Sometimes grace looks like bruises you wear.
We ain’t saints, but we sang through fire,
Turned pain into rhythm, made the sorrow inspire.
[Pre-Chorus – Choir rises behind lead vocal]
They said, “You carry shadows,”
I said, “Yeah
Sometimes grace looks like bruises you wear.
We ain’t saints, but we sang through fire,
Turned pain into rhythm, made the sorrow inspire.
[Pre-Chorus – Choir rises behind lead vocal]
They said, “You carry shadows,”
I said, “Yeah
Grab a torch, let the billionaires flambé!
[Outro – chant fading into lo-fi tape distortion]
Eat the rich… eat the rich… eat the salad too, you classist prick…
Grab a torch, let the billionaires flambé!
[Outro – chant fading into lo-fi tape distortion]
Eat the rich… eat the rich… eat the salad too, you classist prick…
Uses a basic step sensor or vibration detection.
Walk = XP = pet grows or evolves
Miss a day? It sulks or shrinks.
Add badges for streaks, milestones, or steps in different places
Super Tamagotchi feel, built for pocket travel
Bonus: Simple storage #project
Uses a basic step sensor or vibration detection.
Walk = XP = pet grows or evolves
Miss a day? It sulks or shrinks.
Add badges for streaks, milestones, or steps in different places
Super Tamagotchi feel, built for pocket travel
Bonus: Simple storage #project
Goal Portability & Gamification
Brain Pi Zero 2 W
Power PiSugar + LiPo Battery
Display E-Ink Screen
Wi-Fi Radios 1 Onboard + 1 USB
Cooling Passive
Use Case Take it with you on hunts.
#raspberrypi #project #wednesday
Goal Portability & Gamification
Brain Pi Zero 2 W
Power PiSugar + LiPo Battery
Display E-Ink Screen
Wi-Fi Radios 1 Onboard + 1 USB
Cooling Passive
Use Case Take it with you on hunts.
#raspberrypi #project #wednesday
Steel in my voice, pain in persistence.
Grandma lit wicks while the world forgot—
Now I carry her fire in every plot.
Colonial ghosts in our history books,
Pages that lie with a polished look.
But I read between the lines they bend—
My name
Steel in my voice, pain in persistence.
Grandma lit wicks while the world forgot—
Now I carry her fire in every plot.
Colonial ghosts in our history books,
Pages that lie with a polished look.
But I read between the lines they bend—
My name
Run it in your own home on your Wi-Fi.
Let it do its thing: passively sniffing, capturing WPA handshakes from your devices.
Log everything it sees: MACs, timestamps, packet types, signal strength, etc. #Raspberrypi
Run it in your own home on your Wi-Fi.
Let it do its thing: passively sniffing, capturing WPA handshakes from your devices.
Log everything it sees: MACs, timestamps, packet types, signal strength, etc. #Raspberrypi
She said: “You gonna love me forever, right?”
I said: “Tonight I might, girl, if you ride it right.”
She said: “I’m different, I’m not like the rest…”
I said: “You said that while undressed.”
She said: “You gonna love me forever, right?”
I said: “Tonight I might, girl, if you ride it right.”
She said: “I’m different, I’m not like the rest…”
I said: “You said that while undressed.”
She said: “You gonna love me forever, right?”
I said: “Tonight I might, girl, if you ride it right.”
She said: “I’m different, I’m not like the rest…”
I said: “You said that while undressed.”
She said: “You gonna love me forever, right?”
I said: “Tonight I might, girl, if you ride it right.”
She said: “I’m different, I’m not like the rest…”
I said: “You said that while undressed.”