Sagt mal...

  • Dec. 21st, 2009 at 11:26 AM


... die Dinger heißen doch eigentlich Meisenknödel, oder...?



Ich staune, dass die Aufhängung das überhaupt aushält...

- - -
ETA: Zitat des Tages: "Familie ist neben Religion die einzige gesellschaftlich sanktionierte Form des Wahnsinns."

Tutulemma: Solar Eclipse Analemma

  • Dec. 21st, 2009 at 6:22 AM

If you went outside at exactly the same time every day and took a If you went outside at exactly the same time every day and took a


Gallbladder, friending and general update.

  • Dec. 20th, 2009 at 9:13 PM
I hated my gallbladder more so I had it taken out.

Friended someone in hopes of being added so I can read the wank my sister and I love to read but have never commented on.

Kids are doing awesome. Growing like weeds and reeking general havoc in my life.

Happy Holidays and sorry about that

  • Dec. 20th, 2009 at 7:21 PM
Why, look at that: you've got a new screen for your Presario.  No, I will not install it for you.

Yes, I work in IT.  Why, then?

Like this:  The gear I work on is incredibly expensive - it's nothing to drop $15k on a low-end entry level system.  Talking systems that host software that runs a profitable and (for the times) prosperous organization.  I fancy that I'm pretty good at my job.  I've been doing for over a decade and have moved at a steady pace up the responsibility ladder.   My employer thinks I'm doing something right: they pay for a cell phone and internet access so I can be Johnny on the spot 24x7.

But that does not translate into actual competence swapping out hardware on a laptop.  That stuff is incredibly finicky and precise.  With itty-bitty screws and parts that do not tolerate a lot of ham-handedness.  The gear I work with tends to the large and bulky type, and is 'field replaceable'. This means you haul out the old, dead part and shove in the bright and shiny new one.

And most of the time I don't do that much.  It's under warranty: let the tech from Sun or NetApp or IBM do it.

Were I to even look at your laptop, I have no doubt it would shatter into a bazillion bits.

I sure wish I'd said this an hour ago before I shattered the zero insertion force keyboard harness in her laptop.

Thursday 20 December 1666

  • Dec. 20th, 2009 at 11:00 PM

Up, and to the office, where we sat all the morning, and here among other things come Captain Cocke, and I did get him to sign me a note for the 100l. to pay for the plate he do present me with, which I am very glad of. At noon home to dinner, where was Balty come, who is well again, and the most recovered in his countenance that ever I did see. Here dined with me also Mrs. Batters, poor woman! now left a sad widow by the drowning of her husband the other day. I pity her, and will do her what kindness I can; yet I observe something of ill-nature in myself more than should be, that I am colder towards her in my charity than I should be to one so painful as he and she have been and full of kindness to their power to my wife and I. After dinner out with Balty, setting him down at the Maypole in the Strand, and then I to my Lord Bellasses, and there spoke with Mr. Moone about some business, and so away home to my business at the office, and then home to supper and to bed, after having finished the putting of little papers upon my books to be numbered hereafter.



After I noticed that we had no hot water last night at 1 am, and we spent two hours de-icing the frozen pipe that was the reason that there was not enough water in the furnace, thus too little pressure on the pump, thus no hot water arriving in the house, we thought that was it in terms of furnace trouble.
I mean, what could possibly be worse than spending two hours at night trying to get your furnace back to life while even in the furnace room the wet rags we used to wipe up water earlier in the day (well, the previous day) are frozen like the wet towels they give you at the Helcaraxë Drift Ice Museum in Abashiri, Japan - well, what could possibly be worse?

- - -

Weeeeell.

- - -

So there's a pump that pumps water from the furnace (out in the former pigsty) into the house.

This is especially important when it's freezing outside, and by "freezing" I mean everything between -10°C and -21°C as we had this weekend, because as we all know still waters freeze sooner than running.

For some reason that pump decided to stop working in the course of the day, which of course we only realised when the first pipe burst.

- - -

Oh, after the bit of snow that fell on Friday and the bit more that fell yesterday, we had a blizzard all day, too.

- - -

So we called the plumber, but seeing how it is Sunday he naturally didn't answer the phone.

- - -

So Jörg tried to repair the burst (7 meters up on the wall of the house, I might add, just to make things really interesting), but no chance. Take a moment to picture this: there's a ladder, and my husband's standing on it, and before we closed the main valve, a thumb-thick jet of water came shooting out of the pipe...

- - -

Getting a bit frantic. Plumber still not answering the phone. Panicking.

- - -

Fortunately Jörg remembered that the horse-lady to whom we let the meadow downhill is married to a plumber, so he called there. They were at home. Of course he'd help, said he, except that he had no idea how to get to us in this weather.

