What Tuesdays are like

No pictures today.



Good. You're still here.
There have been no updates in the past few days because there's been nothing to blog about.
Work's been growing on me steadily, and life has settled into a complacent rythm that leaves me with nothing to write about.

Until today, that is. Today was a scream.

I have, in one day, managed to turn up late to work, browse the internet and stumble onto (wha..?)this, this and this, get caught surfing the internet by my professor who then read the first of the linked articles with me, sweat in the summer heat even under a downpour of raindrops so large it hurt when they hit, realize (the hard way) that air is lousy at convecting and conducting heat, modify the roller design to an extent that rendered the last two week's work obsolete, meet the CEO of the company I work for and, together with the professor, convince him that their patent is useless and building upon it is an exercise in futility, try and explain why I can define Reynolds numbers with any relevant (length) scale to the resident engineers, hunt for perforated rollers on the web, try and explain to the locals that I need aluminium foil to bake my lunch, give up on the foil(ed) hunt(& look for porcelain instead), give up on baking my lunch, engage in a long discussion about the Galilean invariance of the Navier Stokes equations with the professor, realize that there's a fundamental anisotropy in Fick and Soret diffusion, and that the Navier Stokes equations are not (!) Galilean invariant, worry about all this for a while and argue with the professor, realize the professor is right, decide to bake lunch anyway, explode and char my pizza in the microwave (and break cutlery while at it), cause the entire ground floor to evacuate the building, smile sheepishly about the issue, hide the broken cutlery in my bag, soil my bag compartment and a copy of this with broken cutlery and charred pizza, throw the cutlery away and bake another pizza, eat half baked pizza and burn my gums, read a German book on PERL to try and learn German, learn neither PERL nor German, grab a free pc while the incidents of the day are still fresh in my head, and compose this impossibly long, circumlocutory report of the insanity that was today.

Only, the day's not over yet.