Author: trav

Hi again,

So I have been working on a way to cut power to my Raspberry Pi after it shuts down properly, and to do this I thought I’d be sneaky and use a MOSFET or two.

I learnt from work that MOSFETs are actually sensitive to ESD, so I have been grounding myself frequently when working with them, just for good measure.

Hold on hold on… I should probably give you some background on where this Pi is, then it’ll make a bit more sense as to why I’m doing this.

This Raspberry Pi (version 2, with the quad core : D, or should I say, : D : D : D : D) is installed in my car, and is running an installation of OpenCarPC by Andrei Istodorescu which is working quite nicely, with a few modifications to get the USB ports to the front of the car (more on this in a future post).

I trialled just straight running the Pi off of a 12-5V DC-DC converter from the car’s battery, permanently on. This drained the car’s main battery enough to need a push start in 3 short days. I give many thanks to my good friend that gave it a push in the pouring rain to get me going.

Then I put the Pi on the accessory circuit of the car (the one that turns on when you turn the key one click), this worked well, the battery was not draining 24/7, but the Pi was getting a brown out as soon as I tried to start the car (the crank drained the volts enough for the Pi to turn off and on again).

This was not good for the OS, and became corrupt within a week, that poor OS… So then I though to plug it into a USB power bank, and charge said bank when the car was on. This meant the car’s battery would not be draining and the Pi would be on and not getting corrupt.

Nope, USB bank ran out of power within three hours of running the Pi, it takes a lot more power than I originally thought! So I decommissioned it (unplugged the power) until I could implement a better way of doing things.

I quite recently built a little circuit that switches the output (5V) from different sources, depending on if said source had enough power. The three sources are:

– 12-5V converter

– USB power bank

– Small solar panel (connected through 12-5V converter)

This (I thought) would work a treat, and it did! In theory anyway.

So what would happen, is that when the car is turned on, the relay would switch the output from USB power to 12-5V converter, and charge the USB power bank at the same time. If the car was off, and there was sufficient sunlight, the solar panel would generate enough power to trigger the 12-5 volt converter and switch the relay, charging the USB power bank.

That works awesomely! So I go to test it and when I switch from USB power to 12 volt supply… The Pi restarts. What? Why?

Well, it’s because I’m using a relay to switch Pi power, and in the time it takes the gate to switch from USB power to 12-5v converter power, there is nothing going to the pi. Mind you, this is around 50ms of time, very little amount of time to you and me, but to something that lives off of power, this is enough to shut off.

So, I’m at work, and I go to the boss man (experienced electrical engineer) with my idea of using a super capacitor to hold up the voltage when the relay is switching. He agreed and said that’s a good idea, and I asked how to implement it in the circuit He drew up a quick circuit with a resistor for charging and a schottky diode for a fast reaction time and a low volt drop, I went home that night and built it, and it works flawlessly.

My testing went like so:

Ok, plugged in, voltage in the cap is rising… rising… rising…

2 minutes later: rising… rising… yay! 5v!

Plug in the pi on USB bank power, let it boot.

Unplug the USB power so that the Pi was running on the discharge of the supercap only, go.

Ok, good Pi is still running… still running… still running…

Yeah that went on for a solid 20 seconds before I was baffled enough to plug it back in and say “Good god I like supercaps”. Pi was still running, all is well.

Alright, implementation time. I mounted the Power bank in the back of the car near the Pi, plugged it in and it booted right away… That’s when I realised how silly I was. Dang it man, this is going to drain the power bank in three ish hours.

Which brings me back to the start of this post, cut the power to the Pi when it is turned off.

How do I do it? oh, easy man! Use a relay, turned on when the Pi is on, and off when the Pi is off. Ok, good, but how do implement that? Well you just uh… um… hmmmm…

Yeah that ensued for about 2 minutes, and I remembered playing with the GPIO a while back in python. If I find a pin on the Pi’s GPIO that is off by default, then turn it on once booted, it’ll turn back off again when the Pi is safely shut down. Good, that’s the off part, but what about the on bit, how do I get the Pi to start?

