The weather has been nice for the last few days and the work has been sort of at a stand-still, so yesterday my brother and I went for an afternoon hike in the Gorge. It was pretty quiet down there, and we only saw about 10 other people in total. On the way up the wooden stairs I felt like dying, but I managed to make it all the way up without a break.
This morning my legs are stiff, and my back is killing me. I don’t recall doing anything specific to my back, but it feels like I tried to lift something I shouldn’t have. The only thing I can think of is perhaps when I was skipping rocks I twisted a bad way and something didn’t like it.
Today is just as nice, and if i didn’t hurt so much I’d love to go do it all again. It’s supposed to be shitty this weekend apparently, so if it’s nice tomorrow I’m finding a way to go hiking again (back pain or no back pain!). If I’m trapped inside all weekend I might as well do some work and enjoy the sun when I can.
I miss the ocean a lot. I wish it could come hang with us.
The purpose of this post is purely to demonstrate the lethal power of a cobra.
A simple morning sneeze, and Bwammo! you’re in a neck brace for Easter weekend. Although unintentional, this incredibly effective attack renders it’s victims (those lying next to the sneezing cobra peacefully) completely whiny for sometimes over 48 hours (there is apparently also some pain, but this has yet to be confirmed by any reliable source).
Beware of Cobras rolling the morning chronic or staring into the sun.
Last night, Holly and I took Roan and his friend Josh to the YMCA to swim while her and I did our “Getting Fit” routine. On the way home, the back seat turned into a “Would-You-Rather?” arena. Holly and I turned down the radio to listen, and I wish I would have had my camera, or thought to pull out my mp3 player (it has a mic and records up to 2 gb), because it was hilarious.
Roan: Would you rather… eat 100 bowls of slugs, no! wait… 5 bowls of slugs..
Josh: In how long?
Roan: I dunno.
Josh: Okay, let’s say an hour.
Roan: Okay, 5 bowls of slugs in one…
Josh: How big are the bowls? Like regular size bowls?
Roan: Like cereal, ya. Okay, 5 bowls of slugs in 1 hour, or kiss Hannah?
Josh: For how long?
Roan: 5 minutes
Josh: Oh, I’d eat slugs.
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Josh: Would you rather… eat that big Canadian flag back there, or kiss (some girl from Roan’s class) for a minute?
Roan: Ew, I’d eat the flag!
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Roan: Would you rather… have to live the rest of your life like it’s Nazi Zombies, and you have unlimited life, and unlimited health, and really awesome guns, or…. would you rather be a troll?
Josh: I’d be a troll.
Roan: You would?
Josh: I would get tired of killing zombies, I’d want to take a break.
Roan: Okay, for only until round twenty then.
Josh: How long would that be?
Roan: Uhm, about three days.
Josh: I’d kill zombies I think.
Above is a picture of something I found in a toolbox in our storage locker. My brother and I went there on the weekend to empty whatever we could (I was also secretly hoping to find my Kids in the Hall DVDs, but apparently I left them somewhere I shouldn’t have), and when I opened one of the boxes I saw this. It’s hand painted (even numbered), and hangs on the wall. I grabbed it because I thought Jon might want it. I’m not sure who it used to belong to, but I figure he’ll look after it. He loves anything to do with fishing.
There has been a permanent link to his blog(s) on the left side of the chronicles since it’s inception but in case you’re an unobservant longtime cobra cohort, or perhaps a crisp cobra newcomer, here’s a link to his incredibly popular fishing blog which has nothing to do with cobras (but is still pretty cool).
My friend Mike (the legendary Lemon Kurry Klopek) just posted this photo he took on his Facebook page. It’s a painting I did for him about 6 years ago, of the Freedom Eagle! When I saw it, I remembered doing it, but if he had of said – “Hey, I still have that beautiful Freedom Eagle painting you did for me…”, I wouldn’t have remembered it at all.
Then I realized I had proof I did this.
That’s me right there!
