Welcome to Derpville Laundromat

Hello! Thanks for using our facilities. Below is a list of guidelines that are not written rules, but everyone seems to follow them, so maybe you should too.

  • ALWAYS block in other customers in the parking lot upon arriving.
  • Please come in with all of your screeching, running, demonic little hell spawn crotch droppings in tow, and leave them unsupervised at all times.
  • Immediately dash towards the largest washing machines we have available with your load of laundry, push any other customers out of your way, toss it in, then stand around blocking the aisle for a few minutes before promptly leaving for half an hour without starting the washer.
  • When you do finally return, hopefully after letting your children pull open dryer doors everywhere to interrupt everyone’s loads drying and jabbing at the temperature buttons on every washer and dryer to cause damage to delicate clothes or leave them uselessly tumbling sopping wet, please place either no detergent at all or half a box worth in the machine.
  • Once your laundry is washed, please leave it sitting in the machine a few hours then come back.
  • Always be sure to leave about a dozen roofing nails in the pockets on your clothes to ensure that they fall out and turn the steel basket on our washers and dryers into a godawful cheese grater from hell.
  • Feel free to wash a blue tarp covered in dried blood of mysterious origin.
  • Always blast terrible SoundCloud rap from your five gallon Bluetooth speaker.
  • Please ensure you allow WordPress to break your so elegantly witty shitpost with the <ul> tag screwing up the editor.

This is based on observations from using laundromats in a few different places, but mostly Hallandale. Good old Hallandale. Wasting away in good old Hallandale….

Panderphonics

Today I had to fix an issue in the studio of our uhhh… 18-30 oriented CHR Bullshittin’ With Bieber station and I heard a newer single from The Chainsmokers play that had the exact same synth loop as “Older”. Now That’s What I Call Bullshit!

#Shitposting

Welp now I’m in an angry shitposting mood.

Since the early 2000s I’ve noticed a trend in how music is commercially promoted and pushed for radio airplay. Payola has always been a big thing that’s rubbed endless shitty music in our faces, but this is different…. It’s almost like the industry got too complacent to give a shit.

Now, how do you get your music promoted? Just sound like someone else who’s been heavily marketed to where they earned, or more like, bought, high positions on the charts.

Back in the 90s there was some of this going on too, but it was “hey we have this amazing vocalist and that kind of talent is hot now…”

But alas, everything now is in a colossal backslide following a big stagnation a few years ago. Remember when Ariana Grande was given the Grammy for best rock artist because there were no active rock bands with any material being released?

Five Finger Death Punch is charting for sounding like fucking Nickelback.

These artists on the Billboard chart all just sound like lousy drunken dumpster fires.

I’d rather listen to the cooling fans on the Nautel transmitters than anything on this chart.

This is why I’ll never make it on the programming side of commercial radio (is that where the actual money is??).

Oh hell don’t even get me started on “yeah uh we have this mediocre ass single that we sent back to be remastered featuring 15 seconds of vocals from this shitty famous person, FIVE PLAYS PEE HOUR PLEASE”

Ok, it’s Pizza Mountain now

From now on I have a standing rule that our site with the three ArmNOPEs is Pizza Mountain, because if I have to go up there to fix anything the company is going to have to buy me pizza in exchange for doing so.

Our engineer from the two markets down south sent me this picture of where the transmitter for the “Power” CHR station… well, it had a power…. problem. Its latest trick was to roast the primary lead to the plate transformer.

A couple weeks ago I went up there at night and reset the breaker to put that thing on air. I had no idea the reason it likely tripped was that it was slow-roasting itself to death internally. OH WELL!

So that’ll be spinach, mushrooms, extra cheese, roasted garlic, and Canadian bacon, please…. I still have to fit one of the other transmitters up there with new motors for the input tuning caps in a “nobody’s made this gearhead DC motor in two decades” situation, gee, where have I seen this before?

So, to be fair, Pizza Mountain is a ridge you get to prior to reaching a taller mountain range to the west. I tried to drive up there to explore a bit but got SNOped out, oh well! I should go up there in summer and see what’s beyond here. I know this highway eventually goes over the other side and lands in the Mendocino Forest.

say, isn’t this what led the donner party to expand their culinary horizons?

Tortie.stl

When configuring Klipper to run your delta printer, always set the option silly_cat: true in the config file.

Here, daddy, let me confirm those delta arm and tower measurements for you! That’s one fang, two fangs…..

