For the Poet, cynicism is a fatal disorder.

Delving the abyssmal depths

  
"You do an Internet search for potential solutions, and
you’re confronted with a series of contradictory, ill-founded
opinions: your browser has a virus; your virus has a virus; you
should be using Emacs; you should be using vi, and this is why
your marriage is loveless." -- James Mickens

There is nothing I can say that could improve on this quotation. Dipping into the Internet to find an answer is easy. Finding an answer of value is often not. In my case, usually not, but I am almost always thrashing around in the shallow parts of the Great Pool of Knowledge. I would like to say I am resigned to this. It appears that until I write one, there is no webpage of hacking into a pre-programmed ABOV µC.
Simple search strings fail, more complex searches fail; questions are twisted and distorted in hopes of provoking a lead, until the semantic striptease proves too exhausting to continue.
At some point, trying to tease an answer out of Google is harder than figuring it out myself.
Which makes me think of the critical point in a increasingly connected network just before all points become connected. I suspect that most human creativity comes out of the moments before the network fills, when you have almost enough information, when you are almost completely connected, and it falls upon you to make the final connections yourself, and answer the unanswered.

"That is the essence of science: ask an impertinent question, and you are on the way to a pertinent answer." -- Jacob Bronowski

...Sadly, this was almost attributed to Fox Mulder.
Of course, if I had found three hundred pages of ABOV µC hacks, with the microcontroller likes of Ben Heck or Datamancer leading the pack, how interesting would I find my own explorations?

"We looked fear right in the face...and avoided direct eye contact." -- SpongeBob SquarePants

That the alternative to being drunk and raving was to drink and read web page sources had never occurred to me before.*
So I was pleasantly surprised to discover this remark in the source code of Peter Welch's http://stilldrinking.org/ :

/*

Yeah, there's some shitty code here. 
There are some things that shouldn't 
be done. I did them. Sometimes, I had
my reasons. Sometimes, I was just being 
lazy. But guess what? You're sitting
there reading the source on some guy's
blog. So fuck you.

*/

So awesome.
What makes his alcohol-fueled composition even better is his damned footnotes. So neat and tidy. I want footnotes like that, and guess what? Blogger does not have them.
Careful study  demonstrates I have  options for the massively overused  Jump Break,

1. Numbered Lists,

• Bullet Lists,

And Quotation.**

I can strike-through and Change the Background Color

But I can't footnote. Dammit, Blogger! I am tired of using asterisks to guide parenthetical remarks; besides, without the dagger, double-dagger, section and pilcrow, it just looks confusing.
Now granted, HTML has never adopted the footnote, and granted also that there is a local-reference-hyperlink workaround, and furthermore there is always Unicode ( U+00B6,
U+00A7, U+2020 and U+2021), but why can't I just hit a footnote button while in the Compose pane and have the machine do all the work for me?
That is the point of computers!***  Anything boring or repetitious, like say playing any MMORG to level-up or
composing cover letters to unknown strangers should be automated. Its nice to be able to open the hood to hand-correct when things go wonky, but I still like to have it distilled to 'Highlight/Press Button'.

Pierre Boulle wrote a story about a story-engine...I shouldn't bring Boulle up as the idea of a automatic story machine has occurred to a lot of writers, and I believe some self-writing blog posting machines exist (All of  Mencius Moldbug for instance). But I'm too drunk to bother researching what the hell I am talking about, and Boulle's version sticks in my mind because of the apes. No wait, that was the story that was 'turned into' Planet of the Apes which I read long before I watched. I also read the Jerry Pournelle adaption of the movie, which gives us a story turned into a movie turned into a novellette. 
Having read this far, I've totally wasted your time: I am thinking about Roald Dahl, and confused it with Boulle's man who hated automatic doors and improbable anti-aircraft guns. Dahl could never have written 'The Bridge over the River Kwai'[pretty heady stuff to read when you're 10], but he could write at a better level than 'The BFG' would suggest.[Such as Edward the Conquerer, or Skin of Nunc Dimittis]



*Usually the presented alternatives are simian.
**Invisible block-quoting. Go look at the source, if you disbelieve me.
***And porn.