One of these days I’m going to get around to writing something topical. Something insightful. Something that can assist a person who’s googling fervently for an answer to a complex situation or question. One of these days.
Today is not one of those days. Today is just another useless rant about absolutely nothing at all.
Why? I dunno. It seems like any time I have something insightful to write, I don’t have time to write it. Once the urge has passed, so too has my time to write about whatever the hell had occurred to me prior. It’s an ugly cycle of “non-writing” that’s pretty much relegating this blog to “livejournal” status.
Well. Let’s tally what all I have to contribute to the wealth of human knowledge to date.
- CMM Programming Experience
- PC-DMIS Specific Knowledge
- Calypso Specific Knowledge
- GD&T Knowledge
- Tolerance, fit, function, and how they all tie together
- LVDT Implementation, including trigonometry functions, formulas, etc.
- Gaging knowledge
To be honest, this list is by no means comprehensive. It’s a tiny fraction of the shit I encounter (and conquer) on a daily basis. I’m always looking to broaden my horizons.
I don’t know. If anyone has any requests on technical information they might like to see, go ahead and request it. I can’t really think of anything incredibly helpful off hand that I haven’t been able to solve with google, save for a few special cases.
Speaking of which, I do have something gnawing at the back of my skull that I’d really like to have answered.
I’ve discovered that there’s a relationship between exsecant and diameter of a circle, and I’d like to know what governs that relationship. If anyone out there in internet land can point out to me why I’m able to solve this problem (in other words, why my solution works), please help a brother out.
On a more personal note; I’m going to change the tone of this entry.
My son turned two today. He’s officially entering “toddler” territory. He’s picking words up super quickly. He’s so very loving, and so very smart. Sure, he’s a bully sometimes, and he’s not perfect, but he’s my son. He’s my little man. I’m incredibly proud of him. I’ll have to post a picture of my little booger pretty soon. He got his first haircut, and he looks like someone else’s tiny human. I’m used to a miniature fluff-head. My little fluff-head has disappeared, giving way to a tiny man.