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F_in Ray Of Sunshine

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  1. Oh no. This one has "art major" all over it.... Even the person I know who's getting her Masters in Papermaking is brighter than this one....
  2. I was really hoping that was a vinyl wrap and that they didn't ugly up a perfectly good Cobra....and then I saw the machine guns... Some people should be shot and pissed on.
  3. He was the author of "Baby and Vulcan Care", right?
  4. Look, she gets free lifetime bike tuneups from me because she' s still peeved that I destroyed her beloved Sears 3-speed...
  5. Freezers are cheap. I think the one I have was a whopping $200. The smaller one was $150. They costs about six bucks a month to run. Cow works out to about three bucks a pound. That's about half what it costs in the store. I've more than paid for them. if you don't eat a lot of meat, only buy a quarter, and if it takes two years to eat it all, so what? It doesn't go bad. (Well, eventually it might, but it will keep, frozen, for a long time). Even if you don't buy bulk, you can load up on stuff while its on sale, freeze produce and pre-make meals. You don't need a ginormous one. The smaller one I originally bought with the intent of making a kegerator out of it. I decided not to and it turns out it hold a half a pig. When they both get down a ways, I transfer the stuff from the smaller one and unplug it.
  6. ....for being a pain-in-the-ass little brother. For Christmas, I bought her a book of stained glass designs and told her to pick one or design her own and I would make the window panel for their bedroom. (They built a new house last year and there's a "window" between the bedroom and living room that she wanted done in stained glass). I also said all the artistic decisions were hers. She got the "art" gene, not me. She finally came up with a design and colors. I transferred her design to CAD and jumped through a whole series of hoops and hurdles to get it printed to scale. I gave her a catalog and told her to pick colors and textures. She did. i found a local source for the supplies. I drove there Saturday morning and picked the stuff up. I had her come over Saturday and look over the colors. We told her we substituted square bevels for the diamond ones because the guy at the store pointed out squares would match the other parts of the design. She looked it all over and gave the thumbs up. I spent most of the day yesterday cutting. Had a helluva time with the green parts - part of it was a discrepancy when I did the CAD drawing, part of it was the glass just started breaking weird. Including f-ups, I had just enough green. SO texted her a picture of the pieces laid out and got back: "Besides the guy saying that it would look better with the squares, is it a lot harder to do it the way I had it originally? I have to say I don't like this as well" Sure..... 2.5 hours work and $20 worth of glass down the toilet ....I'll have to remake 12 pieces and make another 25 mile trip to the store...no problem. I honestly don't remember earning this much bad karma....
  7. Savings on meat - extra electricity still = less $ It's called "net savings". Plus, I know where it comes from - non CAFO- and I get it cut the way I want. Plus freezers are good for more than meat, you know. Buying produce *in season* and freezing it saves money and is better than the stuff that's shipped from half a hemisphere away. .....all for next to nothing, electricity bill-wise. I'll spend pennies to save dollars, every time.
  8. So if I don't play at all, does that make me really good at it?
  9. Of course. Without routine I get neurotic and schizophrenic.
  10. Silly rabbit- that's what Vaseline's for. You put it on the bedroom doorknob to keep the kids out.
  11. ....crap, just realized it's "RH" in the title, not RG.... ...stoopid phone with little text....
  12. Since they only live a mile or so up the road, they'll just claim they go home. It depends on who you are. GFS wanted to and they said "no". Less than a mile and a half from here someone built a "garage" without even the formality of a building permit and proceeded to move in and yet not a peep was uttered. Why? Because said persons are kinfolk of the Highway Superintendent. (But I got scolded for not having a permit when I replaced windows....) .....but there is no "structure" and never was. I was told you can dig all the holes you want, as long as you don't build anything. That's what they're getting after him for where he is now. The camper line runs into the septic tank of the house. They're after the property owner where he is now, but that person lives out of state. Someone's renting the house, and they're squatting in the camper. I'm going to talk to the Supervisor and get the story unfiltered by Mrs. High-Strung. Around here, you have to work through the Good Ol Boy network and these things take time. I also don't want to antagonize Woodchuck any more than I have to - never know what he might do when I'm not home or whatever. I contemplated just buying it out from under him, but they want way too much. If I'm patient enough, he's going to screw up and I see the property going for taxes at some point and then I can buy it for what it's actually worth. Also, I realized that when they put the water district through, you "didn't have to hook in, if you didn't want to"....but the catch was, if when you want to sell you do...and it will be much more expensive. GFS never got the curb box put in, so if he thinks he's going to sell it* either the buyer or the seller is going to have to pony up. *I doubt the estate has ever been properly settled, because his father's name is still on the deed. When I last spoke with him he said "well I'm the only son, so I get the property...." Ummm, that's not how that works....
  13. Got a panel to make for my sister.... Wait, what were you expecting????
  14. whipped cream (reference this post: http://squarewheelscycling.com/index.php?/topic/22468-not-bad-for-about-20-minutes-work/)
  15. .,.a blackberry fool, to be precise...
