One year ago today: March 3, 2025, box, stove, etc.
Five years ago today: March 3, 2021, dating apps?
Nine years ago today: March 3, 2017, almost sunflowers.
Random years ago today: March 3, 2015, Florida road art.
Ha-ha, spring is approaching and out come the ads for bass players. The season is over and all the wannabes are quitting the bands that go nowhere. Happens every year and the bands replace one wannabe with another, it’s a relay race. It could be another day of physical weakness, a good reminder that every other function degrades unless you have a good ticker first. Not so with the brain and I was up early trying to fix a microcontroller glitch. The brain seems unaffected unless they dope you up. See addendum for how I’m thinking.
Dang, I have one crappy camcorder, it will not focus less than about a yard. Here is my clipboard with the logo etched. Looks a lot nicer, as in official. This was so boring I called ahead to check on Festus timing, it is set for suppertime. Of all the things, stringing out the cables and setting the laser up was enough to tucker me out, necessitating a two-hour nap. I need to get past this hurdle. Later, Festus was canceled over this.
Not so many hours even later, the neighbor called and we watched a Gunsmoke tale any way. That’s how fast my condition swings. Some lady unknowingly falls for the gunslinger who killed her husband. Sofas have become my friend in the past short while and we may pencil in another movie or two now that we know I can walk to his back porch and back.
He’s keen on the war and news but you know, none of these wars in the past decades has made a lick of difference to me. No changes to my routines and I do not really know anybody in the army. I study war but have nothing to do with it.
Wee peepers.
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Here’s my clipboard with the laser logo. It was dark by the time I discovered that was the only thing I really got done today. By evening, the healing pains enter a new phase. I can’t tell if it is an increase in pain to the bones in the upper chest, or just an increased return of sensation to the area. For a while I’ve experienced a dull and uncomfortable “mending” they said is normal. Now it feels like a kick or blow delivered across the chest. Ever had a cracked rib? Well, triple that.
In other news, there’s a huff about Crenshaw losing his Texas seat. That’s the RINO who plays up the eyepatch angle and votes against Trump apparently for the sake of it. My interest is how the media is not looking into why the election was so expensive. Who was the recipient of all those millions and time to investigate and limit their power to do such things.
ADDENDUM
My first and favorite Arduino, an Uno, had developed a problem, it will not sync with the port ever since I connected the laser printer. This is ancient DOS era interfacing, using the COM ports which never quite worked as they were supposed to. Fixing it is not as easy as it sounds as there are some 15 different sources of the problem. I have a wired printer, laser etcher, and now the Arduino that all love COM 3. You’d think if I never used them all at the same time, it would work fine.
But 1970 engineers are no smarter than today, so I began stepping through each port until I got to one I’ve never used before. Port 8. Good, as I was beginning to worry my Uno had finally cratered. It’s been battered and a few years ago I accidentally used it to drive a stepper [motor] which badly overheated the unit. The biggest fail of the Arduino remains no way to tell what sketch (program), if any, is installed on a unit. I tinkered with a subroutine that would send a serial message, but then you have to go find a computer with the Arduino IDE installed.
Today’s plan is to rig up a transistor controlled relay and see if I can test it to the limit. The challenge is the transistor is far faster and there has to be a maximum. I want to know it. I also need a handy 12V power supply using dollar store batteries. And I cannot find my container of jumper wires. This might be a productive day after all. But I never got there.
No, it was not, I nodded off in the comfy chair until 11:00PM. I wonder if it is this life vest that is allowing me only 3 hours sleep at a time. It seems passive but I never had this sleep cycle before. My coffee consumption has skyrocketed.
