Sorry! You’re not allowed to have light bulbs you can actually see by anymore.
This is a fun little thing I built for the children’s museum.
The pool for the remote controlled boats always had this ledge at the back and two static cranes (made of really strong steel, may I add!) at the back.
The former director of exhibits decided this should be an interactive feature adding a goal for guests who are more skilled at controlling the boats to aim for.
When you succeed, the amber beacon light flashes and the train rolls over like it’s going to pick up cargo. After a few seconds it departs.
Yes, those yellow relays are the ones equipped with the surprise diode 😉
This is the solution I came up with for the train control. There are gaps in the third rail to allow isolation. I pulled the spaghetti out of the locomotive and wired the motors to the wheels.
It works great. Or, if you put the locomotive on the track backwards, it drives its coupler right through the drywall. BANG!! 😉
Hey guys I accidentally came in contact with the HD-SDI jack on an AJA video processor set to change timecode and got sucked into the 1970s. Please send me ridiculous disco pants. Thanks!
And now, two mysteries:
Greenies. Where do they go? Who takes them? World may never know.
What is this beautiful thing? It’s about 3″ diameter and my best guess is it’s a flat, ironless rotor for a wound rotor induction motor. It’s video tape machine related.
* read Neilsen ratings tomorrow to see how amazingly sharply the ratings share plummeted for the latter half of the Grammys after the opening number of Hamilton ended
* prepare to laugh
You lucky jerks
You’re missing out on all the, uh, phun… With the Coconut Grove Arts Festival and the Miami Boat Show going on simultaneously, the greater Miami-Dade area is on rich idiot lockdown.
Last night I ran afoul of the grubbiest thing I’ve seen out of the Shitty of Miami for years: they had the exits from Watson Island blocked just beyond a city owned plot of land being used for valet parking for the mega yacht portion of the boat show. In preparation for the show, they wrapped the Miami Children’s Museum in ten foot chain link fencing to keep the pesky commoners away from the rich idiots going to see the multi million dollar floating poo barges*. Well… The Shitty of Miami cops erected a road block to ensure that nobody could drive out if they were not coming out of the $50 valet parking….
For several hours… They would let one vehicle out at a time, half an hour or more apart. I was first in line for the exit for 45 minutes. I sat there a very long time watching a quite unskilled valet with bad tattoos try to park a Rolls-Royce.
Screw you, Miami. Screw you and the political favors you rode in on. I’ll be over here avoiding paying more than my daily take home pay in parking.
Yes, I know, it’s not in Miami– but it was never the Miami Hamboree, was it?
February 3-4, 2016, at the War Memorial Auditorium in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. See hamboree.org for more.
Well look what the 1980s dragged in.
It’s the working zombie remains of a Ryko R7B car wash.
It’s in service but I wouldn’t use it! The brushes are toast. If they lose too many filaments, the hard plastic c-channel strips and the metal rollers themselves will hit the car spinning. No thanks, my paint is already Hialeah enough as it is.
Note: the fact that I’m posting this does not constitute any invitation to harass me for further information. It’s at 123 street and West Dixie in North Miami; use at your own risk. I won’t. It’s just too far gone. You know who you are, wankers.
This is just a post of shout outs and appreciation for all the wonderful times we’ve shared.
To Elyse, the coolest librarian ever, Pablo KJ4PAP, Kyle and Brennan [no call yet, we need to fix this], Peter, Merritt, Kenn Marshall, Dean W2WDW….
KI4LJM, for reminding me to never give up
Ron W1XBS, for helping me just be myself, now drifting off with the skywaves…
Miguel, Ryan, Frank, and all the others who shared my crazy idea of throwing a freaking hamfest and activation of the TCFW link
Sean Dream, Marishka, and Erica, for being generally amazing artistic badasses
Sergio, who truly shares my insane passion for radio broadcasting
Shane, for being such an inspiration, and Leo, for smiling puppeh support
Josh, who shares my same goofy sense of humor
Jorge, drawing lines in the digital sands
The Radiate family, for all the great times.
Mikey, the RF magician. Seriously….
And to everyone else… You know who you are 😉
These boxes made me mad and very sore today. 16,000 pounds and none of them fit through the doors.
But this box never manages to make me mad. It’s full of pixel kitteh. And look, I managed to get a picture of Joe DiMeowgio! He’d been visiting but I hadn’t caught him there yet.
The dude in the pyramid tent is Ramses The Great and he seems to really like my virtual yard here.
This is from the Neko Atsume game, which is just ridiculously silly and cute.