Oh yeah.
Maxim make a most funky, tiny little one-chip, any voltage in, five Volts out power supply. It’s tiny (10 mm by 4 mm) and does everything ever that a power supply could need to do. Nearly. The usual NZ stockists don’t stock it. Ordering it from the US will be pricey. But hey, Maxim normally …
Pray tell me, interweb, what it means when, in my dream, I’m driving a van down a bus lane on Oxford Road, Reading, England, the traffic is bad but flowing, yet cars, pedestrians and skaters keep narrowly avoiding splattering themselves across the front of the van, why, oh mysterious sub-concious, why oh why oh why …
I’d thought about writing a post about Investigate’s idiotic cover story, but didn’t bother, as it’s so ludicrous that no-one could get taken in by their half-truths. Well, sadly I was wrong. From the Dom Post yesturday: Fire starts near flat’s light bulb Ffs! Still, thanks to the interweb, there’s already others mocking them: Fear …
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ux-EjMRWy0 [EDIT – bumped coz: 1) Youtube took 5 days to post it 2) There’s been too much emotional challenge in the last week, some good, mostly bad, so f’it, here’s something funny.]
is off in Blouder, Colorado, at the Aerial Dance Festival. She says: “I saw a fox! It was cute! I saw prarie dogs! They were REALLY cute! And then I saw the fox catch and eat a prarie dog! It was, ummm … yeah.”
“Thomas Friedman once said that no country with a McDonald’s had gone to war with another. However, the “Golden Arches Theory of Conflict Prevention” is not strictly true. Careful historians point to the 1989 United States invasion of Panama, NATO’s bombing of Serbia in 1999, the 2006 Lebanon War, and the 2008 South Ossetia War …
This is sad. Also, expensive. SpaceX are trying to build a cheap two-stage satellite launcher, the Falcon 1. First stage powers the rocket half way up (give or take), then gets dropped and second stage takes over. Their third launch attempt went wrong at the stage separation. See if you can spot what went wrong …
…from which we can only conclude that architects, all of them, smoke far too much dope. (Just for once, I’m not complaining about the house. That’s beyond the architect stage, and thus progressing far more smoothly than it was.)
The Mitochondrion, Mark 3 is pushing the hardware I’m using to the limit. And there isn’t better hardware, or there wasn’t when I started. But there’s a new driver chip, and my brain won’t leave it alone. With a bit of this, and a bit of that, it’s looking like the Mark 4 could do …
The exercise that’s currently kicking my arse at gymnastics just involves standing. Standing upright is hard.