Or “What I’ve Been Up To The Past Week”.
Week before last, Joe was at our dining room table with his laptop surfing the internet in search of circuit boards, diodes, and other computer innards to create a gizzy that will make an old time flash bulb flash and melt by the push of a button.
During his search he came across a video of some guy making a light flashing doo bitty thing that pulses and gives an LED light show to music. Watching the video…I’ll have to have Joe find it once again so I can post a link to it…..got me to thinking about using the parts of a dead computer circuit board to make a stacked collage. That should be really simple….or NOT.
Joe asked our neighbor, Hugh, if he had any dead parts lying around his house. Hugh repairs computers for his friends and family. He hits yard sales on Fridays and Saturdays looking for the deals to be had on tables, lying in grass, lumped in boxes, and all the other hiding places people put the pieces of their lives on display for a mere pittance. Hugh has also gone over Joe’s Windows computers and gave them a tune up and overhaul with his yard sale bounty.
After looking at these boards with all the stuff sticking up from them my mind was whirling with ideas. That is until Hugh told me to get these items OFF the circuit boards I’d have to bake them in my oven at 400 degrees to melt the solder. In the process the boards would be damaged.
Undaunted by the challenge, still having other ideas winging around in the empty space between my ears I told Hugh I’d keep the boards and see what I could come up with. Joe, my ever delightful “Scrubby” had offered to help me as much as he could.
Joe brought out his heavy duty electric soldering gun and went to heating up the solder points on the back of the board while I got a good hold on the bits that stick out on this side. As the solder melted, I tugged, the thing came loose and away from the board. In so doing, I’ve given Joe a couple of burns from my over zealous tugging on the “thing” and when it came loose the only place for the molten hot tip of the soldering iron was to his exposed fingers. Yowy Zowy!!
After about half an hour, a powerful stink raised in our house from the molten lead, not to mention the aroma of burning flesh, I finally got the hang of only holding on tightly to the “Thingys” and waiting for the solder to fully melt. Joe’s fingers were no longer getting burned and scarred.
With an assortment of clamps, magnifying gizmos, better tools, and no more fears of me attempting to burn his fingers off….Joe retreated to his “room” to work on the big Mother Board to get stuff off. This is no easy task since those buggers were put on to stay into the 10th millennium.
Taking the pieces he was able to remove I went to my room and began to create. The house had a lingering smell of burned sulfur and lead for several hours, even with the windows open. An acrid smell that permeated everywhere and left a really bad taste in my mouth that I would NOT recommend you guys do this.
My original idea was to take these components, stack them in a visually pleasing way on a 4″ x 4″ piece of chipboard and make an “art piece” out of the whole mess for Hugh as a “Thank You” to him for all the things he does for us throughout the year. You should have seen his face when I said that. The look was one of those that speak volumes. “You’ve gotta be kidding!”, “You’re gonna do what?!”, “I think I’ll not answer the door when she comes around the next time”, “This can’t be good!”
If you get the hair brained idea to do such a thing, check out your local Radio Shack or any online shops that sell circuit boards, diodes, and other components. The circuit boards at our Radio Shack sell for a dollar on up to about five dollars depending on the size of board and the diodes come in packs of hundreds for under ten dollars.
I’m having to resort to making a “Thank You” Mini Album that has been a real trial because I’m trying to make it “MASCULINE” with very little success.
While I’m in the throes of creativity my work surface is all but obliterated with all manner of stuff that I drag out to work with and don’t put stuff back because I just might need it again.
I hit a snag with a stamp that required a spinner hand. I had to have Joe’s help in getting the thing figured out. Yes, the spinner thing threw me for a loop and I made the hole way too big and as usual, my “Scrubby” came to my rescue.
The last couple days, as I’ve been in my room creating and making an awful mess of it, Joe has been outside working on our business trailer and figuring out how to make a work table for outside when he needs to use the power saw or some other “Man Tool”. He’s hurt himself in the process. Twisted himself once again and displaced that rib he had problems with a couple months ago.
He had a really bad night last night and got very little sleep from the pain he was having. He walks around and groans, grunts, and occasionally yowls in pain. I got him to the doctor’s office this morning just after it opened.
My poor Joe, he’s in the “Torture Room” once again and the look on his face is a combination of pain and exasperation with me. Once again I have the camera out and he’s getting about fed up with it.
Joe is hooked up to some kind of a machine that is supposed to send electrical pulses into the muscles and force them to loosen their grip on his rib cage. Joe is having lots of trouble breathing once again, and he hurts so bad. About 15 minutes of these pulsing, prickly sensation little things and this part of the treatment will be over.
Personally, I think Joe just wanted some “One on One” time with our doctor and get a big old hug from him. Joe will tell you that it’s “Treatment” and our doctor will tell you that it is one heck of a trial doing this treatment with Joe’s massive chest to twist around.
So, a bit of grunting and moaning on both of their parts, a bit of yelping out of Joe with no satisfying pops this time from his ribs or back. Our doctor decided that Joe’s muscles were balled up too tight and he will need to have a prescription for some pain meds and some muscle relaxants.
My poor Joe, he can’t find a place to sit or lie back that doesn’t hurt and the pain meds are not working just yet. Maybe by the second dose later tonight he’ll begin to feel the relaxing effects.
I had to laugh so hard I nearly peed myself when the doctor told Joe that he thinks “Joe’s allergic to work”. If Joe wasn’t hurting so bad he’d have joined in on the laughter. As it was he did a bit of laughing and then told us both to stop because it made him hurt worse.
Tomorrow, I’ll show you what I’m doing with the computer innards and give you an update on my “Scrubby”.