Now I am become Tats, the Destroyer of Soldering Irons - Tactical Ninja
Apr. 8th, 2013
11:07 am - Now I am become Tats, the Destroyer of Soldering Irons
This morning I got to work and checked my emails, only to find a reminder for an appointment at the other end of town in 3 minutes' time. Cue flailing and galloping and being 15 minutes late after discovering that the lifts in the Asteron Centre only have buttons on the outside. That's right, you press the floor you want at the bottom, then it tells you what lift to get in, and it takes you straight there. Neat idea, until someone like me comes along and gets into the first open one, and ends up in an unauthorised area.. *cough*
Anyway, it was a user testing interview for a service I've been receiving for about 4 years, and they gave me a $50 Prezi card for a 15-minute interview, and I reckon that's not a bad hourly rate and worth the 15 minute gallop to get there.
On Saturday I shore some sheep. It says something about my clientele that it's a novelty for me to shear bog standard Perendales. The thing about commercial breeds (as opposed to specialty breeds which is what most of my run consists of) is that they grow wool like whoah. So these sheep, despite having been shorn in December, now had another three inches grown. And while that's not all that long, by the time they lamb it'll be 4-5 inches, and the farm being on the flat means mud-dags and lambs sucking on mud-dags because the teats are hidden under all that wool, and that's not good for lambs. So they get a second shear in April and probably a belly crutch in August.
Anyway, there were 9 of them, and the first one was the biggest (it always is - consistently choosing the biggest means the job gets gradually easier). She didn't like being bent for the last side and registered her objection by straightening her spine at just the wrong moment, which picked me up off my feet (did I mention she was big?) and tipped me over. I landed ring-finger first on the concrete with my handpiece still in my hand, and made some cusswords because OWIEOWIEOWIE. I also still had my legs wrapped around her neck, so me and this sheep laid there groaning for a while, then we got up and finished the job. Then I put my head between my knees for a while to avoid fainting, because all the blood had rushed to my finger. It's still there, actually. I think the nail might go black and drop off.
But I didn't let go of the sheep and I didn't drop my handpiece on the concrete and break my comb, and I was able to finish the job for a score of me:9, sheep:1, so I count that as a win? Um.
Also, I did soldering. Remember how My First Wiring Loom was comparable to one's baby looking like Winston Churchill? Well by comparison, this one is Brad Pitt:
I realised there was a tidier and easier way to do it, so started again. Those numbers will eventually go up to L12, and then there'll be R1-12 on the other side, then they'll be joined in the middle by a cable that's not attached yet. In the process of doing this I learned that having your soldering iron going for several hours at a time is not good for it, especially if it's a $20 one from Bunnings. I now have a slightly more expensive, temperature controlled one, and as a result (and probably because of all the practice), my soldering is getting much tidier. And I'm starting to be on a first name basis with the folks at Jaycar.
After the success with The Loom That Will Henceforth Be Known As Brad Pitt, I felt brave enough to tackle the Magister's Staff. This is the one that took ages to put together because of having to cut the vanes from aluminium by hand with a coping saw, and has electronic gubbins and whatnot, and that just after I thought I'd got it sorted, it fell and got all broken and munted and I threw my toys and ignored it for a while. Yesterday, I picked my toys back up, including a voltmeter, and did some diagnostic testing. I discovered that one wire had broken, a switch was buggered, and that it wasn't anywhere near as bad as I thought it was. It still needs a switch, but the circuit works and I've put it back together in a stronger way, and had a brainwave about how to do the bottom bit, and I'm feeling optimistic about it again. And now, it's sitting somewhere safe.
If it falls out of there and breaks, I give up.
You can see Cold Blooded in there too. The ice part is finished, and now I'm making the metal ice-holder crenellated casing bits out of Bright!Yellow! Neoprene. You can sort of see the supporting rings in the picture, but here are the crenellations all up close and personal:
They need to be painted on the inside before being put on so the yellow doesn't show when it's moving around, so I'm hoping there'll be enough light tonight to get that done before it gets dark. Because the daylight savings being over means we have nights of getting home in the dark to look forward to. Joy.
Speaking of getting home in the dark, I think I might be getting old. You know how the end of daylight savings is supposed to be good because it gives you an hour to sleep in? Not me. I just woke up at 4:30am instead of 5:30am, with my body all ready to Get Up and Do Stuff! And my brain going "Body, what RU doin? Body, STAHP!" And my body not listening, fidgeting about until it came daylight and I could get up.
I am going to be hell on wheels when I'm old if I don't need to sleep. I will either make a lot of things or cause a lot of trouble. Possibly both.