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Friday, July 07, 2006

Three Dunphys and a Reznor

This is totally one for the Dunphy Christmas Cards this year. And here's a picture of Cliff, Matt and me, with Cliff wearing a lovely t-shirt courtesy of Athenia.

Things are going well. I'm basically working on the house every minute I can, and cutting into most of my sleep time as well. We now have a working bathtub/shower. I'm quite proud of myself - in a day and a half, I have become a plumber. Matt and I soldered a two-handle tub-shower connection to the supply lines(and re-soldered the joints that leaked), then I installed the head, taps and valve. Getting the steel bathtub into place in a solo effort while Matt was working and constructing a ledge was something of a task, but I managed. And finally, today I installed the drain and overflow, which was more difficult than I first thought because our DMV pipe is 1.25-inch instead of the standard 1.5-inch.

I almost set the house on fire with a propane torch mucking around with that drain pipe. Luckily I noticed as soon as the insulation began to smoke, and although there was no further danger, I felt it necessary to give the area a very quick blast with a fire extinguisher, just in case. Man, the stuff inside fire extinguishers stings your lungs.

I swear that's been my only near-disaster in the last two weeks, and I probably over-reacted.

Oh, I also learned today that heating Copper Bond to remove a join as directed in the instructions releases large amounts of the most revolting toxic fumes. Maybe they should mention that in the literature.

Anyway, next up is a toilet. I have to tile the floor first to bring it up to the level of the flange, so until then, the buckets are still unfortunately coming in very handy.

I read this article this morning and was quite ashamed of my home country. The whole issue of censorship and the weeping unstable mothers who demand that everyone else parent their children for them are really getting to me lately. The other day at WITF, we hosted a satellite uplink to that new gaming cable channel, G4. A 50-ish mother (who works in IT, apparently) appeared by remote on some talk show, insisting that gaming companies take responsibility for their "addictive" products because her son had become an Everquest junkie. Here's a clue, dumbass: the responsibility is his and yours. Not the fucking game creators. You know, personal fucking responsibility. Remember that?

I don't understand how people like her can harp on and on about how someone should "take responsibility" without realizing how horrifically ironic it is to do so.

Worse still, I think her son was actually over 18. Listen lady, you want him to quit playing Everquest online 24-7? Kick him out of the fucking house and make him get a real job.

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