Here's today's fuckery. I had the idea of using clothesline as a cable for pulleys since it can't be broken by hand and it's built to work with a little tension. It's got the benefit of being industrial strength but stupid cheap. The cable works, but not exactly as I intended. I failed to take into account how the clips holding it together act under pressure when rolling. They flexed slightly. So I can't spin those two roller bars without adding tension.

 The plan is bolt a piece of wood where the stick is, fit a small wheel into it, and tie a weight to it to act as a tensioner for the cable. After that, all I need to do is find a way to rig the bike wheel to the upper roller bar, and fit another pulley to make the falling weight do its thing. Spinning this by hand with the cable, I can get 40 volts DC or AC, and somewhere above 500 milliamps since my meter can't read that high.

 As is, if I stuck a falling weight to it now, I could charge batteries and run small appliances and tools, and light up a few LED strings. Getting there.

I don't sleep well anymore, so I usually spend nights awake working on stuff. My body's physically dunked but my head's alert. Tool's usually got good long jams I can just fade into and work without focusing on pains as I go.

I'm a skeptic of most relationships, but if it helps, I hope yours doesn't end up being like every common story out there with a divorce after a few years, or a decades long thing involving affairs.

Real shit's rare in this world. I hope you're sitting on the real deal, Ian.

Quote from: maverick on July 02, 2024, 10:50:54 AM

Quote from: dahuterschuter on June 30, 2024, 04:55:05 PM

Who's the autocratic candidate?

https://www.axios.com/2024/07/02/trump-2025-imperial-us-presidency

TDS.  Trump was in office already for four years and was just a guy.  He had decent economics, good foreign policy, mid domestic affair handling like COVID.  Please stop terrorizing yourself with people's insane fanfic tier writing like this.  If you truly believe these things I can do the full explanation to you why you can rest easy on this fearmongering point by point, because this article seems engineered only to try to horrify low information voters and can be fixed by just learning more about current events.  On its surface, we should find it hard to believe that "autocracy" is the fear here if they're not criticizing the Biden DOJ targeting political opponents to jail them leading up to the election when this article hysterically cries wolf about Trump abusing or circumventing the justice system when he didn't even follow through on, "Because you'd be in jail" during his first presidency.

Quote from: XSEAN on July 02, 2024, 01:24:04 PM

Our boy JT ship is sinking and the narcissists thinks he the chosen one going to lead Canadians.


I cant wait for the next election.  I want his ego to take a dam good kicking.

Unfortunately, it only take about 30% of voters to get him re-elected again, and again, and again, and again, and again...

Daus, if you could get me two nuclear warheads, or two airburst warheads equal to that, I guarantee you I could get Canada's pm to immediately resign and forfeit his pension with no chance of ever getting it back.

Nothing major, just a curve ball. I don't think I can make my generator run for the same amount of time as a grandfather clock because of speed. Grandfather clock mechanisms run as long as they do because they don't need to run fast.

So clearly, the answer to build a self winding pendulum. At first glance, I don't think this crude little sketch violates any laws of physics. As the pendulum arcs outwards, it'll spend some of its energy on pushing against the secondary top spool, winding the weight back up partially.

I could be totally wrong here, but at worst, it slows the fall of weight partially so that I get more run time on things. Self winding clocks and watches already exist, but their blueprints are for lack of a better word, impossible to find.

So I guess my dumb ass has to figure it out without help.

Here's the infernal binding of salvaged garbage I managed to make today. I think it warrants a todd howard seal of approval for just working.

This is some divine levels of providence that I find this in the garbage at the scrap yard. 9000 watt generator, which basically means this thing can pump out roughly the amount of power my house uses in a day. These things are a nightmare to take apart if you don't have the tools, which I don't, but basically all I need to do is get the copper coils and part of the rotary shaft off, and make them spin to generate power.

So I'm going to start using this as my baseline for the generator project since it'll be able to handle anything I throw at it. I'm debating on whether or not I decouple it at all, as there's a possibility I could turn the main engine block into a stirling engine, or just mount a fat fucking wheel to it and use the inertia to overcome the drag from the pistons.

