Always tooting for th'antihero @Momentrabbit@awoo.space

Nnngh. *pinches bridge of muzzle, beneath rapidly and poorly repaired glasses* I propose an OpenGlasses. The specs spec, if you will. Skeleton frame and arms, substantial adjustability and customizability across three standard deviations of humanoid head sizes via captive hex nuts/tapped holes and M1 hex-head bolts. Cheap to manufacture as backup frames for any lens. Flexible lens mounting strap? Screw mounts? Friction fit?

Mmnph.

Revisit when eyes not trying to unscrew selves from head. >.<

"Give me a three-song reading for the morning, Nightmare."
"[ Fire, Fire. ]"
"Yes."
"[ This Ends Now. ]"
"Of course."
"[ I'm Not The Breakman. ]"
"... I'm going to see this place turned to cinders, aren't I."
"[ Some day! Doesn't *have* to be today. Pace yourself. n.n ]"

(sigh)
*deep, centering breath*

*goes to work*

Re: last boost
Well, not "deer" so much as "jackalope", and we need to have a discussion about the whole "infectious sexuality" component of 40-point antlers as a renewable resource of chaos and the limitless misunderstanding potentials of the phrase "he'd like to sport an enormous rack," but basically, yep.

Dear Process Luna.
Today we learned why we do not cut copper-clad board on the waterjet.
Your Humble Student,
Fandango Encore

I used to advocate for gentle weirdness on April 1st, 'pranks' that restored wonder and mystery to a world gone grey and cold.

But.

I know how the anxiety builds when you don't know if the next pet on the head will be with an open hand or a closed fist.

So, a promise. No pranks, no jokes, no tricks. Not from me, not tomorrow. Hopefully, not ever, in a meanspirited way - there's enough spite in the world. But definitely not tomorrow.

Now that I can write Gcode easily on it, I just need a decent text editor so I can throw the boilerplate machine specific code at the top and bottom, and then we should see some interesting shit coming out of the h20 material emancipator at work.

So. Anybody know a good vim for the iPad?

It is a new day.

I keep forgetting this is just a game I'm playing for the next fourty years or so, to pass the time with friends (in my defence, it is a Very Realistic Game).

My job is not The Work. Our Work is Never Over.

My apologies for venting all that spleen: thank you for your compassion and tolerance and support.

Back to whimsy, technology, and furry smut. n.n

Hey, Toronto retrocomputing environment! I'm looking for a working amber-phospher VT220 or similar: happy to take one off somebody's hands if they have too many, willing to buy if they'd like filthy earth monies.

I'll need one shortly for meditation exercises. Specifically, for Crimes Against Reality. (Honestly, this one isn't even very convincing any more...) Drop me a DM if you've got a lead or suggestion, yeah? New Old Stock preferred, but I'm not picky.

Good morning, wonderful friends and strangers. A half decipod of luck for all your endeavours today: be as amazing as you wish, and find your comfort and support when your day is done. You are loved by more than you know. 💜

I've stopped feeling phantom 'pager vibrations' in pockets my phone isn't. That's good.

I've begun receiving photos on my phone of the insides of pockets that aren't mine.

Now I understand.

Something is trying to locate a *specific* me, and is taking random snaps to find it.

Nazi Jeep.
"Harsh. Just because it has a Rommel paintjob-"
Nazi. Jeep.
"...ok, so it has a Panzerwolf designation, that doesn't m-"
NAZI. JEEP.
"It's not like it has 88 in big red letters on the side doOH FOR ODIN'S SAKE ITS A FUCKING NAZI JEEP"

https://awoo.space/media/y7r-r92tItLS8abUfpM

A new steel-plated nozzle and a little feedpath messing-around later, et voila: The Folly is now tooled up for production with abrasive filaments, like carbon fiber PLA, on a regular basis. Between support pieces for the experimental model of printer to follow ( "Fates" ) and skeletal pieces to hang Tin Dog's infrastructure off of, I suspect it'll be generating carbon-fibre PLA for some time to come. Plus, I really like the look and feel of the stuff - a pleasing texture.

The laser (1800W suborbital doom-beam) at work, has another laser (dinky little 5V LED chip laser with a diffraction grate cross lens) bolted to it, to show what the doom beam emitter is pointed at. See, the 'bore through you faster than you can blink' laser isn't visible-light spectrum, so it comes with a keychain laser to show what's gonna get lased.

And *that* laser is frotzed.

It needs a seeing-eye laser so we can lase with the laser you can't see.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

An Addendum.

i was so alarmed with the texture of the grated carrots in my salmon salad sandwich

and the burning fnords in my carbonated beverage

that

i may have left a chocolate cruller completely uneaten, sitting on the passenger seat

and i have no particular urge to go get it, despite being on break and all.

o.o

ACK oh ghod even diet citrus beverages scorch my tongue it must be the artifical sweeteners I CAN TASTE THE FNORDS THEY BURN THE FNORDS BURN

*SIPS THE FNORDS SLOWLY*