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It’s Here It’s Here!

Posted 2006.08.01 0.00 in Music/Movies/TV by Stephanie

My Thingamagoop finaly arrived!

It’s just as bleeping, chirping, zapping, bixxerfouping, and blinking as Dr. Bleep said it would be!

And, it’s cute as a button! Let the noises commence!

Bleep Labs

My Thingamagoop!

Ah-Noise-Ing my friends family, and coworkers.

Posted 2006.07.17 0.00 in Music/Movies/TV by Stephanie

A week or so ago, I was all excited about the Thingamagoop from Bleep Labs. So excited, I put in an order for one, in fact.

Well, seems a lot of people saw that article on Music Thing and Dr. Bleep is overloaded with orders, so it’ll be a few weeks before my Thingama arrives. Unfortunately, patience is a virtue of which I am not always in posession.

I’m still excited though, and eager to play and make noise. So, after a bit of thought, a bit of time spent poking around on the internet, and a bit of experimentation, I have built my own noise-making box. It is neither as cute or as cool as a Thingama, but it will let me annoy everyone within earshot, until my real Thingama arrives.

It’s actually really simple inside, I’ve just used a pair of 556 dual-timer chips, with variable resistors to control some of the oscilators, and switches to set whether the oscillators are mixed at the speaker, or if they switch each other on and off. I’ve only got 3 of the 4 oscillators running, and only 3 of the four knobs are wired right now. It makes some cool (annoying) noises. I think I’ll call it Ah-Noise-Ing.

Ah-Noise-Ing Blue Box


Posted 2006.07.05 0.00 in Music/Movies/TV by Stephanie

Dr. Bleep says “…there are not nearly enough beeping, zapping, bixxerfouping, anthropomorphic synthesizer monsters in the world.”

I wholeheartedly agree, so I just ordered one for myself.

Check them out at:

Bleep Labs

Photo from Bleep Labs

Where Are You Going? What Was That Noise?

Posted 2006.06.22 0.00 in Pointless Blather by Stephanie

When I moved out of my parents’ house and into my own place a few years ago, the two questions I never wanted to hear again were “Where are you going?” and “What was that noise?”

You know, like when you are going out ‘somewhere’ at ‘three in the morning’ and you don’t want to ‘explain yourself’ to ‘anyone’. There’s just, you know, stuff to do, somewhere.

And, you know, if you have to, say, whack a piece of furniture with a hammer — or more likely, a sword, or maybe you decide to make some minor structural changes to your bedroom — again, at 3am — then there’s always someone wanting to know what that noise was.

I mean, really.

If it was something they needed to know, they’d know about it. The fireman would tell them, or the cop, or the paramedic. Someone official would show up and explain the noise to them. No officials means the noise was ‘nothing’ and they ‘shouldn’t worry about it’.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go ‘out’.