Almost. Actually “THAPTHAPTHAP OWOWOW! THAPTHAPTHAP!” is the sound of experience.
on 14 Sep 2013 at 4:46 pm Lizp
:o) Did it hurt?
on 14 Sep 2013 at 6:08 pm mts1
I’m persnickety enough to remove switch plates, tape over switches and outlets, and remove (or at least lower and allow to dangle from the wires if weight is not an issue) fixtures and towel racks.
But even I just throw scrap t-shirts onto fan blades, though I dangle the unit from a piece of coat hanger by the bracket, so as not to stress the wires.
If I go to hell, my punishment will be taping and cutting corners and trim. Forever. With a brush that dribbles napalm down my arm. While on the top rung of a ladder, with cobras to catch me if I fall. Forever.
And don’t get me started on scraping and painting exterior trim, two stories up, with an intermediate roof in my way.
I do not know HOW many times I whacked the fan in the study — and not just painting.
Well, actually, when I painted, I took the fan down, but you get the idea.
Moving anything longer than I am tall ran the risk. And the model fan I have has those safety blades that slip off the screws when they’re whacked and you have to yank them back on or they grind against the housing and stress the motor. Bad for the motor, I’m told.
But — dammit — it was just too hot to work in here without it.
That sounds like the voice of experience!
Almost. Actually “THAPTHAPTHAP OWOWOW! THAPTHAPTHAP!” is the sound of experience.
:o) Did it hurt?
I’m persnickety enough to remove switch plates, tape over switches and outlets, and remove (or at least lower and allow to dangle from the wires if weight is not an issue) fixtures and towel racks.
But even I just throw scrap t-shirts onto fan blades, though I dangle the unit from a piece of coat hanger by the bracket, so as not to stress the wires.
If I go to hell, my punishment will be taping and cutting corners and trim. Forever. With a brush that dribbles napalm down my arm. While on the top rung of a ladder, with cobras to catch me if I fall. Forever.
And don’t get me started on scraping and painting exterior trim, two stories up, with an intermediate roof in my way.
…there is nothing I can say here which would not end up being terribly, terribly insulting.
lol. Best part is this it not the first time I have attempted to decapitate myself with a ceiling fan.
I do not know HOW many times I whacked the fan in the study — and not just painting.
Well, actually, when I painted, I took the fan down, but you get the idea.
Moving anything longer than I am tall ran the risk. And the model fan I have has those safety blades that slip off the screws when they’re whacked and you have to yank them back on or they grind against the housing and stress the motor. Bad for the motor, I’m told.
But — dammit — it was just too hot to work in here without it.
M
let he who has not been skinned cast the first stone.
Ask me why there are no ceiling fans in my house.