Hey, there, kids! Welcome back to another one of them new fangled BlogCandy posts. In this one, I’ll be doing and egg drop from my fridge, and talking about my earliest memory. Here’s the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmmEDOkOHJk
(By the way, I would totally embed them for you, but WordPress makes it turn invisible, then disappear from the post altogether every time I try. :C )
(Also, I’ve got about 15 more blogs to do in the next week and a half, so expect much more frequent updates!)
The Challenge:
I must drop an egg from the height of a fridge, protecting it only by 15 straws, 10 popsicle sticks, and 1 meter of tape.
Straws are softer than sticks. So to start, I made a triangular prism cage of straws for the egg. Then I made an outer cage of popsicle sticks. Then I ran out of tape and shoved all of the remaining materials into the structure randomly. Then I dropped it from the fridge. The egg lived.
Ugh, it was just a huge mess. I took way too long, and I just gave up on neatness and perfectness by the end of it, as you can see:
TheBlog:
What is your earliest memory?
My earliest memory is from when I was a small child, somewhere around one year old. I shared a room with my sister, and I slept in a wooden crib. Well one day, I discovered that I could take off the giant wooden knob at the end of one of the crib posts. I thought to myself, “This is cool, but I’m going to save it for later,” so I put it back on.
Just a few minutes later (which is a fairly long time to a baby), my sister got into her bed a few feet away, getting ready to go to sleep. I did the most logical thing the situation presented; I removed the knob and threw it as hard as I could at my sister’s head. I hit her and she screamed. I got in trouble and I screamed.
This story may sound horrible, but thinking back, my only wish is that I were conscious enough to have savored that moment. My sister was wretched to me all the way up to my early teens, so the act was more like pre-vengeance than naughtiness.
