Oh berkeley me I'm tired of people being willfully oblivious to reality. It's said that the only thing harder than conning someone is convincing them that they've been conned. So very true.
Oh berkeley me I'm tired of people being willfully oblivious to reality. It's said that the only thing harder than conning someone is convincing them that they've been conned. So very true.
today and tomorrow are going to be disgusting. It's just above freezing with light rain and wind. The Wind is blowing the water on shore, so we are also getting flooding. If the temps drop three degrees, everything will ice up.
Some consumer devices are coming with a level of security enabled by default that's too dangerous for the average user. I'm trying to save my grandmother's Samsung S7 from being scrapped for parts and having its mainboard thrown in the trash due to the apparently on-by-default firmware reset protection and firmware anti-rollback. She has no idea about what Google account it was registered to. This is the second or third phone that's been brought to me with this problem.
I got a sweet electric impact to help me with my control arm replacement job :)
The control arm nut and the ball joint nut are really close in size, really close. The electric impact allowed me to ugga dugga and ruin a few parts :(
Now the car will sit until a new control arm bolt and ball joint nut arrive :|
I done berkeleyed up yesterday, big time.
Cracked the transmission case in my truck, in the stupidest way possible, reinstalling literally the last two bolts of the job for a stupid heat shield that probably wouldn't have even ended up back on the truck had I not just by chance tripped over the thing while grabbing my funnel. "Better put that back on now or else I'll forget about it," I think to myself. Since I had just fired up the air compressor anyway to pump up the wheelbarrow's tire for SWMBO, I made the fateful decision to grab the air ratchet, a tool that I frequently forget I even own and can probably count on one hand the number of times I've used in the 5-6 years I've owned it, because my shoulders were sore and I was in 'get it done mode' (which never ends well...) Drove the first fastener in and the tool stalled out before the heat shield got tight, so I pulled the trigger again and in it went. Onto the second bolt, and in it went. Great, let's fill her up with fluid and go test on it.
When I heard fluid starting to trickle onto the ground I knew I had problems. Popped my head under the truck, and at first it looked to be seeping out the trans pan gasket. "Wait a minute, that's not coming out the bolt hole is it? Oh no.....oh god no...." Popped the heat shield back off, cleaned it off with a quick shot of brake cleaner, and my worst fears were confirmed when a crack in the casting revealed itself. It's toast. The heat shield bolts must have somehow bottomed out and split the casting, and the worst part is I'm still not sure how exactly I had assembled the thing wrong, unless two of the pan bolts (only other ones of the same diameter and pitch) were supposed to be longer and the heat shield bolts were coincidentally the same length as the rest of the pan bolts.
Just to recap how this once simple job has spiraled comically out of control, I've gone from 'trans cooler line is leaking, let's replace that' -> Let's do new fluid and a filter while we're at it -> If I'm dropping the pan, may as well throw a shift kit at it for $80 -> have to drop the trans to get the stuck 2-4 servo cover off -> transmission case ruined.
So now the truck needs a transmission, and if I have to make a project of this truck, I'm going to make it a proper one. berkeley it, I'm LS swapping the thing. Build thread to come.
wae said:I was awakened at about 0330 today because dogtard #2 was kicking me in the face and pushing me off the bed. And, of course, I couldn't get back to sleep. Naturally I am tired and ready to go back to sleep now that it's time to shower and get kids to school. That's the final straw: No more dogs on the second floor of the house overnight.
You have NO IDEA how much I wish I could convince the Dancer that the Dog should have to sleep on his own bed and not ours, especially the last week and a half when it's been colder and he's decided he needs to sleep dead center in the middle of the bed curled into a ball... and when this is a 80-lb dog you're talking about, he takes up half the bed leaving us (each) roughly a quarter- which isn't wide enough for me to be on my stomach without being on the verge of falling off the bed.