This problem is trickier than it led on to be, you see, when you get in the car to start it, you get in, put the key in, turn it (accessory circuit), then within a few seconds (less than 10) start the car. As said previously, this dims the voltage from the battery enough to turn off the pi for a few seconds (that’s what the supercap/relay is for! Woot!).

Cool, so, connect the relay to the accessory circuit, and to the power on the Pi, that will turn it on, and when the voltage from Acc (accessory) dims, the USB bank will take over for a few seconds, and keep the relay closed, keeping the Pi turned on.

Ok, now to turn it off, I said I would use the GPIO to give me a 3.3v signal when it was on, and 0v when it was off. However, when the Pi is first switched on, said GPIO pin is 0v, kinda fundamental to the whole thing. Now this brings about a problem.

If I start the car, the Acc starts the Pi, and the GPIO pin has to turn the power back off when it’s dead. But the pin is dead, so the power turns off straight away… Dang.

New thought pattern:

3v3: “Pi is on, keep alive”

GPIO: “I’m on, now listen to me (disregard 3v3)”

GPIO: “I’m off now, so cut power”

I needed a way to implement this as an analogue circuit, and I found the way through some leftovers from another project.

I have a little DIL DPDT 12V latching relay, and another normally open SPST relay, and a few MOSFETs as said at the start of the post.

After much deliberation, a design was decided upon, it included three N channel MOSFETs, a 9v battery to switch the relay when 12v power was not available, and both relays. I haven’t actually soldered the circuit together yet, but I plan to very soon.

Here we have come to the reason for this post, as my desk holds on it the sprawled remains of projects past and future, some APA102 LEDs, tools, multimeter, soldering iron, aforementioned 9V battery, an Arduino UNO, a 100m roll of wire, 4 notebooks, document wallet, and various other electronic things; I can’t help but be wary to not touch some of it, as the ESD might kill it.

On a different note, I was shuffling through my music collection, and the Goo Goo Dolls played, and damn now I can’t get them out of my head, not that I’m complaining or anything.

Until next time,

Travers.

So, University life; you could call it that, I suppose, but you’re not really alive in Uni. Its more of a horde of shambling bodies, possessed by a combination of new TV shows, food and an urge to learn.

Yeah that last bit is only half true, you don’t go there to learn as much as you can, you go there to learn as much as you need.

Group work is an interesting aspect of the University experience, or really any job requiring too much work for one person. The main point I want to type about is the train of thought that just goes:

“… Wait wasn’t <Person A> supposed to do this bit?”

“or was I supposed to do this bit?”

“… *breathes in through teeth*”

“Oh. Nope it was <Person B>’s job.”

Then they have the same train of though, and its an endless circle.

Choo-Choo.

So I bring this up because I just completed milestone 2 of this 4 part group assignment. Nothing too complicated, and the group members seem alright.

In other news, I made two orders to Element 14 through a friend, it all started when he said last week:

“Hey, getting some uFL connectors and shizz from Element 14, want anything?”

So I brought up all of the little projects I want to do in my mind…

So yeah I ended up ordering $40 worth of components, including but not limited to:

– Potentiometers

– Pot. knobs

– D shaft knobs

– Super Capacitors (3 Farads!!)

– other things

Then to order came in the next day (dang they have fast shipping), and the Super Capacitors I ordered were… I’m gonna say misplaced, but they sent me out two black plugs, meant for a ruggid four core wire connection. Sent them an email and they fixed it up straight away, but my friend and I had a little chuckle.

Then my friend said that he ordered the wrong thing for himself, and so he was making another order for parts, and again asked if I wanted anything else.

Much obliged! I ordered $50 more of parts, including but not limited to:

– 50A continuous N channel MOSFETs

– Schottky Diodes

– Arduino Uno dev. board

– other things

ARDUINO! ZOMG!

First time owner of an arduino, but I have played with software/hardware integration before with a Teensy from Uni. That was actually lots of fun, made a tank game.

