Neanderpundit

Why not- you know- make some effort to understand what the hell you are doing?

I spent all day yesterday repairing a machine that was damaged by the serviceman who was supposed to be repairing it. Look: if you have a 18mm deep threaded blind hole, and you have a 20mm long bolt, it’s not going to tighten, see? No matter how much you want it to. And continuing to tighten it afterwards? Well, that’s going to make it worse, because then you’ll yank the threads out of the aluminum body of the part. OK? maybe you should try baking, or something. I don’t think you were cut out to do mechanical work.

Dreampt that a team of primordial dwarves was chasing me around a car dealsership, and every time one bumped into a car they dissolved into a pile of sand. Finally there was only one left, an especially tiny albino, and just as she was about to stab me in the knee with a meat thermometer, Vman showed up and grabbed her by the wrists. “I’ll take it from here” he said, and left. I ended up sweeping up all the sand.

Dated march 23.

Of 2009. I oughta clean the fridge. hey, it tasted fine, and it wasn’t at all a color that you don’t expect of cottage cheese. I’m not gonna fret until I start barfing circus peanuts.

In other news, now the weather isn’t quite so nasty, I’m starting to work on the Cushman again. It now has brakes, assuming you pump the pressure up, which means it’s needing of some bleeding. It ran fine last fall but the clutch made some noise, so I yanked the tranny and regreased the throwout bearing. Needs a tire and I should be able to move it around some, actually do some work with it.