A lady called me about renting The Headache House. I advised her to drive by it and peer into the windows. She never called back. My guess is that she didn't believe how bad the neighborhood was until she saw it with her own eyes. I tried to warn her.
Did you know that nine out of ten doctors say that I'm right nine out of ten times. But that tenth time, I'm usually spectacularly wrong. I don't mind it so much. (Well, sometimes I do.) All I ask is for patience, a kindly explanation, and good references. (ni is really good at this. Sometimes I think most of the time when I'm wrong it's something that he's right about, at least on the Internets. Or maybe it's the other way around, that most of the time he's right, I'm wrong.) In most cases I'll gladly change my mind. But I want good reason to do so.
I fixed the tire on my wheelbarrow last night. It's a tubeless tire that had completely deflated and separated from the rim. I did a bit of Googling and found a few tricks to try. The first was to put combustive fuel inside the tire (usually ether with the big machines, but lighter fuel is said to do the trick) and light it so that the resulting explosion reseats the bead of the tire onto the room. I did not have good results with this other than having some nice flames. The second is to wrap a rope or bungee cord around the tire and squeeze it down until the bead is set and then slowly inflate it. I couldn't get the tire to sit right no matter how I squeezed it. So I went with the third option, take pliers and rip the valve stem out and then go by an innertube to put inside. That worked.
I really should learn AJAX or some similar. The project I'm working on at work is absolutely crying out for it. If I stay in IT, I probably will but I think I'm going to put that off until such time as I get rejected by all of the grad schools I apply to come fall.
I'm hungry. Do the math.
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