Jörg has snow chains, so he put them on the car and drove up and picked him up. And the horse-lady husband climbed up on the ladder (did I mention the 7 meters, and the blizzard?) and welded the burst shut.

- - -

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why it is obviously a good thing that we're letting the meadow that we don't need for a less-than-symbolic sum. Because you never know when you need a trailer or a pony or a plumber in a pinch. On a Sunday a few days before Christmas. In a blizzard.

- - -

Horse-lady husband also brought a Christmas gift, but fortunately we were prepared and while he was working I packed a basket with walnuts and elderberry-ginger jelly and apple mustard and chocolates and cheese from a disgustingly expensive but very good dairy.
Shut up. Sometimes I enjoy being a country wife. In fact, on occasion I'd so much rather be a housewife than a pickaxe-wielding, plaster-smeared builder.

- - -

Meanwhile mother-in-law and I went inside, because we couldn't help anyway.

Mother-in-law had a rather clumsy day, apparently.

Just after we'd discovered the burst, Jörg's brother called: His grandfather-in-law had passed away.
"Yes, can't talk now, we have a problem too" is NOT an appropriate reaction, no matter how you meant it.

"Since we're inside, can we do the dishes or something?"
MIL, what did we just do? Shut the main valve. WE DO NOT HAVE WATER. (I am not yet desperate enough to melt and cook snow for dish-washing water, thanks.)
"Or I know! We could clean the showcase so we don't have to do it next week!"
What did I say about the water?
Five minutes later: "Couldn't you do some washing?"
WE. HAVE. NO. WATER.
"But I feel so useless! I want to do something helpful!"
Not annoying me would be helpful. Do I have to come up with something for you to do now on top of everything?

Also I had to remind her about three times that it's SUNDAY, which means that tomorrow is MONDAY. She was convinced that it was Monday or even Tuesday already, and I have no idea why, because she wouldn't even be here and helping on the site if it weren't the weekend...?

Yesterday I told her not to park her car in the bend underneath the walnut tree, because a) that tree occasionally sheds branches, especially when they're heavy with snow, and b) if someone tries driving down our street and loses control, their car will slam exactly into hers. And she said, "That's true", and parked her car elsewhere. So far, so good.
THIS MORNING she parked her car - in the bend underneath the walnut tree.

This would be tragic if it were a sign of beginning dementia, but actually I suspect it's more a matter of Simply Not Thinking.

- - -

We reached the actual plumber eventually. Couldn't come, blizzard. So Jörg picked him up. Hurrah for snow chains. Plumber managed to kick the pump back to working (otherwise the welded pipe (and the others) would just have burst again sooner or later, but as there's no explanation why the pump stopped working in the first place, he surmised that it must be broken somehow. We'll get a new one.

Hopefully the old one will continue to work until the replacement arrives. Otherwise we'll have to keep hot water running at awkward times to compensate by drawing for the lack of pumping, and we've had to waste waaay too much water already.

- - -

Bloody hell.

- - -

Incidentally, this is the kind of worst-case scenario where it's worth shit that the pipe-fitters are obliged by law to repair defects in their construction at their expense. No law in this country will obligate someone to repair a pipe burst in 7 meters height in freezing conditions in a blizzard. Or even try and reach our house (down a steep and winding road) in a blizzard. And if that burst hadn't been repaired, we'd have been unable to open the main valve, and would've been without water - and heating, because water-based - until the weather got better. Force majeure. And the other three pipes would likely have burst too, eventually. Probably our insurance or maybe the plumber's insurance would've covered that. Guess how much of a consolation that would've been?
Yeah.
Just not pissing off the people you depend on might be the better idea after all. Frustrating as it may be on occasion.

Use Force!

  • Dec. 20th, 2009 at 9:51 AM
A steam catapult accelerates a 20,000 kg fighter to 266 kph in 2 seconds. That's 739 kilonewtons, combining the catapult and the fighter's engines on full burn. Assuming the F/A 18C's 79.2 * 2 Kn engines, the catapult is producing 580 Kn over two seconds.

A Schweizer SGS 2-32 has a max launch mass of 608 kg. That catapult, assuming the SGS were modified to accept 65.2 tons of force on the tow hook, would accelerate the glider to a speed of 957 kph over the space of .27 seconds. The pilot would experience 97 g's during that .27 seconds.

Starbuck eat your heart out.

12.20.09

  • Dec. 20th, 2009 at 10:06 AM


Thanks, [info]dreaming_faerie for keeping [info]pearlswine on track the last couple weeks! You're amazing!

Tags:

Greetings All!

