You're All Uniquely Qualified to Commiserate

[whitebison66]

I've had a Warmoth truss rod rattling around my parts collection for years. I never used it because I thought I had lost the nut for the end of it.

Last week I found the nut.  :icon_thumright:

Now I can't find the truss rod.  ???

I suppose it's a good thing because the only solution is to search and clean every square inch of the shop. So even if I don't find it, the shop will be clean.

Short of that, it'll be clean up to the place I find the doggone thing.

 

[AprioriMark]

Omg, hahaha.  I'm sooo sorry.

-Mark

 

[whitebison66]

Well, the shop is 10% cleaner, and I found the truss rod. Time to start undoing the cleaning!

 

[AprioriMark]

Excellent!  I'm loving your blog.

-Mark

 

[Graffiti62]

At least you're not doing what my little brother does and measuring your jobs in "beers,"  meaning figuring out how many beers you're going to go through to do something.

For example:

Changing oil:  crack open one, take about four or five sips out of it, and forget you had opened it; try to drink it flat the next day, realize it's not worth the pain

Rotating tires:  1 beer drunk quickly because you decided to race through the job and you're very thirsty

Cleaning up the edges of the house with the weed eater or re-seeding your lawn with the push seeder:  1 beer

Mow the lawn with the John Deere:  2 beers

Replacing brake parts:  2 on disk, 4 on drum

Circling and gazing under the hood of the Land Rover your father-in-law bought used because "it was a steal:"  5 beers, 6 1/2 if you're mooching them out of his fridge...

Replacing clutch on an F150:  5 beers, 1 Swisher Sweet

Rebuilding carburetor or throttle body:  2 beers, but beers that are drunk slowly, as one is heavily pondering thoughts...

Having to take the enging out of your big brother's Subaru Legacy, remove the heads, replace the valves you bent when you thought you could re-use a broken camshaft belt tensioner, removing the other head because you had to buy a pair of head gaskets anyway, and you might as well clean the other head up, put everything back together and get the engine back into the car:  A dirty thirty, two 5-packs of Swisher Wood Tips, one screwdriver that wound up having its handle crack in half after we pinched our fingers in a valve spring and got pissed off, one trip to Sears to replace the torque wrench you assume is broken, half a pizza, and a package of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups

Helping your buddy build his deck in the summertime:  1 beer every 20-35 minutes, bump pace up to 1 beer every 10-15 minutes if beer is coming from buddy's cooler instead of yours

Cleaning your shop (Bison, take note...):  anywhere from 3 beers to renting a keg and a tap, depending on size, complexity and overall mess; quantity consumed also depends on whether or not the person cleaning said shop bumps into a stack of old magazines that one can't help but thumb through "just for a couple of minutes..."

 

[Cagey]

You say that all like it's a Bad Thing. But, what would you measure in? Satisfaction? I'll give you that. There's the satisfaction of having a job to do (anticipation is delicious), the satisfaction of doing it (beats the snot out of being bored), and the satisfaction of a job well done (basking in the improvement in your life and the lives of others). That doesn't mean you can't also enjoy yourself in other ways while you're at it. As Ben Franklin once said "Beer is God's way of saying he loves us". It's true. Besides, it would be impossible to know how many babies wouldn't have been born without beer goggles. So, to disparage the consumption of beer is another way of saying you believe in infanticide, because by not creating those babies you've essentially killed them. Yeah. That's the ticket. If you don't drink beer, you're a baby killer <grin>

 

[thebutcher85]

haha Cagey!  :laughing7: I'll drink to that logic!  ccasion14:

 

[whitebison66]

I was never any good at mixing beer with anything.

I can't even imagine all the babies I've killed since 1988, when I stopped. But I can say that a lack of beer goggles, while (voluntarily) reducing the number of opportunities, greatly improves the aesthetic qualities of the remaining ones.

No more waking up with a numb arm trapped beneath Bee Hemoth and saying "Jesus love a goat, I was drunk last night!", followed by the sound of (literal and figurative) female blubbering.

And thank God for that.

Thank you, AprioriMark for the kind words on the blog. I've been trying to keep up with it, but its been difficult.

That Warmoth truss rod will be going into what may be my weirdest project yet. Stay tuned for more details!