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Down the rabbit hole again - Project 4350
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Jeez alright already at least let me stir fry my noodles for a nutritious family meal before I don my raconteur's wooly hat.
And this might get totally deleted by the mods. Not that I would blame those hard working arbiters of TB's moral compass.
And this might get totally deleted by the mods. Not that I would blame those hard working arbiters of TB's moral compass.
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I'm already offended.
Do you have an apology speech and resignation on deck?
Do you have an apology speech and resignation on deck?
Ok ok alright already, so, let me just pull on my green raconteur hat...
And.......
So, we are working nightshifts on a job in North Portland. Industrial area, out past St. John's, right on Columbia Boulevard. Steel sheds full of Chinese import stuff etc etc. Anyway we have this Irish electrician working with us, Russel. In fact Russel and his brother, Richard.
Now, when I say Irish I don't mean they were from Boston. They were like really Irish, from a part of Ireland called Belfast, in a country called "Norn Iron". (It took me a while to get that, myself. I'll leave you to it).
Russel was a... unique looking individual. Squat and musculature of stature, only a little taller than my own 5' 1", with, a perfectly round shaved head that looked like a pink ball bearing. His brother, Richard, referred to him as "that wee bollock head".
Anyway, and this detail will become important later, where we were working was directly opposite a rather gaudily lit establishment called "Jag's Club House" which claimed to offer "cold beer, cocktails, lottery, dancers".
The more astute reader already knows where this may be heading.
So, fast forward to 1am on Friday (Thursday night shift remember), and there is what I can only describe as FURORE on our cigarette break (Yes, I used to smoke) as Russel is being pursued down the street by bandana wearing tattooed biker bouncers WITH A GOLD PAINTED CHAIR ON HIS HEAD.
My most pervasive memory of the entire scene is of the double doors to the club being wide open and Van Halen's "Why Can't This Be Love" blasting into the street, as Russel fled for his life. It was like a Tarantino scene. Truly bizarre, really quite concerning, and absolutely hilarious.
The next day we got the opportunity to question Russel.
He explained his situation by saying he went up to one of the dancers with a chair on his head and... I don't know how to say this within the bounds of TB decency, but he offered her a seat. Oh come on, just use your imagination. The young and no doubt innocent performer was, quite justifiably, outraged by her unwanted suitor's encroachment into her professional life as an entertainer, and contacted house management.
Which is why an Irishman was running as fast as he could, pursued by furious bikers, down a street in PDX, with a gold chair on his head, in fear of his life, as we all stood there smoking Camel Blues and going "Dafuq is going on ovah dere?"
I dunno I mean, some guys, they have their own ideas about how to approach a lady they might find attractive which may be ill advised. Russel was just one of those guys.
And.......
So, we are working nightshifts on a job in North Portland. Industrial area, out past St. John's, right on Columbia Boulevard. Steel sheds full of Chinese import stuff etc etc. Anyway we have this Irish electrician working with us, Russel. In fact Russel and his brother, Richard.
Now, when I say Irish I don't mean they were from Boston. They were like really Irish, from a part of Ireland called Belfast, in a country called "Norn Iron". (It took me a while to get that, myself. I'll leave you to it).
Russel was a... unique looking individual. Squat and musculature of stature, only a little taller than my own 5' 1", with, a perfectly round shaved head that looked like a pink ball bearing. His brother, Richard, referred to him as "that wee bollock head".
Anyway, and this detail will become important later, where we were working was directly opposite a rather gaudily lit establishment called "Jag's Club House" which claimed to offer "cold beer, cocktails, lottery, dancers".
The more astute reader already knows where this may be heading.
So, fast forward to 1am on Friday (Thursday night shift remember), and there is what I can only describe as FURORE on our cigarette break (Yes, I used to smoke) as Russel is being pursued down the street by bandana wearing tattooed biker bouncers WITH A GOLD PAINTED CHAIR ON HIS HEAD.
My most pervasive memory of the entire scene is of the double doors to the club being wide open and Van Halen's "Why Can't This Be Love" blasting into the street, as Russel fled for his life. It was like a Tarantino scene. Truly bizarre, really quite concerning, and absolutely hilarious.
The next day we got the opportunity to question Russel.
He explained his situation by saying he went up to one of the dancers with a chair on his head and... I don't know how to say this within the bounds of TB decency, but he offered her a seat. Oh come on, just use your imagination. The young and no doubt innocent performer was, quite justifiably, outraged by her unwanted suitor's encroachment into her professional life as an entertainer, and contacted house management.
Which is why an Irishman was running as fast as he could, pursued by furious bikers, down a street in PDX, with a gold chair on his head, in fear of his life, as we all stood there smoking Camel Blues and going "Dafuq is going on ovah dere?"
I dunno I mean, some guys, they have their own ideas about how to approach a lady they might find attractive which may be ill advised. Russel was just one of those guys.
At least he regarded her highly enough to wear his GOLD chair….
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He had literally punched the seat cushion out of the chair and rammed it over his head and I am laughing so hard now I can barely type
Sounds like a normal night on George Street (St. John's NFLD) though it probably would have been in a regular club.
The Jilted Be-Chaired Suitor. Is there no sympathy for him, Plighting his Troth, so to speak? His tragic wooing interrupted by Would-Be Pugilist Cyclers. Its a cold, cruel world, my friends. Happy Valentines Day, may your Woo be more sucessful.
Best selfie I've seen today.so, let me just pull on my green raconteur hat...
So many band names in this post.
It's funny you should say that. I have just discovered it myself this morning.
It won't mix up like it used to. You'll get so far with the water and then it just won't take any more, leaving you with a curdled mess. It seems you can only mix it thick now. This is not good.
I mean, ok, when I was a kid, and my first ever task in my dad's furniture making shop was mixing up the glue, I did mix it too thin. And I'd hear his patient tones as he brushed it on... "A little thin on the mix, Boo'.
Thin Mix Boo eventually became my DJ name.
I'm joking. It was my stripper name. As if you'd have that as your DJ name. Ridiculous.
But yeah so anyway I think I've overcome it, and have risked it on gluing up the body wings.
There should be enough clamps there to satisfy any glue-up porn fetishist. I'm gluing both wings up at once in a stack.
I like those little 4" clamps. I literally have a bucket full of them. I use them mainly for gluing up the fillets on stair handrails, where you soon use up 50 or 60 as you fly through installing the spindles, which although it may seem tedious and repetitive, is one of my favorite jobs. I think because, of the skill level involved. You even have to do math and learn to count. It also looks great when you get it right. Like makeup. Which I'm terrible at, despite even having had lessons. That's a whole other story.
I have glued up the Scarff joint on the neck block and this current formulation of Cascamite isn't filling me with confidence. As I cramp the joint up tight, clear water is squeezing out. Never seen that before.
I can see me running a tenon saw through that joint and using TBIII.
Eagle eyed readers will note that I saved the wedge shaped offcut from the time I sawed off the main neck billet to use as a clamping caul. You should probably always do that. It's why I have also saved the body wing offcuts.
I can see me running a tenon saw through that joint and using TBIII.
Eagle eyed readers will note that I saved the wedge shaped offcut from the time I sawed off the main neck billet to use as a clamping caul. You should probably always do that. It's why I have also saved the body wing offcuts.
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Never heard of Cascamite. Always used TiteBond, because I’m an amateur who learned everything right here in the TBLC. Doesn’t sound good though. I hope you come out okay, but if wishes were horses….
You could make them into glue?
A remarkable coincidence as Thin Mix Boo was my glue-up porn fetishist name.
