Fail: Last week, I broke one of my cheap serrated knives. Having no use for a blade separated from the handle, I threw it out. Of course, I made sure to wrap it up very well so it wouldn't break out of the garbage bag.
Slightly More Fail: Apparently, the blade worked its way out of the garbage bag, onto the road leading up to my driveway...
Come the Fuck On: ...and into the sidewall of my left rear tire.
Fail: Last week, I broke one of my cheap serrated knives. Having no use for a blade separated from the handle, I threw it out. Of course, I made sure to wrap it up very well so it wouldn't break out of the garbage bag.
Slightly More Fail: Apparently, the blade worked its way out of the garbage bag, onto the road leading up to my driveway...
Come the Fuck On: ...and into the sidewall of my left rear tire.
Fail: Last week, I broke one of my cheap serrated knives. Having no use for a blade separated from the handle, I threw it out. Of course, I made sure to wrap it up very well so it wouldn't break out of the garbage bag.
Slightly More Fail: Apparently, the blade worked its way out of the garbage bag, onto the road leading up to my driveway...
Come the Fuck On: ...and into the sidewall of my left rear tire.
Fail: Last week, I broke one of my cheap serrated knives. Having no use for a blade separated from the handle, I threw it out. Of course, I made sure to wrap it up very well so it wouldn't break out of the garbage bag.
Slightly More Fail: Apparently, the blade worked its way out of the garbage bag, onto the road leading up to my driveway...
Come the Fuck On: ...and into the sidewall of my left rear tire.
See, when that sorta thing happens, I normally spend a few minutes on the bench grinder making it blunt as fuck and removing the point, then fold it in half in the vice.
As a guy who used to fixed punctured tires, you simply wouldn't believe some of the things you find in tires. I still can't fathom how most of it gets there.
As a guy who used to fixed punctured tires, you simply wouldn't believe some of the things you find in tires. I still can't fathom how most of it gets there.
Also, you wouldn't believe the force that a split-rim can come off with. God-DAMN.
Well there's enough pressure in a tire to hold up 500-1000 lbs of automobile. I was always slightly nervous when I was seating tire beads.
Ah, That's where we did something interesting - We used to put an empty tyre on the rim, and then used a bead-blaster(essentially, a giant air tank with handles, a butterfly valve, and a special nozzle) - you fill the tank, hook it onto the rim, hammer the valve, and it all but instantly seats the bead and fills it up to 20 PSI, then all you need to do is top it off, and chuck it on the car.
This thing did not fuck about - If you pointed it at someone, braced yourself and hit the valve, you could knock someone off their feet with the air pressure. We'd sometimes use it to blow pigeons out of the shop - they'd fly around inside and get confused, and then you'd just set up near the front lift, take aim, and wait for them to cross the door, and hit the valve - whoosh, pigeon is blown out the door, with no harm to the pigeon.
This thing did not fuck about - If you pointed it at someone, braced yourself and hit the valve, you could knock someone off their feet with the air pressure.
That reminds me of the millions-of-candle-power flashlight that was floating around in the backroom at Target, where I work. There's a straight path from the backroom on one end of the store all the way to the dock on the other end, a good hundred yards, and you could yell at someone all the way over there, and hit them with the flashlight when they looked, and they'd cover their eyes from 100 yards away.
EDIT: Which reminds me of a friend who told me about how she and her friends used to go "booming", which was taking a similar flashlight up to the "makeout point" area in their town, sneak up on couples screwing in cars, hit 'em with the flashlight and yell "BOOOM!", then run. Apparently, the looks on their faces were magnificent.
Not so much my fail but a fail on my workplace. I found out today at 4:40 PM that I'm going to have to move my desk first thing tomorrow morning from the double-cube where I am now, in a low traffic area, to a single cube, in a high traffic area, immediately next to my manager. They're moving me into the worst possible place and space for a guy who needs room to be able to tear down & repair computers and also needs to be available to field walk-up questions from lower-tier specialists. I'd like to know what rocket scientist thought up this seating arrangement.
EDIT: Which reminds me of a friend who told me about how she and her friends used to go "booming", which was taking a similar flashlight up to the "makeout point" area in their town, sneak up on couples screwing in cars, hit 'em with the flashlight and yell "BOOOM!", then run. Apparently, the looks on their faces were magnificent.
Holy shit, I want to do that with a big, loud, portable "Barking dog" experiment. Shit would be lost, possibly in the literal sense.
I had 2 stalkers in high school, and it turns out that one of them died sometime last year. I don't really know how I feel about it personally, but it is sad and kind of a weird thought that someone I knew just 2 years ago is now dead.
So, they were white trash in the most stereotypical manner. The family lived in one of the middle-class suburbs of New Baltimore, a few streets down from us. As far as we could tell, a wealthy relative had subsidized their house there. The kid was a typical rock-throwing bully.
