens when you utter the magical incantations of "chest pain" and "dizziness".
Turns out it wasn't a heart attack, by all the measures they did (chest X-ray, cardiac enzymes, EKG, probably other things I'm forgetting). In fact, they have no idea what it was. But I'm to make an appointment for a stress test in the next couple of days.
Oh, I mentioned quickness? Amazing how slowly things happen after they've determined it wasn't cardiac arrest. (I don't mind, let me hasten to add--at that point, others needed their attentions more than I did. An ER should be and is a priority queue, not FIFO.)
That quick, I have a phone again, yippee! I'm glad now that I copied all the addresses from the phone onto the card a week or so ago...
Oh and I don't think I've used my Princess icon before in a post (though I know I have in comments).
There have been times when I feel I'm too detached, when I've wondered if I have any empathy at all.
I've only met Jim maybe three or four times, briefly, but this hit me really hard. I wish I didn't have to be social today. I want to just hole up and cry.
About half an hour ago, I finally found my birth certificate! (I've been searching for days, after I finally looked for it, on Thursday, in the box I knew it was in.) I may need it to get across the border (one way or the other) to a conference that a friend and I are going to.
While I was looking for it, I also found my Palm T3, which has been missing since the move (two and a half weeks ago), and a couple of checks that people had written me, likewise missing. I'd put them in the bag I'm keeping in the car that contains my grandfather's 2003 Christmas present, so that I wouldn't forget them.
On the bag, incidentally, is the name of the store where Katie and I purchased the gift.
"Things to Remember"
The local coffee shop has its smoking section upstairs from the rest of the place. This is usually sufficient.
Today, it wasn't. Here, asprin, asprin, asprin!
A few weeks ago, I realized my electric toothbrush was in dire need of new batteries. So I added some new ones, no big deal. But I wish I'd done so earlier, as in retrospect it had sucked for a while. The problem with such things is that it's often hard to tell when they've crossed over the line, since it's always going to be pretty similar to what it was last time; there's a slow downhill slide that's not always easy to notice happening.
So I decided I needed some sort of measure of how good the batteries were. "I'll just compare it to the pitch of the bathroom fan," I said. It turns out they're just about an octave apart. I'm not sure where I'm going to draw the line. Probably around a minor seventh or a major sixth.
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