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serinthia dropped me off at posicat's place. From there, the two of us drove north to meet up with wooisme to get buffet in Racine. The international buffet was significantly less international than we remembered, but there was some good stuff there. I loved the bean paste balls, and the crab rangoons were pretty good too. I'm trying to limit myself to two plates of food when I eat at a buffet. I've so far been largely unsuccessful.
We visited Big!Lots too, where I picked up a five million candlepower hand spotlight for Gary and other such places. It runs on a six volt, four amp-hour lead acid cell and has two individual hundred watt halogen lamps. As well, it has a 12 volt cigarette lighter port on it, so if Posi brings his backpack o' power on our trips, I can plug my spotlight into it, and then he can plug his million candlepower spotlight into mine. That will throw some photons around.
We didn't find the label maker that he was looking for at the Big!Lots in Racine. Fortunately, when our Big!Lots binge continued at the Kenosha store on Saturday, he did manage to find it there, buried behind a couple other random bits of tech in the electronics section. (We also left the store with the charcoal and lighter fluid that we were going to need for grilling on Saturday, and with two more satin pillow cases that match the one I already have on my bed. *squee* I love satin pillow cases.)
Posi and I made our way to the theatre on Saturday morning to help with cleaning, relamping, and rehanging the complement of lights. I also brought my spool of five thousand feet or so of light nylon cord with the intent of cutting lengths to use to tie off the movie screen that, during my last visit, I'd hung over the top pipe of a rolling inverted 'U' sort of structure. It needed to be tied off on the sides and stretched out to take out the wrinkles and creases that improper storage had left in it.
When we got there though, we found that someone had taken it off of the rack that we'd put it on and rehung it one of the batons over the stage, just draping it over the top of a curtain that already existed there.
So, Posi and I took it back down and got it back where it used to be just in time for the woman organizing the show that night to flip completely out about us having moved it. I really felt bad for her; she was on the verge of tears as she talked about how it had taken her hours to get it where she wanted it. In the discussion that ensued, it was explained to her that not only should she not be moving theatre property around without permission of the group that she's renting it from, but that screwing around with the rigging when you don't know what you're doing is one of the best ways to kill yourself or someone else.
Then, Posi and I, in the space of an hour or two, flew in an empty baton, hung the screen on it, used the nylon cord to lash another pipe to the bottom of the curtain to pull out the wrinkles, and reweighted the line. It's funny; when you do things the right way, they actually work out a lot better. Posi's help and ideas were invaluable in figuring out the best way to fasten the curtain to its pipes. His lung power was equally invaluable in running cord through the lower pipe. Thank you Posi! I'm glad you had fun there.
We didn't get out of the theatre until three o' clock. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy climbing ladders. I'd also forgotten how fast time flies working in that place. Sometimes I feel like I've been in a pocket dimension. Andrea, I'm sorry I was late getting out of there.
The three of us got lunch at Old Country Buffet. It was our first meal of the day and was greatly appreciated. By the time we were done with that and the previously mentioned trip to Kenosha.Big!Lots, CJ and Nigel were in Kenosha with the meat.
I haven't been involved in any grilling since we were told by management that we couldn't use our charcoal grill at our apartment in Michigan. Not that I was heavily involved this time either; I've never really been good at it. As I think about it now I realize that there was a certain sense of satisfaction in successfully cooking meat on the grill back in Michigan, but having done it once, I feel no real compulsion to do it again. Fortunately, grilling is one of Posi's fortés and he seems to be more than happy to engage in it.
While he and CJ were cooking, I rummaged in the basement to find my golf bag full of juggling props. Before long I had the white plastic bag, wrapped around a couple of cylindrical handles, I was looking for. I brought it back to the driveway and unwrapped it to reveal my torches. I hadn't played with these since before I moved to Michigan!
I squirted a good amount of lighter fluid onto the wicking and lit them on the grill. Woosh! I took them into the backyard and gave them a few, if you'll pardon the expression, warm up throws. It'd been about three or four years since I'd played with clubs, and I was a little dropsy at first. After a few minutes though, I was back in the rhythm. I threw a basic three club cascade for a while, relishing the deep crackling of the fire whizzing through the air. I think our next door neighbors over the fence to the north noticed what I was doing and watched for a little while too.
