3d Printer babbling
New throat, new (slightly smaller) block, new nozzle: old heating element and thermistor, because they work and if it ain't broke, etc. Rewound the hot lines with Kapton. I'll need to run a few calibration checks to see how the smaller heater block behaves.
*sigh* They're so pretty before they start regular use.
3d Printer Babbling
The Folly's print head is a wreck. Decapitated, now: I sheared the PTFE-lined throat removing it from the old heater-block, and the plated nozzle's not very plated any more thanks to my overeagerness in removal, thus not very wear-resistant any more.
Sometimes the route forward requires a certain amount of destructive remodelling. Or maybe that's me redirecting my frustrations on something inert. Works either way.
I have enough spare parts to rebuild, so.
Rebuilding.
I keep alternating, on evidence that my efforts to follow Mastodon via web and client are failing to provide an accurate and precise timeline of toots by those I've friendlisted, between bursts of pseudoanxiety at 'missing out'... and recognition that I still need to let go of caring about that, live in the moment*, etc.
Is it a bug if on a longer timeframe it's trying to help me?
Is that sour grapes or pronoia?
*yes, yes, ha ha. ;)
Politics, Ontario election.
I'm resigned. It'd take a miracle for the NDP to pull off a minority government, and it'd fall in months.
Time to hunker down and save everybody we can. It's going to be a hard four years.
Politics, Ontario election.
I remember Tsubushi suggesting those on welfare finding it hard to eat on reduced funding haggle with grocery stores over the prices on spoilled food and "dented tins of tuna".
This is who Ontario Conservatives were when they put a value on appearances.
Now they've put Doug Ford up to lead the province... and Ontarians, by a slim majority, appear to be choosing him of their own free will.
All the promises Rob made, only bigger.
Politics, Ontario election.
I also remember the consolidation reducing the number of city councillors in Toronto, and increasing the number of constituents, and effectively gerrymandering some of the richest and poorest neighboorhoods together under the same wards and ridings. Do you think that amplified the voices that needed amplification?
I remember the smiling golf pro face of Harris' 'Common Sense Revolution'. And now it looks like we're getting his belligerent heir for the next four years.
Politics, Ontario election.
I have lived through a Conservative government in Ontario before.
I remember Snobolden telling a closed meeting of education professionals how they needed to "create a crisis in education" so they could wipe it all out and start over.
I remember consolidating the GTA into Toronto proper to 'reduce governmental duplication', 'find efficiencies', 'release shareholder value'. The costs skyrocketed. (Especially interfacing bordering incompatible 911 systems.)
Signs and Portents?
it is the beginning of June. Despite the chill in the air and the cold breeze, it is a good six degrees above the temperature at which ice crystals even *think* about nucleating.
Those could not have been snowflakes melting on my arm.
That cannot be a snowstorm roiling in potentia above YYZ.
It is. *June*. Ice-9 is fiction. Deep sea currents still flow, if sluggishly.
Must be protohail. Yes. Of course. Just the first round. Later rounds will fall.
Not snow.
Not... *now*.
*blink* Noticed I've been committing more typos than usual, which peeves me a bit. Then recontextualized them as the transliteration of my avatar visually glitching almost imperceptibly as he speaks to you. Like a slight stress spasm in an eyelid, or that faint stammer that creeps in when the coffee isn't quite holding the exhaustion at bay. Only it's a a third ear briefly wireframing into place, or an eye mode-shifting into purples and cyans before snapping back to amber.
That feels right.
Sonas.
I wonder if I should scout out an instance whitelisted with awoo.space to instantiate a journal for the momentrabbit one cuil up. It's been... an interesting journey.
There *is* a momentrabbit one universe over who probably belongs on the blimps instance, but he has a very good thing going in a solo universe. Not that he wouldn't pull a few friends in to save them, if he could. But maybe he's better off just an echo.
Maybe most of them are, really. This mishmash is workable.
They grow up so fast.
The nest of bunnies, hidden below a planter in our back yard. Guessing they're about two, maybe two and a half weeks old now? Another week and they'll be leaving the nest, weaning, and running. Always running. A world of dangers.
But for just this moment, a gift. Full tummies, warmth, closeness, family, safety. Security.
Jackalope Mother watch over them.
Do people know what phone books are these days?
Anyway, I love this bit of trivia: phone books used filler items, usually stuff like public service announcements, to fill space when the listings and ad buys didn't line up quite right.
One of the rules for placing filler was:
"Call Before You Dig!" can't go in the Mortuaries section.
Middle-aged scatterbrain working in 'the healthcare field'. Teaching a computer to sculpt in my spare time. Torontoish. Pronouns: he/hare