Month: July 2010


From two weeks ago…

A little while ago, KrisDi took a short trip to Chicago to attend E-Dubs and Pixel Chick’s wedding shower. I did not go (I do not have spare vacation time). So, I took the time alone to drink and play with power tools. I made a backing for my dartboard, which is finally up again after something like five years down. I cut pegboard down to the right size to be a backing for the beer puzzle Mr. & Mrs. Andi gave us. I built a ghetto truck bed cover for Paco. I retained all my fingers, extremities, and eyesight.

Mom came to visit for a weekend, which was fun, mostly because we didn’t really do anything. We ate food and drank a little beer and watched some soccer, and KrisDi and I decided suddenly to buy a shed on the internet, so once Mom left, we went to the hardware store and bought stuff to extend our fence. Then I dug three fence post holes, which was harder than I thought, and filled them with concrete, which is harder to mix than I thought (and a hell of a lot heavier). Over the next couple days, we put up the hanger beams and slats and built a gate, and then ripped out the superseded section of fence and started leveling the ground for the shed. At this point, the shed’s up and stocked, but I haven’t gone through those pictures yet.

By the way, when the shed arrived at Sears and we went to pick it up, we looked ridiculous driving around with it. It came in two giant boxes of the following dimensions:
Width: about 1.5 times the height of the cab above the bed floor
Length: Within an inch of the same length as the bed
Height: Within an inch of half the distance between the wheel wells in the bed
This, of course, meant they could be crammed into the bed sideways and stick up about 2-3 feet above the cab. We didn’t tie them down.

The big chore was leveling a spot for the shed. It was hot, and I feel terrible for anyone who makes a living digging holes in the ground.

We went camping again (day 1, day 2). The illustrious camponeer P-Dubs demonstrated his camponeering skills by somehow surviving a weekend with little or no preparation ahead of time. No water, very little food, etc. He did remember to make and bring several poppy seed cakes and an apple cake (he got up at three in the morning the day of in order to do so), so the mooching is forgiven. South Whidbey State Park had the nicest camp bathrooms I’ve ever seen, but it was kind of boring. Weather was slightly sunny the first day, cloudy on the Fourth, and raining lightly on the 6th, so we packed up and left.

Getting there was exciting. We had decided to pack all five of us (and the little dog) into Paco, and all of our stuff into the back of the truck under the ghetto cover I built. On the way from our place to pick them up, the front started to lift on the 520 bridge, around 60-65 mph. E-Dubs’ cooler is also too tall, so we used duct tape to hold the front and the back down. This was successful, but I did decide to go relatively slowly. On the way back, rain made the cover a less than optimal sticking surface for duct tape, leading to rope being used instead. So now I have to make some design changes to have a more reliable method of holding it down.

I shotgunned a beer for the first time. P-Dubs provided the beer and the impetus.

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Orca + Elk = ?

So, instead of working on getting pictures ready for the post that I’ve basically written, I started writing a program to help me rename and sort photos more easily. No photos for you. Instead, a really weird dream.


Some guy went to a redneck/hillbilly family’s place to “gain their approval”, for some unknown reason. They were having dinner, and everybody got a raw egg cracked onto their plates (which were like really large platters or trays). Everybody started whacking at eggs them with wooden-spoon-like utensils in order to break the yolks, but apparently they were very tough, because for the most part the eggs just flew around from platter to platter, so in the end no one had the same egg they started with.

During dinner, the family (one mean looking uncle in particular) was pressuring the guy to drink beer, and the guy succumbed and had a few. After dinner, the mean uncle triumphantly announced that he had slipped some sort of substance into the beer that caused the imbiber to go completely numb, and feel no pain.

To demonstrate, the mean uncle slapped the guy really hard in the face, making him fly backward and land in a campfire, where his clothes lit on fire. Sure enough, this did not cause the guy any pain. Somehow, the flames were put out.

Then things start to get really weird.

The reason the mean uncle had drugged the dinner guest was because he would need immunity from pain to fight…something. Whatever this thing was, it looked like a killer whale, but it could get around on land and it had big antlers like an elk’s, but even bigger. And so one of these strange creatures showed up, and the dinner guest guy fought it by sort of trying not to get killed by it (because it was pretty darn ferocious). Then a giant moose showed up. Somehow the guy tricked the killer whale creature into fighting with the giant moose instead. I think the moose won, and then went away.

I don’t know how the hillbilly family felt about it, but apparently the other killer whale things were very angry. They swarmed in to destroy the dinner guest guy. And then I woke up.


I’d be interested in any artistic folks’ renditions of the orca-elk thing.

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Buying Time

Well, I was working on a new post, and getting ready to upload pictures for it, when my laptop hard drive crashed. I’m in the process of salvaging whatever files I can salvage (which seems to be most of them), and then I need to decide whether I replace the hard drive, or the laptop (I was considering replacing the laptop next year). This is on the same day that my work laptop bluescreened, and a week or two after our media computer pooped out and needed a full reinstall. So, computing hasn’t been entirely successful for me lately.

Anyway, in the meantime, I thought I’d share this video from 2004. I’m proud that I won one round. I must confess I was overmatched. It was a good day, though.

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