Update on the dog
May: encountered my first trouble with the Solidoodle printer. The computer rebooted while it was printing, which left the extruder in an undefined state -still burning. Burned the thing out. It's my own fault.*
Late July - October: in Ohio, taking care of my father's possessions. Sorted, packed, and brought them to California. I owe Chris a *huge* debt for his assistance with the move. He is a saint for putting up with my mother. Chris got to see her as she really is, and compared my Mom to his Mom. So, I guess we're both sons of bitches. Sighhhh...
So, what are these physical possessions, you might ask?
Lots of old tube-era radio gear. Lots of rackmount military, commercial, and spy radios. ( Note: "spy" != "James Bond". JB is bad fiction.)
Lots of tube-era electronic gear in general.
Phonographs - from about 1901 to electric. Victor, Edison, Williams, and a few others.
Phonograph records - from the late 1890s to the present, with the top of the bell curve at about 1922, or so. Thousands of disks, only a little over 100 cylinders.
Electronic test equipment spanning a wide time range.
Some tools; some crap. (metaphorical crap, that is. Although I have met people across an extremely wide range of lifestyles, I have not yet met any who stockpile human feces for use as anything other than as fertilizer.)
Chris recruited some furs from Sunday brunch for help moving stuff into a storage unit. After finding that to be more-or-less a failure, we got some people from Labor Ready to consolidate two storage units and a truck into one large storage unit.
If you want to hear stories, ask Chris about my mom or ask either of us about the DEA. Just in case you thought the war on drugs had any legitimacy whatsoever, Chris and I had some damn-the-4th-amendment proof that the law is nothing but a joke.
There's more to do, but the worst is over. Chris and I are probably gonna visit a husky in the hospital tomorrow, and I have to take care of a lot of garbage related to my credit union changing my credit card number right in the middle of my Ohio trip. That was not pleasant. I still owe thanks to plenty of people. Those who helped me put stuff in the storage locker, both on Sunday and on Monday. Mike for stepping in to take care of Chris's cats at a moment's notice when our plan A had emergency surgery. Especially Chris himself. He did not have a good time in Ohio, but he volunteered to do the Ohio thing anyway. That was a terrible pain in his ass, and although he'll probably never read this, I'm still extremely grateful for his help.
* It's a piss-poor worker who blames his tools; that's why I avoid running Windows. I made an exception this time. So, fuck me for running Windows.
Late July - October: in Ohio, taking care of my father's possessions. Sorted, packed, and brought them to California. I owe Chris a *huge* debt for his assistance with the move. He is a saint for putting up with my mother. Chris got to see her as she really is, and compared my Mom to his Mom. So, I guess we're both sons of bitches. Sighhhh...
So, what are these physical possessions, you might ask?
Lots of old tube-era radio gear. Lots of rackmount military, commercial, and spy radios. ( Note: "spy" != "James Bond". JB is bad fiction.)
Lots of tube-era electronic gear in general.
Phonographs - from about 1901 to electric. Victor, Edison, Williams, and a few others.
Phonograph records - from the late 1890s to the present, with the top of the bell curve at about 1922, or so. Thousands of disks, only a little over 100 cylinders.
Electronic test equipment spanning a wide time range.
Some tools; some crap. (metaphorical crap, that is. Although I have met people across an extremely wide range of lifestyles, I have not yet met any who stockpile human feces for use as anything other than as fertilizer.)
Chris recruited some furs from Sunday brunch for help moving stuff into a storage unit. After finding that to be more-or-less a failure, we got some people from Labor Ready to consolidate two storage units and a truck into one large storage unit.
If you want to hear stories, ask Chris about my mom or ask either of us about the DEA. Just in case you thought the war on drugs had any legitimacy whatsoever, Chris and I had some damn-the-4th-amendment proof that the law is nothing but a joke.
There's more to do, but the worst is over. Chris and I are probably gonna visit a husky in the hospital tomorrow, and I have to take care of a lot of garbage related to my credit union changing my credit card number right in the middle of my Ohio trip. That was not pleasant. I still owe thanks to plenty of people. Those who helped me put stuff in the storage locker, both on Sunday and on Monday. Mike for stepping in to take care of Chris's cats at a moment's notice when our plan A had emergency surgery. Especially Chris himself. He did not have a good time in Ohio, but he volunteered to do the Ohio thing anyway. That was a terrible pain in his ass, and although he'll probably never read this, I'm still extremely grateful for his help.
* It's a piss-poor worker who blames his tools; that's why I avoid running Windows. I made an exception this time. So, fuck me for running Windows.