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Once upon a time Jason was about to blog about Trevor, the pet fish. (I’m reluctant to call him Jason’s pet fish, because that would seem to take sides in Jason and Ronnie‘s perpetual argument about who loved Trevor more.) While Jason was writing his blog post, I whipped up a quick Flash animation of Trevor being playful/vicious. Jason graciously accepted my contribution and linked to the animation on his blog post.
(Back then I hadn’t learned to use the word “cute” except in mockery, but since my friend Ryan found out that it’s OK for married men to use the word, I’ve been trying to learn it. I’m still no expert, but by my unprofessional reckoning, Jason’s post is pretty cute. Any experts can confirm or deny that.)
In any case, back then Blogger didn’t let you upload things (and they might not still let you upload a Flash file), so I uploaded the animation to my own server so Jason could just link to it.
Many generations passed. Blogs died and other blogs took their places. Trevor himself went the way of all the duck pond in order to save Ronnie’s and my souls from Yahtzee (but that’s a story for another time).
Then, one day (as in this Wednesday), I decided to post an animation I made. Of course, this reminded me of my quickly, but lovingly, made animation of Trevor. But alas, the link no longer worked and the animation was not to be found in all of the Internets.
Sorry, either Adobe flash is not installed or you do not have it enabled
(Yes, all of that long post was just to explain that I’m posting this animation again. And Jason’s link works again, too.)
A little over a month ago my ward had a dumb activity in which I didn’t want to participate. So, instead of going to the activity, Tyler and I built a gun.
My friend Ryan and I had built a potato gun in high school, and I think Tyler had done the same, so we both knew the basic operations and what we needed. At the hardware store, we discovered that this is not only a very common practice, but that they don’t necessarily like helping with this, so they don’t readily sell the parts that we needed. We ended up compromising and making due with what they had, but in the process, we developed a new kind of potato cannon.
The Darth Cannon TM had a fail-safe. In the event that the pressure in the chamber was too high, instead of breaking the combustion chamber, it would blow-off the barrel to relieve the pressure. We were invincible. We couldn’t hurt ourselves with this.
So, as any good college students who had built a gun, Tyler and I did science experiments on it. (I bet you thought we were going to use it to break things, huh?) We took it to the baseball field and measured the distances it traveled with different fuel-filling styles, until we’d figured out how to best use the Darth Cannon.
Unfortunately, the Darth Cannon met its end this weekend. We’d gone up the canyon to sit around a bonfire, and I’d gotten bored. So, naturally, I pulled the Darth Cannon out of my trunk (where everyone keeps their home-made guns) and loaded it up. I readjusted the barrel because it had gotten a little crooked in my trunk, but I guess I didn’t tighten it up enough afterwards. When I shot it, instead of the potato flying out, the barrel itself shot off. This was good, of course, because it proved that my fail-safe would work, but in all of the excitement, I kind of broke off the trigger ignition that we’d put on it.