Neanderpundit

Partner, Mr B and his bail bondsman Mike, and I, went to my club for a day of recoil therapy.

Many, many holes were made in several targets.

The Arisaka turns out not to be a hand grenade.

it’s clear that Mr B is not a man to stand in front of, at the range.

Partner is still relatively lethal with his match 22, but would probably be amazing had he been able to find the match ammunition. I expect he’ll need to buy some NEW match ammunition, at which point, he will place the new match ammunition next to the old match ammunition. where he can lose it again.

Damn, maybe it’s at MY house. I’ll have to look.

Then we spent three hours making an electrical connection. The 98 sploder had lost a lambda probe (Oxygen sensor) some time ago, and I had replaced it, but the cable was impossible to get to. That’s not hyperbole, by the way, the manual actually says ‘Turn the car upside down and shake”

Well, no it doesn’t. But it does say “replace connector” which is all. Which is like saying “learn differential calculus” as step two of something.

Now the fuel pump isn’t working. So we’re on to that next, but one can only do one thing at a time.

Thanks, Partner, B, Mike, for a wonderful range day. I had a blast.

is the safety cable for a Craftsman pushmower.

See, the powers that be have decided that we’re all too fucking stupid to own mowers that can be- you know- on.

No, you have to hold down the special lever and pull the handle, and sometimes it starts. And when you’re mowing, it’s not much of an inconvenience other than the special lever pushes against one of the parts of your hand most likely to cause carpal tunnel issues.

No, it’s not a horrible inconvenience, unless it breaks. Then the mower is useless, because it cannot be operated without the safety.

Or so they think. I’mna finish mowing with a wire tie on it, effec tively making the mower dramatically less safe than before, because YOU HAVE TO ORDER PART #1659933, THEY ARE NOT AVAILABLE IN ANY OF THE LOCAL STORES THAT SELL LAWNMOWERS.

monkeys.

Multiple members of my immediate family have been struck by lightning at various points in their lives, and as a result, I’ve always been a bit drawn to thunderstorms. Like saturday evening, when I was standing on a metal ladder in crocs cleaning the gutters. Or saturday afternoon, when the Conex box I was in was apparently struck by lighning. (The person who was there with me claims to have peed himself a bit) (I myself very nearly became incontinent) the flash and bang were exactly coincident, and the lights went out, though there was still power.

There was about four inches of water almost everywhere, so neither of us felt it was a paricularly smart idea to go out to the post and reset the main breaker.

Nice that it was a conex box, though, because it was like a faraday cage; perfect place to be during a storm- just not entering or leaving. It’s particularly well grounded, maybe we ought to put a lightning rod on top, though.