We all went in to watch House when the food was done, and then Andrea and I went to bed after the others left.
It being the first really nice weekend of the year, I started cleaning out the garage on Sunday. I made a significant dent in things. I rearranged the bicycle hooks and hung Andrea's bike next to mine. I made a pile of things to be thrown out and arranged a bulk pickup for Wednesday morning with the department of public works. They confirmed that they will pick up computers too, so four or five from the garage, probably along with a few from the basement that I'll haul up tonight, are going away. There's a Zenith 8086, a real IBM PS/2, and a few other random bits. I'm going to Freecycle the TRS-80 and parts since I think people are still interested in those.
I consolidated the oil in to the new covered pan to bring to the dump. There was a dead rodent of some kind in the uncovered oil pan that had been in there since the fall, and I'm still a little squicked at having found it. I then drove randomly around the downtown area of Kenosha looking for the dump. That will teach me to drive off somewhere thinking I know where I'm going. I'll get there Saturday morning instead to drop off the oil.
I'm going to call the post office today, at Rennie Frog's suggestion, to see if they will take back the absurd numbers of unused Priority shipping boxes we have in the garage. If not, they will become fuel for backyard fires, much like the SQL Server and Windows NT documentation that Posi and I burninated the last time we were working on the garage. I bought home an entire large box full of stuff like that that work was throwing out thinking I might be able to use it. A this point, I think I've conclusively proved that I can't, so up in smoke it goes! Posi and I did keep commenting to each other about very weird it was to be burning books. Something feels inherently wrong about it.
I just ate two corndogs that I brought from home for lunch. There was no ketchup in the refrigerator, so I used a little single-serving ranch dressing tub to dip them in. It looked kind of odd and congealed, but I didn't see a date on it. I think it may be why my tummy is vaguely unhappy right now though.
serinthia dropped me off at posicat's place. From there, the two of us drove north to meet up with wooisme to get buffet in Racine. The international buffet was significantly less international than we remembered, but there was some good stuff there. I loved the bean paste balls, and the crab rangoons were pretty good too. I'm trying to limit myself to two plates of food when I eat at a buffet. I've so far been largely unsuccessful. We visited Big!Lots too, where I picked up a five million candlepower hand spotlight for Gary and other such places. It runs on a six volt, four amp-hour lead acid cell and has two individual hundred watt halogen lamps. As well, it has a 12 volt cigarette lighter port on it, so if Posi brings his backpack o' power on our trips, I can plug my spotlight into it, and then he can plug his million candlepower spotlight into mine. That will throw some photons around.
We didn't find the label maker that he was looking for at the Big!Lots in Racine. Fortunately, when our Big!Lots binge continued at the Kenosha store on Saturday, he did manage to find it there, buried behind a couple other random bits of tech in the electronics section. (We also left the store with the charcoal and lighter fluid that we were going to need for grilling on Saturday, and with two more satin pillow cases that match the one I already have on my bed. *squee* I love satin pillow cases.)
Posi and I made our way to the theatre on Saturday morning to help with cleaning, relamping, and rehanging the complement of lights. I also brought my spool of five thousand feet or so of light nylon cord with the intent of cutting lengths to use to tie off the movie screen that, during my last visit, I'd hung over the top pipe of a rolling inverted 'U' sort of structure. It needed to be tied off on the sides and stretched out to take out the wrinkles and creases that improper storage had left in it.
When we got there though, we found that someone had taken it off of the rack that we'd put it on and rehung it one of the batons over the stage, just draping it over the top of a curtain that already existed there.
So, Posi and I took it back down and got it back where it used to be just in time for the woman organizing the show that night to flip completely out about us having moved it. I really felt bad for her; she was on the verge of tears as she talked about how it had taken her hours to get it where she wanted it. In the discussion that ensued, it was explained to her that not only should she not be moving theatre property around without permission of the group that she's renting it from, but that screwing around with the rigging when you don't know what you're doing is one of the best ways to kill yourself or someone else.
