Posted on 03/24/2020 9:36:36 AM PDT by Rebelbase
The late Igor was laughing about Y2K before it ever happened. He said he could never understand why programmers didn’t go beyond 1999 to begin with. Since he was well versed in Boolean and COBOL and a few others, he would know. I still wonder, since he made it two months into 2000, if he ever laughed at the scramble and wished he were capable (quadriplegic by then) of helping to fix the problem.
Wilderness First Aid Training is a good thing to have when you have a house full of byos!
Up to this point, we’ve successfully relied (almost entirely) on angelic intervention. Tom the Son did a few emergency bandaging efforts, but they weren’t life-threatening.
Tom also got me to call 911, when the kid from New York up the street threw a rock at Tom’s head, and Tom staggered up to the door drenched in blood.
When I was five, my head was split open by the neighborhood meanie, and I would have been fine had my sister not said, “*gasp* You’re BLEEDING!” At that point, I started to cry.
There was no 911, and we had a party line, so I don’t know how that would have worked. My mother just cleaned me up, pronounced me fine, and I lived to tell the tale.
Head wounds always bleed profusely.
Just another one of those: Whatever you do it will be wrong scenarios.
“I’ll remember that next time..” Normally works. Well here anyway.
We learned that when the paramedic cleaned Tom up and discovered quite a small wound on his scalp.
Insulation, ceiling tiles, tar-paper ... what else can you use a staple gun for?
Upholstery. So to speak: they reattached a piece of batting to the bottom of the sofa.
One comedian opined, "The developers all shortened the name of the problem from 'Year two thousand' to 'Y2K'. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that how we got into this problem in the first place?"
I'm sure the genesis of the problem is all the code that was written on the original 8-bit computers where memory and storage space cost TONS. When anyone suggested a change before the Y2K crisis it was "too expensive" to figure out how all that old code worked and where the changes needed to be made.
Yep. That sounds about right. In fact, he most likely told me that scenario. He didn’t seem to have much use for programmers, even though they produced the things which gave him the money that enabled him to support us.
I’m cold. I just can’t seem to get warm, and I think my space heater is about to give up the ghost.
Gray and ugly outside, again. So far, no real rain, but things are not looking good.
Thank you.
Ah. That I understand. I had the unenvious task of installing a queen-sized bed in an upstairs bedroom. Headboard, okay; footboard, okay; rails and mattress, okay -- box spring, not so fast.
To get the box spring up the stairs, I had to fold it. This entailed removing the dust cover (and all its staples), sawing the side frames in the middle, foding it in half and then carrying it upstairs.
Then I had to attach bracing boards to the side frames, reattach the dust cover (and all its staples), and then *voila*, one queen sized bed, upstairs. -- Easy-peasy.
The story is told of a man who had a move planned when he was suddenly told by his boss that he had to be out of the country. He arranged to pay some friends to move him.
The move was going well but they got to the sofa. No matter how hard they tried they couldn’t figure out a way to get the sofa out the door. They muttered something about how this was probably some sort of masochistic test he left for them.
They spent some time trying, then finally decided it would fit out the window. As his apartment wasn’t too high up they got some ropes and carefully lowered the sofa out of the window to the sidewalk below. Then they finished the move.
The time came for the man to return. His friends were all waiting in his new apartment waiting for him to wonder how they had gotten the sofa out. As the evening wore on and he did not ask one finally blurted, “Aren’t you going to ask us how we got the sofa out of your old apartment when it wouldn’t fit through the door?”
He answered, “Oh, I just removed the legs.”
I remember an occasion when we were trying to get a large chest-of-drawers up the stairs. DP and his friend were struggling to get past the second stair when his friend’s wife said, “Take the drawers out!”
Rumour has it that Governor Cooper is going to shut down the state. After all, there have been two deaths!
I considered the windows, and measured them. It wouldn’t have fit.
I am informed that there are commercial versions of box springs for theis situation, but my solution, tedious though it may have been, did not cost me anything but some screws and staples.
Parenthetically, I had the couch situation you describe. In a basement living room, a couch that was to be removed could not be oriented or manipulated to go out the door and stairs combination.
This was a puzzle, because the couch had previously entered the room through that path.
I couldn’t figure it out. Eventually I determined that the ultimate fate of the couch was to be disposed of, so I destroyed it with a sledge-hammer. After that, it could fit through the door.
I still don’t know why I couldn’t make it fit, (and yes, I know about the legs, and about removing the door, and about removing the door facing as well). We couldn’t solve the topological puzzle, but I did find a solution.
Destroying a sofa with a sledgehammer would be very satisfying.
It was a shining moment in my memories.
I can’t destroy a sofa, so I’ll have to come up with something else. Maybe I’ll go outside again and make an animal friend until dark.
It might be therapeutic to destroy a couch, but it wouldn’t be satisfying.
Satisfying is destroying a pile of log rounds to create a larger pile of firewood.
Working with wood almost seems like something we were made to do.
At least we know that the tools we use were made for that purpose, whether we were or not.
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