I got this dev board to do some experimenting and testing for the light switch control circuit and temperature monitoring for the house. Also to see just what this thing can do, so excited!

I’ll be posting again soon, thanks for reading!

Travers.

Oh the days where a glimpse of sunlight brightened not just my day, but my outlook of said day. Yes, over the 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th of April this year, my immediate family and I went down to Georges Creek, NSW (Coordinates for those enthused: 30°45’09.1″S 152°11’26.3″E). Of course, the Easter long weekend would not be complete without more people we know (and some we don’t).

These people were my Uncle and his family, my cousin and her fiancé, and her (to be) in-laws. 10 of us all up, quite the merry bunch, full of stories and goodhearted humour.

So, on with the recollection of the Easter weekend.

It all started at 3:30am on Friday the 3rd of April, it had been raining the entire day Thursday, and all night before I woke up in a sleep-deprived state. I had been anticipating getting up so early that I was excited about going, so naturally, I hadn’t slept for more than half an hour straight that night. However, the alarm did sound from my phone at 3:30am, and that meant that it was time to awaken from my warm, cosy, relaxing bed.

Into the morning I sprang! jumped! walked slid slumped, stumbling to the shower in hopes of washing away the tired face I had grown overnight. I had enough time to have some quick breakfast, and check my emails. Whilst sitting in a posture that I’m sure will one day come back to hurt me, sipping the “Up & Go” liquid breakfast I had so cleverly remembered to put in the fridge a few days ago, I saw that I had a new email from my Uncle. It said that Mum and Dad needed me to bring down some advantix for Billy, he had been swimming and the stuff seems to not work too well after he gets wet.

I grabbed the pack of advantix from the cupboard and placed it on the dining table. It was time to go, so I grabbed my car keys, locked the house and armed the house alarm. Off to my Uncle’s I go!

Awesome.

Yep, I’m here.

Forgot the frigging advantix.

It’s a 20 minute drive back home… Nah Billy will be fine. I knew Mum and Dad only wanted the stuff as a precaution, they didn’t need it urgently.

[FYI: No, he was not with me at home, this is just in here because I like the pic.]

Packed my bags into the car and awaited my cousin and Auntie to finish packing their things into the car as well. Things packed, check. Still raining, check.

Cousin says she wants to drive the first bit into the city to pick up her Dad, says she never gets to drive the first bit, no arguments here. Coolios, she drives us into the city, with mum back-seat-driving from the front passenger seat (as all good mothers do). We get to the pickup point, and we wait in the pouring rain at 4:35am for my Uncle to get off of shift.

I switch seats with the driver- here’s the bit I’ve been waiting for, driving the car, well, not really a car, more like a 2.8 ton Diesel bumper car (it was really raining).

Now I’ll tell you what the car is and why it is important for me to tell you this: The car is a LandCruiser Prado 150 series, 3L 4cyl Turbo Diesel, with a DP Chip. This car has a HF radio, a CB radio, I’m pretty sure it’s got a satellite beacon in it somewhere, and a GPS navigator. It also is attached to a large, 1.4 ton silver and khaki anchor, also known as a camper trailer, though everything is quite new, so there’s no real danger here, just got to be extra cautious about braking distance in the wet.

I did track my journey from the City to Grafton, all 308.24 km of it (took 3hr 35min of non-stop driving). We did stop in Maccas at Grafton though, and I got hotcakes, hash brown and orange juice, omnomnomnom.

It was at this time that the rain dropped off the radar. Well, actually we just drove away from it. Turns out that if you drive far enough, you can run away from bad weather.

My cousin drove from there to Ebor falls, which was about an hour and a bit away from Grafton (I did not do any more tracking until after the weekend).

We must press on! However this place is pretty pretty, but we’ll be moving pretty quick pretty soon, so better get going- But not before a quick driver change, we had just come through some narrow roads (still dual lane carriageway, but no shoulder) and my cousin decided she would like a break until the roads are a bit nicer.

