#Testing Cable Harness

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[andmaybegayer]

Rambling: So much of this is just like. It's all the money, you can't get around the money. Engineering is primarily a cost optimisation problem, so is business, where do you buy your parts, how much do you pay your labour. The companies can make equal quality goods cheaper in China because of the industrial base. Western workers don't want to work in manufacturing because it doesn't pay as much or as reliably as other jobs.

I like reading articles and watching videos about factories and a thing you find with a lot of American factories is they're often highly specific niche industries where they don't have much competition or they're really low volume where less intensive manufacturing processes still work or they have big military contracts that give them their base income. Really it's wild how every little engineering shop in the US requires base level security clearance because they make the cable harness for the Hornet or whatever. And crucially, crucially: they employ 100 people. Planning to work for one of these companies is like planning to be a pro baseball player but you make $35/hr.

I studied in South Africa, and I studied electrical engineering, but like. That was my fifth or sixth choice from a personal interest perspective? As a teenager I was really into biochem. I really wanted to work on like. Bioreactor stuff. South Africa has okay industrial chemistry but not that much biochem. So why would I go spend five years getting a biochem Masters and hope I could find a job at one of like six companies. It's a bad move! Once again, baseball player odds! Mostly if you're lucky you'll get to fuck around in a half-related field for a few years and then you'll wind up with some office job that you found because it turns out running tests on paint shearing isn't personally fulfilling enough to make you stay in a lab job.

Hell, even taking the Good Hiring Engineering Job market, it's a goddamn pain in the ass to find any actual engineering work. I applied to dozens of internship positions every semester at engineering firms and workshops and never so much as heard back, whereas I could go to the software job fairs and get two offers and several interviews for a vacation job in a couple weeks. You can swim upstream to get in there but even if you're willing to take the pay cut, engineering jobs are slow moving and slow hiring, and in small departments your professional progression is often gated behind someone retiring or dying.

A while ago someone (was this Reggie? sounds like him EDIT: YEP) was talking about how part of the reason why no one in the US for the past 20 years can do like, epitaxial growth optimisation isn't because there's some philosophical or educational divison, but because anyone committed and driven enough to spend months optimizing that would just put that energy and commitment into going into software or becoming a quant or some other higher yield option. Meanwhile if you're a driven and focussed ladder climber in China there's dozens of factories looking for someone to do exactly this. The people in the West who are so into this that they still do it are often in academia, not industry, and that's an even more competitive and impenetrable sector to get into. Getting a PhD grad job in academic chip manufacturing is miserable, it's basically a six year long interview process that costs you hundreds of thousands of dollars that has a 0.1% chance of panning out.

Actually, I did once do a factory internship, it was my only nepotism internship, at a construction materials factory where my dad was a manager, and it was really interesting work! I had a lot of freedom in a small engineering team and I spent a while understanding a bag filling machine and reading manuals and tuning the control process and talking to floor workers and designing sheet metal parts to improve their jobs. And when I talked to the engineer supervising me I found out he was on a six month contract that wasn't getting renewed and he would be leaving the company basically the same time my internship ended. That company hadn't hired a full-time process engineer in ages, and probably never would if they could avoid it. Not encouraging!

People often say you should get into the trades because they pay well and are material fulfilling work. This is like. It's an elision. Successful tradespeople are in very high demand, but becoming a successful tradesperson is very, very finicky. I worked with a lot of electricians and millwrights and technicians, and for every tech who was successful and running a roaring business there were five guys stuck in eternal apprenticeships or struggling to make a name for themselves in the industry on their own. Some trades are great for this, other trades are 90% training scams where you spend nine months and five thousand dollars on a course that gives you a certificate almost no one cares about.

Every now and then I talk to an installation tech I used to work with who has a bunch of CCTV and security certs he got in the DRC, and he is just absolutely struggling to get by. There's already enough successful companies to serve the demand, why would you take a risk on this fly-by-night? He could find a technical job, and he does, but it's a dead end, everyone wants a base technician forever, they don't want you to upskill and move on. They hire in an external electrician to come in for an hour sign off on your work, and that's all you need.

You can't develop an industrial base unless it's appealing to work in the industrial base. If you're an industrialising nation, the appeal is "It's not farm work and you might get some real money instead of a sack of barley" but in a modern society you need to pay at least as well as the office jobs. If your industrial sector is small it can afford to only hire the most qualified people because it's a labour buyer's market, and that's how you produce a massive knowledge gap.

[janeya]

jane flight masterpost

(decided to finally repost this seperately from a reblog from another account's post so its easier to find)

2016-2019 american tour, jungle theatre, and mccarter/arena appear to all use a similar style rig, which uses a waist/back harness to allow them to spin and go upside down.

some theatre company uses a typical small-scale lift that doesnt spin

cs arts and eastview use the same seesaw-style lift, although the first rendition is much more polished (cs arts is a little janky). from the available pictures, it seems like steamer no. 10 uses this as well though thats less confirmed as there are no videos

majestic repertory jane flies for a very short moment at the end of the song! she also uses the seesaw method.

the metropolitan theatre also uses a pretty standard flight sequence- from what i know, she's simply lowered and lifted (similar to stc). beck centre theatre also uses a similar 'up-and-down' lift, the difference being its staged to be a 'test your strength' carnival game. again, the latter is less polished, since beck centre uses cables instead of a more reliable lifting system like the ones used in stc or the american tour productions. its a cool concept though!

