Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. ARGH! Fuckers. Especially the Darlingtons. Oh well. The Mitochondrion isn’t going to be at Kiwiburn. I think I could get the current version to stumble into life, but the next debugging step would involve taking it to pieces and fiddling with them. The way it’s made, this would be getting towards …
It’s all in one piece and it’s alive! Err… yeah, unfortunately, I’ve just discovered an entirely new failure mode – it’s fine if it’s on, but if it turns off, it can never turn on again. Also, it’s turned off right now. Not sure what to do about that. Bother.
There is simply no way around just staring at the thing. This is broken up by occasional muttering and less occasional poking. But mainly, it’s just staring. But hey, I’m having a week off work, so kindly drag me away from the muttering and force me to construct whole sentences. Maybe even force me to …
I’ll be sending an order off to T-Nation this week. That’s where the Spike comes from, amongst other goodies. Let me know what you want by tomorrow night.
Casinos – they’re toxic places, at best they count as a tax on the rich and stupid, at worst… urgh! And Sky City casino at 4 am? Not a happy punter in the place. But fuck it, they were paying me to be there. And paying about 40 other performers, half of whom were from …