Little did she know that the roads were only going to get better from here! By better I mean narrower, more dirty, and in about 80km, it’s going to turn into loose gravel. My Uncle said that he should drive since I did 3 and a bit hours this morning, though I felt fine and was raring to get back into the driver’s seat.

A bit of back and forth, and we switched again (I am now driving, yay!). We pulled out of the park and came to a T intersection, and I had misjudged the braking capacity of the car/trailer combination just a bit… so braking was slightly uncomfortable. However, nobody seemed to be having a stroke, so I’d call it mildly successful.

About 45 minutes down the winding black road we came to a graceful part, an exciting turn of events, an unravelling of joy between my Uncle and I. It was dirt. But not just ANY dirt, it was dirt we could DRIVE on! An unspoken veil of invigorating happiness, along with some giddiness and mostly just anticipation of the moment. That was what fell upon the two of us in the front of the car, hitting us just like the subtle drop of the level of the road.

I can’t speak for the two occupants in the back of the car, but I can imagine that the grips on the doors and seats tightened somewhat as we experienced a slight amount of drift around every corner.

We reached the top of the range leading down to the camp ground; only about 25km left to go until we can pitch tent and relax.

We had just regrouped with the other people travelling down with us to enjoy this long weekend together. The Hulix went first, calling out any cars coming up so we could find a place to pull over safely and have enough room for the people coming up to pass by without getting bogged in the mushy side of the road.

Good thing too; the road wasn’t wide enough for two cars in most places, and it was an almost fatal drop off of one side, and a wall of rock and dirt on the other. But we made it down swiftly without a hitch; I met up with Mum and Dad and of course, the Bilbo Baggins. Dang that dog is soft.

We all set up camp and had some afternoon tea as we watched, grimacing at the dark grey clouds looming over to the south east. They floated ever closer, like a Caddy Shack joke in a pool, nobody wanted it, but this wasn’t chocolate, it was just… just wet.

So it rained… And rained… And rained.

I decided enough is enough, we’re camping, and dang it, we’re going to have a camp fire. I’m tired of everybody huddled under their own awning away from each other, being all anti-social.

I asked around, and sure enough one of them had a cheap tarp they didn’t mind putting high over the fire place. I assured them it wouldn’t even get warm, the rain would cool it, and the heat from the fire would dissipate enough at that height anyway.

Up went the tarp, on went the sticks, the blocks, and then the log. It was a nice fire, if only we could sit around it without getting wet from the rain…

Up went another tarp, next to the fire this time, in came one, two and three other people. Awesome! It worked! I felt like a shepherd of people.

Good time ensue.

The rain died down a lot, enough for me to salvage what was left inside my little tent, trying to get it dry. The bedding was touching the floor (NOOOOOOOOO).

It was soaked. Damn.

Luckily got it dry in time, don’t do that again. Sleeping bags are good.

Saturday night comes, I pull out my Easter eggs, ready for the morning, going to get up early and put them everywhere around camp, give everyone a nice surprise when they get up.

Sunday morning, Easter is here! Woot woot!

The rain has cleared, the birds are singing, and its 5:30am, time to hide the eggs!

Dad was already up, he said he didn’t sleep too well, back was a bit stiff, but Bill was there for him, so that was a nice walk for them both. Dad helped me hide the eggs, I gave him half of them, we hid them in plain sight, and everywhere else.

I put some on car door handles, one in a cutlery drawer, one on a tap, on a tarp edge, everywhere!

Everybody else, one by one, got up, did their morning routine, and completely missed ALL of the eggs!

Good god people, I know it’s early, but wow.

Anyway, I put them in places they had to use in the morning (tap, cutlery, etc.) so it was inevitable.

They noticed! Awesome, laughter and chocolate enjoyment ensued.

That was pretty much the entirety of Easter Sunday, then the afternoon came, filled it with board games, card games and snacks.