hickory community theatre and usd theatre both use flight systems that go VERY high up so thats realy cool. usd uses a cable rig that lifts her freely by her back, causing her to spin slowly in the air. for hickory, i dont have much to go off of other than these images so i dont really know what sort of rig they use but it looks somewhat similar.

then there's a super insane flight rig where jane does backflips and is upside down!! (its incredibly hard to see so i apologize but just trust me. ive posted videos on here of it. its wild). it isnt the sort of rig where there are cables spinning her, it seems like she has full control over her flipping which i genuinely have not seen done in theatre much ever.

boise little theatre uses a rig that makes it look like she's being held up and pulled around by her neck?? its very scary but has a really cool effect for jane. i wish i could tell you how this one works but we only have a very small clip to go off of. i believe it could be a harness that attaches around her shoulders?

sinclair community college appears to use a harness/cable rig but im not 100 percent on how the sequence works

also according to an actor from the stagecoach production, jane had a flight rig, though i know nothing about that one. :)

veterans high school did have one aswell though im currently attempting to figure out how this one was done! it appears to me to be a seated lift but theres a few unique things abt the way it was done that im not sure abt, so i hesitate to pinpoint anything.

u may have also seen a highschool recently saying they were the first hs to fly jane! though this is not true (i dont blame them! the highschools that did have all been pretty niche productions), they still have a flight rig nonetheless nd that is still impressive! tho im having a similar situation with trying to figure out the exact sort of lift they are using. you can sort of see it from some angles, and it does look like it could be attatched at the waist? i included a few pictures where you can see the rig behind her. nd u can also vaguely make out what looks like someone unclipping her at the end, so im pretty set on that being it.

[robsheridan]

VIDEONOMICON (1988), part 2 (see part 1 here). More stills from Maxim Voronin’s cable TV miniseries about a mysterious AV club using Satanic video test patterns to transform unwitting volunteers into demonic flesh vessels.

As the hypnotic powers of the video patterns begin to warp the consciousness of the volunteers, more is revealed about the mysterious cult behind the strange experiments. Unseen by the research volunteers, the “hosts” communicate to them only through various goat heads mounted throughout the facility. Are the human(?) hosts trying to control the evil powers they’re harnessing? Or are they merely pawns in something much more sinister? The answers will only be found by seeing what is beyond; by releasing the prison of the flesh and plunging deeper into the technological hellscape of… The Videonomicon.

To be continued…

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[raynerberg]

𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗦

~ My new DX OC Antagonist (it/it). In Greek mythology - the god of chaos, primeval darkness. The same A/I as Icarus, Daedalus, Helios, Morpheus, but unlike their "brothers" Erebus has a body and is hostile towards the main characters... So it can be considered a full-fledged synthetic (android). It's shell is the color of ripe cherries, made of super-strong and flexible plastic, with an ultra-low density exceeding high-quality steel by two times. On it's face is a helmet with a built-in internal screen that works as a protection/navigator/infrared vision/transmitter and a data receiver, and it also serves to transmit more accurate holographic data and images. Also on the head of It there are five flexible harnesses (cables) that also serve as melee weapons and ports for connecting to computers. Erebus was created as a plan "B" in case Bob Page was defeated. While its creator was the main player, the android was in hibernation mode, undergoing algorithm testing and system stabilization. The distress signal was received and accepted by the Erebus system a couple of minutes before the destruction of the main base. Thus sending an impulse to the main OS, bringing it out of hibernation mode. * That's all for now. As usual, the full body will be later when I think about this moment properly. But unlike Grayson, whose story was thought out a long time ago, I'll have to sit on this guy's motives. For now, I'm not sure if it's going to be an episodic villain or the main headache of the good guys. Time will show.

[poeticlark]

Doll Au Part Two - Part One

Everyone is a cyborg, retro-futurist, heavily inspired by the cyberpunk franchise.

1800~ words

Trigger Warning for panic attack and discussions of sexual assault -.-.-

“Jack in, Captain. This won’t take long, so you can get back to standing around and looking busy.”

“Har har har. Very funny.”

“Why, thank you.”

Curly unwinds a spool of cabling from his wrist, the end of it cradled between his fingers. The Pony Express Diagnostic Terminal sitting on her desk, an off-white block probably older than her which computes like the Antikythera mechanism, is whirring and humming. Every few minutes, its coolant fan coughs out more dust and hair.

Diagnostic check ups have gone smoothly. No neural viruses, no significant bugs, no circuit failures. Everyone so far has come to sit in the creaky patient chair, plug their jack into the terminal’s ancient mechanisms, and chat idly for the duration of the diagnostic. Anya’s questions are brief, their responses concise. Minimal hassle.

“Please don’t fry my brain?”

Anya huffs, as Curly plugs the end of his cable directly into the terminal’s port, shuffling nervously.

“I’m not even sure this fossil can generate the voltage for that. You'll be fine, Captain.”

It’s doubtless that his test will take longer, but what Anya worries about isn’t the condition of his cyberware. They're clean, flawless, well-installed pieces.

No, Anya’s chief concern is how she’s supposed to politely bring up the Morpheus. Is it like a sexuality or disease? Is it within her scope of treatment to ask?

