We were testing out the new Website on different browsers and some smarty-mc-smarty decided to try it on Lynx:
It is not as bad as I thought it would be… Who remembers using Lynx?
So, being engineers, we are not satisfied with the performance of actual pumpkins. We begin to ask ourselves “Hmmmm… is there a better material to use? What would happen if I tried to shoot _____”
So during this years Halloween launch festivities the team decided to try out an ice ball.
Here is the result:
As we get ready to launch the new website and the new blog, I find myself looking back on PADT’s 18 year history. While looking for some lab pictures I found a directory buried about 6 levels down on my C:\ drive called “CompanyPictures” And inside are all of the pictures that we have kept over the years. After looking at them I thought it might be fun to put them out there on the Blog.
Unfortunately we did not think to take a picture till 2000. So we were already 6 years old. Since then we only missed 2004. Take a look. Maybe you recognize someone you used to work with here, maybe you used to work here. Let us know what you think in the comments.
For a couple of years now, PADT has had a tradition of shooting off pumpkin mortars on Halloween. Originally we took dry ice, sealed it with some water in a 2 Liter bottle, put it in a tube with a pumpkin on top and “bang-whooosh” a pumpkin goes a flying.
Being engineers, we have to improve on the process… this year we used foam wadding, put cameras inside foam “pumpkins” and tried launching an ice pumpkin. Here is the first attempt:
Look for more videos tomorrow.
On this part of the blog PADT will be sharing “information” that may not have a lot of real value, but that we enjoy. Look for links to things of high nerd value, a few jokes, silly pictures, and whatever else we feel might make you smile. There is a strict ban on LOL Cats, unless there is an engineering tie in.
For our Christmas parties at PADT we generally have over 40 employees so a traditional secret Santa gift exchange takes to long. So a couple of years ago we downloaded a right-left gift exchange story from the internet and it was a big hit. We ran out of stories on the internet, so we started writing our own, usually in some sort of over-the-top style. This year it was sort of a Film Noir style with a hard-boiled detective, a blond bombshell, and a can of Right Guard. There is a Christmas connection, but you have to read it to get it.
If you have never played this game before it is simple. Everyone gets their gift and forms a big circle in the middle of the room. Someone with a strong voice reads the story and every the word LEFT is read, everyone passes the package they have to the left. Every time the world RIGHT is read, everyone passes the package they have to their right. You should pause a bit at each LEFT/RIGHT to give people a chance to pass. Using funny voices for the dialog also helps.
– Vegas Christmas (2019)
– Hollywood Golden Age Christmas (2018)
– Elf Family Christmas (2017)
– Western Christmas (2016)
– Star Wars Christmas (2015)
– Fairy Tale Christmas (2014)
– Science Fiction Christmas (2013)
– Romance Christmas (2012)
– Film Noir Christmas (2011)
We hope you get as many laughs out of it as we did.
Jack Hammer sat in his office on the 5th floor of the WRIGHT insurance company building. His RIGHT hand held a cold cup of coffee, and in his LEFT was a RIGHT guard deodorant can. He wore a hat cocked slightly to the LEFT and parted his hair on the RIGHT. Two streams of cheesy Christmas music were coming through his walls, from Doctor LEFTentowskeys office on his RIGHT, and the accountant’s office on his LEFT. He didn’t know the name of the accountant, but he had LEFT Jack a Christmas Card with a picture of reindeer on the LEFT bank of the Siene in Paris, which Jack felt was just not… appropriate.
Christmas had been a lonely time for Jack ever since his wife Janice had LEFT him RIGHT before Christmas five years ago, waking up one morning and saying “We are not RIGHT for each other” She packed and walked RIGHT out the door.
As he was remembering this he heard footsteps coming down the hallway from the LEFT, and they stopped RIGHT in front of his door. After a few seconds he heard a rhythmic rapping on his door, three knocks one RIGHT after another, a pause, then three more RIGHT after that. It LEFT him a bit puzzled, but RIGHT now he needed the work and the distraction from his depressing thoughts.
He said, “Come RIGHT In”. The door opened to reveal a stunning blond bombshell. The kind that comes RIGHT out of a pinup calendar. The kind that had come into his office several times in the past and LEFT him heartbroken.
Her ruby red lips parted and she asked, with a slight accent that sounded almost Italian: “You Jack Hammer? My name is Cemento Smerigliatrice. My friend Joey RITEnhaour said you were the RIGHT man for the job?”
Her voice LEFT him a bit speechless, so he used the act of clearing off the RIGHT side of his desk to find a place to put the RIGHT guard down as an excuse to gain his composure. “I may be the RIGHT guy for the job, but it needs to be the RIGHT job.”
She walked over to his desk and around the RIGHT side to sit RIGHT there in front of him on the RIGHT corner. She said, leaving no chance LEFT for misinterpretation: “I need you to kill Santa Clause”
The statement hung there in the air, Jack was LEFT speechless.
“Why?” he asked
She pouted those red lips and leaned forward, putting her ample bosom RIGHT in front of his eyes and said: “Last year, that red-coated jerk LEFT me coal. I came downstairs and found that he had eaten the cookies and drunk the milk I LEFT him. But hanging there RIGHT over the fireplace was my stocking full of coal. It just is not RIGHT!”
Jack Hammer was used to trouble, and the part of him that didn’t get LEFT on the battlefields of the Pacific during WWII enjoyed the RIGHT kind of danger. But her whole attitude LEFT him a little nervous. She had LEFT something out that just didn’t seem RIGHT.
He looked her up and down and stared RIGHT into her eyes, and noticed a small tear streaking down her LEFT cheek. He put his RIGHT and LEFT hand down on the LEFT and RIGHT arms of his chair and slowly pushed himself up until he stood RIGHT next to her. “RIGHT now gorgeous, I don’t care what is RIGHT and what is… not-RIGHT. Life has LEFT a hole RIGHT here in my heart” he lifted her RIGHT hand in his and placed it on the LEFT side of his chest. “It has LEFT me bitter, LEFT me without any hope. LEFT me without a lot of morals.”
She looked up and smiled an evil smile at him. The kind of smile that LEFT you wondering if you took a wrong turn in a bad part of town… or maybe a RIGHT turn.
He let go of her hand to reach out and pulled her body RIGHT up against his and whispered in her LEFT ear.
“Looking at you I’m guessing that if Santa LEFT you coal, you deserved it. He has every RIGHT to leave you coal, because if you check his list you would be in that naughty column on the LEFT side of the sheet. “
He then spun her around and pushed her RIGHT out the door. “The elevator is on your LEFT sweaty, you can ride it RIGHT down to hell!”
Jack Hammer sat RIGHT back down in his chair and picked up the RIGHT guard that was sitting RIGHT on his desk. Somehow, the exchange LEFT him feeling good for the first time in a long time.
Meanwhile, far up RIGHT on top of the world, a large man in a red suit set a cup of hot cocoa on the LEFT side of his desk. He crossed out the name of Jack Hammer on the LEFT side of a long list, and wrote it in on the RIGHT side, under the heading of Nice. In a deep rumbly voice, he said: “Ho Ho Ho. Every year I am LEFT with no doubt, that RIGHT around the world when people are LEFT with a simple choice, they always do what is… appropriate.