whatcha doing?

[SidVicious]

point me to a decent pic hosting site for mobiles and you got your pics. photobucket is like the new waterboarding or something. What's wrong with the internet? It was fine when I left it back in "Oh Ten"...

I've had some good luck with imgur

[DerGolgo]

point me to a decent pic hosting site for mobiles and you got your pics. photobucket is like the new waterboarding or something. What's wrong with the internet? It was fine when I left it back in "Oh Ten"...

I've had some good luck with imgur

I recommend imgur, also.

[Mk3]

Been making this. its about done now.


20150320_215008 by FTGFERSBBCAAC, on Flickr

20150320_215027 by FTGFERSBBCAAC, on Flickr

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[guitargeek]

You don't drink fast enough.

I'm... I'm cleaning house.

I've started to rearrange my bedroom, which is something I've been putting off for years. Gone are the six foot tall filing cabinet and the non-functional Zenith TV from the 70s. Pictures have come off of the walls, and those walls are getting vacuumed (the Rainbow is seeing a lot of use!) It's time I made this the bedroom of a grown-ass man and not a bed in the spare room with all the office supplies and my step-mom's abandoned craft projects, tax records dating back to the Reagan administration, antique computers, ugly art and other assorted flotsam. There's an old Commodore system in the closet with all the peripherals, I'm going to put that on craigslist.

In some ways it feels like it's finally sinking in that I'm the lord of this here manor. Yes, that means I have to clean out the shitpipe and mow the acreage and fix all the broken shit, but it also means that I get to decorate according to my tastes, I can finally put my big stereo together, and my Frank Zappa poster is going on the bathroom door.

So the house is an even bigger mess than usual. You have to step around the guitar amps and move old helmets off of the chair so you can sit down. I've been vacuuming up dust like you wouldn't believe, and the Rainbow keeps it from blowing back out into the air.

It's like I'm finally moving in. Dad's been dead for two and a half years. My stepmother died in this room in the late 90s, in the same spot where I sleep (different bed). My nieces both live in Tulsa now, they have boyfriends and jobs and lives. My stepbrother took a driving gig that keeps him on the road most of the time, he shows up every month or two, so it's just me and the cats... and possum and racoon and deer and turkey and coyote and bobcat and redtail hawk and owl and armadillo and the ubiquitous red squirrel. When the weather clears and the ground firms up, I'll get back to cedar choppin' while everything else is dead brown and they're easy to spot. Must be a million of them, and I hate every single one.

[Bigshankhank]

Can make some good looking, rot-resistant patio furniture out of all that cedar, just as a thought. Granted, cypress is a better choice, but beggars cannot be choosers...

[wheezy e]

many fucks, gg. I hope that everything about owning, occupying, maintaining, that spot is golden for you. whatever ain't right you'll just fix anyhow, i suppose


here's the trophy, looks a little more significant today but I hate selfies. self ease is ok but whatever. following that is the culprit letting me know many fucks he gives about it.



"Oh yeah, you don't like your black eye? Talk to the nuts, bitch":

[Bigshankhank]

As for what I am doing, I just got home from taking a walk with my new foster dog. My wife rescued him from Florida off of an empty lot adjacent to her parents house. I advised she leave it at the local shelter. Next thing I know, I am picking up a crated dog at the local Houston international airport. We have gotten used to our two dogs, whom we rescued eight years ago from separate shelters and who have settled into a life of lazy excess. This new dog, a puppy in proper terms, has released a torrent of aggravation into our home. Our male hates him and avoids him at all costs, said costs including leaping onto our heads at night when the new one jumps on the bed, and our female has reinvigorated some of her old bad habits such as furniture and/or random object chewing, yard digging, and howling all of which we had dealt with and put behind us many many years ago. This added energy on the female's part then serves to excite the new one, furthering destructive behavior. I know the old adage "A tired dog is a good dog", alas he is also difficult to walk, despite numerous different harnesses and leashes which have so far failed to settle him down. I hate the person I become when I have pulled his leash repeatedly to the point where I start kicking, as I am not a violent nor easily aggrieved man, and the entire process of "beating" a dog goes against what I enjoy about pets and makes me realize that he is a poor fit for our family. He is not, overall, a bad dog. We have had him for two months now and while he has returned to robust health after who knows how long he was lost/abandoned, and he shows signs of having had some home life previously given that he was house trained when we brought him here, he knows how to use a dog door, sits on command, and basic simple stuff, he is not adding peace to our home. And I am sitting here angry and ashamed that I kicked a dog.

[guitargeek]

Can make some good looking, rot-resistant patio furniture out of all that cedar, just as a thought. Granted, cypress is a better choice, but beggars cannot be choosers...

It's mostly too small, but any that have a stem that's as big as my forearm get skinned down and used for fence posts and suchlike.