Is Anya being a bad person for wondering if Curly’s fit to serve as captain, if he has one?

Red walls of texts, checks on every box, flick past the screen. Nothing’s being flagged as faulty, and Curly sits there quietly with his eyes flashing blue and a timid look on his face.

Maybe he knows. Well, surely he knows. He had it installed. Specifically, he knows that Anya would do preliminary research on her crewmates before conducting the first diagnostic session. And that the process of having a Morpheus installed would appear in his files.

Anya breathes in and out, deep and heavy breaths, like she can contain what’s wrong with the entire situation through meditative training.

Small talk drifts back and forth between them. Casual but somewhat stinted. Curly looks like he wants to peel off his skin and clean out every enhancement he’s ever had installed.

“Are you prepared for a physical inspection, Captain?”

“Physical?”

He echoes it nervously, picking at the edges of his nails absently, eyes flashing cerulean. She wonders absently what he's seeing in his far more advanced opticware: if there's none of the permanent fizz around the edges, if the alerts are clearer. Maybe, he can't see her at all, boxes and bubbles floating into his vision to report on the functioning of his own mind to him.

“Your neural processor. Are you prepared for me to do a brief physical inspection?”

The terminal beeps loudly, a flat attempt at a musical tone, and the diagnostic is done. No complications. His shoulders unwind finally, tight knots of stress sagging as he huffs out a sigh of relief. Unplugging his cable from the terminal, he watches it spool and disappear back into his forearm.

“Of course, Nurse Anya.”

The resignation in his voice, quiet obedience, rings hollow and sour with context. Her gut twists and swirls, unpleasantly nauseous. What sort of conditions lead a man to accept a Morpheus, to accept handing over his very body and mind for a profit?

Was he a soldier of the war? No, surely too young to serve like her father. Maybe, a more recent conflict. In the American forces, maybe. Taking on programming to march through the apocalypse or fly overhead with kiloton payloads, oblivious to anything he did. Only taking orders. 

A worker in the sex industry, maybe. A million words come to mind - all derogatory, all demeaning - and she swallows, a knot in her throat like she was about to bark them at him. It pays well, and there's nothing as profitable as serving anonymous clients a living toy who feels no pain. It pays better than a Pony Express Captain could ever dream of, so why leave it?

Pulling on her gloves, watching Curly heave himself into the medical gurney and start to strip, she scolds herself for letting her mind wander. Frankly, it's none of her business why he'd have one installed. That's private. It’s not impacted his work so far. She doesn’t know this man as a friend, and she’d have never known if it wasn't for the updated policy.

The upper part of his overalls hanging around his hips, Pony Express shirt lying folded on the cot beside him, he looks small and weak. Like a child, lost and scared. His lower lip is red and flaky, bitten down. He hates this.

“Are you alright, Captain? I can have someone else present, if it-”

“No. No, thank you. That won't be necessary, I'm just cold.”

He coughs, awkwardly, like it can smother his outburst. Her smile tightens, as he turns away from her. Hands clutching the edge of the gurney, Curly tilts his head forward and exposes the back of his neck.

Skin, usually freckled and pockmarked by overexposure to the sun, gives away to plates of painted titanium in a poor approximation of white skin, an off-cream stretching into his shoulder blades and neck. It’s only bracing the exposed neuralware, embedded deep into his upper spine and stretching down in interlocking plates.

Reaching out with her gloved hands, she prods around the edges of it for any swelling or complications. Nothing feels unusual to her, and Curly isn’t hiding flinches of pain as she squeezes around the seams. No overheating, no buildup of fluid, or signs of infection.

“How do you clean it, Captain?”

“Isopropyl alcohol and a toothbrush.”

Noting the angry inflammation and dry skin around the metal plates, at the seam where flesh has started to curl around titanium, she hums.

“I can see that’s causing irritation as it dries out your skin. Good thinking, but it can lead to infection as the skin breaks from the exposure.”

His shoulders lift halfway to his ears, hands clenched around the sleeves of his jumpsuit. She’s never seen him look so genuinely upset over a light chastising.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.”

Pursing her lips tightly, she inspects the implant for any rust or corrosion. The sooner she can stop touching him, the better. His discomfort is making her stomach roll, tight with nausea. Her fingers ghost over the ports behind his right here, two slots for memory chips and other information downloads, and a thick circular port for cabling. That would be used to upload behavioural programs. 

“I have some products that won’t damage the implant, but may treat your skin a bit kinder. Moisturiser would help too, you know,” she mentions offhandedly, hoping to distract herself from the lingering thoughts.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Have you been experiencing dizziness, mood swings or lapses in memory?”

“No, ma’am.” 

“Have you felt anxiousness, paranoia, or felt a sense of disconnect from yourself?” “No, ma’am.”

“Have you felt like you haven’t been acting like yourself, or that something else is dominating your actions?”

The silence stretches on like hot elastic, awkward and tight. It’s not a standard screening question, but by God, she’d hoped he would brush it off as a rephrasing. A mundane question for a mundane test for cyberpsychosis.

Curly’s shoulders are trembling, his breaths short and shallow. Whistling through his teeth, shoulders wound up like he’s ready to spring away.

“You know?”

Anya pulls her hands away, looks away from his bare back and faintly quivering curls. The sticky sound that snaps through the air as she tugs off the gloves makes Curly’s shoulders twitch like he’s holding himself back from bolting for the door.

