Octopus Overlords

Skinypupy wrote:Walking down the stairs to my office this morning, bowl of cereal in one hand, yogurt and juice in the other. My foot somehow slipped out from under me, and I went straight down on my ass and slid down the stairs. Crunchberries, milk, and cranberry juice went everywhere, and I woke up everyone in the house (at 5:30am). After a clean-up, a second shower, and making another breakfast, I finally got my day started.

Couple years ago I did the same, with a plate of pancakes. I even managed to clean out a banister - snapped it right in half as I went down. Syrup and pancakes everywhere.

I just received a sling and it was missing a screw thing used to rivet it. Rather than going through the mess if returning it, I figure I'd just get the part and fix it myself.

A quick review of the manufacturer website revealed that they call it a "Chicago Screw". A google search for a Chicago screw revealed that it is also called a "sex bolt". Some call them "sleeve nuts". According to Wikipedia:

A sex bolt, (also known as a barrel nut, barrel bolt, Chicago screw, post and screw or connector bolt), is a type of fastener (nut) which has a barrel-shaped flange and protruding boss that is internally threaded.

NSFRobots

Learn something new everyday. Ironically, they are kind of hard to find in Chicago. Menard's has them though.

Talk about disappointing Urban dictionary entries.

Skinypupy wrote:Walking down the stairs to my office this morning, bowl of cereal in one hand, yogurt and juice in the other. My foot somehow slipped out from under me, and I went straight down on my ass and slid down the stairs. Crunchberries, milk, and cranberry juice went everywhere, and I woke up everyone in the house (at 5:30am). After a clean-up, a second shower, and making another breakfast, I finally got my day started.

Now I'm sitting at work, and my tailbone hurts like hell. I'm so damn busy, that there's no way I can get into the doctor to check it out though. Guess I'll pound the ibuprofen and hope it feels better in a day or two.

A few years back a lay on my stomach to work on the (clothes) washer and felt a snap in my chest. My ribs hurt for years until I saw a PT who happened to notice a rib out of place when he was working on my back. He popped it back into place and it no longer hurts but I now have rib that I can manipulate.

Laying down fucked up my ribcage for life? Thehell?

By the by, if I could see a PT every day for an hour a day for the rest of my life, I would sign up in a minute. I know people love their chiropractors. A chiro did nothing for me other curing whiplash I didn't know I had until it was going, after seeing one for a year. The PT never claimed to be able to do things a chrio claimed they were going to do but OMG, no back cracking, just muscle manipulation and you feel a billion times better for about half a day. Dude was my personal savior three times a week for a month.

Skinypupy wrote:Walking down the stairs to my office this morning, bowl of cereal in one hand, yogurt and juice in the other. My foot somehow slipped out from under me, and I went straight down on my ass and slid down the stairs. Crunchberries, milk, and cranberry juice went everywhere, and I woke up everyone in the house (at 5:30am). After a clean-up, a second shower, and making another breakfast, I finally got my day started.

Now I'm sitting at work, and my tailbone hurts like hell. I'm so damn busy, that there's no way I can get into the doctor to check it out though. Guess I'll pound the ibuprofen and hope it feels better in a day or two.

I'm guessing no dashcam footage?

Skinypupy wrote: Now I'm sitting at work, and my tailbone hurts like hell.

Busting your ass for the man.

My wife and me have both slipped and fell down the front porch stairs and they are concrete and tile.

She had our little dog in her arms and slipped. I saw her butt bounce each stair. The little dog was like "Hey can we do that again!" but my wife got a bunch of sore bruises and a chipped elbow bone out of it. Later by a few months the doc took that bone chip out in the office.

Me I was holding a flashlight for her in the rain as we went down and I slipped. Not sure how it went but kinda jarred me enough to fuzz my brain. I was laying there at the bottom, flashlight busted to pieces. I got up and came inside and sat on the edge of the bed to assess myself. OUCH! FF!!!!! cant sit on bed! I either broke or severely bruised my tail bone. I could not sit at all or sleep on my back for a month. Sleeping on my sides hurt but was doable. After a month I could drive..in pain..on a donut pillow. One of the worst pains.

I feel sure we can come up with a better definition for "Chicago Screw."

Way back when I lived on a big hill and I was walking to the post office, and I slipped on an inspection port cover (rectangle piece of metal as a part of a sidewalk, like manhole covers) and I went down pretty hard. Still walked to the destination and walked home, but it took me twice the time and I felt that for a week.

I'm on death watch for my oldest and most favored dog.
She can still eat and drink okay but just sits there looking lost and falling asleep. She can barely walk. Seems she can't lay down and be comfortable. I'm not sure if she's having trouble breathing or not. Arthritis is rampart in her body.She's going on 14.

Sorry to hear that, dbt.

Dogs deserve everything we can do for them.

Including euthanasia. I let my last dog suffer far longer than I should have for various reasons and I'll carry that guilt on my soul for the rest of my life.