She likes the feel of the cog belt against her face.

Object has exceeded build area! Harmlessly. Huh.

In keeping with my brother’s Pusheen-based naming convention for the prototyping lab apparatus at the lab he works in at FIU…. this printer is Deltasheen.

For another example of that, here’s a

SheenTel. My idea is actually to have a row of these Pusheens at our studios that light up in a soft green or blue during normal operation, but if one of the Nautel transmitters sends an SNMP alert, the station’s corresponding Pusheen will blink amber or red.

Brain sludge.

Earlier this morning while actually feeling the effects of my brain trying to malfunction its way into full on migraine headache, I started to ponder for a moment if years of living with stress, sleep deprivation, and anxiety had left me with the brain chemistry of an abandoned swimming pool.

Nah. It’s not that bad— migraines just suck. Basically, the brain entirely misfires and screws up, best I can understand of the medical science behind it. It’s like when you’re playing a pinball game and a multiball begins and the balls all immediately loft off of each other and off of the slingshots and other unpleasant parts of the playfield and suddenly drain at the left and right outlanes and SDTM (straight down the middle).

But then I had this one intrusive thought, or more like, memory, that keeps haunting me to this day. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT MYSTERY PARTY EVERY WEEKEND?

 

It was, oh, 2004 or so. The Quad was a neverending source of excitement in my neighborhood but there was one thing that I could never, ever figure out. It was fairly harmless, except to one’s sense of logic and reason, trying to figure out what it was or why it was happening.

 

Our house was in the middle of the block on the south side. On the northeast corner of the block was a house on a slightly large lot which had a big yard and a large covered patio on the back. There was an extended family living there, which isn’t uncommon at all. Every now and then they had parties which had a lot of people in attendance – seemed like most of them were family for the most part.

 

I suspect the house changed ownership as I saw different vehicles outside and an older lady who used to walk around the block every day wasn’t there anymore. I never really spoke to them much as the language barrier was pretty bad – I’ve never spoken enough Spanish to hold a conversation and they didn’t speak English. Everything thus had a kind of mystery about it— but then came the really… really big mystery.

 

The family there started holding parties every weekend and brought in a DJ (by which I mean some guy who had a mixer, iTunes, and a set of speakers). The first couple of weekends, it was just blasting salsa, reggaeton, and random pop music, with his voice occasionally booming over it all distorted. The music was POWERFULLY loud and was very audible inside our concrete block house, probably a good 300 feet away. They’d start up maybe 1 or 2 pm, and it’d be over by like 6 or so, never running into the night (thank goodness). Cars would be parked on the swale all over the block from the people in attendance. Following these first 2 or 3 unremarkable parties, they developed a unique and bizarre format, and that is what haunts me to this day. What was this and WHY?

In radio, a lot of programming adheres to a format clock which dictates what goes where in each hour. There are certain times for the break, station identification, locally inserted advertising/sponsorship, etc. In television it’s the same way but a little more standardized between shows. These parties—- they… could have had a format clock, because they all ran exactly the same. I don’t know what the hell they were doing but it was like this:

12-1 PM: Setup with random music playing, no voice.

1:00 PM: Music cuts off, followed by talking on the mic

1:05 PM: Beginning of Dragostea Din Tei loop.

…..

6:20 PM: Burst of shouting followed by the party ending.

 

Now, the loop is the super perplexing part.

Each cycle of it started with the guy shouting. His voice was heavily distorted, and I was hearing the reflection off houses and the back side of the speakers so it was muffled beyond recognition. I was never once able to understand what he’d say on each cycle.

He’d start shouting something (unintelligible due to the distortion and echo between the houses) then start playing what’d be 30 seconds of the chorus of Dragostea Din Tei.

(this video is not set to autoplay, if it does for some sick and twisted reason decide to autoplay, please inform me so that I may go drive down to San Francisco where this server is located in a VPS container in a datacenter, pull it offline, and fill it with beans)

The first 15 seconds would play out clean.
The last 15 seconds would have a police whistle blown on the backbeat.
The last 10 seconds had the whistle blown on every beat.
The last 2 or 3 seconds were covered by the whistle blowing constantly.
Then he’d yell something again and seconds later the pattern began over again.