I did my damndest when we first moved in together to convince both her and the dog that he should not be on the bed, but both were too set in their ways. I swear half of both of our aches and pains would be solved if we had the entire bed to ourselves. Or if I could convince her that getting a king bed would be worth it for the extra width (it works out great when we sleep on one at her mom's house, except for her complaining the we end up so far apart- again because of the dog).
Starting tonight I'm going to stop being nice and force the dog to sleep at the foot of the bed where he's not forcing us off the sides... I expect grumbling from both of them, but this is the second morning my lower back has been killing me and I have no intention of there being a third...
eastsideTim said:Stefan said:eastsideTim said:My favorite restaurant in my college town just closed. Had I known about it ahead of time, I’d have actually blown off work, and driven several hours just to get to eat there one last time.
Often times they don't tell anyone until they show up to a door with a sign on it and a fresh chain lock.
It really berkeleys with the people that worked there, but the owners generally don't care at that point and are knee deep in bankruptcy, etc.
Hopefully this wasn’t the way this went down. Looks like the owners are retiring. They’re selling fixtures and decorations tomorrow. It was a Japanese restaurant opened by the parents of a student at the university I went to 24 years ago. Knowing the current location of the building, I bet the university is probably buying up the property.
Kyoto, I assume? Just looked up on the map, didn't realize they'd moved so close to campus. Yeah, have lots of good memories of that place... wonder if they would still make the pork with ginger the original menu had but they dropped but would still make for us if we asked...
Aside, but when I pulled up the map I saw that there is a restaurant just off campus called "NaCl + H2O". You don't get much more Rolla than that...
Mndsm said:(not) WilD (Matt) said:FuzzWuzzy said:In reply to Scotty Con Queso :
Tbh, I wish my wife was like that. Instead, she works herself to death.
Same. I tell my wife she cares waaaay too much. She internalizes everything and drives herself nuts.
Oddly enough, that's the problem I've run into with swmbo 2.0. She's a workaholic. I keep telling her that she needs to not kill herself all the time. But at least the bills are paid.
I'm in the same boat... but at least mine fully realizes that this is a problem, she just had no earthly idea how to fix it since the majority of the problem is of her own creating because of the work her non-profit does, and she's not yet willing to take the next step that she realistically should and quit her other job (or at least MASSIVELY curtail the amount of work she does there). But the other job is already shorthanded and she's too good of a person and worker to just say, "Look, I can't do all of this, I'm sorry but I HAVE to cut back on classes," when she knows it will put them in a pickle (well, to be fair- more of a pickle... though one they grew the cucumbers and dill and mixed up the brine for themselves...).
Ashyukun (Robert) said:wae said:I was awakened at about 0330 today because dogtard #2 was kicking me in the face and pushing me off the bed. And, of course, I couldn't get back to sleep. Naturally I am tired and ready to go back to sleep now that it's time to shower and get kids to school. That's the final straw: No more dogs on the second floor of the house overnight.
You have NO IDEA how much I wish I could convince the Dancer that the Dog should have to sleep on his own bed and not ours, especially the last week and a half when it's been colder and he's decided he needs to sleep dead center in the middle of the bed curled into a ball... and when this is a 80-lb dog you're talking about, he takes up half the bed leaving us (each) roughly a quarter- which isn't wide enough for me to be on my stomach without being on the verge of falling off the bed.
I did my damndest when we first moved in together to convince both her and the dog that he should not be on the bed, but both were too set in their ways. I swear half of both of our aches and pains would be solved if we had the entire bed to ourselves. Or if I could convince her that getting a king bed would be worth it for the extra width (it works out great when we sleep on one at her mom's house, except for her complaining the we end up so far apart- again because of the dog).
Starting tonight I'm going to stop being nice and force the dog to sleep at the foot of the bed where he's not forcing us off the sides... I expect grumbling from both of them, but this is the second morning my lower back has been killing me and I have no intention of there being a third...
