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Burpengary East http://www.cmweller.com 12544 posts

Getting there S-L-O-W-L-Y

There is fun times to be happening today. But first, the costume checklist:

  • [ ] Dress
  • [X] Striped Hose
  • [X] Corset
  • [X] Shoes
  • [ ] Petticoats
  • [ ] Gloves
  • [X] Hat
  • [X] Wig
  • [ ] Makeups
  • [X] Makeup accessories
  • [X] Bloomers
  • [X] Functioning Heart
  • [X] Rose-enhanced Mask

Yes, dear readers, I finally figured out how to do Bitzer's Rosy Cheek(tm) and Beloved and I conquered the Arduino programming for the sparking lights in the heart.

Check out this test video:

We've finessed the code since this test run, but this is a good proof of concept. I'll share the code if so requested. For the colours, we didn't want any greens at all or whites too often... and that took some solid jiggery-pokery. AKA: trying different numbers until something worked.

And speaking of jiggery-pokery:

[Shown here: free range cardboard with some bits cut out]

I had to paint the shell of the heart without frelling up the minipixels, so some clever masking was required. Luckily, I had some cardboard cartons in the recycling bin, and so I got to one of them.

I cut four of the small tags off for inserts, and traced around the front piece of the heart twice [inside and outside] to get an idea of where I could cut.

[Shown here: clever masking work in progress]

With enough sticky tape and cardboard, I can mask the world! I was so darn pleased with myself. I only needed to trim two bits to make room for some plastic pylons. And tape all the way around it ensured that most of the gold stayed on the outside.

[Shown here: almost complete masking where all the holes are]

Through a combination of cardboard bits, sticky tape, and twiddling, I managed to cover every hole by which paint could conceivably sneak in. It wasn't until I finished hosing it down with primer that I realised I'd missed one:

[Shown here: improved masking with a bit of cardboard over the wall mount hole]

I got this one to stay still simply by squeezing it into shape. Huzzah.

[Shown Here: The back of the heart in a lazy reassemble pre-paint]

[Shown here, the front of the heart]

Both halves of the shell fit together nicely enough without needing much in the way of twiddling. Which is really good news, because I will be flipping this baby frequently and often.

[Shown here: my highly advanced painting system]

Always spray in a well-ventilated area, kids. And if you must spray on the lawn - put down something disposable to protect the grass.

I obviously weighed it all down with whatever was lying around.

[Shown here: the front, post primer]

I was not prepared for the heart to stick to the paper I put down, but there was no real damage beyond colour transfer.

I usually spray at a close range and really hose it to make absolutely, positively certain that the thing I have sprayed firkin stays sprayed.

[Shown here: the heart after a liberal application of gold]

As you can see, even close-range spraying has fallout. When you weigh paper down, make sure it's stuff you don't care about. The kids didn't care and actually volunteered those weights for my use.

I needed two coats of gold to make the red disappear. Despite my best efforts to get it in one.

[Shown here: roses, almost ready to become decals]

And now for something completely different.

I've been stressing for some months as to how to put an Art Deco rose on a curved surface. Beloved suggested printing the roses.

I had to print in greyscale for two reasons: (1) colour ink is firkin expensive and (2) the colour of the roses I had found were wrong for what I wanted.

I got to the grey printout with a black sharpie and two crayola felt-tip colours. Working at close range with my glasses off so the colour was coherent and not messy.

That green thing is a ceramic scalpel. Creatively borrowed from Beloved's stash of really cool tools. It's just what you want when you're doing an intricate cut like the rose shown on the cardboard.

If you don't have a scalpel or cutting mat - corrugated cardboard makes an excellent substitute.

And as for the unavoidable little white fluffy bits? I went over them with the sharpie again.

[Shown here: testing on a spare mask]

Now, I'm nervous about mucking up the mask, so I had to do a test piece to see how it would go. And in doing so, I perfected the method for getting a flat piece of paper onto a curved surface.

I held the decal against the palm of my hand and pressed hard by applying pressure into the back of the mask.

[Shown here: The decal on the mask]

As you can see, it worked out really well. The corners of my cuts now look like a really intricate paint job by some 1920-something artist.

[Shown here: Both heart and mask ready for lacquering]

The lacquer requires a minimum of three light coats to be effective. Which means spraying lightly from a nearly standing position. Which means a lot of spraying at semi-regular intervals.

Fortunately, both of these pieces need the same lacquer, so I can kill two birds with the same stone.

Challenge #01110-C013: Fear of the Gifted Child

http://thefingerfuckingfemalefury.tumblr.com/post/129483030883/ayellowbirds-sorceringing-the-vegan-muser -- RecklessPrudence

There were skeleton spiders in the lab. No, not the exoskeletons, which novices animated for practice, but actual spiders made of bones.

That one had a rib cage for an abdomen.

"Clerita... what the flying hell?"

Clerita, the problem child, the one who was always so far ahead of everyone that she seemed like she was behind, looked up from her current project. A bird with bony pinions. "Uhm," she said.

"Why?" demanded

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Progress with technology

Stand back and brace your routers, it's a PHOTOBLOG!

That's right, dear readers, I have done some things. First of which was shopping for a shoes, and some other bits and bobs that cost a lot of money. [Donate today and you can fund this author having food to eat during WWWC5!]