Also, for those of you in other parts of the world, this is not actual cedar that we're talking about, but ashe juniper, which is a noxious weed and not to be confused with the majestic western red cedar.

[Bo_9]

Yeah the midwest term cedar should be translated into "scrub" for all of those that live in climates where real cedar flourishes. On the 280acres I grew up on we constantly fought the crap in fence rows. I'd rather see hedge (Osage Orange) coming up.

[Zim]

This winter has been kicking my ass, and doesn't want to let up. So I've been passing the time lately by cruising perusing Craigslist, looking at all the doosies and deals under "motorcycles", knowing full well that I couldn't afford a damn one. It was just daydreaming. The "Motorcycle Parts" section was a bit more practical, but do I really need a leather HD halter?

What I really should be doing is getting the Super Sherpa fixed up. Front tire changes are annoying enough, but the whole front end needs work this time. I usually crawl around on the cold concrete floor setting up wobbly jacks, or dangle the bike from the i-beam. Perhaps Craigslist could help get me off the floor and stabilize the bike for front end work.

Indeed. Elevation revelation. Sherpa on high.



Treated myself to a lift table today... just the motivation I need, and it may save some aches. I can't wait to do an oil change at waist height!

Now all I need is warmth.

[Bigshankhank]

do I really need a leather HD halter?

The real question is, do you really want to find out?

[Zim]

According to the ad, it's a "Women's Harley Davidson Leather Halter", as opposed to a Men's Harley Davidson Leather Halter. Or a Horse's Harley Davidson Leather Halter.

Still for sale.


Today, ripped the front end off:



Freezing cold tools stay freezing cold until hand and tool temperatures are equalized. The tools won. I had to run inside several times to warm up my hands.

[guitargeek]

I have a small oil-filled radiant space heater, very handy for warming up tools, just don't leave them on there too long!

[Bo_9]

I was lucky enough to buy a place where the shop had a little Reznor box-o'-heat hanging from the ceiling. it's jangleplatz!
That remids me I need to find a NIN sticker to put on the heater...

Today was "E39- The Saga Continues". After Saturday out and a movie. Buttoned up the valve covers and intake plumbing, got the water pump and thermostat all done. Tomorrow will be fill and test-drive day.


Sadly not doing much to bikes these days. Once this car is "done" i think I'll be selling a bike (locally to the good friend I actually acquired it from) to re-visit getting the small army of Honda CB's lurking in the corners of the shop running and usable.

[DerGolgo]

Watching "Banklady".
Docu-Drama about Germany's first female bank robber.
In 1965 ... apparently, her efforts were why German banks ended up getting alarm-buttons. After the cops had managed to admit that, yeah, it's probably not a guy in drag, after all.

[guitargeek]

Rescuing a dog.

[Zim]

Stripped a nipple by wrenching on it too hard.

[Toonce(s)]

Moving le divorce along nicely. Yay!

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>> implying paperwork

[DerGolgo]

Just had rather too many "alcohols" with a friend, who was rejected by the same woman as I was, about whom we reminisced (and who we prank-texted). He was in a relationship with her for eight years, I was yearning for her with unrequited love for longer, until I unexpectedly found her tongue in my throat and got dropped, also.
A drunk cannot get as drunk as I am right now, and without auto-correct and spell-check, you'd be looking at a mess of letter, befuddled and confused as to who elaborated the pigeon.
It took me about five minutes to type up this lot.

For those who know, yes, the woman in question is the one with the cat.

EDIT:
Good grief, it's 8:20 pm here. And I've had approximativley several beers, half liters so equivalent to your tall boys I think, and a proper sized shot of single malt. I'm blitzed. And I've got to be at work in less than 12 hours. ....

furthut EdIT:
37 yo cat lady has got a 22 year old rock-band drummer, six-pack stomach and car-mechanic by trade, now. So 40 year old, beer-gut MA of sociology and I are pretty much out of luck. Fuck.

EDIZT beyond editz: I haven't been this blitzed since DOOM!!! Or perhaps J*Oklahoma. Or perhaps more than that, even. Haven't had dinner. Hm, cheeseburger ...

[Bigshankhank]

Rescuing a dog.

Pics or it didn't happen.

[guitargeek]

Rescuing a dog.

Pics or it didn't happen.

I had my door propped open, attic fan roaring away. I walked into my living room and found this dog.
Scrawny, smelly, very smart and eager to please. I gave her a bowl of kibble, placed it at her feet. She sniffed it, looked up at me for permission. I had to tell her to go ahead, at which point she hoovered that bowl empty in nothing flat.

A couple of ootmiks have come forward anonymously and pitched in to help with her feeding and care.
I made a pot of chicken & rice & quinoa for her, I mix it with kibble and plain Greek yogurt.
She's a very quick study with leash training.
We take showers together, she loves to be scrubbed!

