Raising the Roof — er, Ceiling
June 30th, 2007 @ 2346 hours (Relationships, Big-Ticket Items)by Doc Syn
The short version of the outcome of the ceiling collapse is: Everything’s cool.
Read on if you want the story.
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The short version of the outcome of the ceiling collapse is: Everything’s cool.
Read on if you want the story.
It has been said, from time to time, that I am “too Zen” about things that most folks would be all upset about. Hey, I’m gonna be a dad, woo. Damn, the boss made me work late, again. Huh, who’d have known that I’d drive across the state to find that plans had been changed without warning?
Wanna know how I do it?
Here’s my secret.
Two days ago, I put in an AC unit in the bedroom window. Just in time, since it got unbearably hot shortly thereafter and my wife was able to sleep and be comfortable. I was good and used a glass of water to check and make sure that the AC was properly level.
Yesterday, I was coming in the house, and noticed that the AC was cockeyed — the back end was angled up, rather than level or angled down. This is bad, since that means that the water that condenses inside the AC will drain inside rather than outside. I told the wife to turn it off and leave it off until I could make sense of it.
Tonight I got home after running out for food and discovered I was too late. Apparently the water from the AC had drained through the sill, down through the wall, and caused a piece of ceiling to fall in the landlord’s apartment downstairs. Worse, it fell on his TV.
We’re waiting on word if the TV’s okay, and if he’s got the needed materials to repair the hole.
Motherfucker.
Normally I don’t post video clips on the front page, but I want to make sure Monkey Boi sees this.
Damon, this one’s for you, brother.
You, and every other fan of cheesy Kung-Fu-movie combat.
Here’s an article about a man I deeply respect, both for who he is as a man and also for what he does for a living.
Those of you who know me will know who this is, and I think you will find it interesting.
I think this is the text of the Outdoor article from about 15+ years back, but I can’t be sure since I don’t have the hard copy handy.
When I think of the idiom “one of those days,” this is what I’ll be thinking of.
Normally I don’t blog a video clip on the front page, but when I watched this, I was absolutely taken aback by the contents.
Imagine, instead of trying to make the perfect something which pleased the most people, imagine if we instead made several varieties of that something so as to give everyone the best chance of finding the particular variety of something which made each of them happy.
In the attached video clip, that idea is discussed in relation to pasta sauce.
Imagine if it were applied to religion.
I don’t know about you, but I remember watching the Warrior on WWF professional (read “scripted”) wrestling. I remember him being excitable. Not wacked out of his skull.
Apparently, I didn’t pay enough attention to what he said during his “interviews.”
Try this on for size: “The family that I live for only breathes the air that smells of combat!”