I feel like investigating why the test system needs pullups on just this I2C bus and not any of the others.
I feel like making a banner to fly above my camp at Burning Man.
I feel like taking the metal cutting tool to the e-trike and figuring out a lower and sleeker shape to reassemble the frame into.
I feel like practicing piano.
I feel like investigating the possibilities of mating a MIPI CSI-2 bridge to an Arduino and developing a flexible phone camera testing system so we don't have to rely on the got damn Android programmers so much.
I feel like cleaning out the gutters and then pruning back the bushes that impinge upon the pool area.
I feel like building a new and improved three-person bicycle-parts electric wheelchair and designing a wireless remote control into it such that when I let someone drive it I can then take control away and drive it myself while hiding somewhere out of view.
I feel like lifting weights.
I feel like taking a leisurely drive to New Orleans and another to Maine and then taking the train all the way home again.
But I don't feel like blogging. Back to work with me, then.
4 comments:
Thank God you didn't feel like blogging or you would have spent the last 20 minutes writing about stuff you should be doing!
Wha. Huh?
Take the train to New Orleans. Passengers will please refrain . . .
My husband has a big stack of those old Conan books. I've never opened one, but the covers look like bodice-rippers for boys.
They are. Don't let him throw them out. Don't let him let you throw them out. There are people out there spending real money -- in the dollars, even -- for old Conan paperbacks.
THROW THEM OUT? Oh my gosh I would never. They're BOOKS.
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