“You know about it, Anya? The chip?”

She tosses them in the bin and stands. She needs distance, needs feet between her and Curly as he’s falling apart on the gurney. Throwing the gloves in the waste bin, she sighs heavily.

“Yes, Captain. I know about the Morpheus implant.”

In his scramble to get away from her, he almost knocks the gurney over. His breaths are thin and tight, rabbit-like as he presses his back up against the wall furthest from the desk.

“It’s alright, Curly.”

Grabbing his Pony Express shirt and tugging it over himself like a shield, he shudders at something unseen, ghosting over the back of his neck like her hands. Anya watches with a deepening pit of suspicion in her gut.

“I’ll leave you to dress, Captain. We can continue the check later.”

Making for the door, hoping to camp out in the kitchen until Curly’s regained his composure and calmed enough so that she can complete her diagnostic report, Anya feels the anxiousness start to unravel in her chest.

“You can't tell anyone, Anya.”

His fingers are tight around her wrist, bones aching at the sides where his hand squeezes. Trying to pull away only makes her stumble, his grip unyielding. The anxiousness beats and kicks.

“Let go of me.”

He finally looks at her, makes the eye contact that she’d been dreading. His eyes are near manic, a feral sort of fear only found in dogs about to bite. Flicking to the medical bay door, opening to the corridor and the lounge beyond that. To the rest of the ship, and to the crew.

“Please Anya, please? Don’t tell anyone about it, please.”

Stomach rolling, Anya distantly notes that his terror at the thought of it induces some sort of pity reaction. Maybe he fears faith in the Captaincy to crumble with the reveal. Maybe he fears judgement for the implication.

Maybe Anya will finally connect every single red flag and symptom he’s basically been screaming at her, the entirety of this diagnostic session. Maybe Anya is actually being a cunt right now. This is more than “my coworkers won’t like me”.

“Captain Curly. Let go of me.”

He drops her wrist like it burns, stumbling back and pressing it to his abdomen like he’s holding it away from her. Face pallid, chest heaving with his attempts to suck in full breaths of air.

“No one can know. What they’ll do to me… trips up here can get lonely. People can get lonely. Please, Anya? Please don’t tell anyone, I’ll… I'll do anything.”

The heavy implication lingers like a foul smell, sour when it hits the back of her throat with the sting of unshed tears. This is so awful, and God how she can’t bear it. The wreck he’s been reduced to, the way he says anything like his very survival depends on how much gravity he can impose onto it, how Anya interprets the word.

“I will tell no one, Curly. Your medical records are entirely confidential. No one has to know.”

Eventually, Curly gives up on floundering for words. Wriggles back into the top half of his jumpsuit, almost falling over as he scrambles to get himself presentable again. Anya just stares at the floor and thinks about taking anti-emetics on her lunch break. If the deducted payroll is worth it.

Curly rushes out of the room, collar popped high to hide that processor on his neck, and the dead pixel flashes, in a sea of cool blue.

[mythbustersfacts]

The Pit (S8E??)

There’s an episode of MythBusters that no one talks about—mostly because it supposedly never aired. It was whispered about on message boards and forums, details pieced together from fleeting mentions by crew members who left the show soon after. The story begins with Adam, as most of these stories do, brimming with chaotic enthusiasm and an idea that pushed even his limits.

The myth? That there’s a real, honest-to-God bottomless pit. Not a metaphor, not a deep cave, but an infinite void—allegedly somewhere in rural Washington, a place locals only referred to as "The Devil’s Maw." The legend claimed it was bottomless, and, more disturbingly, that anyone who ventured too close could hear faint whispers from the pit, voices calling their name. It was said to be a direct pathway to Hell.

Adam: (grinning like a madman) "What’s the point of myths if we don’t tackle the big ones? Today, we’re investigating whether a bottomless pit exists! And if it does, how far can a human fall before… well, let’s hope we don’t have to find out!"

Jamie, stoic and unimpressed, stood beside him, arms crossed.

Jamie: (flatly) "This is a bad idea. Bottomless pits don’t exist, Adam."

Adam: (ignoring him) "We’re going to prove it one way or another! And if it is bottomless… I might just jump in!"

Jamie shot the camera a deadpan look.

Jamie: "He’s going to get himself killed."

The cameras followed as Adam and Jamie approached the pit. The opening was jagged, the earth around it cracked and blackened as if scorched. A faint, unnatural breeze seemed to rise from the depths, carrying with it a sound that was almost—but not quite—human.

Adam: (excitedly, leaning over the edge) "Listen to that! It’s like… voices!"

Jamie: (grabbing Adam’s shoulder and pulling him back) "Don’t get too close. The ground’s unstable."

Adam: (grinning, shaking him off) "Relax, Jamie. It’s just a hole."

The camera crew was visibly uneasy. One of them muttered that their equipment was glitching—batteries dying, lenses fogging up despite the clear air.

They started with the usual experiments: dropping objects into the pit and timing how long it took to hear them hit the bottom. A rock. A flare. Even a crash-test dummy rigged with a microphone. But there was no sound. No impact. The dummy’s audio feed cut off seconds after it disappeared into the darkness.

Adam: (frustrated) "Nothing! It’s like they’re just… gone."

Jamie: (grimly) "Maybe we should leave it at that."

