I was reading my web comics today and the guy that does The Oatmeal comic was invited to the preview the Google Car. For those blessed with the ability to ignore anything outside your particular area of interest, Google has been spending the last several years working on the driverless car to eliminate the human factor from car wrecks, specifically the human factor of aggression behind the wheel. I’ll let you read the link for yourself and see what you think. 6 things I learned from riding in a Google Self-driving Car
On the health front I’m still dealing with allergies from something airborne in the last week of December. Whatever might be growing this late in the year I have no idea (the Pollen.com report says there were 9.8 grains of allergen per cubic meter, but not grains of what allergen). Currently I am dosed with what the dosage chart says is the maximum amount of diphenhydramine (generic Benadryl) and stay functional and I’m still dealing with a stuffed head. And the fact that I’m dealing with pollen allergies at the end of December is another reason I call this place the Beautiful Suburbs of Hell…
The service at church tonight was on impermanence. The congregation did a little artsy crafty thing and created a mandala out of sand that after a few minutes for pictures was then dumped into a jar to be used for an incense burner. We had about 10 minutes to make it, all improvised.
Wasn’t it pretty?
We had a meeting of the RPG group yesterday and we played Nightbane again, with lots of role playing and no combat. Well a little bit of combat to try to capture a “bug” from the Nightside that was kidnapping people and making golems that looked like the kidnapped people and taking over that person’s life with a “bug” inside the golem to run that golem. They created the golem with a small amount of the blood of the person being copied, and to maintain the spell and the shape of the golem the bug had to get a tiny amount of blood from the victim every other day. What we were trying to learn was where they were keeping the victims of the copy spell or if they had a supply of blood to keep the spell going while away from the victim and only go back at infrequent times. However the bug was about as fragile as you would imagine a giant insect to be and unable to take a single punch once the golem was broken. Seriously, one swat and the bug was splattered like runny scrambled eggs. Hard to get information from a bug in that condition…
And it’s time to put this one to bed before I take a good-night dose of diphenhydramine and go to bed. The chart says for a person of my weight the bedtime dose is 6 of the pills I have, so after I finish the post I’m going to shake out 6 pills and head to bed.
PSA, Opus
Witch on a Bicycle 