Then, Posi and I, in the space of an hour or two, flew in an empty baton, hung the screen on it, used the nylon cord to lash another pipe to the bottom of the curtain to pull out the wrinkles, and reweighted the line. It's funny; when you do things the right way, they actually work out a lot better. Posi's help and ideas were invaluable in figuring out the best way to fasten the curtain to its pipes. His lung power was equally invaluable in running cord through the lower pipe. Thank you Posi! I'm glad you had fun there.
We didn't get out of the theatre until three o' clock. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy climbing ladders. I'd also forgotten how fast time flies working in that place. Sometimes I feel like I've been in a pocket dimension. Andrea, I'm sorry I was late getting out of there.
The three of us got lunch at Old Country Buffet. It was our first meal of the day and was greatly appreciated. By the time we were done with that and the previously mentioned trip to Kenosha.Big!Lots, CJ and Nigel were in Kenosha with the meat.
I haven't been involved in any grilling since we were told by management that we couldn't use our charcoal grill at our apartment in Michigan. Not that I was heavily involved this time either; I've never really been good at it. As I think about it now I realize that there was a certain sense of satisfaction in successfully cooking meat on the grill back in Michigan, but having done it once, I feel no real compulsion to do it again. Fortunately, grilling is one of Posi's fortés and he seems to be more than happy to engage in it.
While he and CJ were cooking, I rummaged in the basement to find my golf bag full of juggling props. Before long I had the white plastic bag, wrapped around a couple of cylindrical handles, I was looking for. I brought it back to the driveway and unwrapped it to reveal my torches. I hadn't played with these since before I moved to Michigan!
I squirted a good amount of lighter fluid onto the wicking and lit them on the grill. Woosh! I took them into the backyard and gave them a few, if you'll pardon the expression, warm up throws. It'd been about three or four years since I'd played with clubs, and I was a little dropsy at first. After a few minutes though, I was back in the rhythm. I threw a basic three club cascade for a while, relishing the deep crackling of the fire whizzing through the air. I think our next door neighbors over the fence to the north noticed what I was doing and watched for a little while too.
We all went in to watch House when the food was done, and then Andrea and I went to bed after the others left.
It being the first really nice weekend of the year, I started cleaning out the garage on Sunday. I made a significant dent in things. I rearranged the bicycle hooks and hung Andrea's bike next to mine. I made a pile of things to be thrown out and arranged a bulk pickup for Wednesday morning with the department of public works. They confirmed that they will pick up computers too, so four or five from the garage, probably along with a few from the basement that I'll haul up tonight, are going away. There's a Zenith 8086, a real IBM PS/2, and a few other random bits. I'm going to Freecycle the TRS-80 and parts since I think people are still interested in those.
I consolidated the oil in to the new covered pan to bring to the dump. There was a dead rodent of some kind in the uncovered oil pan that had been in there since the fall, and I'm still a little squicked at having found it. I then drove randomly around the downtown area of Kenosha looking for the dump. That will teach me to drive off somewhere thinking I know where I'm going. I'll get there Saturday morning instead to drop off the oil.
I'm going to call the post office today, at Rennie Frog's suggestion, to see if they will take back the absurd numbers of unused Priority shipping boxes we have in the garage. If not, they will become fuel for backyard fires, much like the SQL Server and Windows NT documentation that Posi and I burninated the last time we were working on the garage. I bought home an entire large box full of stuff like that that work was throwing out thinking I might be able to use it. A this point, I think I've conclusively proved that I can't, so up in smoke it goes! Posi and I did keep commenting to each other about very weird it was to be burning books. Something feels inherently wrong about it.
I just ate two corndogs that I brought from home for lunch. There was no ketchup in the refrigerator, so I used a little single-serving ranch dressing tub to dip them in. It looked kind of odd and congealed, but I didn't see a date on it. I think it may be why my tummy is vaguely unhappy right now though.