After looking at this photo I remembered all kinds of stuff. Most of it good stuff. I thought about all the fun I had during the time we had the shop. I then hear just now, about how a shop in Welland got closed for not having an autoclave. I’m so glad I don’t work in, or own a tattoo shop anymore. Although I would love to spend some time in one getting some work done – one with an autoclave.
I also just noticed I’m wearing the world famous “Taz” shirt, which was designed and donated to The Legendary Klopeks, around the same time by this cobra right here.
Fuck I’m talented. Hear that SVAT Electronics? You better.
Yesterday Mary Beth came by for an afternoon visit while I was working. She brought me a model her dad found of the Enterprise (1701-A). Her parents have an antique shop, and her dad comes across all kinds of cool things while going through people’s estates.
Whoever owned it originally made an attempt at completing the model, but seems to have given up at some point and possible started disassembling it. As soon as I opened the box I started putting it together. I can’t decide if I’m going to paint it. I’m not good with little details, and it’s full of them. I also have to figure out if the lights and sound work, before I go to the effort of chasing wires all through the nacelles, and up into the saucer section. They appear to be in fine condition, but when I put the batteries in nothing happened. I noticed quite a bit of corrosion on one of the terminals (looks like a battery leaked in there), so I need to clean that off before I go any further. If the board is dead, I’ll just cut the wires and build the ship without a fixed stand, or lights and sounds. It will still look totally badass.
One of the coolest parts of it all was the box and manuals. The box was crinkled and slightly damaged, but Mary said she could fix it and offered to frame it for me. I forgot to get a picture of it before she took it back with her, but I took some photos of this certificate thing that was also in the box.
I’m not sure what it’s purpose is, but it’s got sweet line drawings of the Enterprise, along with transcripts of Picard’s logs. The image is too small to see, but if you could, and you were as nerdy as I , you’d know that they are all from the two-part episode Unification, where Spock is duped by Romulan Senator Pardek in a plot to destroy Vulcan, and Picard (with the help of Gowron) and Data pose as Romulans to rescue him.
I’ve got this flattening under some books right now, along with the assembly instructions. I would like to frame them both eventually. I love them.
I need to get some steel wool, and see if I can fix the terminal. If I can, I’ll chase all the wires and see if I can talk a certain ceramic master into painting it. As much as I want the lights and sounds to work, I would be ok with copping out and just gluing the plastic parts together – no paint, no decals. That would be a whole lot easier.
The other night we all went for dinner at the Falls Manor. On the way into the restaurant, there is a cork board for business cards, and a payphone. When we walked in I saw the cover of a tiny pamphlet sitting on the payphone, and immediately knew it was going to be something religious and insane. I grabbed it right away, and brought it home to take some photos of it.
The images are great. I’d love to meet the guy who drew these things, and find out how he got that job. I took photos of the whole book (it’s short), so if you’re interested hit <more> and be saved.
Last night was Holly and my first night of busting our asses at the YMCA. The night before, we went and registered after bailing on Cub Car prelims. I was the only one who had to get their photo taken because the boys and Holly were just reactivating their memberships, where as I was a new member. Roan and I had been goofing around, so he felt it necessary to give me bunny ears in my membership photo.
Now I have to wear prosthetic fingers on my head whenever I go workout.
Here’s a couple images of a 12″ planer I modeled yesterday. They will be for the appendix of the book, and I forgot about them. I thought I had all the appendix drawings done, with the exception of one large model with two frames put together, to form one awesome pain in the ass. wood mansion.
I have a half modeled belt sander I plan to finish in a few minutes (after I update), then I need to do a couple more small hand tools, before moving on to the huge house.
I’m going to attempt to work mostly off my laptop today (as my raygun is rendering away on the desktop), so we’ll see how she holds up. I rarely use it these days at all, and when I do it’s for nothing more than blog updates, Gimp, or browsing from bed.
I miss using tools. Although modeling them is fun, and makes me proud that I taught myself enough to do things I thought were way beyond my potential a year ago, I want to master all these tools I’m creating, and not just play with virtual representations.