The rubber had perished on the sides of my pocket knife, so I cleaned it out. The original rubber came out with just a fingernail embedded in it, and the same fingernail served to clean out most of the glue. I cut leather to size with a scalpel and glued it in, smooth side down. Then I shaved off everything that stood up. It’s matted down a bit, which is not hugely pleasant to look at, but it’s comfy to hold, and I think it’ll wear to my hand eventually. If not, I can always rip it out and start again.
The gorilla glue at Makespace has lost its cap. I took off the top to find out why it wasn’t squeezing, and found there was a perfect cast of the cap inside, and then a layer of half-set glue that was not letting anything fresh past.
I cut off a bit of steel from our stock, that’s about the right diameter, and I used a hammer to flare the ends. (Tap relatively gently, but with a stroke that goes outwards and down from the centre, going round slowly. You’ll end up with something that looks a bit like a pathetic nail.)
I expect this to last about a day before someone gums up everything.
I need to move things around in my room until I can find my big bottle of black ink. The only alternative is to declare carpet bankruptcy, build a new floor over the top, and buy another one of everything I miss.
Maybe I could give tidying up a name, and then it would be a project, and at least I would start it.
Memo to self: if you need to load the correct keymap to type in your password correctly, make sure you have updated your locale.
Goldfish have a memory of at least three months. Their attention span is a lot longer than you think.
In related news, I’m pondering what to learn next.
Ex 15. Slowed down by altering my system clock and having to stop to deal with that. In fact, the time it took me (no wireless, no wired internet, one small-screened phone) was probably not worth it. I’d have been better off waiting an hour. Modification times are not my friend.
Also not my friend: my brain. I need projects I can use all this new knowledge on. I learn best by doing things and multi-tentacling my brain. That’s like multi-threading, but more muscular, and also rather disgusting. But I need a set of short, easy things that are useful, and that I can do. I’m happier with electronics because I’m working towards a project, but while you can create a project out of logic chips that someone hands you, it’s a lot harder to create a program out of functions that exist. Nobody’s handing me the functions, and choice paralysis is creeping in. It helps that Zed’s adding in independent research and ‘go break this’ and the Extra Credit section – I’m taking those as my projects pro tem, but I’d also really like Stuff To Do. I might look at Arduino projects and what I can do with them. I started learning for Sparky, but once I had that part of the project dealt with, I didn’t have anything else to make the jump between theoretical and ‘wow this is useful’.
So I can probably make the LED array into genuine arrays. I’ll be able to read Mat’s bit of code for the logical read-out to the Serial Monitor, and I can have a minimal physical output plus a proper electronic output. It’ll be a nice break for my brain.
While waiting for my inevitable social life to begin, which will happen one of these years, I was poking through my spam folder. I like to keep an eye on the zeitgeist.
There’s a lot about herpes.
I have a laptop which was very kindly donated by a friend. It’s better than any of my other computers, which isn’t hard. However, it’s a US layout.
I’m currently using a VM to learn C, as I like Arch, but I’m doing that inside a windows interface, for which I’ve had to remap my keyboard. So, inside that VM I have Xwindows and consoles, and they all need mapping.
Well… I can copy and paste #~/?| and all those things. I don’t need them. As long as I have £. And ¬.¬ of course.
I don’t like emoticons.
This is a blog dedicated to the making that Diana does, often in the company of others, often to the exclusion of eating, sleeping, or personal hygiene. It’s also dedicated to those who help her, and those who glaze over and rock quietly when she talks to them.
It’s a space in which learning will often be accompanied by failure and the word ‘fuck’ whispered quietly but vehemently as the magic smoke escapes from something expensive, or with a tiny grinding sound, a drill bit breaks in a piece of steel.