But first, the twiddly bits:

[Shown here: two Adafruit(tm) circuit boards, six 7-micropixel LED 'flowers' and two rechargeable battery packs]

These were ordered by post. The wires, wire strippers,

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Challenge #01109-C012: One Fine Afternoon in the Vicinity of a Library

Pooka or Pookas, turn it or them loose. Have fun! -- Knitnan

The man was having a pleasant conversation with what looked to be a chair of thin air. Which immediately caught Shayde's interest.

"You stay away from that man, demon," warned Riflgast. "He has an affliction of the humours and is seeing things."

"Nope," said Shayde. As if she could see what the fellow was talking to. "He's got a case of th' Pookas, ye ken."

Riflgast almost fell off his

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The best laid plans...

I was going to go on a minor shopping spree, today. And visit MeMum to pick up those bloomers (and maybe have a gasbag).

BUT, yesterday afternoon, some dillhole thought it would be funny to push Mayhem - who then tripped over someone's bag and fell badly. The arm he landed on is still aching "just as bad" as yesterday. The arm itself is sensitive to touch. And there's purple discolouration.

I thought it might be his wrist, but it's his radius

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Challenge #01107-C010: Strange Things are Happening

  1. The mysterious case of the sock in the night-time

  2. "And that's why I'm not allowed in the garage unsupervised anymore" -- Anon Guest

[AN: For those keeping score, this reduces my overlap count to 25]

1)

Papyrus was happy. He was now part of the royal guard. Even though his duties consisted mostly of watching over New New Home (King Asgore was still terrible with names) and preventing humans from causing trouble, he took his duties seriously.

"HALT! WHO GOES THERE?"

The

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Finally! Sleep!

Mayhem and I have had restless nights for a majority of the week, but for different reasons. Me, because not being able to breathe tends to wake me up. And Mayhem because something, somewhere went agley and he couldn't sleep.

Medical science is still trying to find out why it went agley in the first place.

The medication finally recommended by the doctors has worked enough to give him five hours of actual rest. Yay. I recommended some meditation stuff and white

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Challenge #01106-C009: Once More, Into the Brig...

"It's a thrilling tale of a dried apricot, four bags of flour, and a torch." -- Gallifreya

Ax'and'l blinked very slowly. It was telling that he was getting used to these levels of crap. And if he let on, he knew that Hwell would only invent new and more interesting levels of crap.

"Save it for getting free drinks at the bars, and even then, I'm letting it known about your capacity limit." He sighed and turned to the Security Guard. "What's

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It's 4AM and my life sucks a little

Got woken up by another asthma attack at two in the morning and didn't take a nebuliser dose until 3. I'm going to need another dose long about 6AM. This is indeed a Bad Air Day.

I'm now worried that I may cause alarm and despondency if I need to use my machine in public at Tucson. And to that end, I've warned Miss Bennett about me and put an FAQ on my phone.

I still have no idea if Bunny sees

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Challenge #01105-C008: Smart Way to Die

"Never teleport your brain out of your own skull without a backup plan. No good will ever come of it." -- Anon Guest

The last thing he smelled was ozone. Then there was an alarming darkness. There was no pain, any more. The eyes came online, first, showing him a fine view of his own dead body. Right now, the skull cavity would be filling up with blood as his heart went through its last, spasmodic beats. And as his blood pressure

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...ow

I'm not a happy camper, today.

The asthma attack that will not end is still not ending in a timely manner. After four runs on the nebuliser, yesterday and one this morning, I can feel something loosening up in the bronchii, but it's taking its sweet time shaking loose.

Meanwhile, I shake so much that something has to fall loose, but it isn't.

I'm changing approaches to editors again. Beloved says that working from a MarkDown copy is way easier than working

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Iris and Peter Get Married (Eventually) [pt 43]

Chapter Forty-three
(Epilogue, The Steam Man Band, Delilah returns from the dead, and The persistence of sandwiches)

Duo and Trike held fast to her hands as she entered the side stage door. They giggled to see their automaton brothers playing music on the stage.

“There’s Pappy,” chirped Duo. He was, after all, hard to miss. Still a gangly giant of a man, pale as a sheet and sporting blue-black hair.

“Pappy!” Trike broke away and ran for his father.

Colonel Walter

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Challenge #01104-C007: Special Education

Person #1: Why don't I ever see you stopping by to talk to your niece?

Person #2: Her parent says I'm a bad influence. I still say C4 is an acceptable substitute for playdoh - the store was out! It's not like I gave her any detonators - it was perfectly safe! -- RecklessPrudence

Lots of kids had Best Relatives. And for Mary, her best relative was Aunty Phyllis. Aunty Phyllis had the catchphrase, "Some people just overreact about things." Usually in

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Why do I hurt myself?

I could not get to sleep, last night. I thought I was anxious about getting my cosplay together, but it turns out I was having a Clayton's asthma attack.

Clayton's(adj): The thing you have when you're not having a thing.

In my case, it's not realising I'm having an asthma attack until I look at my fingernails [instead of glance at them] and say, "Holy fuck, those are purple!"

I was probably one very bad night away from full-blown cyanosis. And

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Iris and Peter Get Married (Eventually) [pt 42]

Chapter Forty-two.
(Necessary inventions for a mother, A simple wedding, Flowers all over, and A good husband)

Among dear Peter’s many inventions (most of them were cluttering up a ballroom that had been left long abandoned, now) was an adjustable bed backing that could raise her into a sitting position with the use of a crank. The automatons were forbidden from fighting over who got to use it and perforce drew straws to see whose go it was.

Peters Two and

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