I make stuff. Sometimes I post pictures of it.
I go places. Sometimes I post pictures of those places or the conveyances that take me there. This may include my feet.
I have a dog. Dogs seem to like me. Sometimes I post pictures of dogs.
I drink beer. Sometimes I post pictures of beer.
I like my work. Sometimes my coworkers are a trial and I rant about them.
I like humor. Sometimes I will attempt it. Occasionally that works.
I like the clientele here.
I just opened workstation case for the first time in a long long time. There's a lot of dog fur in there...
Victory! Or at least close enough for yurt wurk. Time for beer, weed, dinner, and a couple of volumes of Atomic Robo.
I've discovered the job I dislike even more than welding while lying on my back: chiseling up an overly-thick layer of old tile mortar. Seriously, if the tiles were too thin you should have used thicker tiles, not made up the difference by slathering on the thinset. It's called "thinset" for a reason.
Our aging dog moves slow. He has a brace to support his blown-out knee. But his long tail never stops wagging. Last night, moved by the knocking on the door by costumed kids, he kept getting up from his bed, slowly but methodically, to greet visitors on the porch. He got plenty of head pats and kind words, and never flinched at the odd assortment of characters. Who needs candy when a kind old dog is there to greet you on your journeys through the night? (We still gave out candy) #smallstories
I have a headache from eating to much sugary stuff today.
the US department of interior is going to destroy a LOT of records. they pertain to things such as oil and gas teases, mining, dams, wells, timber sales, marine conservation, fishing, endangered species, non-endangered
species, critical habitats, land acquisition, and a whole lot more. there's more information available here: https://altgov2.org/doi-records-destruction/
you can make freedom of informatoin requests if any of this data interests you but there is a deadline of november 26, 2018. a lot of data is about to go down the memory hole, and this is going to have a HUGE impact on researchers and scientists and by proxy the public at large.
Who decided that morning should happen at this time of day, when it's so hard for me to wake up? 💤
There's some very jolly people on the other side of this bar from me. I've already switched a couple of them to water only.
As a cis person, I should step up to the plate more often:
For all the trans, enby, and other non-cis people out there, You Are Valid. Don't let anything stop you from being your wonderful selves.
Do: include a giant light well/lobby that extends the height of the building and brings exterior light to the interior rooms that open on it.
Don't: tint the skylight so that the interior light has all the tone and gloom of an Alabama trailer park right before an F3 tornado.
I love my sweetie very very much, but their packing skills (rather, their complete lack thereof) drive me nuts.
I seem to have somehow contracted @distel 's cold from 8000km away. At least today's unseasonably warm weather allows me to sit on the deck and look at the trees, which is about all that's possible in an OTC cold remedy haze. I can also pretend I'm doing some useful work.
Today is International Repair Day.
As a tinkerer who rarely travels without tools (Leatherman Micra if space or weight are a concern), I love this!
Doggo1 yawned a moment ago. Doggo2 yawned sympathetically, then I caught it. Doggo1 just now made a yawn bigger than his head. Doggo2 is getting ready to follow up, and... there he goes! now dammit it's my turn and it's doubtful if it can be stifled.
We've invented perpetual yawn-motion. If only we could harness this energy...
Trying to learn how to take up old thinset tile mortar without gouging the backer. Haven't quite got it yet, but getting better with practice. There'll be some plaster work to do before it's ready to lay the new tiles.
Welp, almost made it. Got two loads delivered, and have one more load of electronic recycle and a bucket of scrap metal, but didn't make it there before gates closed. At least all the party stuff is gone gone gone.
Schist! This was supposed to be a 5 minute break to scarf some crackers, but if been mastodoning for half an hour now. It's going to be hard to make all the necessary trips before the recycle station closes now.
(Yeah, there was an awful lot of stuff left over from that last party.)