This…. went on for hours. Pretty much the only time this pattern ever changed was the one week that I knew myself and the three neighbors in between were all getting very tired of this, and I just happened to have a single weird damaged PA speaker that came from the university’s surplus warehouse and had a strangely narrow dispersion angle. I put it up on the edge of the roof and blasted tracks from The Conet Project in their general direction. This caused the Dragostea Din Tei loop to end and be replaced with the guy shouting occasionally instead…. until my amplifier overheated and shut down. The brief shouting and Dragostea Din Tei resumed IMMEDIATELY.

 

This continued up through when the neighbors who lived directly behind us moved out and someone else bought the house and turned it into an entirely unauthorized and horrible banquet hall. That was….. a whole new form of fresh hell, but at least it did not leave me with a baffling, bizarre mystery that will haunt me until the end of days.

funny, I usually see Aqua Net recommended for adhesion on a glass bed, but I guess Rave works fine when you’re printing a dickbutt

have the algorithms become sentient yet

buuuuut on a serious note here’s a conspiracy theory I had earlier today while staring at cows in a pasture

 

we WILL have a social credit system in the US like the horrific one in use in China that virtually imprisons those who have a low score —

however, it will come to be without any government approval, oversight, or involvement (at least initially).

It’ll be borne out of the ideas of some douchebag tech bros down in San Francisco who push the limits of our privacy by aggregating and mining a shitload of commercially available analytics databases and linking them back to our identities, facial recognition data, vehicle registrations, etc. They’ll come up with this great hot new product they sell to companies as a “risk analysis” to determine how good an employee or customer a particular person is and allow them to block less desirable persons from employment or from their services.

Eventually some unscrupulous lazy ass government contractor will buy one of these products and sell it to the US government for some goofball purpose like forming no-fly lists or supposed fraud detection…. and there you go, that’s where the government involvement will eventually come into play.

come one, come all, witness the beautiful dumpster fire that is late stage CRAPitalism!

(solution to the above problem: fill the california bay area with beans)

photo by wikimedia commons user MK2010, click for attribution and beans

Maximum muddled miniaturization

From inside an MSI gaming laptop….

Of all the laptops I’ve worked on (and usually had a powerful sense of dread over doing so with) this one’s remarkably not awful at all. It just has a Lot ‘O’ Stuff under the hood. Everything’s modular and easily replaced if needed. The wireless radio is off the board to the left, it has space for two SSDs (they’re either JBOD or striped?) and a big mama subchassis that holds the heat pipes in place for cooling. My only complaints I guess would be that access to the RAM and the screws for the cooling fans requires removing the whole motherboard and flipping it over.

The bottom cover has a TON of screws (like 20 or so), but I’m guessing this was done more for stability— the thing feels like one solid piece of metal when it’s assembled.

 

The battery is in no way glued or even taped in place. Once you remove the bottom cover you can unplug it from the motherboard and lift it right out.

If I were writing a thing for ifixit.com I’d give this a very good repairability score. 🙂
Only tools needed– a spudger (for gently lifting the MHF / U.FL connectors on the wifi antennas), PH0 and PH1 screwdrivers. That’s it— seriously!!

I’m not a gamer but I kinda already want one. I’ve used MSI motherboards in a few computers over the years and have never had any problems with them – they’ve only ever been removed from service due to eventual hopeless obsolescence. The reason we had to dive into this one was that the GPU cooling fan bearing had gone bad and it was starting to sound like some kind of moaning banshee.

Tortie Tush

Cassie at some point figured out that it amuses me when she curls up with her little kitty butt in my face so now….

I get ALL the tortie tush. She’ll just plop down like this purring up a storm and getting pets and scritches till she falls asleep.

The solution

So what do you do when the factory service loaner for your STL receiver (which is working fine other than having a dead display so you can’t get to the settings) arrives deaf and sounding like a dirty skipping CD?

You place the 3d printed Pusheen atop the transmitter and prepare to launch your revolt against a toxic society and eat the damn rich

Regarding my previous shitposting, the cable length from the filter output to the LNA input turned out to be maddeningly critical.

Six feet:

Three feet:

About 18 inches:

I’ll take it! My concern was mainly attenuating crap around 1 GHz that I suspect is some kinda leakage off WiSP radios…

The lever you have pulled, “brakes”, is not in service at this time

Response of filter cavity

Response of preamp: not shown as it was a boring flat line

Response of cavity followed by preamp

Response of my brain after working about 28 hours in the last two days:

Yeah I’m just gonna throw this crap in there and say Good Enough For Radio Work and go collapse for the weekend (where my mugs are safe to drink from thanks)