The Power of..

Christ Compels You!

I've managed to get the damn welder fixed.  It's a robotic Monster Garage of a unit that was an absolute financial steal to obtain, but tends to be a bit persnickety.  The sucker wouldn't home on one of its axis' (axeees?) and was being a bit of a turd. 

After tracing signal and verifying proper electrical functionality and electronic control, the sucker was looking at me like I was stupid.  Taunting me with its glowing CRT, like a malicious grin on a bad seed.  So we yanked it's motor off.  How d'ya like them apples, demon spawn?

We ran the motor unloaded with no problem.  We ran the worm gear up and down, still no problem.  All signals good, all physical functionality intact.  It still glowered, angry at the defiling of its parts.

We strapped it back together after a solid cussing and a prayer for help.  And it worked.  The demon had been exorcised.  It's working now, humming happily along and making little parts into big parts.  No explanation can be made, unless it was fear of possible destruction at my hands.  I can only take so much taunting.

There is no absolute reason why it started working, only hypotheses. 

I have two. 

One, it was like a timeout for a toddler.  It got its stuff back together and decided to behave.

or two, Divine Intervention.

I personaly prefer the thought of the Saints of Welders and Electronics Dorks are smiling down on me.

Have a great Day!