  16. For those who came in late: (<--Indigestible Bulk should get this) There is a 3,5 acre empty lot across the street. Next to that, to the south are Mr and Mrs; High-strung. (They're very nice, but she tends to get hysterical quite easily). About ten years ago, a guy I know from school started clearing the lot - he was going to build a house on it, or so he said. His father had left the land to him - or so he said. The project never got further than clearing small trees, putting in a culvert for a driveway, mowing and digging two footers - one for a house, and one for a garage. In a matter of days, we could hear bullfrogs in said footer excavations and a few days after that a heron was eyeballing them... Said Guy-From-School kept telling me he wanted to build the garage first to store his stuff in, but the town was giving him a hard time because they didn't want him building a garage and then living in it, etc. (They've had this problem before).Then supposedly, his wife said she didn't want to live out in the sticks and the place went up for sale. Three or four realtors had a go at selling it and they had a few bites...but oddly enough, between the fact that GFS was asking way too much, and the prospective buyers got wind of the need for an expensive raised bed septic, the offers evaporated immediately. GFS decides to go the "For Sale By Owner" route. Shortly after that, this guy from about a mile up the road - we'll call him Woodchuck - has apparently entered into a deal to buy said lot. He puts up (stacked) brick driveway markers, and mows a bit. He has some POS lawn tractor with a blade on the front that he keeps trying to push the dirt back into the footer excavations with, but that's about the extent of the work he's done. Woodchuck tells Mrs. High-strung that he's going to move the camper he, his baby-mama, two kids and two dogs have been living in for the last four years, onto that lot. Mrs High-strung goes unhinged, gets a lawyer, calls the town supervisor. Town supervisor already has this guy on his radar because he lives just up the road from where said camper is set up in the driveway of a rental house and has told him he can't do that. CPS has also been called in because of the living conditions. It also turns out GFS doesn't really own the lot - his father died intestate and his 90 y/o mother is taking twice monthly rent-to-own payments from Woodchuck. Payments made on the first and fifteenth. Yeah, he's a convicted felon, on welfare and baby-mama works at Walmart. Property was going up for taxes, back in April, but as soon as Woodchuck started making payments, apparently they paid the back taxes. Ok, that's the background story. Here's the latest installments: About two weeks ago, I was awakened by shouting from across the street, I woke up and looked out the window and there were Mrs High-strung and Woodchuck yelling at each other, about 20' apart. She was standing in her yard, near the line of Posted signs that Woodchuck had put up, along the line between him and the High-strungs. (Just that side of the property, not any of the others). He leaves, roaring off the property in his POS truck. A little while later, he comes back, backs in to the property and sits there, lights on, engine running. A few minutes later the Sheriff shows up. They go next door. I find out the next day that he accused her of trespassing, when what actually happened was he went over there and started bitching at her, asking why she called CPS...and accusing her of sabotaging his tractor. What I saw was the aftermath. Sheriff decides it's nothing worth his time and leaves. Then a tent shows up on the property and he and his brood take up camping there, several nights a week - campfire in 80 degree weather and all. Part of his nightly entertainment includes running his riding mower at 9:30 at night and revving his POS truck, right next to the HS house. (Trying to push her buttons). He -or GFS- is having the town dump loads of dirt fill and mulch - pretty much all of it is still sitting where it's been dumped. He has made token efforts to move some around, trying to push it with the blade on his POS lawnmower. About a week ago, SO was walking by when GFS's mom showed up to collect her money and heard him say: "Well I don't see what the problem is, as long as I paid something...I had unexpected expenses come up...I had to fix my tractor and stuff...." Yesterday they were over there all day "mowing" and he sat and watched as baby-mama and the brood moved about two loads of mulch. I saw him mowing the ditch, drinking what looked like a beer. I said something about it and SO says "Yeah, that's why he did that...." and points to one of his driveway markers, which now looks like a Jenga game about to go bad. About 8:30, we hear his truck revving over and over, in the woods. Long about 9:30 or so, a Sheriff car goes by, search-lighting and I get the impression they've been called about you-know-who. Sure enough he pulls in, gets out with his flashlight. He calls out and looks around and as he's headed back to his car, I decide to go out and put in my two cents, in case Woodchuck has been lying about Mrs. HS again. Sheriff says "Are you the owner of this property?" "Oh hell no!" "Are you the one who called 911?" "No, it was probably them (pointed next door)" He says "Nope, wasn't them..." I explain the situation and he says "As long as he has the owner's permission, there's really nothing I can do. I don't think this town has a noise ordinance". He asked where he went and I explained where he lived. He said he'd go talk to him and asked "Do you know if he's armed?" "Well, he's a convicted felon, he's not supposed to be...." "Yeah.....probably is, then...." He left and went to talk to him. Best we can piece together is he and baby-mama had a fight, she took the kids and went home, so he did the drunken, angry asshole thing and got his truck stuck in the woods...then she came back and got him. ....stay tuned, the freak show is sure to continue.
  17. Hey, I would have fed you, had I known you wanted to help.... Many, many years ago, I had a little workshop in my mom's basement. I used to build model cars. I very quickly learned about ventilation for paint and glue. I have no idea why anyone would ingest such things on purpose - given that it only took one blinding headache to teach me otherwise.
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