But Adam wasn’t satisfied. He began pacing, muttering about how they couldn’t just end the episode without definitive proof. Then, he made the announcement that would doom the entire shoot.

Adam: (grinning wildly) "There’s only one way to really test it. I’m going in."

The crew erupted in protests. Jamie stepped in front of Adam, arms crossed.

Jamie: "Don’t be stupid. You don’t know what’s down there."

Adam: (smirking) "That’s the point, isn’t it? Science is about risk, Jamie! Plus, I’ve got a harness. What’s the worst that could happen?"

Jamie: (glaring, voice low) "You don’t come back."

Against everyone’s better judgment, Adam strapped himself into a harness connected to a winch. The crew reluctantly manned the controls, their faces pale. As Adam was lowered into the pit, he joked and shouted back up to them, his voice echoing eerily.

Adam: "Still no bottom! But it’s getting colder… and darker. This is amazing!"

Then his tone changed.

Adam: (nervously) "Wait… I think I hear something. Like… whispers?"

The audio feed crackled, his words cutting in and out.

Adam: "…saying my name… Jamie, do you hear…?"

Suddenly, the winch jolted. The crew shouted as the cable began to spool uncontrollably, as if something in the pit was pulling Adam down.

Jamie: (yelling) "Shut it off! Pull him up!"

The winch screeched, sparks flying, but the cable kept unraveling. Adam’s panicked voice came through the radio one last time.

Adam: (screaming) "It’s not a pit! It’s—"

And then, silence. The cable snapped, whipping back and narrowly missing Jamie’s face. The crew stared in horror at the frayed end, then down into the pit, which seemed to swallow all light.

Jamie refused to speak publicly about what happened, but in a rare interview years later, he was asked if he believed the pit was truly bottomless.

He paused for a long time before answering.

Jamie: (quietly) "I don’t know what it was. But Adam didn’t fall to the bottom. He was… taken."

[sngl-led-auto-lights]

How do you fix flickering headlight bulbs without replacing them?

Flickering headlights are almost always an electrical issue, not necessarily a failing bulb. Here’s how to diagnose and fix it without replacement, step by step:

🔧 Step-by-Step Solutions

Clean Ground Connections (Most Common Fix)

Locate ground points:

Check the battery terminal ground cable (clean with baking soda/water or wire brush).

Trace wires to the engine block ground (often bolted near strut towers).

Find the headlight harness ground (usually behind headlights or near radiator support).

Clean thoroughly:

Disconnect the battery, unbolt grounds, scrub metal surfaces with sandpaper/wire brush, and re-secure tightly.

Check Wiring & Plugs

Inspect the headlight harness plug:

Look for melted plastic, corrosion, or loose pins. Spray with electrical contact cleaner and reconnect firmly.

Test for voltage drop:

Use a multimeter:

Healthy circuit: ≤0.5V drop between battery (+) and headlight plug during operation.

1V drop indicates a bad connection.

Replace the Headlight Relay

Why: Weak/failing relays cause intermittent power cuts → flickering.

Find the relay:

Check the under-hood fuse box (refer to owner’s manual). Look for labels like "HEAD," "LOW," or "LIGHT."

Swap it with an identical relay (e.g., horn or A/C relay) to test.

Cost: 5–15 for a new relay.

Upgrade to a Headlight Wiring Harness

For older vehicles (like your Avalanche):

Factory wiring often degrades, causing voltage drop.

Install a heavy-duty harness with relays (plugs directly to battery + headlights):

Ensures stable 12V power.

Kit cost: 20–40.

Test the Alternator & Battery

Voltage check (engine running):

Healthy: 13.8–14.8V at battery terminals.

Below 13V → failing alternator/voltage regulator.

Flickering when revving engine?

Classic sign of a bad voltage regulator.

🚫 When Bulb Replacement IS Necessary

Bulb filament visibly broken (shake it – rattling = dead).

Moisture inside the headlight housing (causes short-circuit flickering).

Bulb base is corroded or melted.

⚠️ Safety Notes

Disconnect the battery before handling electrical components.

Avoid "LM386 modules" or "anti-flicker capacitors" sold online – they mask underlying issues.

For halogen bulbs: Never touch the glass (skin oil causes hot spots → premature failure).

🔍 Diagnostic Flowchart

graph TD;

A[Headlights Flickering] --> B{Both or One?};

-->Both

C[Check Battery/Alternator/Grounds];

-->One

D[Check Bulb Plug & Ground];

--> E[Clean Grounds → Test Voltage];

--> F[Clean Plug → Test for Voltage Drop];

-->Still Flickering

G[Replace Relay];

-->Still Flickering

H[Test Wiring Harness];

& H -->Fixed?

I[Done];

-->No

J[Install Relay Harness Upgrade];

If these fixes fail, the bulb itself may be faulty – but 80% of flickering cases are wiring/ground issues. Prioritize electrical troubleshooting before buying new bulbs! 🛠️

[equiptest]

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FANDOM: Stranger Things

REQUESTED SUMMARY: ”Part 2 of the Stranger Things request

Genderswap Eddie has sat down for D&D, blissfully unaware of the two rivals occupying her panties. Steve has just slipped as she sat down and is facing her lower lips, while Billy had smugly watched him.

Billy decides to have a little fun at Steve's expense, and put truth to his "Some of us know how to get other people wet" claim by navigating his way through her pubes until he makes it to the clitoral hood.