  • Dec. 20th, 2009 at 10:41 AM
Greetings!

I've been doing a bit of research with the online armorial and had a question.

I was looking to see if the Lion of Hesse (rampant barry argent and gules) was a prohibited charge. I've done searches on the blazon and the name and came up with bupkis.

Any ideas?

Thanks!

Wednesday 19 December 1666

  • Dec. 19th, 2009 at 11:00 PM

Up, and by water down to White Hall, and there with the Duke of York did our usual business, but nothing but complaints of want of money [without] success, and Sir W. Coventry's complaint of the defects of our office (indeed Sir J. Minnes's) without any amendment, and he tells us so plainly of the Committee of Parliament's resolution to enquire home into all our managements that it makes me resolve to be wary, and to do all things betimes to be ready for them. Thence going away met Mr. Hingston the organist (my old acquaintance) in the Court, and I took him to the Dog Taverne and got him to set me a bass to my "It is decreed," which I think will go well, but he commends the song not knowing the words, but says the ayre is good, and believes the words are plainly expressed. He is of my mind against having of 8ths unnecessarily in composition. This did all please me mightily. Then to talk of the King's family. He says many of the musique are ready to starve, they being five years behindhand for their wages; nay, Evens, the famous man upon the Harp having not his equal in the world, did the other day die for mere want, and was fain to be buried at the almes of the parish, and carried to his grave in the dark at night without one linke, but that Mr. Hingston met it by chance, and did give 12d. to buy two or three links. He says all must come to ruin at this rate, and I believe him. Thence I up to the Lords' House to enquire for Lord Bellasses; and there hear how at a conference this morning between the two Houses about the business of the Canary Company, my Lord Buckingham leaning rudely over my Lord Marquis Dorchester, my Lord Dorchester removed his elbow. Duke of Buckingham asked him whether he was uneasy; Dorchester replied, yes, and that he durst not do this were he any where else: Buckingham replied, yes he would, and that he was a better man than himself; Dorchester answered that he lyed. With this Buckingham struck off his hat, and took him by his periwigg, and pulled it aside, and held him. My Lord Chamberlain and others interposed, and, upon coming into the House, the Lords did order them both to the Tower, whither they are to go this afternoon. I down into the Hall, and there the Lieutenant of the Tower took me with him, and would have me to the Tower to dinner; where I dined at the head of his table, next his lady, who is comely and seeming sober and stately, but very proud and very cunning, or I am mistaken, and wanton, too. This day's work will bring the Lieutenant of the Tower 350l.. But a strange, conceited, vain man he is that ever I met withal, in his own praise, as I have heretofore observed of him. Thence home, and upon Tower Hill saw about 3 or 400 seamen get together; and one, standing upon a pile of bricks, made his sign, with his handkercher, upon his stick, and called all the rest to him, and several shouts they gave. This made me afeard; so I got home as fast as I could. And hearing of no present hurt did go to Sir Robert Viner's about my plate again, and coming home do hear of 1000 seamen said in the streets to be in armes. So in great fear home, expecting to find a tumult about my house, and was doubtful of my riches there. But I thank God I found all well. But by and by Sir W. Batten and Sir R. Ford do tell me, that the seamen have been at some prisons, to release some seamen, and the Duke of Albemarle is in armes, and all the Guards at the other end of the town; and the Duke of Albemarle is gone with some forces to Wapping, to quell the seamen; which is a thing of infinite disgrace to us. I sat long talking with them; and, among other things, Sir R. Ford did make me understand how the House of Commons is a beast not to be understood, it being impossible to know beforehand the success almost of any small plain thing, there being so many to think and speak to any business, and they of so uncertain minds and interests and passions. He did tell me, and so did Sir W. Batten, how Sir Allen Brodericke and Sir Allen Apsly did come drunk the other day into the House, and did both speak for half an hour together, and could not be either laughed, or pulled, or bid to sit down and hold their peace, to the great contempt of the King's servants and cause; which I am grieved at with all my heart. We were full in discourse of the sad state of our times, and the horrid shame brought on the King's service by the just clamours of the poor seamen, and that we must be undone in a little time. Home full of trouble on these considerations, and, among other things, I to my chamber, and there to ticket a good part of my books, in order to the numbering of them for my easy finding them to read as I have occasion. So to supper and to bed, with my heart full of trouble.

It is that day again . . .

  • Dec. 19th, 2009 at 12:30 PM
time to wish many happy returns to He Who Hates LiveJournal

Profile

Dream Door
[info]cowboy_r
Wishing for Wings That Work

Advertisement

Latest Month

December 2009
S M T W T F S
  12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
2728293031  

Tags

Powered by LiveJournal.com