Contents Of My Desk

From: jfw@jfwhome.FUNHOUSE.COM (John F. Woods)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Re: My desk
Message-ID: <1992Apr10.021634.14808@jfwhome.FUNHOUSE.COM>
Date: 10 Apr 92 02:16:34 GMT
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Organization: Misanthropes-R-Us

In <1992Apr6.163917.3282@news.larc.nasa.gov> kludge@grissom.larc.nasa.gov ( Scott Dorsey) writes:
>- A Kellner Capacitors catalogue (open to the Corning glass mil-spec stuff)

Like, can you look up their N-750 glass capacitors and tell me a distributor who'll sell less than a million at a time?

Here is a subset of my cramped used hotel writing desk:

H29 terminal, built with my BARE HANDS (and a soldering iron)

on top of same is:

A clock
A rubber brain

to its left:

a menu from New Asia, the excellent chinese restaurant that I no longer live a convenient walk away from
a pair of pliers
a bag of 4 Megahertz crystals
"Auto Seal" silicone rubber
a schematic for an SB-303 receiver
campaign literature from "Bo Gritz for President" (the last President we'll ever need)
a power supply (including a handwound power transformer) for a spectrum analyzer I'll build if I don't go MAD first

Ah hell nothing over on the right side is funny.

So I'll just conclude with a little poem:

I think eggplants are silly
	and France is awash in oatmeal.
dah dah dadadah really
	dah dah dadadah feel.

Well, half of one, anyway.