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Jan. 24th, 2007 08:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickIt's official -- my CD burner (the internal one) is dying. Stupid thing.
I got nine out of the ten I need burned. If I reboot the machine and try again, I can probably get the last one done. Those will be mailed out to the central processing location tomorrow, for those playing along with the music swap (and you know who you are).
Also this evening I made a really tasty pork curry thing. Yay me! (Technically it was supposed to be a chicken curry thing but I didn't have any chicken. Following directions for cooking is largely for other people and mostly pork loin can be swapped in for chicken without incident.) I'll have to pack some of that up and schlep it into grandma tomorrow. She likes pork curry things and this one is on fire. Go, go jalapenos! (Okay, they're not traditional, being sort of a New World thing, but they were what I had to kick it up a notch... and boy, did they ever.)
Dinner was delayed beyond the optimum hour by the phone ringing. Again. Oh Noes! It were der tenant at 321, the one whose secret psychic powers can tell when I'm sitting down to dinner. This was the one where I changed an oil filter the other day. The crufty oil *did* manage to hose the nozzle as well. Bugger. Fortunately, she has two brain cells to rub together, so I told her to take the old, dead nozzle (on the shelf next to the furnace) to Zimmerman's (the upper building) and ask for help getting another one like that one so that she would have it when I got there. She did that. I gave her five bucks (they sell for like $4.75) and put in the new nozzle and everything was fine.
Also, since she is continuing on in the "buying fuel oil five gallons at a time" mindset, I also took her a five-gallon bucket with a lid for dumping used-fuel-oil into. When you fill the tank five gallons at a time (and need to swap out filters and change nozzles and bleed the fuel line), you wind up wasting a lot of fuel oil... it's no more than the attrition you get with *normal* fillings, just you get it a lot more often. I told her that when the bucket got full of yuck, she was to call me and I would bring her a NEW bucket and take the old one away and that UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES was she to dump the yucked up oil back into the tank. (She's fairly clueful and can bleed her own fuel line and hit the red reset button. This is more furnace clue than lots of people have. I think she understands about not trying to use the yucked-up oil. If not, well, maybe I'll have to start charging her for filters and nozzles.)
I'm getting tired of visiting her during my dinner hour, but at least I'm not having to call someone else to come save me from being stupid and unable to troubleshoot stuff on my own. Christ, that's embarrassing. I hate having to admit failure. So, y'know, huzzah for fix0rly skills on my own part.
In other news: My mother is encouraging me in inappropriate learning activities. Go mom! From the email: When you last did the rawhide thing, you expressed an interest in learning the stone chipping/fletching thing. Laura's brother, Rod, drove me to Sarah's graduation and I mentioned this. He has sent me his tools on loan to experiment with, including a piece of obsidian as large as my head and a scraper blank. Stone age toolmaking, coming soon to a blog near you! (Okay, maybe not that soon because I have to go GET the stuff, but still. Won't that be cool?) (Yes, I'm a great big dork. What was your first clue?)
I got nine out of the ten I need burned. If I reboot the machine and try again, I can probably get the last one done. Those will be mailed out to the central processing location tomorrow, for those playing along with the music swap (and you know who you are).
Also this evening I made a really tasty pork curry thing. Yay me! (Technically it was supposed to be a chicken curry thing but I didn't have any chicken. Following directions for cooking is largely for other people and mostly pork loin can be swapped in for chicken without incident.) I'll have to pack some of that up and schlep it into grandma tomorrow. She likes pork curry things and this one is on fire. Go, go jalapenos! (Okay, they're not traditional, being sort of a New World thing, but they were what I had to kick it up a notch... and boy, did they ever.)
Dinner was delayed beyond the optimum hour by the phone ringing. Again. Oh Noes! It were der tenant at 321, the one whose secret psychic powers can tell when I'm sitting down to dinner. This was the one where I changed an oil filter the other day. The crufty oil *did* manage to hose the nozzle as well. Bugger. Fortunately, she has two brain cells to rub together, so I told her to take the old, dead nozzle (on the shelf next to the furnace) to Zimmerman's (the upper building) and ask for help getting another one like that one so that she would have it when I got there. She did that. I gave her five bucks (they sell for like $4.75) and put in the new nozzle and everything was fine.
Also, since she is continuing on in the "buying fuel oil five gallons at a time" mindset, I also took her a five-gallon bucket with a lid for dumping used-fuel-oil into. When you fill the tank five gallons at a time (and need to swap out filters and change nozzles and bleed the fuel line), you wind up wasting a lot of fuel oil... it's no more than the attrition you get with *normal* fillings, just you get it a lot more often. I told her that when the bucket got full of yuck, she was to call me and I would bring her a NEW bucket and take the old one away and that UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES was she to dump the yucked up oil back into the tank. (She's fairly clueful and can bleed her own fuel line and hit the red reset button. This is more furnace clue than lots of people have. I think she understands about not trying to use the yucked-up oil. If not, well, maybe I'll have to start charging her for filters and nozzles.)
I'm getting tired of visiting her during my dinner hour, but at least I'm not having to call someone else to come save me from being stupid and unable to troubleshoot stuff on my own. Christ, that's embarrassing. I hate having to admit failure. So, y'know, huzzah for fix0rly skills on my own part.
In other news: My mother is encouraging me in inappropriate learning activities. Go mom! From the email: When you last did the rawhide thing, you expressed an interest in learning the stone chipping/fletching thing. Laura's brother, Rod, drove me to Sarah's graduation and I mentioned this. He has sent me his tools on loan to experiment with, including a piece of obsidian as large as my head and a scraper blank. Stone age toolmaking, coming soon to a blog near you! (Okay, maybe not that soon because I have to go GET the stuff, but still. Won't that be cool?) (Yes, I'm a great big dork. What was your first clue?)
