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Mensuration & the Practical Application of Geek Tools

Posted on 2006.09.21 at 10:56
Current Location: 63134
Current Music: James Bond: Seventeen Soundtracks
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My car's trunk was dented while staying at the hotel before I bought my house in St. Louis as detailed in my January 3rd entry.

Recently, I attempted to rectify this with a staff member, a computer room raised-floor puller, and a can of monitor wipes:




Clean the affected area for good adhesion.




Securely attach the floor-puller.




Pull back in a smooth, even stroke.



Photoshop's mensuration plugin confirms a 40% reduction in damage:





Last night I dreamed I was driving a late 20s Grand Prix racer. British Racing Green. It was an open cockpit, and I was driving around deserted cobblestone streets, slowing down around the corners because I was sure the tall, thin tires would give out around the turns. I was driving this car because I had seen a very popular man driving it the other day, and I decided I wanted one to. I was having some mechanical problems, so I chose to exit the vehicle at the stoplight and go into a store I had seen this other man do just the day before. There were no other cars on the deserted street, so I popped the engine cover and removed the troublesome component. It was round, and had four small peaked 'vents' on it with rectangular openings. I walked into a deserted bar and a large man with a foreign accent came from a door behind the bar as if to offer me a drink. I showed him the part. "Ah, bad air conditioning unit." He says, "Just so happens (so-and-so) stopped in here just yesterday with the same problem. The part is $69. I can install it now."
I was elated.
"Total price with labor will be $569." He said, as he started around the bar to put the new part on my car.
"But I don't have $569!" I said. It was too late. He was outside putting it on. I didn't know what to do, and started to panic.







A couple of weeks ago I dreamed that Carla had painted her nails orange. The same color orange my wife wanted to paint our dining room from a paint chit she'd brought home. I forgot about this completely until today, when I saw Carla's hands. "I thought you painted your nails orange?" I asked her. You should have seen the look she gave me. Then it came flooding back. That was only a dream. Weird.




It was 100-degrees in Korea during the hottest part of the summer. Worse, the humidity was over the top. I was off one day and wanted to do my run, but it was unbearable. So I cranked up the A/C to "High" and waited until about 1600. The ambient tempature in the room was 72. Perfect. Changed into my running clothes and took off. Damn hot, damn humid. I finished my run and started heading back to the room. I had a smile on my lips as I thought of my nice, cool room - just waiting for me to return. I opened the door to my barracks room, and there was my roommate, recently returned from his work day, sitting by the open window, smoking a cigarette. "Hi." He says when I come in. It must've been 85-degrees in the room...and humid. The A/C was off. I didn't understand. "Why is the A/C off?" I asked.
"Oh, I was cold." He replied.
*Grrrrr.* "YOU WERE COLD?" I screamed! "COLD?" I started for him. "WHY DIDN'T YOU PUT ON A JACKET THEN? CAUSE I SURE AS HELL CAN'T TAKE ANYTHING ELSE OFF!" He had that rabbit-look in his eyes, as if I'd just snapped. "I'm sorry," I said, "I'm wrong. If I'm hot, I guess I could take more off." I stripped naked right in front of him and took two more steps. My schlong was right in his face. "Is this better?" I asked. I went to take a shower. When I returned to the room, the air was on and he was sitting by the window reading a book...in his jacket.



I found the car I was driving in my son's History of Auto Racing book. It was a 1930 Bentley Blower (A smaller, one seat-version anyway) and have updated the picture to reflect this.

Comments:


drax0r
drax0r at 2006-09-21 22:11 (UTC) (Link)
Paintless dent removal dude. $65


Last night I dreamed that I was at the grocery store and I was looking for Emeril's seasoning. When I got there, I asked the guy behind the counter, who had his back turned to me, if he could tell me where to find it. He turned around and it was Emeril himself. He's like, yeah, I've got it right here. BAM!

He proceeded to cook me up a couple of Long John Silver-style fish planks which he plated with the fish arranged on a bed of LJS tartar sauce packages and some chopped greens for garnish.
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-09-21 22:27 (UTC) (Link)
I hate that avatar.
galinda822 at 2006-09-22 13:30 (UTC) (Link)
I'll paint my nails orange for you in honor of Halloween! Maybe I'll have them painted like Jack 'O Lanterns - the kids would like that!
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-09-22 14:18 (UTC) (Link)
That would be most awesome!
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