
Dangerous Prototypes
Whilst Dee and Jules play videogames downstairs, I sit in a beanbag in my makerspace and contemplate the various hardware projects that I would like to complete over the next couple of years.
It’s Friday at last, and I couldn’t be happier. Well, actually I could – I’m technically on “backup” this weekend, so there’s a slim chance that I’ll be called to work. It’s not going to be the easiest thing, since I’m going to Glasgow for a ceilidh (is that how it’s spelt?). Lots of drinking, dancing and kilt-wearing. Even better, it’s for Dee’s work so I don’t care if I make a complete fool of myself!
I’ve hired a kilt and all the trimmings — fun!
Whilst Dee and Jules play videogames downstairs, I sit in a beanbag in my makerspace and contemplate the various hardware projects that I would like to complete over the next couple of years.
I guess I should update the ‘blog?1 Not an easy thing to do these days, since even finding the time to do something as self-indulgent as public journaling probably just means there’s something else I could be doing instead, but maybe it’s an experiment I would like to continue?
It’s 8am on the first day of the month, and despite the usual late night, I’ve been up for hours. Jules has been an early riser for years now, and it has had the effect of training me to wake up at 6am each morning — for no good reason, since he’s pretty independent in the morning these days — and so here I am.