Praise the Lloyd & pass the soldering gun – big box of purchased electronic components showed up on my doorstep. It was like Christmas!
There were ICs in clear, static-free bags,
and strips of Zener diods,
wrapped in small proctective rags.
I had a scattering of SMTs,
packed tightly in some flux,
and handfuls of LEDs for just a couple of bucks.
I got prototyping boards,
I don’t remember ordering these so those must be wrong,
and a billion bits of wire that go sprong when casually sprung.
I’m going to wire up some wall clocks,
all synced to the same timezone,
and all controlled by WiFi from my sexy new iPhone.
I’ll bang out some bits from my visual code editor that’s blue,
the will run quite fast on this shiny Arduinoo.
I’ll soon have those clocks,
all stepping right in sync,
if I don’t burn myself first,
with the new solder without zinc.
I’ll know what time my meeting is,
with all clocks synced together,
no matter the day, date or time or even inclement weather,
my clients will thank that it is quite snazzy,
whether I find them in Frisco, Florida or out there in Talahassee.
Just watching all those clocks,
sync stepping in perfect time,
come rain, sun or shine.
even if it’s cloudy and hazy,
a bunch of sync stepping clocks no longer sounds so crazy.
I’ll have an app out for Android,
and one for my iPhone,
so I can control those clocks at the office,
on train,
and even when at home.
Did I mention the IC? It has eight IO lines,
I use one for each sync stepping clock,
to keep their impeccable times.
But the thing that I’m afraid,
is an entrepreneur,
who’ll see my sync stepping clocks,
and their sync stepping allure.
He wants his very own sync stepping clocks,
He’ll call me right now,
because he saw how punctual I was,
and wants it on the blockchain,
managed by a new fangled DAO.
But wait, says this guy, I want to fiddle,
I don’t like a clock, you know, the one in the middle?
It should have a few small features,
just enough to meet the definition of minimal core,
but before we ship, let’s add two extra,
and now three features more,
how many featuers is that? Could we make it four?
Let’s ship it! Let’s ship it! Our entrepreneur cries…
Wait! I have an idea! How would it be,
to always tell a funny joke and automatically slap your knee?