Tying a strand of hair around his waist as a makeshift harness, he begins spicing up Eddie's D&D campaign, as Steve begins getting covered in her slick.

Billy being a teasing little mischief maker at Steve's expense while Eddie is feeling embarrassingly aroused during the game, wholly unaware of the cause.”

CHARACTERS: Genderswapped!Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington

WARNINGS: Unaware, Underwear Entrapment

COMMISSION TYPE: Full Page + 1 Add-on

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Steve wasn’t really the best in school. He got by, of course – he had to, he had to maintain his GPA so he could stay on the basketball and swim team. It’s just that he didn’t really retain anything he didn’t strictly have to retain to pass tests and stuff, because none of it really seemed important at the time. The point is, he’s not sure whether what he’s going through now is a metaphor, or a parallel, or if it’s just situational irony.

Here he is standing before the open mouth of a daunting, deadly cavern – meanwhile, Eddie’s voice resonates all around them, a distant and constant drone muffled by clothes and the table overhead, describing the open mouth of a daunting, deadly cavern her players currently stand before. On the bright side, he’s reasonably sure there isn’t a fucking dragon inside the one before him. If anything, the cave itself is the dragon, a hungry and open maw waiting to consume him — or to open up and expel something just as deadly as fire, but far more likely to drown him than burn him.

But, like… it’s Dungeons and Dragons, right? It’s not exactly soft-core cable porn; as far as he knows everybody at the table is some brand of pimply, unappealing nerd. There should be absolutely nothing remotely resembling a turn-on happening out there, so in theory, he has the next three or four hours to figure out a strategy, and to begin climbing up to somewhere safer.

He doesn’t notice Billy moving around above him. He can’t just yet, the perspective is too skewed. Craning his neck back, in the dim lighting of only gentle, warm beams penetrating the gigantic crosshatch of fabric walls, all he can see is towering labia. Pretty pink parted lips, the light coral textured bits they normally conceal behind them when closed now on display as they open up before him just a fraction of an inch thanks to the spread of her legs. The shining, round bead of her clitoris nestled like a pearl just beneath its hood. All framed by patches of tangled, dark hair on either side.

It’s fucking enormous. It’s a sheer cliff made entirely of pussy, emitting the warmth and the smell and the pheromones of one at a scale Steve is entirely unprepared to handle, and he finds himself shifting uncomfortably as his body responds regardless of what his mind thinks about the situation. Regardless of the fear, and the embarrassment, and the desire to respect his friend-not-girlfriend’s privacy. Regardless of the fact that one forward scoot and he’d be crushed into a barely-noticable spot on her panties. None of that matters to the blood flowing southward.

Billy has no such noble intentions. He’s been waiting, patient and sly like a fucking cat, for things to go still. For Eddie to sit, because nobody stands forever, and he’s not a fucking moron. He knows it’s easier to untangle himself when gravity isn’t working against him, and now that her pubic mound is more a gentle downhill slope than a steep drop, it’s relatively easy for him to find his footing, shift up to take his weight off the tethers, and uncoil himself from them.

But he has no interest in trying to crawl his way out of her panties. It’s a death sentence out there, there’s hardly a safer place on her body to be, and… besides, weren’t her panties exactly what he was looking for in the first place? But he does have an idea. Something to do to pass the time. Something… funny, and dangerous, and hot – which are the only three things Billy tends to care about in life.

He makes his way downward, and peers over the ledge at the top of Eddie’s lips. Her clit isn’t very far down, and he’s got a plan he thinks will work just fine. It involves finding a nice, long length of hair and securing it around his thighs and his waist like a harness, so he can gently repel a few feet down until he can brace his feet on either side of it and give both hands unrestricted access to the bundle of nerves there. Plus, from here, he can reel his shoulders around and peer down to see Harrington. A bird’s eye view. Time to get to work.

Careful, dedicated palms splay out wide as he places them both on her clit and begins to rub, pushing against the whole surface and circling them round and round, clockwise, in a slow, steady, deliberate rhythm. It takes maybe four or five passes before the first response comes – a sort of thrum, a gentle pulse, a twitch in the nerves under his hands. Blood begins flowing, things begin to lightly swell. And… most wonderfully, down below, he hears Harrington give out a startled cry of, “Oh, shit- what- what the hell?!”

Steve hadn’t gotten very far in his strategizing before he saw it happen; the muscles in that deep dark cavern are so far in he can barely make them out, but there’s a vaguely-perceptible clench in them before the first rush of fluid escapes. It’s not a tidal wave yet, more a slow and sluggish gush that flows from beyond and surges around his feet, around his ankles, around his calves. He staggers a little as it begins to somewhat soak into the fabric beneath him. To Eddie, it was barely anything – just a twinge in her pussy, the first barely-noticable spark that doesn’t even throw her off her game yet, but to Steve it’s enough to leave him wet from just below the knee.

Steve’s eyes shoot upward immediately on instinct, and lock with Billy Fucking Hargrove’s. That asshole has the audacity to outright smirk at him, and he doesn’t break eye contact as he starts another deliberate, pointed round of massaging the clit he’s settled before.

