anything industrial in my neck of the woods fucking sucks; I'm constantly paranoid about cutting metal in my back patio.

that's why I'm taking it to work tomorrow and will cut and weld as needed. Hopefully :(

my PEV is a beautiful wreck that is on the verge of being operable for the next few weeks, or at least until I decide to hashi up and fuckin' weld for the first time.

#hazbinhotel ... what's up with Wash It Clean? some guy made it seem to be a song from the series, but I see nothing of it.

helping homeless people requires so much more help that i can provide if i was not alone and in subsidized housing.

fuck all this

sup coso. lay down your sickest rhymes. Here is my attempt for some reason:

my name is hashi and I'm here to say,
I am fed up with my time being stolen in a crazy way

this feels familiar; me being on hold for anything he or his mother needs. I'm done caretaking, but apparently I am not. capitalism is destroying community. I know that, all of my neighbors would definitely pitch in for helping them two; but the design of our living arrangements fucking PROHIBITS fully aiding another.

The number of unfilled apartments is staggering, but the IRvine Company is large enough to wait out any and everyone.

Fuck it all.

A friend of mine has revisited me after 10 years. not too good of a friend, he requires a ton of social energy for me. he's homeless with his mother. I homed him for a day much to my father's chagrin. tonight he was to sleep in my car with his mother and he called me up asking to be taken to the ER for his mother.

I feel relief. I don't need this in my life. the guy got shit stolen which sucks, but he knows NOTHING of tech and is oblivious to the importance of knowing passwords. ffs

Scooter tire popped.

it is so strange to think of my own desires being met by doing things. And then being met with "nah, you already passed the time you can drink! just go to sleep!" from my body.

second motor is coming on monday. The Death Scooter [currently named "Spacely", because it used to be a jetson, however it is pretty much Jetson's boss at this point]. is still attempting to gain purchase with what little hardware I have available. Riding around with a battery riding side saddle isn't a good look.

I am so tired of spending money tho, and to make this ultimately evil it will require the purchase of an equivalent speed controller.

All this still thrills me :)

also I made a death scooter that potentially can go 70+ mph and just bought another motor for it so it doesn't wheelie all the time.

I love this too much. my scooter is a mess, I got it a new controller that is tunable, but there is a difficulty in determining what wires do what, and the new tunable controller is scary and is asking for a lot of things that is difficult to answer without a complete tear down. The amount of work and frustration is something I actually look forward to, because it ends in a way I can handle, and probably might have to do a buttload more work do get working, but that end light never dims :)

I guess I am a scooter/ ebike guy now.

it is an extremely fun niche to be in!

as much as I know already, I wish i knew what I knew before tho. I would have saved hundreds, maybe!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3w1wwGcu0Dk

oddly enough, this has been a crying song for me! It's weird coz it was/is a "One of those melodies" songs for me. I feel like it doesn't relate to my mother's passing, but I could be misremembering.

Now introducing! a toxic person whom I attempted to be their friend and "help" them.

my shit is gone and I am promsed to get it back. ffs it is myh shit i want it now.

1k-5k hub motor, using from 48v to 84v

I successfully attached this to my gear,

but the dinky 48v 6AH battery I think doesn't have enough current to power this.

we'll see what happens!

I know get to work on my new hobby on my own, vs. at my extremely unreliable friend's house. That hobby being tiny stupid EVs, like scooters and tiny bikes. I got a full size bike, and it is nice, but its size kinda sucks [too big]

hi all.

I get my patio back from the landlords thinking they needed to consume 5 months to replace our windows and siding.

my roommate [father] has graciously allowed me to use patio space for my own projects, in lieu of me paying for the entirety of the rent now that my mother has passed.

so far: working on a drill upgrade: I had to hang a fence two weeks ago: I knew my cordless B&D was trash, and after killing two batteries I borrowed a friend's corded drill which made light work.

Next: UV resin curing flashlight: my friend is borrowing mine; I intend on making one for him so I can have my wonderful one back.

finally: getting a huge pack (91) of batteries, so I can make a nice battery pack for my ebike. FOrmerly a Jetson Bolt, it will be powered by a 1000w motor.

welded/soldered a battery pack today, my first one!

my main concern is how hard it seems to be to locate a techno artist from the early aughts.

biggest crying event: Maddie and Tae's "What It's Like Loving You", lyrics:

"Are you gonna kiss me first or do I gotta lean in? Will you take me home to momma just a couple weeks in?"

If my former courtship ever blatantly give me an answer, then I'm afraid I am unable to bring her back to momma.
That is a huge amalgamation of emotions, right there.

So I have a two-horn portable car horn already....

This is a wild thought; I am ashamed of how my deceased mother would see me, despite my own feelings on death and rebirth.