The Joy REV-6

So, a long, long time ago I drew a picture of me holding two guns, one with the word "Joy" written on it, the other with "Satisfaction". At the time, I only had one Nerf Maverick REV-6, and realised that it would work good for the two gun setup. Now, a year and a half later, I've finally completed Joy:

Satisfaction is going to be the finalized version of the mods I've done to this gun (I've learned some stuff along the way), and it's going to be silver. I'll probably also make a Joy mk. 2 should the improvements I have in mind for Satisfaction work as I think they will.
Now, for the fun stuff; modifications include shaving the restrictor posts off of the swing-out mechanism to allow for easier loading of the turret, removing the air-restrictors, narrowing the plunger tube for increased pressure, stretching the plunger spring, locking the rotating mechanism slipper-clutch, relocating the trigger spring, and filling the AR space with foam and straws to further improve pressure. The range doesn't appear to have been greatly affected, at least not on all barrels (there are a couple that really launch the sonic darts far, though), but the power behind them is definitely greater and the accuracy has been improved.

'Primavera' Means Peas.

I know this to be true, because no matter how appetizing that pasta primavera dish on the menu looks, it always comes to you with loads upon loads of unmentioned, often times hidden, peas. Little green balls of vegetable yicky that you were not expecting when you ordered that dish that looked so good not more than fifteen minutes prior (if it takes longer, then it's a busy day, and as such you should tip accordingly). Of course, I know this now, but I still make the mistake of ordering the primavera from time to time just because nothing else on the menu looks all that good and so I end up with peas. I don't like peas (of course, if the place is clearly not busy and the order still takes over fifteen minutes, you should also tip accordingly, and inspect your food for stray bits of stuff that oughtn't be in there (peas not included)).
Also, they put peas in fried rice; you can see them if you look hard enough and you're getting it at the mall. If you're getting it at a hole in the wall, though, you may have to ask to inspect the fried rice before you order it, otherwise you've committed yourself to a whole chinese takeout box thingy of rice with hidden peas that are darker than those found in the previously mentioned primavera, and this is not a good thing to do. Of course, if you like peas, then I hate you and you should probably stop reading all my carefully thought-out tips on how to avoid eating the hidden peas of life.

Also, I got to work at plant two last night.

Sometimes, on cold days, I stand on the roof and fish for cattle; once in a great while I eat a head of cabbage for no reason in particular.

HaHA! Crackers.

... have absolutely nothing to do with this post. I did, however, snag the last pack of cheese n' peanut butter crackers from the vendin' moe-sheen a couple nights ago... though I don't think anyone was too broken up about it. Jackie and Rob have also decided to "accidentally-on-purpose" forget to give me breaks as of late, due to having accidentally done so twice this past week. Now they just wait until I start to look a touch worried that I've been forgotten about about, and then Rob comes up and says "No breaks today, Ryan. Jackie said to work you like a dog." and so I says, "'kayy..." and Rob looks dismayed that his clever tactic didn't work so well.
But, since I seem to always blog about what I did at work, I'm not gonna today... mostly because everything I could say I've probably said already (though it's pretty much confirmed that I get two weeks off for Christmas this year, starting December 23rd). I'm still employed is I guess the important part, anyway (also, Khira has applied, so maybe she'll get to join in the fun soon, anyway). I've also got to go out and get my mother a license plate frame for Christmas today... not sure why she wants one, but that's what my dad said, so I might as well get it (and it's a lot cheaper than the steam cleaner I was considering getting her... especially since she'd probably use it twice and then put it in storage). So that'll be one other Christmas present I actually buy for someone this year.
It's gotten increasingly harder for me to formulate lists for people as the holidays approach each year, I've noticed... and now I've got not only my own family asking for a list from me, but also Nixie's mom asking. The heck is the deal here? My own family (not including relatives) pretty much got two things to work with: the three volume set on the Grand Unified Field Theory of Classical Quantum Mechanics, and a T-mobile phone card. Nixie's mom might get a short list including lots of goofy fun things that I don't have and probably don't need, but I'd be better off with in the long run. The rest of the family, well... I'm sure I'm going to get two bags of microwave popcorn and a sun-visor CD-holder from my Aunt (same thing I've gotten the past three years from her... nevermind that I don't have a CD player in my car), and probably money or something from the grandparents. I'm not eligible for presents on my mom's side of the family because I'm over eighteen, and according to my aunt (mom's younger sister), once a kid reaches age eighteen, they don't count any more. My mom's side of the family is full of bitchy-types, I tell ya...
Anyhow, that's about all I can think of to yammer about for now... aside from my nose feeling like it's been cemented shut with mucus... lovely.

3534 of Plant 1

So, it seems it's been a while since I've updated this... and I feel I probably should. Just got home from the factory (got paid fifteen minutes overtime... holy smokes!), and I'm not really tired, but not really awake either. I slept for a good part of yesterday before scurrying off to school, and then I got a little more sleep over at Nixie's before she had to run off to work at Timmy Horton's, so I'm fairly rested at this point.
I got to run two machines consecutively last night; number four and number five. Number four is a machine that makes lenses for some sort of doo-dad that they make on number six (I was talking to the woman who operates that machine, and she has no idea what the thing is, either), and number five works hard spittin' out a shit-ton of puddle lamps for me to sort into lefts and rights. I'm always uneasy when it comes to running two machines at once, as I don't do it very often (though it pretty much guarantees my machine won't break down and send me off to the grinders for the fourth night in a row), so I was understandably frustrated when it seemed like number five kept getting backed up while I was attempting to keep number four going steady.
Neither of the machines can really be run on their own by separate operators, however. Number four moves wayyy too slow and you can get way ahead of it in a matter of minutes, and while number five is considerably faster, the amount of work involved with inspecting the parts is considerably less, and so you'll just end up waiting for parts to build up. To a person who hasn't run them before, however, they don't seem to compliment each other very well; too slow to run separate, but too fast to be together unless the person knows how to time things.
So, by this morning I had them both pretty well caught up and was waiting for parts on both of them. I've also determined that none of the "specialty" cutting tools designed to cleanly cut clear plastic are worth the material they're made of. The press on number two cuts about once every ninety tries, and the heated clippers on four take forever to melt through the plastic (though they are damned hot... I'd know), so I dunno why they haven't replaced them with something better (probably the same reason the grinder drawers are repaired with packing tape and not welded).
I've also been informed by just about every material handler there is that a person does not want to be a material handler. I've also learned that it's possible to add "fsckin'" to the beginning of pretty much every word in a sentence, as evidenced by a co-worker doing so during lunch break.
Lastly, Khira's looking into getting a job as an operator on the same shift as me... lookie what you get to look forward to.

xD