Monday, August 9, 2010
Rain
On Friday, while I was at work, I left my windows down. And of course, when I went inside, it was nice and sunny, that afternoon it started to pour buckets of rain in the way that only New Mexico can, so I came back to my car with my doors and seats soaking wet and smelling (already) like wet dog. Sitting gingerly on my wet seat, trying to lean to the right to the more dry side, I drove home. When I arrived home, parking my car on the street, I could hear the distant, muted sounds of an organ playing ominously in the distance. I ran through the rain to my house and as I got closer I realized my roommate was playing some creepy organ music as he did stuff around the house. It was like some classic horror movie with Dracula or something, where the main character is lost and his car breaks down in a rainstorm and he goes to the nearby spooky manor for a telephone.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Not Very Good at House Repairs
So, this past week while my roommate was off romping around in Kazakhstan, I decided to take upon myself the task of fixing up stuff around the house. Nothing to big mind you, just simple stuff, cleaning my swamp cooler (it kind of smells like fish when you turn it on), sealing up the cracks in my bathroom and kitchen so ants stop coming in, etc. So I went and bought a couple cans of foam insulation and caulk and jumped into action. First I tackled my swamp cooler. I popped off the sides, and found a good inch of sand/mud on the bottom. Ewwww. I couldn't figure out anyway to drain it (I didn't notice the plug that you could just pull out), so I tried scooping it out with a cup. After about 15 minutes of that, I had an epiphany - I could use my fish tank syphon tube, so that it would drain without me! Happy, I went and grabbed it and stuck it in the ac. I came back a half hour later to the ac, now only with a half inch of mud water, as the water was now to shallow to use the syphon on. Therefor, I decided to move on the easier task of the cracks around the house, and return the ac later. On the foam cans, the instructions are pretty simple, point and shoot kinda' stuff, with the warning to wear hand and eye protection, yadda yadda, anyways I was like "Meh, I'm not an idiot, I'm not going to get this stuff all over my hands and face" so I just put on a pair of shades and got right to work sealing major cracks inside and outside of my house. Things went quite nicely, I filled in all of the major cracks and I went to put away the can, when I realized it was stuck to my hand. I ripped it off, and realized that apparently, the foam had spatted back at my hand while I had been filling the cracks. I wasn't worried, I went to wash my hands and remove it. Apparently water and soap just delays the drying, it doesn't actually remove it. A half hour and repeated washings later, both hands were sticky as it spread from on hand to the other while washing, and I was getting hungry and it was getting dark, so I put on some plastic gloves so that I could type and google a cure to remove foam insulation. Apparently it takes freaking acetone or nail polish remover to get rid of it. So I had to let it dry on both hands so that I looked like a leper and the next day at work I immersed my hands in nail polish remover to get most of it off.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
My Pinky
I was at a friend's house drinking and playing Halo, when I went to grab and another drink my friend asked if I would grab him one too. So I went to the fridge, and grabbed two bottles of Mike's hard lemonade, and I had to hold them in one arm while I closed the fridge...and that is when it happened. One of the bottles fell out of the crook of my arm and fell to the floor. With lightning speed and excellent depth perception, I whipped my other hand and caught it within inches of the ground, right on the tip of my pinky. It then proceeded to fall another inch or two and onto the floor, but my pinky took most of the force of the drop, so it was ok. My pinky, however, was not. I spent the next hour or playing video games and nursing my pinky. It really, really hurt and I don't know why it hurt so much.
Photo included for reference. That's a bottle of Mikes. In front of a tree. For...errr...scale
The moral of this story? Most trees are bigger than bottles of Mike's, unfortunately.
Photo included for reference. That's a bottle of Mikes. In front of a tree. For...errr...scale
The moral of this story? Most trees are bigger than bottles of Mike's, unfortunately.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Blog is Now Fully Operational
Two good Tiger Tanks Vids
Tiger Ace
"...and on the fifth day of the battle, he knew that he had left behind him 30 wrecked t-34's, 28 Soviet Anti-tank guns, and two batteries of artillery destroyed"
Meh, I think Tiger Tanks are overrated, but they still are a legit tank :D
This video is ridiculous too, these things were beastly
Unkillable Tiger
Sweet Band
Fun game to play as you watch the video - is the singer a guy or a girl? Lol I had to look it up to find out.
My Pledge
Martin Treplow, and American soldier in WWI, wrote an entry titled "My Pledge" in his diary, "America must win this war. Therefor, I will work, I will save, I will sacrifice, I will endure"
Martin died in that same war
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