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Finally, Tom is mostly finished. I have some touch ups to do where I damaged or messed up the paint but he’s fully constructed. He’s going on the back burner after that because I need parts. I’m trying to locate a small speaker or two that I can hide in the puppet. Then the Mp3Trigger will get programmed and I have to work on a button bar. This Tom will talk before Christmas.
I’m not feeling so hot today but I wanted to do something for my poor Monte Carlo anyway. I put the Lumina trunk lid on. I’ve removed the Lumina badge since i took this photo but the gummy backing is still there. I’ll work on that when it gets to be important. I still need a huge piece of sheetmetal before I can really progress any further. I just need to feel better before I go work in a junkyard for hours on end.
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I finally painted the silver on Tom. I used a mask on the beak but freehand the engine block. I should have freehand the beak too because the block turned out great and my tape mask leaked on the beak so I have some repairing to do.
I don’t think I’m going to get 1.21 gigawatts out of that but I have a couple of trusty time travelling hats just in case. Marty’s 2015 and the 4th Doctor’s.
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I assembled most of Tom while the paint cures. My workshop is a mess and I don’t want to lose or damage any parts. I still have to mask and paint the silver areas but that will be done in a week or so. I want this paint to be fully cured before I start masking.
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Tom Servo got some paint today. Hopefully it turns out nice. I’m used to airbrushes and paint guns. Trying to work with a spray can was irritating.
No, not 3d printing. This story is about how I tried to use my Brother J430w printer to print a single document on a single sheet of paper in just black and white.
Our story begins on a Friday morning at 7am. Our intrepid network engineer needs to print and sign a document for tomorrow’s DeLorean adventure. He powers up his J430w printer to accomplish this simple task. Little did he know the troubles and tribulations that are soon to follow.
The little printer connects to the network wirelessly and accepts this simple print task.
"Ok," it says "I’ll print you that one document!"
The little printer spools up the print job and looks into its print tray for paper. Finding said paper it attempts to load the paper for the print. Failure, paper jam. The printer tells the PC that it has a paper jam. The engineer sighs and pulls the paper tray out. He pulls the offending paper out and taps the stack lightly on the table to straighten all the edges. He reinserts the tray and pushes the start button.
"Sorry," beeps the printer "but I can’t do that when I have a paper jam. You have to open the back cover and lift the scanner tray before I will print!"
The engineer sighs again and does as instructed. Again he pushes the start button and again the printer beeps telling him to open the back cover and lift the scanner tray. This happens two more times before the engineer pulls the plug on the printer in frustration. He powers the printer back up and looks to the printer spool in the PC only to find that it’s now empty. He has to submit the print job again.
Once again the little printer responds with "Ok, I’ll print you that one document!"
The spooling begins again and again the paper jams in the printer. The engineer’s frustration level grows as the unjamming, powering off, and sending of the job repeats.
The little printer responds with "Ok, I’ll print you that one document!"
We hear that little printer exclaim it’s exictment to print several more times but every attempt ends in failure. The frustration level of the engineer is now at critical levels. He has taken to yelling expletives at the printer and has threatened violence against it and its creators each and every time he sends a print job.
Undaunted the little printer exclaims, "Ok, I’ll print you that one document!"
Three failures later, the engineer has finally had enough. The printer’s paper tray is somewhere across the room and his hands hurt from beating on the little printer’s case. There are papers scattered around the room and the engineer’s vision is blurred from the veins pounding in his eyes. The engineer reassembles and takes the little printer off his table in utter defeat. He puts the horrible machine on his couch as he wonders what he’s going to do to get that document to print. To his amazement the little printer spools the document on its own and grabs the paper properly. It whines and clicks as the paper feeds into the print area. The ink head dances across the page as it slowly feeds along the rubber rollers.
The little printer beeps, “Job’s done!” as the paper lands in the holding tray.
The engineer picks up the paper and examines it. Blank. Completely and totally blank. He looks down at the contented little printer and laughs. This isn’t your normal jovial laugh. This is the maniacal laugh of a man pushed passed to the breaking point. He glances from paper to printer and realizes he has an extra ink cartridge sitting on his desk. He goes to retrieve it only to find that the cartridge is missing. The same cartridge that has been sitting on his desk for almost two months. Frantically he searches for this cartridge all the while cussing about how it has been in the way this entire time and now it is missing. A five minute search of the desk, drawers, and crevices there around proves fruitless. The engineer slowly spins his chair around to look at the little printer. There, between himself and the printer, among the scattered papers, is the cartridge.
He decides not to question how the cartridge migrated that far. There was an epic struggle of man versus machine and many inanimate objects were displaced. The engineer opens the package carefully and inserts the cartridge into the little printer. It beeps in happiness of this present it has been given. Printer ink is its life blood and this little printer desires nothing but to consume mass quantities of ink.
Once again the print job is spooled and sent to the little printer. The little printer exclaims, "Ok, I’ll print you that one document!" It immediately gets to work. "Job’s done!"
The engineer examines the little printer’s work. Blank. Again. He eyes the little printer menacingly. Now he’s sure it is messing with him. A test print is sent. Another. And another. All of them blank with the little printer happily exclaiming that it’s job is complete each and every time. The engineer begs for assistance from his spirit guide, the Google. The Google suggests cleaning the print heads. The engineer watches the little printer with suspicion as it clicks and whirs through the cleaning process.
"Cleaning’s done!" trumpets the little printer.
The PC again spools the job and shuttles it over to the little printer wirelessly. The engineer watches intently as the little printer springs to life.
The little printer exclaims, "Ok, I’ll print you that one document!" Clicks and whines fill the room. Once again the print head dances across the paper with the speed and precision of a printer sitting on a couch at a weird angle. The paper drops into the tray as a happy beep sings out "Job’s done!"
The engineer lifts the paper and examines the crisp black letters on the white page. “But this is page one. I needed page two.”
The PC chuckles to itself.
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