This is not a judgement of dbt or an opinion on what he should do. I'm in no position to offer one.

Sorry dbt. Wish the little guys could talk.

Ah, Amazon's Kindle suggestions...you never fail to amaze me. Sure, I can understand recommending Jack Ketchum to me. I love horror stories. But don't make your second choice Nicholas Sparks. That's like recommending I should sit through a double feature on Amazon Prime streaming video of I Spit on Your Grave and Disney's Mulan.

Damn, it is dark in my office when the power goes out.
No windows.

What's your job title, professional veal?

hepcat wrote:What's your job title, professional veal?

Packaging Design Engineer. They keep us in the dark both literally and figuratively.

GreenGoo wrote:Including euthanasia. I let my last dog suffer far longer than I should have for various reasons and I'll carry that guilt on my soul for the rest of my life.

This is not a judgement of dbt or an opinion on what he should do. I'm in no position to offer one.

Ditto. I can't speak with any authority about dogs, but you know a cat is done when it stops eating. Regardless of whether dbt's little dog has a few days left or not, I'm sorry to hear it. Their lives go by so quickly.

Kraken wrote:Their lives go by so quickly.

If I could spend 14 years of life being as happy, carefree, and loved as my dog is it might be worth it. I wish I could be so excited and happy to chase a ball.

Paingod wrote:

Kraken wrote:Their lives go by so quickly.

If I could spend 14 years of life being as happy, carefree, and loved as my dog is it might be worth it. I wish I could be so excited and happy to chase a ball.

You CAN be. You just choose not to be.

Kraken wrote:Their lives go by so quickly.

Touching. If humans are elves to dogs, then cats must be ...

The cats must be touched by the Dark Lord Sauron - guarding their precious jealously. Their lives are long and stretched thin, like butter scraped over too much bread. We hear them in the night, gollum, gollum, hacking up hairballs. The pet door will not hold. They come... ... ..

Been some great posts here.

Sectoid wrote:

hepcat wrote:What's your job title, professional veal?

Packaging Design Engineer. They keep us in the dark both literally and figuratively.

So you are the guy they call when someone says; "Hey I need a box to put this in"?

Rip wrote:

Sectoid wrote:

hepcat wrote:What's your job title, professional veal?

Packaging Design Engineer. They keep us in the dark both literally and figuratively.

So you are the guy they call when someone says; "Hey I need a box to put this in"?

Pretty much. Although a statement like that would warrant a shot in the chops.
It is not a box, it is a carton and it is not cardboard, it is corrugated. Cardboard doesn't have flutes.

Sectoid wrote:

Rip wrote:

Sectoid wrote:

hepcat wrote:What's your job title, professional veal?

Packaging Design Engineer. They keep us in the dark both literally and figuratively.

So you are the guy they call when someone says; "Hey I need a box to put this in"?

Pretty much. Although a statement like that would warrant a shot in the chops.
It is not a box, it is a carton and it is not cardboard, it is corrugated. Cardboard doesn't have flutes.

Sectoid can get box for anyone!

Where thinking outside the box will get you fired.

What's in the carton? Come on! What's in the carton!?

Sectoid wrote:Damn, it is dark in my office when the power goes out.
No windows.

When I started here I had temporary digs in the basement while the finished our suite. In the basement in an old radiology lab. Lead lining, steel doors. No phone or radio reception at all. When the power went out (transformer blew up) it was total darkness. I happened to have a flashlight in my bag and found it in the dark.

I'm out of that dungeon now but I carry a flashlight on my person always now.

Most people use their phones these days.

I collect flashlights. I do not own a cell phone.

I carry one flashlight on my keychain and another if I bother bringing my dropleg carrier.

I use my iPhone as a flashlight at least once a week.

Sectoid wrote:Damn, it is dark in my office when the power goes out.
No windows.

You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

Is it poon tang or poontang?

I'm updating my Christian Mingle profile and want to get it right.

Holman wrote:I use my iPhone as a flashlight at least once a week.

An Olight i3E EOS AAA Keychain Flashlight is a vastly superior option. It's waterproof, incredibly portable, runs on a single AAA battery but throws out an impressively-bright 120-Lumen beam at maximum brightness.

there's something about the tone of Windows 10 status messages that makes my skin crawl. ugh.

a similar thing are the error messages in OS X that carefully avoid any admittance of wrong-doing.

Anonymous Bosch wrote:

Holman wrote:I use my iPhone as a flashlight at least once a week.

An Olight i3E EOS AAA Keychain Flashlight is a vastly superior option. It's waterproof, incredibly portable, runs on a single AAA battery but throws out an impressively-bright 120-Lumen beam at maximum brightness.

Yep, I have that one on my keychain. Though it's only the silver version that's 120 lumen (and cost $20). Regular black ones are 90 Lumen (and cost $10).

I had too much to dream last night.