Whilst I have heard of the Apple battery charger, it has recently come to my attention due to a staff request for one at work.

I have heard on the TWIT podcasts that the batteries included with the Apple battery charger are actually the same chemical make-up as the Sanyo Eneloop batteries. These batteries can retain 80 percent of their charged capacity and potentially last for up to 10 years of service life.

Whilst people could just go out and buy any rechargeable batteries I think it is good there is now an option for those who will only buy products branded with a fruity label.

I’d really like to get my car finished then spend some time outside in the sunshine, taking photos at waterfalls and enjoying fresh air.

I think it would be nice to remember being alive.

I haven’t done it for a while.

You will also need a Kia thermostat cover with the part number: 0K24715172A

Thread detailing a similar installation from miataturbo.net

And another from Australia.

O what a panic’s in thy breastie!

Thou need na start awa sae hasty,

Wi’ bickering brattle!

I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee

Wi’ murd’ring pattle!

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion

Has broken nature’s social union,

An’ justifies that ill opinion

Which makes thee startle

At me, thy poor earth-born companion,

An’ fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;

What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!

A daimen-icker in a thrave

‘S a sma’ request:

I’ll get a blessin’ wi’ the lave,

And never miss’t!

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!

Its silly wa’s the win’s are strewin’:

And naething, now, to big a new ane,

O’ foggage green!

An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin’

Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste

An’ weary winter comin’ fast,

An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,

Thou thought to dwell,

Till, crash! the cruel coulter past

Out thro’ thy cell.

That wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble

Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!

Now thou’s turned out, for a’ thy trouble,

But house or hald,

To thole the winter’s sleety dribble

An’ cranreuch cauld!

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane

In proving foresight may be vain:

The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men

Gang aft a-gley,

An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,

For promised joy.

Still thou art blest, compared wi’ me!

The present only toucheth thee:

But, oh! I backward cast my e’e

On prospects drear!

An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,

I guess an’ fear!