“Dude… what the hell are you doing, you’re like- taking advantage of her! You’re fully copping a feel right now, and- shit, you’re gonna get me killed!” The alarm rises in Steve’s voice as it occurs to him that this is just the beginning. He’s had enough experience with girls to know the way they flood their panties, and he’s directly in the landing zone where it all tends to settle and soak. “Seriously- dude, stop, please-”

Outside, around them, Eddie’s hips shift lightly; left, then right, just a fraction of an inch as she settles more firmly in her seat. Squirming from the slow but building sensation of arousal starting to pool between her hipbones, unfurling behind her pubic mound, sending her channel tightening around nothing and coming away disappointingly wanting. A heated blush spreads across her cheeks, and her word fumble for the first time as a pulse of real lust runs through her.

With that heated pang of pleasure and desire, a new surge rushes out of her – slamming into Steve and knocking him back into the hammock of her panties. Absolutely soaking him, running over him head to toe, sticky and thick and heavy, covering his face and making him flail in a desperate attempt to clear his mouth and his nose. The weight of it threatens to adhere him to her underwear, but he manages to fight it, dragging himself away and resurfacing in time to suck down a much-needed breath.

That was only the first wave. Dungeons and Dragons is a long activity, and Billy has no intentions of stopping. Hell, if he can make her actually cum from this? If he can get her to absolutely drown Harrington when she gets off? That’ll be a real win. If not, he’s just happy with the thought of her soaking him over and over again for hours.

[innominaterifter]

I have an idea in development. I won’t tell you the specifics yet, but an arachnid character is involved in it, as you might already understand. The final image will be completely different from these photos. Here, I just took what came to hand to create a general image in order to understand how the body would look in photos and videos in such positions and in approximately such a suit. The mask was bought a long time ago, the abdomen of a spider it’s a large black plastic bag wrapped in tape, and the spider’s legs are scraps of cables found right there in the forest.

The suit is exclusively test, hastily assembled, and was not intended for artistic photography, so I corrected some shortcomings using a photo editor.

Part of this idea requires climbing down a rope like a spider's web. The weather is great today, so I decided to do the first test. I didn’t have a task to go down today. I tested how comfortable it would be in principle to be suspended, whether it was easy to be upside down, change position and whether I would fall out of the climbing harness.

No, I won’t fall out, but everything else turned out to be more difficult.

I had to put the climbing harness on backward. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to turn over my head down. But even in this position, it was difficult for me to stay upright, no matter with my head up or my head down. I'll think about how to solve this problem. The simplest thing is additional fastenings between the shoulder blades and in the lower part of the spider’s abdomen, with which you can additionally fasten to the rope in one of two positions.

But I’m not sure that in this case, I will be able to close and open these fasteners on my own. That is, to change position, I will definitely need an assistant, and this is not what I need.

So I'll look for other options with rope attachment. Maybe some circus or stunt solutions.

[ask-de-writer]

BLUE SUN RISING, (Part 1 of 3)

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BLUE SUN RISING, Part 1 of 3

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Captain T'garr was led away the Treaty Commission. She was smiling. Not only had she Submitted to Lezon Treh K'lass, the long missing M'cratt War Leader, in doing so, she had secured the chance for safety for both herself and her crew. If she had not, both she and her crew would have to answer to the Treaty Commission for the unsuccessful attack on the D'ancer that had been ordered by Political Officer S'nake.

Data plates quietly came back into view. The Feront said, “While all of this interesting business has been going on, I have been working in my shops. Your drive test torpedo will be ready in about ten more hours. I have disguised it as a standard message torpedo which will be sent to my City in the system of M'rel.

“Its transit times and recovery should tell us all that we need to know about the safety of this drive system.”

Lezon nodded her thanks absently. She was working on a set of specifications for new superconducting cables based specifically on tachyon pairing. Pointing her ears at the plate in concentration, she added a last few micro key strokes with expert claws. Smiling, she handed the plate to the Feront with a cheerful, “This is under T.C. Security, according to the agreement just made. It might alter your plans for building the torpedo a tiny bit.”

The Feront's tail went dead straight and it crouched still, as if ready to spring. It said quietly, “Shall I make up a new superconducting harness for the D'ancer in addition to the other items agreed to?”

T'lass asked thoughtfully, “Will it work regardless of the drive system used? If so, please do.”

M'kah looked at T'lass and commented, “You haven't even seen what Lezon has just proposed. Isn't it a bit quick to make a judgment call like that?”

T'lass replied, “I trust mommy Lezon and I saw the Feront's reaction. Those two things tell me that the idea is good engineering. I will see it soon. That is part of my job. I have a few ideas along other theoretical lines that I am contemplating just now.”

C'rinn raised her eyebrows at that tidbit of news. Shortly, the T.C. Representatives left on their other official business.

As soon as they were alone, Lezon smiled down at T'lass and asked, “What was the Feront's news that might interest us?”

T'lass scuffed the deck with her foot and looked down as she said, “The Empire has closed K'lass' School of All Conflict. K'lass was exiled to F'roff, which is only fifteen C years from here. She has been restricted to teaching kits the elements of the V'naris as a system of hand to hand combat only.

“The range is short, an ideal test run for the new drives. The test run to F'roff would also give us the time and the chance to upgrade our firepower. It is possible that your teacher may be willing to begin a new School of All Conflict on M'rel. If she consents to do so, it will become an important part of our new planetary educational system.”