I've also managed to develop a battery cell that runs on water vapor in the air.

Holy shit E. Amazing art.

Thanks boss. May as well drop an update. I searched and studied an art brokerage over the winter. I've decided it's time to go heavyweight. I've created a piece that's 7800 by 5000 pixels. Translates into roughy six feet across and four/five feet tall on canvas. I'm going to have to shrink it since the printing place I use doesn't even fit that size.

I'm doing the final edits on it now, but I'm going to print it, put it up on the brokerage and drop a 12-10k price tag for it. I won't know if I don't try. The final edit will probably take me weeks or months. But here's the prototype.

You know, usually when I hear manifesto I immedietely think of an incoming mass shooting or a bomb. Hopefully that's not the case.

Gave it a read, I'll mull it over for a while. I'll leave you with a thought to ponder.

What's the intrinsic difference between you and a human being from fifty thousand years ago? None. You're both bound to the same circles. Food, Shelter, and something to do. You cannot break these circles and they are infinitely present everywhere in everything. What we call society and everything that we have today is the result of overcomplexity bloating, yet the fundaments remain the same.

Self improvement is a paradox, whether it be for oneself, technology, wellbeing, or anything. It's a paradox because of how it functions. You either achieve total mastery over a thing at which point improvement stops and turns into stagnation and degradation because there is nothing left to achieve, or you climb a staircase with no end as you chase one goal, to the next, and the next, until you drop dead.

Essentially, any decision a human being will ever make is one that's not entirely theirs to make of free will because we're all puppets bound to circular patterns that hold no discernable meaning at first glance. No matter what we do, it means nothing ultimately, and everything that we do is more like organic or inorganic circuits.

When confronted with the difficulty of having to watch this and know this, how does one proceed when they themselves are trapped in circles? There are two answers. The only choice that has weight, which is one's ability to die and to choose to die, or to find something to do and continue on, paying homage to their circles.

Except that death may also hold no freedom, as there is no known answer as to what happens afterwards. This makes anything that can happen a 50/50 when compared against a faith or belief of any kind, and so death becomes a wager with a 50% probability of you being right, or wrong about what you believe.

All of that is just longhand of what I refer to as "people do people shit." We're stuck in systems we'll never be free from, making decisions and morals that we think have meaning, all in service to same circles that were there from the beginning of everything.

The only particular reason I write that is because these are old thoughts and haunts of mine that still plague me to this day, and a bad dream in particular brought them back to the surface a week ago or so. Reading what you've got there just has me thinking and looking, since they seem like relatively candid thoughts, which makes them relatively honest.

It's hard to shake, grappling that everything you do is not an expression of freedom of any kind, but imprisonment. It also renders most of my gripes about people irrelevant since it means they always were going to do what they did, and whatever happens was always coming.

I may as well ask. Why write a manifesto? Or why are you writing one?

I would boss, but the US to CAD conversion rates would dunk me and the fumes I'm running on wouldn't cut it. I've not heard anything from you in a while. Surprising to hear that there is a number 2 given circumstances.

But I echo cheat here. Be well. It sounds like you're still in the fight. That's all I could ever hope to see out of you. Never give in.

Campaign hit a weird spot for me. On one hand from just gameplay feel, I liked how streamlined it was. Fast paced and a lot of options with enemy types that had their variety of strengths and weaknesses, pretty solid.

I liked and didn't like the story. Can't really place it. It's like, yeah, here's a more personalized story with a bit of nuance, but it just kind of happens to be in the Haloverse, a time skipped Haloverse that feels like it doesn't want to talk about previous events, but it does.

Reach started a really hard sweatfest trend and I feel like every game after was the same thing in multiplayer. Way too sweaty for me and no room for fun.

Which really blows for me because infinite has hands down the best forge in the series and a stupid amount of potential, but I just can't play customs because it feels like the asscrack sweat of multiplayer just bleeds into the gameplay everywhere, which is probably why I just can't dig Reach customs either.

It sounds like nostalgia goggles here, but if they were able to add infinite level forge mode to Halo 3 customs, I'd call it a day and be content.

