Memory Card on a Fanuc Control PCMCIA

Memory Card on a Fanuc control, today I’m being totally selfish so please don’t read this article, it’s just for me.

I had this idea a while back. Every time I find something on a machine that I might forget, I would write a post about it.

Easy, when I google something it’s me.

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In fact I get really pissed off now if I google something to do with CNC machines  and I don’t find my own article.

These are things I don’t want to forget but usually do.

Now I don’t mean stuff like shitting at the back of someone’s filing cabinet or nicking the soap out of the toilets.

No no no I mean stuff like Fanuc Parameters that I might forget or little tricks n tips on some obscure control.

I  mean sometimes I just want to forget everything but we wont talk about that in case you do want to use me for training.

I know I’m old and decrepit but in fact I’ve always had a bad memory.

I’ve always lost things. My mate used to say to me “you’d lose your bollocks if they weren’t in a sack”

He was a Brummie and he had a way with words (bless you Roy if you’re out there).

Where the fuck did this idea come from that Brummies are thick? My mate Eddie had this incredibly sharpe witt. Oh and he could fix anything, many a time I called him out to fix my old mini van.

It broke down everyday so I relied on him quite a lot.

I mean posh people break down in their cars and don’t have a fuckin clue what to do. I mean if you were on a dessert island who would you want with you Jacob Rees-Mog and Boris Johnson or my two mates Eddie and Roy.

I mean Eddie would build you a raft in 20 minutes and Roy could build a mud hut quicker than DIY SOS. Oh and he could fish too so you’d have a hot meal.

Boris would be reciting Shakespeare and Jacob would be reading from the bible and asking for his butler.

As much as I like Shakespeare (I have all their records)

Stuck on a dessert island, first thing I’d want is a hot meal and then I’d want to fuck off on a raft back to Barwell..