Current Project

Wanna know what I'm doing right now? Right this moment? Now now now?

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Pfft. Well fuck you. I'll tell you ANYWAY.

I'm trying to drain my batteries. My camera's got rechargeable AA batteries in it, NiMH type. Everyone [cool] knows that you never recharge those types of batteries unless they are discharged. Doing this ensures that you get the maximum life from your batteries. Each recharge is slightly less than full, original, factory fresh capacity, and if the batteries are not completely discharged, they suffer from a memory effect that makes them forget what's full and what's empty.

Or something like that.

Note that Li-Ion batteries are the opposite! They should be kept as charged as possible if the device is used. If in storage, keep them at 50%. Also, at least once a month a Li-Ion battery should be discharged completely (device run until it shuts itself off) and charged completely. You know, keep them electrons movin'.

The interesting thing about Li-Ion batteries is that you cannot fully charge or fully discharge them. Sure, the light turns off when it's "full", and the device turns off when it's "empty", but, see, those batteries are actually HIGHLY unstable beyond a certain point in charge and lack of charge. That's why, no matter what it is, if it comes with a Li-Ion battery, it's always at least slightly charged. You should immediately charge it to as high as it'll go, but there's juice in there, I promise.

So why am I discharging my batteries? 'Cause I'm going to Jacon, that's why! I wondered if I should go alone or offer to take someone along, like a surprise, but... I have a mini-goal while I'm up there.

I'm gonna meet my baby's momma. She just doesn't know who she is yet. For a couple of weeks I've had my mind on love and mushy stuff. Or, sorry, I mean "luv" and "flowers stuff." Time to ramp out on that. While I truly and fundamentally believe that romantic love and good sex are inseparable, for the same reason why a tube of toothpaste can never truely be emptied, that doesn't necessarily mean that one can't naturally occur without the other. They normally go hand in hand, but if my wife wouldn't be able to put out for whatever reason that alone won't make me stop loving her. Likewise, (I'm guilty of this one) having a good time with someone you don't necessarily love isn't mind-blowing or life-altering, but, when taken at face value, is still not-too-shabby. We'll see how this pans out. To be honest, I look considerably less studly than I did a year ago, but whatever. I am also unable to speak, so... what exactly do I have going for me again? Ah, yes. The touch.... the feel.... of cotton.

And besides of all that. I need a break, and this is a normal progression of work. Next week I start working on banking software for around a month and a half. A laugh riot I'm sure. I'm going to be bored out of my skull, I estimate. AT LEAST I'll be closer to my stomping grounds instead of doing a grand-tour of Miami every single damned morning. So much closer I might be able to pull of a DDR power lunch. Dare I? I dare.

Wait, aren't I supposed to be talking about my projects? Ok. Sub-dermal implants. Ok, goths, coolies, and the truely fucked up among us get into body modification. And by modification they mean go to a med school campus and let a doctor wanna be practice on them doing some out of this world shit as long as they swear never to tell who did it. So there are the twin brothers, one had a finger cut off at the last knuckle, only to be attached to the other's finger. So one has a short finger and the other has a freakish 4-segment finger. Oh, and, did I mention these twins also agreed for one guy to have his whole arm cut off attached to the other's chest? Then again, I saw it on the internet so who knows what's true and what isn't.

One popular thing is having stuff inserted under your skin. Like you could take a Lucky-Charms sized skull made of joint-grade plastic lodged in the palm of your hand so when you hail Hitler you look like even more of a fucknut. That pretty much sums my opinion on that.

BUT I had a revelation during a dream last night. There are these things called "rare earth" magnets. Rare earth because they're supposed to be made of some not-really-natually-occurring metals. They are man made and pretty cheap. You can have them milled to any shape, so long as it's a regular geometric shape.

Wouldn't it totally kick ass to have a magnetic disc implanted under the skin of the palm of my hand? I could pick up metal things just by waving my hand, I can degauss magnetic tapes just by rubbing it, and various other Stupid Magnet Tricks. The downside? Ahh... I need two hands with full tactile sensation (see above mini-goal). And the other downside is... umm... look, I just really need two hands with full tactile sensation.

Other project? Well, after I broke (aka. destroyed) my only soldering iron, I've gotta get another one to finish my homemade Pop-n-Music controller. There, that was wholesome, yes?