Of cats, glowy things, and tri-color foaming wax:

Hmm, yes, this is a fine box of kitteh

Pat the tortie tush!

While everyone got spooky for the office Halloween party I just pretty much came as my true usual self. Our CPR instructor called me Sailor Moon and I will be amused by this FOREVER. Spooky Cat just because.


Slightly less glowy “but I can actually see stuff this way” version

 

 

 

 

And a strange car wash:

Peace, Love, Shitposting

It me:

Pumpkin Foreman
Better get in while the $600 general admission tickets last
FoNoGo
Cassie action shot
Neat old drinking fountain in the Coloma Community Center
Cool architectural design, but miss me with that colonizer scum.
Happy marmalade colored bebby

I have yet to get a picture of this because they just both get up, but lately Gingy and Scrappy have been curling up there like a little yin – yang of floofle. So precious.

(⁠◕ ◕⁠)

The SNG truck that wants to try our patience— it just doesn’t wanna finish running all the emissions monitors so it can get a smog check. Supposedly it *only* needs to be driven 400 more miles. Uhhhhhhhhh.

If hhhhhhh in an empty forest, does it make a sound?

So once again I was asked to look at one of our transmitters as after it got split, reconfigured, unsplit, and put back on air, it was only making 75% power… then suddenly, 50%. Very weird. Faults showed an intermediate power amplifier not working, but why? After trying to swap it I noticed one of the power pins on this weird connector at the back had kinda fallen into the module. Here’s the connector and the back of the module.

The connector is a DB 5W5 which is modular and lets you field configure it for whatever floats your boat. In this case it’s four big high current pins and one RF connector.

After not having any luck swapping the module and noticing it seated kinda weird, I called up GatesAir support and was asked to inspect the matching connector on the backplane.

Well There’s Your Problem, they’re all BURNINATED.

Here’s the inside of the module from when I opened it to reseat the pin.

I told my director of engineering about what I found and I’m pretty sure his response was:

The parts quote was $1900 for the backplane and they still haven’t quoted me for the part on the modules. To be honest I don’t think they even like talking to me at all, even when I’m just being a proper friendly person just trying to make wattage.

Then I learned that my director of engineering just resigned. He’s going over to PBS. I’m really happy for him but trying to think of how we’re going to reorganize has me all

Anyway, an afternoon run up to the forest, a day off after spending so much time on that transmitter, and some kitty cuteness helped quell the possum hissing.

Gobble?
May I offer you an peet in these trying times?

Other silliness:

Potentially useful reaction pic:

Die mad about it

Transmitter bear, high up in the sierras:

A PissTek fan? No wait. Remember how I said I like how radio doesn’t have graphics systems? This video card’s fans both locked up and killed a big monitor wall. The video processor for this is a single point of failure (of course) and the wall is pretty much the entire news set (of course). These frameless fans are of an unobtainable size but I found that an 80mm x 10mm fan would fit here. These are also vanishingly rare but I was able to get some that Digi-Key still has…

Gingy and Scrappy love the cool, freshly pressure washed patio.

Mrow

This is a post full of cats.

My coworker, Amina, sent me these pictures of the station cats and I love them so much. I always wanna boop that little spotty nose but Scrappy always mooshes his whole face into my hand first!

And here’s Miss Cassie

Oh, and two turkeys. These have thankfully been wise enough to avoid sales department windows. We’re still waiting on replacement glass….

I dunno, let’s go dig in the packing peanuts

Sometimes you just find yourself soaking the business end of a weird 3d input device in isopropanol just because, ok

I’m just posting various strange things this time. Also, cats, as usual.

She could care less about anything else in this broadcast facility other than the feline rump warmer.
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