Shannon Larratt is Zentastic

So I’m asking Caitlin how she made the sauce in today’s supper (a Greek-ish oven pan sort of half way between lasagna, and backed mac’n'cheese), and she says, “butter, flour, cheese,” and then a small but bold voice at the end of the table eagerly asks…

“You picked flowers today?”

Then some snickering.

Then later I mention that the mother of a friend of Nefarious’s was a Unitarian minister and they were telling me about a friend of theirs is going to be Canada’s first major-denomination ordained transsexual minister, and Nefarious, as if she’s been waiting to say it for weeks, pipes up…

“A minister at the Ministry of Magic?”

And more snickering.

As you can see, punny interjections are her latest joke discovery, which is appropriate, because last time we had Chinese delivery her fortune cookie told her that everyone enjoyed her sense of humor… and that’s definitely true. Luckily I have a guilty pleasure for silly kids jokes. Also in that department of her brain, I think that explains this arrangement of her Barbie dolls that I stumbled upon tonight, which were all set up like this in the hope that they would embarrass me.

Other than that, one of the electronics projects that we built today was a tone generator where the frequency was determined by how well a current was conducted, the better the transmission the lower the pitch. When the current moved through my body, it was very high pitched and constantly changing, whining and sirening through space-war type sounds. Through Nefarious’s body on the other hand, the pitch was a perfectly consistent low hum that she could barely change if she tried. I don’t know if this was due to my size or my skin conductivity due to thickness or dryness, or what, but it was quite amazing how different we were… I think some time I want to rebuild this project and try it out on a wider range of people. I know that my muscles don’t transmit electrical signals properly, but I assume that side-effect has no effect on this circuit.

Tomorrow — I’m 99% sure anyway — I finally pick my Saab Sonnet III up from having its clutch replaced. While it was apart (and it was totally in pieces, with the super-cute diminutive engine out and the front clip removed) there were also some minor performance upgrades made to the car, so I’m quite looking forward to having it back and seeing how it drives! As nice as it has been to be puttering about in a super-efficient and inexpensive borrowed station wagon, I don’t have the same joy driving it as I do a car where I feel like there’s a personality that I can relate to.