The last two nights that we've slept at home have been glorious! Not a single interruption of my sleep, although they have apparently busied themselves on the first floor by yelling at the deer all night. I sleep through that, but it apparently wakes my wife up.
Oddly, the problem is not the 100 pound dog - he just stays where you put him. The little dog, though, is moving around all night, stepping on us and kicking us. Dozer gets punished, though, because Merlin will be mostly quiet overnight if they're both downstairs but if Dozer's in the bedroom with us, Merlin loses his E36 M3 when he figures out that stupid brother is in the bed and he's not.
Ashyukun (Robert) said:wae said:I was awakened at about 0330 today because dogtard #2 was kicking me in the face and pushing me off the bed. And, of course, I couldn't get back to sleep. Naturally I am tired and ready to go back to sleep now that it's time to shower and get kids to school. That's the final straw: No more dogs on the second floor of the house overnight.
You have NO IDEA how much I wish I could convince the Dancer that the Dog should have to sleep on his own bed and not ours, especially the last week and a half when it's been colder and he's decided he needs to sleep dead center in the middle of the bed curled into a ball... and when this is a 80-lb dog you're talking about, he takes up half the bed leaving us (each) roughly a quarter- which isn't wide enough for me to be on my stomach without being on the verge of falling off the bed.
I did my damndest when we first moved in together to convince both her and the dog that he should not be on the bed, but both were too set in their ways. I swear half of both of our aches and pains would be solved if we had the entire bed to ourselves. Or if I could convince her that getting a king bed would be worth it for the extra width (it works out great when we sleep on one at her mom's house, except for her complaining the we end up so far apart- again because of the dog).
Starting tonight I'm going to stop being nice and force the dog to sleep at the foot of the bed where he's not forcing us off the sides... I expect grumbling from both of them, but this is the second morning my lower back has been killing me and I have no intention of there being a third...
Ask your wife a hypothetical question: If she were a single woman with a dog that slept in bed with her, would she have a twin bed? If she says yes, fine, grumble, your point is lost on this one. If she says "no, that is crazy", then say ok, we're getting a king or I'm moving into a different room. A king bed is only as wide as 2 twins put together. I can't fathom sleeping in a queen every night.
4:00 AM. Why do you think you need to wail untill someone gets up to feed you at 4:00 AM? You already eat too much, you are visibly obese. I don't want to keep throwing pillows at you in the dark since that upsets your brother. Do they make full auto nerf guns? berkeleying cat...
This should, by all rights, have been a pretty good weekend. The first in a LONG time when we didn't responsibilities pulling us all over the place and where we literally couldn't do any work at the cabin because we let some friends who have been begging us to let them stay out there almost since we started building it do so in order to get some feedback on what things we might need to change.
But, nope. The weekend started off on the bad side with the her having a minor freak-out about what the balance on our CC was due to everything we'd had to put on it from things for the cabin and panicking that we were headed for financial ruin thanks to the cabin. It took a while to convince her that while yes, we DO owe a lot on the CC I would be paying it off shortly with funds from our FAR lower-interest HELOC that was opened specifically to handle the last of the cabin expenses. And that yes, it WOULD take a bit of time to pay that off and that the cabin as a whole had cost much more than planned, but that it should pay for itself over time and if we kept it maintained and the tourism where it is located keeps going that it would be a good largely passive source of income for us when we retire. And that even if we only broke even on what we make from it, would still end up ahead since we'd be SAVING $5-6k a year by not having to rent other people's cabins to get away to there.
That panic resolved, I had hoped that since we didn't have anything to worry about doing over the weekend besides her work Saturday morning that we'd actually DO something for once.
NOPE. Oh, things were done- like my changing the oil and a belt on the QX4 and cleaning the berk out of our main shower that badly needed it and her getting a lot of work for her company done... but the only time we both got out of the house together was to run to WalMart for something she needed and then picking up groceries (though to be fair, this was the first time in a WHILE that she'd actually come along to get groceries with me).