Pulled all this shit out of a scrapyard today. There's gotta be a minimum of 50 or so of those stainless steel plates, which I'll be using to make battery cells with. Their surface area is massive in comparison to my test shit, good results already. Dunked a quarter in water and paired with brass I get a reading of 1 volt and 4 milliamps. Could probably light a single LED lightbulb with that.

The other chunkier shit is what I'll probably be using to mount or hold the wheel of my generator since some of those chunks are about 40-50 pounds.

I also discovered a way to make a battery that produces voltage but zero amperage, which entirely negates the possibility of any galvanic corrosion between the metals.

You can't do much with zero amps unless you build an electrostatic machine, but right now that's outside my range. If I stick all those stainless steel plates up in an array, I will have some actual power to work with.

Thought I'd make one. I've been researching two battery cell types over the winter. One which I'll just refer to as a Clarke cell, and the other, a Karpen cell. Karpen is famous for making a battery that's been running for 70 years straight with no signs of corrosion on it. I tracked his patents down and got them translated into english. Guy was nice enough to write a couple of his recipies down and make something that's simpler for somebody who can't afford gold or platinum. He made some big claims due to not having all the info at the time and the scientific community laughed him off as a quack.

Clarke's cell is brass and aluminum sitting in moving or heated water. It's considered a thermo-electric cell. I combined it with Karpen's to see what fuckery I can get up to. I made three cells a month ago. A fat one with sodium carbonate in water that was sealed off. A small one that was concentrated, but could breathe, and one with just plain water that was sealed off.

Here's the two altered ones at the start of the month followed by at the end of the month.




In the large on the aluminum is getting hit by the carbonate, and in the small one the brass is tarnished big time. The big one seems more stable in its corrosion, and sits at 0.5 volts. The small one sits at 1.3 volts.



This is the third one with no alterations but water and an air seal after a month. Hydrogen gas is stuck above the water and it shows no signs of corrosion at all. It demonstrates interesting behavior. On any given day it sits at 0.3 - 0.6 volts. In hindsight I think it's due to the temperature around it. It regenerates its amperage about a minute after you disconnect it from a circuit.

It's not super strong, but if I got it right, it won't decay because everything is sitting in a state of equilibrium and reactions have been stopped. Karpen's cell is suspected to be a thermal cell as well, but it's not known for sure since his can't be taken apart.

It's also easy to make, so some time after a bit more testing I'll see if I can rig more of these up and stack some voltage. I'm also building a generator. I'll drop that abomination in here as I go as well just in case you guys are interested later.

From an outsider's perspective class, I'd look like a fucked up kid making a really bad call. Unstable thinking leading to a dumb move in order to try and save oneself. Nothing cool about it because some people were irrevocably hurt by those actions.

But if you want some thoughts on death? I know a lot of people who didn't make it. Your fear of disappearing into nothing is impossible to avoid. Here's what I've seen of death. Unless it's a loved one like a partner you had a deep connection with, or a family member with a strong bond, within two years you'll be a quiet fading memory.

Hardly anyone will think of you, and almost no one will mention you. And that's how it goes. You've stopped moving in time, but life and other people haven't. Commemorations aren't worth shit. They're not about the deceased. They're about how everybody left behind is temporarily feeling. That and you expect this place to be here for that long? Entertaining thought I guess. The reality of death is that you're reduced to nothing, and you can never outrun that. So don't bother worrying about it. The present's more important.

Of if you want to worry about it, frame it differently. A room full of people at a funeral doesn't mean shit. But a lifelong bond that you made with a partner, wife or husband or whoever, that's important. They'll remember you long after you're gone, and they might even carry you all the way with them to the grave.  And the reason they do that is because you gave them a good life worth living, and hopefully they did the same.

Can't say I needed or wanted the reminder to my ignorance and past instability there Class. Past my own bullshit, I don't think there has been officially. But I think un-officially we have lost people that used to come here due to death. But you gotta look at the odds of them having a buddy to post their obituaries. Slim to none. Realistically and most likely, people just go dark and they're never heard from again.