Night fell, my Uncle asked around to see if everybody wanted to do a communal dinner in a camp oven (known as a Dutch oven, not to be confused with a Dutch oven). It was an absolutely delicious meat and vegetable stew, beef, potatoes, carrot, onion, sweet potato, peas and a few other things, along with some port and some nice wine.

As if that wasn’t enough! He then made a self-saucing chocolate pudding!

I like my Uncle; he makes really nice camp meals, and also loves radios.

The self-saucing pudding. I’m a rather quiet person, don’t usually speak up or out at much. But in the right company, I’ve been known to say some rather funny things.

I said, to my dad, “Hey, so when are we getting that… SelfSaucingChocolatePudding?”

“Some… SelfSaucingChocolatePudding?” Said Dad,

“Yeah, that SelfSaucingChocolatePudding.” I said,

So then dad yells out to the rest of the camp, “Hey! When’s that SelfSaucingChocolatePudding gonna be ready?”

“I’d really like some of that SelfSaucingChocolatePudding!” he continued.

He repeated this in similar statements, always including, sometimes twice, the “SelfSaucingChocolatePudding” conglomeration.

It was a “you had to be there” kind of thing, but I thought I should share it anyways.

So we had the SelfSaucingChocolatePudding… My god it was so good. We had it with custard and dollop cream, and I think it was the best desert I’ve tasted yet.

We stayed up a while longer, knowing we had to pack up and go the next day.

We all enjoyed the last night thoroughly, it was a memorable weekend, and it had ended on a very satisfying high note.

Monday came around and the sun was up, the tents were drying, and the tarps were finally taken down from the fireplace.

We packed the trailer and hooked it up to the car, said our goodbyes and headed up the range. We got about 10km into the drive and saw what we had been camping in. We had been in the valley of the mountains, and the cloud had condensed enough not to be able to get over the mountain peaks, and was trapped in the valley. It was quite wonderful to behold.

Once we made it to the top of the range, we drove further and the loose gravel turned to asphalt. Sweet, sweet asphalt.

I don’t know what it is, but once you’ve been on bitumen for a while, you want to drive on dirt, then when you’ve been driving on dirt, you embrace the relief of smooth black road like a long lost friend- warm, comfortable, safe but completely platonic.

Dad drove most of the way, up until we hit Guyra, NSW. I drove from there to home, rather uneventful drive, but Bill didn’t seem to mind what anything was. He was asleep.

Once we got home, we set up the tents to dry them out completely before packing them away again, ready for another relaxing, good-memory-making trip.

Ok, now that (I think) was a long post.

Here’s some more Billy.

Thanks for reading!

Travers.

Hiya! (Not a ninja, just saying hello)

So, Easter is fast approaching, and my family and I have plans! 

Wow, plans! 

So this morning I am up from 3am, leaving home by 3:30am, to go to my uncle’s house, pick up his car, and drive it to him in the city where he’s just finished his night shift. We then go from the city down south, for about 7 hours. 

Down into NSW, to a lovely camping site near Georges River, near the bass Lodge. Last time we went down there, “Tour De Rocks” was on, it is a large charity bike ride from Armidale through the mountain range roads down into the camp site, it was awesome!

This time I couldn’t go down at the same time as mum and dad, I had an exam on Thursday (they left on Wednesday night). So they took the fluffy, and yeah I’m headed down there really soon, awesome! 

Will upload pics when I get back, but for now, I gotta go. 

Have a great Easter Break! 

Travers. 

Oh yes, that’s right. I made a delicious sandwich today while I was pottering around the house trying to think of what to do (which actually made me more hungry). So I thought, “well I might as well take pictures of this and post it to my blog so that I can legitimately say that I have documented the making of my delicious sandwich” – Travers [2015].

So here we go! Strap yourselves in! This story is full of fiber, amoung other things.