I've completely lost track of how long it's been since we've actually gone to and SAT DOWN AT a restaurant to eat. Berkley, for that matter I can't remember the last time we had a meal where the dog wasn't there (either at home or the cabin). For Berkley's sake... when we went to a ballet in Cinci last month instead of stopping and eating someplace she decided it would be better to just bring sandwiches in a cooler to eat on the way home because of how late it would get out. Actually, I take that back... I DO remember the last (and only, at least in the last few months...) time we actually ate out- it was after the studio she teaches at's last show and we went out with he co-workers for a 'wrap' dinner. And the time before that? Was at a place that was having a fundraiser for the non-profit.
In reply to (not) WilD (Matt) :
Ashyukun (Robert) said:Kyoto, I assume? Just looked up on the map, didn't realize they'd moved so close to campus. Yeah, have lots of good memories of that place... wonder if they would still make the pork with ginger the original menu had but they dropped but would still make for us if we asked...
Aside, but when I pulled up the map I saw that there is a restaurant just off campus called "NaCl + H2O". You don't get much more Rolla than that...
I'll have to check that place out next time I drive through 
Yeah, Kyoto's final location was right near campus - in the old Phillips 66 service station, I think.
A bit of a surrogate rant, but the more I think about it, the madder I get.
My best friend was told, "It's time for the camera up the exit routine!"
He hesitated a bit and the doc told him that since he's had no prior issues, he could opt for the "Poop in a box" alternative.
Like any sane man, he chose this option. A few days later, he gets a phone call from said company telling him: "You have cancer! You should probably go see your doctor!"
Freaks him out a bit. Calls his doctor to get in for a real colonoscopy a few days later.
Couple of polyps, NO CANCER.
So this POS "Medical Company" put him through several days of hell for NO FREAKING REASON!
Just my opinion, but if the doc tells you to get a colonoscopy, just do it.
I'm on the 5 year plan, it's not a big deal.
(not) WilD (Matt) said:4:00 AM. Why do you think you need to wail untill someone gets up to feed you at 4:00 AM? You already eat too much, you are visibly obese. I don't want to keep throwing pillows at you in the dark since that upsets your brother. Do they make full auto nerf guns? berkeleying cat...
You're reinforcing the behaviour by feeding him. He'll keep doing it as long as it continues to get him what he wants. But, I have a fix for you. Two simple words. Automatic feeder. My cat drives me crazy and is super vocal and was absolutely incessant about the food thing. but a couple weeks after getting an automatic feeder, she doesn't yowl about food at all. Since we're not the source of food! The magic noisy box is. We got this style: https://www.amazon.com/Home-Intuition-Automatic-Feeder-Programmable/dp/B01BMSY1L2. It has 6 compartments so if you feed the cat once a day it lasts 6 days, if twice a day it lasts 3 days. It's not perfect but it's the best one we've tried. It's solved the food yowls. Now if only it could solve the "i'm just waking up" yowls, the "where are you" yowls, the "it's late and i'm bored" yowls, the ....
SaltyDog said:A bit of a surrogate rant, but the more I think about it, the madder I get.
My best friend was told, "It's time for the camera up the exit routine!"
He hesitated a bit and the doc told him that since he's had no prior issues, he could opt for the "Poop in a box" alternative.
Like any sane man, he chose this option. A few days later, he gets a phone call from said company telling him: "You have cancer! You should probably go see your doctor!"
Freaks him out a bit. Calls his doctor to get in for a real colonoscopy a few days later.
Couple of polyps, NO CANCER.
So this POS "Medical Company" put him through several days of hell for NO FREAKING REASON!
Just my opinion, but if the doc tells you to get a colonoscopy, just do it.
I'm on the 5 year plan, it's not a big deal.
Having seen family deal with colorectal cancer, and having family friends pass from colon cancer, I'm working on getting my doctor to tell me that I need it early (I'll be 30 in January, I'd like to get it done at 35). Rather be safe than sorry on that front, especially as the data suggests that each subsequent generation tends to get cancer earlier than the prior one (this isn't a fact yet, and it also doesn't seem to be related to identifying it earlier).
