Sunday, 26 December 2010

A literal metal squirrel

My desk here is kind of a mess. Stupid moving country.

Regardless, nuts go into the squirrel's mouth, you push his tail down and he shatters the nut in his steely grip.

Or so the theory goes. Walnuts are a bit big and almonds are virtually indestructible.

Friday, 24 December 2010

More Car Ice: Ice Flowers?

The sub-zero temperatures continue causing stranger and stranger patterns to form on pre-existing ice crystals (on my car). These ones look a bit like flowers. Another week of this and I am sure the crystals will achieve sentience and then defrosting the car might actually be genocide.

Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Car Ice!

So given that it has not been breaking zero here, the ice on my car has had the chance to grow in some pretty little spikes.

Monday, 20 December 2010

Driving Home For Christmas - The PhD Ends

So, I suppose I should change the description of this blog. As I am no longer doing any experimental work. I have left Bristol behind to spend Christmas with my parents before I set out into the wide world and start writing up the shambolic collection of misadventures known as "My PhD".

Regardless, Bristol is around a three hour drive from where my parents live, but it was a little bit snowy, so I made sure to pack a banana, two miniature Melton Mowbray (accept no imitations) pork pies, a bag of Malteasers, two oranges and a couple of bottles of water. All in all I was expecting it to take maybe four or five hours, as it can when the traffic is truly awful.

How wrong I was. So very wrong. I set off a little after noon having compressed my worldly belongings into my tiny car and escaping the fair city with its few centimetres of festive snow. I arrived at the house of my parents at around half one in the morning.

An extra ten hours. Ten hours where I covered perhaps nine miles trapped between junctions four and five on the M5 (major motorway going between Bristol and Birmingham). I nearly went insane. I attempted to wee in a bottle but couldn't find an angle. I got out of the more or less stationary car to do my business upon the central reservation but feared that the temperatures being so far below zero could cause irreparable damage to one of the favourite parts of my anatomy. And then I drove past a this little snowman at around hour eight of my journey. It made me smile. Luckily, I had plenty of time to snap a photograph.

Thursday, 16 December 2010

More graphs for the graph God

The result actually seems to have held up under closer scrutiny. This one has multiple point and lines and a little greyed out box!

Sadly, this "sensor" is nowhere near as sensitive as just popping your finger into a solution and seeing it tastes sweet or not.