There was a deal so I bought more things. I have a low-resolution IR sensor, random parts, a high end IMU, and a couple of motor controllers showing up in a few days. I need to build.
Build.
BUILD.
Well that was dramatic. Really though, I have a stack of parts, not finished projects. I need to reverse this trend. If nothing else it’s way too effing hot to do so much gaming, seeing as how it doubles the temperature of the den. Not really, but really.
When our current guest heads home I’ll start with a bit of toilet repair. I hear we have a drip from the tank. This could be a lot of things, but ignorable ain’t one.
Next is get back on parts boxes, trays, containers, sacks, whether it takes.
I have more pickling cucumbers, as well as getting on some pickled green beans if they’re still okay.
But projects.
A broom faced to robot with IR, data logging, room mapping, and lasers and… well, maybe not lasers. This IS NOT a Roomba. Not unless Roomba’s are smart enough to hide from animals, only go out when there’s no foot traffic, won’t smear accidents, and doesn’t have an overflowing collection bucket. Thing is going to be great. Next step will be some linkage to make it staircase traversing.
A smart watch that fits on the Wif’s wrist. That also means my wrist, which is just as well as someone needs to test the beast. Bluetooth, wireless notifications and low power are a must.
The gutless wonder needs some pep. I like the screen, I’m indifferent to the keyboard, mildly dislike the pointer, and need to make the battery charge again on the Pi-Top. Overall, it needs some love. Hard love. Derp love. Wood case, get the battery to charge or replace it, strip down a system, add a drive. Hard, wild, derp love.
In other words, I’ve been so focused on starting game after game in Total Warhammer, that it’s about time I did anything else. I am a study in procrastination. A still life. A non-kinetic abilities sculpture.
I have work to do.