Starting with almost all of the ingredients:

– Two kinds of bread (I had sesame seeded white bread and whole grain bread)

– Slices of cheese

– Shaved ham (or you can just cut it from the leg of ham, whatever tickles your fancy)

– Butter

– Betroot Relish (actual betroot is WAAYYYYY better, but this is good too)

– Chilli jam (don’t remember where I got his, but it’s delectable)

– Lettuce (don’t ask me what kind, iceberg, baby whatchamacallit, I have no idea. The green stuff)

– Tomato (not pictured, but I remembered it half way through)

– Salt & Pepper (not necessary, but it brings out some of the flavours)

… and here’s that missing tomato.

Say goodbye tomato, you’ll be parting soon.

Now for the condiments, I put butter on all pieces, then Chilli jam on one side, and Betroot relish on the other bit.

Put on the tomato (cut two slices in half for better fit).

Put on the salt and pepper now, so that the little salt crystals can dissolve into the bowels of the tomato (well, now that the liquids have slightly slipped out of the massacred tomato). This lets the tomato actually have some taste, and I find it quite nice mixed with the other ingredients.

Now for the ham, that lovely, pink, and in this case, quite large round shavings.

It was at this point that somebody else wanted in on the sandwich making fiesta.

Time for cheese! That lactose stuff that comes from fermenting old milk and other things that you really don’t wanna know about just before you consume it.

The that green lettuce stuff that grown in the ground.

Then we put the lids on and cut it into triangles.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that’s it!

Well I mean, that’s not it, you don’t just make a sandwich and take pictures of it.

You make a (delicious) sandwich, cut it into triangles, take pictures, and then you pick up that badboy with both hands, like a man, and take a bite with a satisfied slight slow nod and small smirk on your face. Acompanied by a drawn out “Mmmm”, if that doesn’t happen, it’s all for nothing, man.

That part you don’t have to photograph, cause nobody wants to see that, and you gotta keep some things only in memories, it’s better that way. However, if you can photograph the taste? Pfffcht, wow man, lemme see! er… taste?

ANYWAY

Back to the task at hand.

… Actually that’s pretty much it, I’ve shown you how to make a rather tasty sandwich (by my standards), now go forth, minions, indulge!

I’ll post again soon with another slicing adventure, that’s hopefully not too cheesy.

You thought wrong. Those puns are still going!

Post again soon.

– Travers

Hello again!

So I’ve made a new page for future posts about Arduino projects. At the moment I’m working on a small customised Arduino (ATMEGA328P-PU) that will at the moment live on a breadboard.

I plan to integrate an RS-485 standard onto it, and create quite a few more so that I can have a small network of Arduinos around the house. I plan to use these for temperature measurement, and relay control/feedback. I’ll also be able to do a whole lot of other things on these boards like PWM LED control and a few other exciting things!

If you’ve worked with Arduino before, let me know in a short response to this post. I’m just starting to play with Arduino, so let me know anything you wished you knew when you started playing around with this wondrous little chip!

View the page here: https://travmon.mqbx.nl/?page_id=20

Post again soon!

Travers.

So, a bit more about what my life entails, here we go.

I’m a dog person, love dogs, almost all shapes and sizes. Though I do prefer a larger dog, the smaller ones can be quite affectionate and just as good a friend anyway. I like mid sized dogs, anything between 20 and 40 kilograms is what I call mid sized.

Cats are not my strong suit, most of the time they don’t like me, but every now and then there’s a lovely cat or two. There once was a fluffy white cat in my life, many years ago now. Her name was “Shazza” pronounced sh-ah-zz-uh, she was a nice Persian cross something that had a few adventures around the house.

My first dog was a lovely border collie, pure bred. Trained from a puppy by my parents, he was 4 years old when I was born. He was my best friend growing up, that wonderful dog.

His name was “Samyang” and he was fiercely intelligent. He surprised the dog trainers with his training and obedience. That dog was the best dog I could have ever hoped for, he was my big brother, and will always be remembered. He passed away from cancer in 2001,that was a sad day, one that I will not soon forget. 

However, before you start reaching for tissues, a few months later we adopted a young puppy of about 12 weeks. He was a fluffy little pure bred border collie, so small and lively.

His name was Pascoe.