According to the paper, the mother of the family had filed for divorce and kicked the husband out of the house. Said husband returned to the house at a later date, possibly drunk, with the son to set fire to the wife's car. There was an altercation during this, and the wife, in defending herself, ended up shooting both of them dead. I don't believe she was convicted of any crime.
The director of education at my school just vetoed every single page of the yearbook, meaning I'm going to need to bring everything home with me and work on it, and finish it on Sunday and Monday. She was sort of harsh with her criticism too, and most of the work has been done by one student, so I don't know how she'll react when she hears this news. But my Sunday is borked, Monday is going to be rough, and I'm essentially going to have to remake the whole damn thing. She also told me she didn't want a photo of the school on the cover, and said that the school had never been on the cover...and I have a yearbook in my room from '07 that has just that. She also said she hated her picture and would rather not be in it if that was the pic we were going to use.
I understand that she is under a lot of stress because State has been breathing down her neck, but damn, I feel pretty shitty right now.
The director of education at my school just vetoed every single page of the yearbook, meaning I'm going to need to bring everything home with me and work on it, and finish it on Sunday and Monday. She was sort of harsh with her criticism too, and most of the work has been done by one student, so I don't know how she'll react when she hears this news. But my Sunday is borked, Monday is going to be rough, and I'm essentially going to have to remake the whole damn thing. She also told me she didn't want a photo of the school on the cover, and said that the school had never been on the cover...and I have a yearbook in my room from '07 that has just that. She also said she hated her picture and would rather not be in it if that was the pic we were going to use.
I understand that she is under a lot of stress because State has been breathing down her neck, but damn, I feel pretty shitty right now.
Dude, that is rough... but seriously, is she stupid or something? Every single page? That's pretty retarded, in the most literal sense of the word. If she was going to be that concerned about the yearbook, she should have looked at it earlier. Or, y'know... been the one to put it together.
The director of education at my school just vetoed every single page of the yearbook, meaning I'm going to need to bring everything home with me and work on it, and finish it on Sunday and Monday. She was sort of harsh with her criticism too, and most of the work has been done by one student, so I don't know how she'll react when she hears this news. But my Sunday is borked, Monday is going to be rough, and I'm essentially going to have to remake the whole damn thing. She also told me she didn't want a photo of the school on the cover, and said that the school had never been on the cover...and I have a yearbook in my room from '07 that has just that. She also said she hated her picture and would rather not be in it if that was the pic we were going to use.
I understand that she is under a lot of stress because State has been breathing down her neck, but damn, I feel pretty shitty right now.
Dude, that is rough... but seriously, is she stupid or something? Every single page? That's pretty retarded, in the most literal sense of the word. If she was going to be that concerned about the yearbook, she should have looked at it earlier. Or, y'know... been the one to put it together.
Yes. This is what everyone is telling me. She wasn't able to look at it earleir because it took me this long to put all the pages together. I mean, I only have on planning period a day and just don't have the time for a full, amazing yearbook in the span of about 5 weeks. Other teachers have said there is always, always drama around the yearbook. This is basically the biggest kick in the balls. The only consolation is that she said that she understands it's really not my fault since they gave me exactly no guidelines to follow, and basically told me after seeing it what they wanted. I'm annoyed, and I have plans for next year that are fool-proof, but the bottom line is that my Sunday is totally screwed.
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Slightly More Fail: Apparently, the blade worked its way out of the garbage bag, onto the road leading up to my driveway...
Come the Fuck On: ...and into the sidewall of my left rear tire.
Also,
This thing did not fuck about - If you pointed it at someone, braced yourself and hit the valve, you could knock someone off their feet with the air pressure.
We'd sometimes use it to blow pigeons out of the shop - they'd fly around inside and get confused, and then you'd just set up near the front lift, take aim, and wait for them to cross the door, and hit the valve - whoosh, pigeon is blown out the door, with no harm to the pigeon.
EDIT:
Which reminds me of a friend who told me about how she and her friends used to go "booming", which was taking a similar flashlight up to the "makeout point" area in their town, sneak up on couples screwing in cars, hit 'em with the flashlight and yell "BOOOM!", then run. Apparently, the looks on their faces were magnificent.
too soon?
So, they were white trash in the most stereotypical manner. The family lived in one of the middle-class suburbs of New Baltimore, a few streets down from us. As far as we could tell, a wealthy relative had subsidized their house there. The kid was a typical rock-throwing bully.
According to the paper, the mother of the family had filed for divorce and kicked the husband out of the house. Said husband returned to the house at a later date, possibly drunk, with the son to set fire to the wife's car. There was an altercation during this, and the wife, in defending herself, ended up shooting both of them dead. I don't believe she was convicted of any crime.
I understand that she is under a lot of stress because State has been breathing down her neck, but damn, I feel pretty shitty right now.