Lezon raised the kit's face with a hand under the chin and smiled at her. “This is indeed well thought of, T'lass. As soon as we have the test results back, we can do everything that you have suggested.” Pausing to ruffle T'lass' juvenile mane, she added, “There is a true Warrior lurking in your head.”

T'lass looked up into Lezon's eyes and smiled. She said, “Thank you, Mommy. Now, may I see that idea that you had for a paired tachyon superconductor? I have an idea or two of my own along those lines but I lack the engineering knowledge to be sure of them.”

Lezon smiled and handed the data plate to T'lass. Lezon silently signaled the others to be quiet. T'lass frowned and activated a textbook on her own data plate. She followed what she found with a claw tip, tracing something. She stared off at nothing for a few minutes and reset her plate to sketch mode and began to trace something out. Several times, she redid parts of her sketch. She changed modes again and began to type quickly with her claw tips on the micro keys.

She handed the data plate to Lezon, saying, “Our text is pretty basic about weapon layouts. If the text is right, this should work. I'm sure that it will be needing a lot more engineering to make it work properly. What do you think, Mommy Lezon?”

Lezon glanced at the plate and simply handed it directly to K'ress saying, “You are the best engineer among us. Will this thing do what I think it will?”

K'ress took out her own data plate and began typing and sketching. She looked up and stated, “If you think that it will punch right through the strongest shields in known space, you are right. Kit's right too. It will need a good bit of work to make it fire safely but the basic idea is sound.

“Shields usually distribute the incoming weapon energy across the entire surface of the shield and radiate it outward. This little monstrosity confines the hit into a circular eddy current that more than doubles the shield strength at the outside edge of eddy but reduces it to nearly nothing in the middle. Might be off by a fair bit on these preliminary figures but it looks like about seventy five to eighty percent of the tachyon beam energy should go right through that hole.

“If we can fit this to our present guns without any other increase in output energy we should be able to knock out a medium cruiser. If we actually do the full upgrade that T'lass has indicated, we should be able to take on almost any vessel except, possibly, a Feront City ship.

“My only reservation in that regard is shields. Ours will only upgrade about ten percent.”

T'cill and K'sere were squabbling in a good natured way over their data plates. K'sere was saying, “It's a good idea, T'cill, but it won't work like that! Here, see the problem? We need to do it some other way.”

T'cass gently scooped up their plates, looked at their work and commented, “You know, our other daughters aren't exactly stupid. I think that this will take care of your shield problems, K'ress.” She handed over the plates of the other two kits to K'ress, who studied them thoughtfully.

T'cass suggested, “Data plates are all well and good, but we should go the main engineering station and let K'ress set things up while we all comment. Everybody here seems to have good ideas and we are setting off chains of thought in each other as we sort them out. Let's see what we can do together.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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[mwolf0epsilon]

To say he wasn't quite expecting the spectacle that awaited them in the medbay was an understatement. Although, that said, he doubted anyone could conjure up the absolute abomination Olly had laid eyes upon.

Truthfully, when he'd decided to accompany Rhythm when the new medic called for him, Olly really didn't think he'd be faced with...

Well, this...

"What in the fresh hell...?" For once he let his voice go a little higher than usual as he stared at the bizarre setup. The harness itself was fairly standard. The B1 droid torso strapped to it not so much. The thick cables connecting the back of its head to the medic even less so.

"This, gentlemen, is revolutionary homebrewed medical engineering." The tinny voice of a standard B1 proclaimed, while the medic grinned wildly with unabashed delight.

"Stars... That is... Wow." Rhythm was caught between sounding impressed, stupefied and honestly a little afraid. "Is it safe?"

"Seeing as the test is going well without signs of major discomfort and/or painful death on my end?" The medic shifted his weight from one leg to the other. The B1 torso remained motionless, basically little more than a prop. "I'd say so!"

"Death was on the table?!"

"Wait... Are you back to doing trial runs on yourself...?"

"I would never do onto a patient anything I couldn't be sure is safe. I might technically be signed up as the dental expert, but you'll find I have a lot of other proficiencies and a fine work ethic!" The medic proclaimed, the tinny voice sounding mildly offended. "That said, this process has been quite difficult to iron out, unlike the other projects I've dabbled in... It's not as straight forward as an extraction, or a root canal, or even making a crutch that both aids you in getting around and with reaching high shelving when your range of shoulder joint movement is severely impaired... So uh, yeah, I needed someone to be here in case something went wrong."

"That's... Teeh that's a little... Dangerous." Rhythm winced. Olly agreed.

"It is... But sometimes a leap of faith is what gets things going. And while I trust you all to respect me when I sign... I can't say the same for everyone else on this planet..." He insisted with a slight frown.

This Olly understood as well. There had been instances where the mute medic had been deliberately ignored when he'd expressed concerns. Sure this contraption was a little insane from conceptualization to execution, but it would certainly make it harder for people to ignore him. Especially with such an outstandingly grating voice.

At the end of the day it was no different from the various custom-fitted crutches, canes, hoverchairs, prosthetics and other assorted items Tongue Twister had made for the vode who needed that little extra bit of help getting by. Everyone deserved some independence.

"Plus when has anyone ever heard a Clanker say 'I'm gonna fuck your mum' in several different languages?"

Olly sighed in exasperation while Rhythm let out a startled laugh. Of course.

[autoscandia]

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