I'm gonna keep her for a month or so, get her healthy and work with her, then I'll send her to her new home on a big piece of land east of San Antonio. There she'll hunt wild pig and help tend cattle.

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[Zim]

Having a blast.

[guitargeek]

Oh good, I was starting to think I'd killed the thread!

Spokes, eh? That sounds tedious.

I just pulled a tick off of my cats butthole. Spring is here!

[Zim]

Spokes, eh? That sounds tedious.

I turn simple into tedious.

A Saturday escape from the family had me cruising the back roads (in the Civic. Wee.) with nowhere to go until a vision of Harbor Freight popped into my head. 1.5 hours later I was looking at all that junk, daydreaming of warmer weather and being able to wrench on the bike with new tools. My cart filled up with a wheel chock, a wheel balance stand, a dial indicator, a dial indicator holding magnetic base adjustable arm thingy, and nitrile gloves. Back home with this fine China.

The front wheel was off the bike anyway, so armed with the stand, dial indicator, and a wrech which didn't fit, I could check trueness. An ever-so-slight wobble was present, and according to the service manual it was beyond the service limit of wobbly. Aha! (standing up straight, chest puffed out, lowered loud exaggerated voice) I Am A Real Motorcycle Mechanic! I Will Correct This Wobble! The internet told me to do this, do that, yeah yeah yeah, I got it. Easy.

Soon I had an ovoid "wheel".

The internet then said when one screws up their wheel, one should loosen all nipples and start over before turning the wheel into a nonagon or trapezoid. The combination of overly-tight nipples, corrosion, and ill-fitting wrench spun a once square nipple into a round tube. Looks like Partzilla's profits are going to increase ever so slightly.

So if I fucked it up, might as well fix it up proper. Full disassembly, clean up the spokes, nipples, rim, hub, order replacement parts as needed, and attempt to build a wheel for the first time. Should have left the damn thing alone.

So what I'm doing now, after laughing quite loudly at the tick comment, is gathering up a list of needed parts to ship along with my nipples.

[Bo_9]

The front wheel was off the bike anyway, so armed with the stand, dial indicator, and a wrech which didn't fit, I could check trueness. An ever-so-slight wobble was present, and according to the service manual it was beyond the service limit of wobbly. Aha! (standing up straight, chest puffed out, lowered loud exaggerated voice) I Am A Real Motorcycle Mechanic! I Will Correct This Wobble! The internet told me to do this, do that, yeah yeah yeah, I got it. Easy.

Soon I had an ovoid "wheel".

Yep, that sounds about right...

[Zim]

Hoping for an end to the charades.

One daughter, while looking at the Easter basket this morning said, "Best Mommy Evah!" [contemplative pause] "I mean, best Easter Bunny ever." The other daughter, a natural born skeptic, became confrontational after finding a poorly hidden half-filled bag of candy that was used to supply the baskets.

The Easter Bunny has been maimed. Maybe we can finally kill off Santa this year.

[Bigshankhank]

I'm kind of freaking out a little bit. I get to work at 0530 every day unless I get here earlier or later, and being that I am almost always the 1st person here unless someone else is already here I am tasked with making the coffee. Fact is, I like getting here before everyone else so I can enjoy a cuppa with no one around and appreciate the silence (not The Silence al'a Dr Who). Today, I load up the filter and water hopper and hit the button. Nothing. Fucking coffee maker is busted. I have been here for 30 minutes and my tinnitus is kicking in, and I keep looking around the room. I guess its a bad sign that I am slipping into a bit of a panic without having had coffee. Oh doG I miss feeling alive!

[Jaeger]

The Easter Bunny has been maimed. Maybe we can finally kill off Santa this year.

I'm kind of freaking out a little bit. ... Nothing. Fucking coffee maker is busted. I have been here for 30 minutes and my tinnitus is kicking in, and I keep looking around the room.

I quit a job over that once. They moved our office and neglected to bring the coffee maker. I walked in, saw it was gone, and quit. They ran after me and said they'd steal the one from the execs upstairs for the duration of my shift.

--Jaeger

[SidVicious]

I'm kind of freaking out a little bit. ... Nothing. Fucking coffee maker is busted. I have been here for 30 minutes and my tinnitus is kicking in, and I keep looking around the room.

I quit a job over that once. They moved our office and neglected to bring the coffee maker. I walked in, saw it was gone, and quit. They ran after me and said they'd steal the one from the execs upstairs for the duration of my shift.

I hear ya. That's one perk of working where I do- free coffee.

I fear if I go work somewhere else I'll find they don't have coffee in the breakroom.

[guitargeek]

So drive to the nearest Wally World, buy a $20 coffee make, go back to the office and restart your day.

Myself, I try to get coffeed up before I leave the house. It's safer for everyone that way.