Besides, after my weekend consisting of way too much beer, waffle house, pizza, and other horrible dietary decisions, it can't be any worse than what happened on the toilet this morning.
I'm apparently an shiny happy person. Dog sleeps on the floor, no questions about it. Cats (with their gross paws) sleep outside the bedroom. One morning they woke me up yowling for breakfast at 5 am. I chucked the offender outside until a reasonable hour before letting her in.
like I said, I'm an shiny happy person.
My dogs shed like no other, constantly; an 8 year old (at least) Husky that farts constantly and a 1 year old 80+lbs Germany Shepherd/Malamute that thinks he needs to paw at you constantly. Both sleep on the floor because hell no.
The god damn cat though, no matter how many times I throw him off me or the bed, wants to get on the bed.
Sometimes I wish interactions with real people were "regulated" like on the GRM forum. I have no interest in hearing you discuss politics at the office, whether I agree with you or not.
In reply to KyAllroad (Jeremy) :
That would be my preferred way of dong it too- but after 2 years of sleeping on the bed neither she nor the dog were interested in changing things. Thing is, early on other than having to almost literally drag the dog off the bed when I initially wanted to get in, he'd curl up at the foot of the bed and not be a problem. Unfortunately as time has progressed he's crept further and further up, and while she welcomes the warmth I cannot fall asleep easily with that much heat.
It's going to be an interesting fight when we eventually get a new dog (hopefully many years from now... the day we lose the current one and the immediate ones following are going to be absolute hell in my house...) about whether it's allowed on the bed or not.
FuzzWuzzy said:My dogs shed like no other, constantly; an 8 year old (at least) Husky that farts constantly and a 1 year old 80+lbs Germany Shepherd/Malamute that thinks he needs to paw at you constantly. Both sleep on the floor because hell no.
The god damn cat though, no matter how many times I throw him off me or the bed, wants to get on the bed.
You need a squirt bottle, sir.
They usually become so effective quickly that you'll usually just have to shake the bottle, not actually spray it, and the cat will take off in the other direction.
In reply to Saron81 :
I've used a squirt bottle on him since he was a kitten.
It's been 5ish years now and he still destroys my carpet and see the spray bottle as more of a challenge.
My business partner and I co-bought a two-owner 1995 Miata about 6 months ago
He wants SiriusXM when he drives. I don't listen to music when I drive. He wants the car to drive, I want the car to wrench on. It had an aftermarket JVC head unit when we bought it. The audio system worked when we bought the car, but then it came and went, mostly went. I installed a new head unit and power antenna. Antenna goes up and down, radio comes on and locks onto radio station. But no sound. Internet sleuthing revealed the audio goes out usually because of grounded headrest speakers. Alright! I come home and unzip the driver's headrest for the headrest speakers. Instead of two speakers, there is one cheap-ass speaker sitting in the middle (not in line with either side with the sound holes) and THREE different connections within the little headrest area (crimped, different size wire extension, electrical tape, then just raw twisted wire.) berkeley.
I've gone through the car. I have three speakers working, the fourth is down to about 3 feet of wire which is under the dash - E36 M3 knows what's under there. At first I thought the aftermarket installation was professional - the head unit was cleanly done, but the speakers system is hacked to death and furthermore, I would bet money these aftermarket speakers did not sound any better than the original speakers. I think a 17 year old who "does all of my friend's cars stereo systems installations" from down the street did the work. When I was young I went through a car audio phase. This installation is a travesty.
So <censored> to whoever did this.
FuzzWuzzy said:In reply to Saron81 :
I've used a squirt bottle on him since he was a kitten.
It's been 5ish years now and he still destroys my carpet and see the spray bottle as more of a challenge.
A little soap in that bottle will make it burn a bit. I'm not saying you should do it (Do it)
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