I know what you might be thinking, “hey wait, so you just replaced Samsung?? That’s kind of cold, man.”. However I know that nothing could replace my best friend, and nothing ever will. But there was a void inside of me, of all of us (family) that could only be patched by a companion. One that will yield many years of love and happiness, and so, Pascoe came along. 

I have never seen another dog like him, so unique, so different from any other. He was timid, gentle as a feather, and at the same time, he was guarding, strong and loyal. He was quite intelligent, and rather agile for his size. With distinctive white highlights through his jet black hair, he was truly one of a kind.

Leaving us in easter of 2011, liver failure was his downfall. He will not be forgotten, and will stay alongside the master (Samyang) in a well deserved rest. We do not bury them, we have them cremated and placed into a lovely ceramic urn. Each with their own brass plate (images attached).

Once again, we are all left with a hole in our hearts. We trudge on day after day, having a pain inside whenever we opened the door with nobody to greet us. Nobody to listen to us, to be excited and to bring excitement into our home. Time does help ease the pain, but it cannot remove the scars. 

In June of 2011, a puppy unbeknown to us was born in a little breeder’s home not far from where we live. After being alerted of a new litter, we drive over to find that happiness once again.

Small and fragile, with a pink nose and closed eyes, Captain Billy Mills chose us as his new family. A few weeks later, he was big and strong enough to leave the pen, he was washed, brushed and smelt like apples, of all things (must have been the shampoo).

We took him home when he was about 12 weeks old, and have been loving him ever since. He is smart, has a lovely coat of shiny black and white fur, and has the temperament of a monk, with the attention span of a teenager. He is once again, one of a kind. So similar to the ones before him, but so different that none of them can compare to each other. 

Captain Billy Mills, Billy, Bill, Bill Bill, Billsy, Billy-Bum, Bilbo Baggins, Fluffy, Dog, Buddy, Mate. All of these names and more are the things that he responds to, and names that we all know and remember. 

He is obedient, when he wants to be, and easily motivated by food. He is a trickster, in that I mean he knows a lot of tricks like roll over, beg, play dead, spin, lay down and a few others. He’s constantly being trained, and constantly being loved. He is a creature of habit, and one of my very best friends. 

He even has his own Facebook page, you can find him if you want to, just look for Billy Mills, and a picture of him. 

Long post, but that’s what this blog is for, so hope you enjoyed the words, and I’ll post again soon. Probably with how they got their names.

– Travers

Alrighty!

First post of the new blog, well it’s my first blog, so there goes that. 

Anyway, it’s around 1am on a Thursday morning, I’ve just completed the touch screen calibration on my car PC, and am gonna get some Zs. 

Bear with me for a moment as I introduce myself and the purpose of this blog.

Hello! My name is Travers Mills, 20 years old, 4th year Engineering (electrical) student at QUT gardens point campus in Brisbane, Australia. I like long drives, short drives, and driving in general. Oh and also hiking, camping, fixing stuff, tinkering with electronics, almost electrocuting myself at work (Electrical Engineering Firm), programming and long walks on the beach, toward the end of the beach, then turn around and walk back along said beach (Sunburn hurts, but Aloe is for the weak! … And also those that have some.)

Right, onto this blog. My good friend is hosting this for me which is very nice of him, and I shall use it well. I’m planning on making a tri-weekly, or try-weakly blog entry about what has happened the past days between posts. I also want to keep an updated record of what is happening to my car, and any major projects that go underway in the back yard (there have been many). 

Long post, but stick with me! 

My family and I have holidays, like most people, though I like to think we do them differently. I have been to almost every place on the coast in Australia, except for the Northern parts of WA and NT. Ularu, yes, 3 times, through the Simpson desert in a 4wd. That was so much fun!

Anyway, these june/July holidays have plans within them. Mum, dad and I are headed to NT, to see and do everything it has to offer. Gonna go through the Kimberlies, do some climbing, take lots of pictures and upload a few here in future posts. 

Very excited!

I’ll be posting again soon, but until then, have a good one.

– Travers