I suppose the downside to having sex for three days straight, about twelve times a day, is not being able to top that again on the honeymoon. A high point being some random smooth jazz that came up, with that groovin' base line so tight I had to screw to the beat. It was like acrobatic porno music, and she started laughing so hard, and laughing being so infectuous, so did I....
So I was talking to my friend Andy, an engineer from Scotland, about porno music. We are so on the cutting edge of our work, but often have communication STRANGENESS because our accents are so different. Rolling those Rs tends to get me thinking in all kinds of circles we aren't jiving in, but often with creative results. "Yeah, they like tha' Body Weight...." He was referring to Barry White. I was thinking heavy, light, or this is leading somewhere inappropriate and unwelcome, or.... I must have had a lost look. "Yoo knoo, froom tha' September alboom." Ah... "Let's wiegh that part." "Boot whyeeeee?" "Densities are differing in the samples. THAT'S why we can't get consistent feed rates." Lightbulb goes on in his eyes....
He gets free R&D consultation from a leader out in the field (me) on woodworking, while I get free training in robotics designing. Not a bad deal considering degrees mean much less than reputation in my work.
So we're testing a state of the art tool, me at the computer, he watching near the block of wood being cut. He signals a neck chop to stop, even though it's barley whispering through that block. We jump on the flakes thrown off, he measuring the thickness with a digital micrometer, me aiming a laser temperature sensing guage at the pile, when my boss walks up all of a sudden. He does that. "What the fuck you guys doin'?" "Optimizing the ipm and rpm for cutting
Khaya at 35 lb/cubic foot without burning, fuzzing, or degrading the $400 bit in a day." I said all nonchalant like. "Du-WHAT?" "Fucking hotrodding this bitch. She'll run ten times faster after today." Smiles, walks away. I give a questioning thumbs up to Andy, looking up from his calculations, hotrods in my mind, vaguely. He was saying "just barely." All I heard was "Juiced Harley."
You don't want to know where this one went....
So I was talking to my friend Andy, an engineer from Scotland, about porno music. We are so on the cutting edge of our work, but often have communication STRANGENESS because our accents are so different. Rolling those Rs tends to get me thinking in all kinds of circles we aren't jiving in, but often with creative results. "Yeah, they like tha' Body Weight...." He was referring to Barry White. I was thinking heavy, light, or this is leading somewhere inappropriate and unwelcome, or.... I must have had a lost look. "Yoo knoo, froom tha' September alboom." Ah... "Let's wiegh that part." "Boot whyeeeee?" "Densities are differing in the samples. THAT'S why we can't get consistent feed rates." Lightbulb goes on in his eyes....
He gets free R&D consultation from a leader out in the field (me) on woodworking, while I get free training in robotics designing. Not a bad deal considering degrees mean much less than reputation in my work.
So we're testing a state of the art tool, me at the computer, he watching near the block of wood being cut. He signals a neck chop to stop, even though it's barley whispering through that block. We jump on the flakes thrown off, he measuring the thickness with a digital micrometer, me aiming a laser temperature sensing guage at the pile, when my boss walks up all of a sudden. He does that. "What the fuck you guys doin'?" "Optimizing the ipm and rpm for cutting
Khaya at 35 lb/cubic foot without burning, fuzzing, or degrading the $400 bit in a day." I said all nonchalant like. "Du-WHAT?" "Fucking hotrodding this bitch. She'll run ten times faster after today." Smiles, walks away. I give a questioning thumbs up to Andy, looking up from his calculations, hotrods in my mind, vaguely. He was saying "just barely." All I heard was "Juiced Harley."
You don't want to know where this one went....
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Did you say TWELVE times a day?
Dude, I hope you ate your wheaties for breakfast!
You're my dream man...