Some random "wisdom"
Well, those of you that IM/ICQ me know this one...but at the Friends House Concert this Thursday (saw Pat Donahue...what a finger-pluckin' fool!), there was a bumper sticker on a car that read "Frodo failed. Bush has the Ring."
I love witty bastards.
So, in other news, one more of my friends cannot hold their booze. The one guy, Tim, is a fantastic guy. He appears to be one of the few capable drinkers. You know the story about St. Pat's with Wes. Well, last night after we all had a couple drinks, some of the boys went over to Wes's house and partied a while longer. Well, it seems that in the tom-foolery someone knocked over Tim's....umm...."stuff". Well, the someone was Kevin, our new painter and pretty cool dude overall. Tim told him to watch out and that it was fucked up that he knocked his...."stuff"... over. Kevin told Tim to shut the fuck up. Tim shook his head and went back to talking to Joe. Kevin piled on Tim and started hitting him. So, Tim let him have it and proceeded to wipe the floor with Kevin. In the process, Tim dislocated his shoulder. Sweet, huh? And you wonder why I leave these boys at an early stage of the drinking.
In other news, if my grandfather and me sailed into Nassau and drank all night, I don't think we would have gotten into a fight. That part of the song always baffled me. Come on..you know the song.
So I was gonna go to "work" today and work on my buggy. But I get to Perkins and Tim meets me there. He tells me the previous story over breakfast and that explains why he isn't moving his right arm. With no insurance, he knows it'll take forever to get into the ER. So, we ate, and I convinced him to go now. If it takes forever to get in, you might as well start early, right?
So I get to "work" and the two biggest egomaniacal know-it-all's are there working. One is the foreman of the North Shop (our custom and ornamental fab) and the other is the foreman of the South Shop (the structural fab, my old job). And they are working in the South Shop, where my buggy is parked. So, that kills that idea. I'll try back later. Working near them is a constant battle to justify why I am doing things the way I am. One of them actually talked shit behind my back about the alloy I used to make the fuel cell. I used 3000-series aluminum diamond plate and TIG welded it with 4010 filler and Helium. Perfectly legit. A textbook procedure. He told his guys that it'd blow up from static buildup, being that 4010 is more magnetic. So I heard this from the guys (they still love me!) and I walked up to their foreman at break time and asked him about it. He told me that the filler metal I used is more magnetic and will conduct electricity better, too. Hmmm....I asked him how it was more magnetic if my plate has .7% iron by weight and the filler has .2% iron by weight. He told me I had it backwards, which prompted me to break out my metallurgy book from my toolbox. Bzzzzzt! Wrong! Then I told him that he should have seen the braided copper grounding strap from the fuel cell to the chassis, and that takes care of the static issue anyway. I told him that every fuel tank since the 1960's has been required to be mechanically grounded, even plastic ones. He told me I was full of shit and that plastic doesn't generate or store much static at all. Then I asked him why rubbing your feet on a polyester carpet generates static. Polyester is....plastic! I told him to shut his mouth and if he had a problem or question that he should nut up and talk to my face. Asshat.
So, I'm not about to hang out and try to work with them there. I wanna get work done and not spend my day justifying my process. I'll head back later after they're gone!
I was looking throughthe myriad of sketchbooks on the shelf and rekindled my interest in one in particular. I started a list. I had all the people that would listen give me a question. I asked for a question that they wanted an answer to most. I got some good "answers" so far. This project started while at Starbucks, where they were selling a "Book of Answers". Seemed like fun, so I bought it. I'm more interested in people want in their life rather than providing answers. So, feel free to send a question my way. Only one, please. It could get more unruly than it is if I start taking multiples!
OK, I'm gonna go do some other things and then head out. If I don't post before then, Happy Easter. Whatever that means.
-Rich
I love witty bastards.
So, in other news, one more of my friends cannot hold their booze. The one guy, Tim, is a fantastic guy. He appears to be one of the few capable drinkers. You know the story about St. Pat's with Wes. Well, last night after we all had a couple drinks, some of the boys went over to Wes's house and partied a while longer. Well, it seems that in the tom-foolery someone knocked over Tim's....umm...."stuff". Well, the someone was Kevin, our new painter and pretty cool dude overall. Tim told him to watch out and that it was fucked up that he knocked his...."stuff"... over. Kevin told Tim to shut the fuck up. Tim shook his head and went back to talking to Joe. Kevin piled on Tim and started hitting him. So, Tim let him have it and proceeded to wipe the floor with Kevin. In the process, Tim dislocated his shoulder. Sweet, huh? And you wonder why I leave these boys at an early stage of the drinking.
In other news, if my grandfather and me sailed into Nassau and drank all night, I don't think we would have gotten into a fight. That part of the song always baffled me. Come on..you know the song.
So I was gonna go to "work" today and work on my buggy. But I get to Perkins and Tim meets me there. He tells me the previous story over breakfast and that explains why he isn't moving his right arm. With no insurance, he knows it'll take forever to get into the ER. So, we ate, and I convinced him to go now. If it takes forever to get in, you might as well start early, right?
So I get to "work" and the two biggest egomaniacal know-it-all's are there working. One is the foreman of the North Shop (our custom and ornamental fab) and the other is the foreman of the South Shop (the structural fab, my old job). And they are working in the South Shop, where my buggy is parked. So, that kills that idea. I'll try back later. Working near them is a constant battle to justify why I am doing things the way I am. One of them actually talked shit behind my back about the alloy I used to make the fuel cell. I used 3000-series aluminum diamond plate and TIG welded it with 4010 filler and Helium. Perfectly legit. A textbook procedure. He told his guys that it'd blow up from static buildup, being that 4010 is more magnetic. So I heard this from the guys (they still love me!) and I walked up to their foreman at break time and asked him about it. He told me that the filler metal I used is more magnetic and will conduct electricity better, too. Hmmm....I asked him how it was more magnetic if my plate has .7% iron by weight and the filler has .2% iron by weight. He told me I had it backwards, which prompted me to break out my metallurgy book from my toolbox. Bzzzzzt! Wrong! Then I told him that he should have seen the braided copper grounding strap from the fuel cell to the chassis, and that takes care of the static issue anyway. I told him that every fuel tank since the 1960's has been required to be mechanically grounded, even plastic ones. He told me I was full of shit and that plastic doesn't generate or store much static at all. Then I asked him why rubbing your feet on a polyester carpet generates static. Polyester is....plastic! I told him to shut his mouth and if he had a problem or question that he should nut up and talk to my face. Asshat.
So, I'm not about to hang out and try to work with them there. I wanna get work done and not spend my day justifying my process. I'll head back later after they're gone!
I was looking throughthe myriad of sketchbooks on the shelf and rekindled my interest in one in particular. I started a list. I had all the people that would listen give me a question. I asked for a question that they wanted an answer to most. I got some good "answers" so far. This project started while at Starbucks, where they were selling a "Book of Answers". Seemed like fun, so I bought it. I'm more interested in people want in their life rather than providing answers. So, feel free to send a question my way. Only one, please. It could get more unruly than it is if I start taking multiples!
OK, I'm gonna go do some other things and then head out. If I don't post before then, Happy Easter. Whatever that means.
-Rich
posted by Rich at 4/15/2006 09:50:00 AM
1 Comments:
OMG! Loads of fun! And now you get to take him to go get fixed...
OUTSTANDING! GLORIOUS AND FAN FUCKING TASTIC!!!
Miss you...
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