Incessant Chatterings of Yours Truly

Discussing whether or not husky dogs are creepy (Due to their blue eyes)...

Diem: I was taken down by a husky once.
Toccoto: "Taken Down" or "Mounted"?
Diem: Taken down.
Abel: Are you sure?
Diem: Yeah. It was on one of those leashes you put mentally handicapped kids on so they can run back and forth on...
Toccoto & Abel: *start laughing* What?
Toccoto: I think that's the first time I've heard anyone use the term 'mentally handicapped' while mocking them.
Abel: He's politically correct, damnit!
Toccoto: That's like saying 'Damn, those Native Americans sure do like their fire water.'

Today has been a strenuous day, and its only eleven am. Someone from my past told my sister that I was missing. Some vindictive person I told to go away two+ years ago. So I got a panicked phone call waking me up. When talking about jokingly 'allowing' our friend to kick her butt:


Diem: yeah, just what we need; some beaner from North Vegas to go 'straighten her out'.
Abel: Knowing her, she'd try to seduce him.
Diem: *visibly shudders*
Abel: Heh, hey man, you've been there.
Diem: Hey...
Abel: That black hole--
Diem: Hey...
Abel: --Between her legs--
Diem: Hey...
Abel: --Is her only natural defense.
Diem: ... ... *bursts out laughing* NONE SHALL PASS!! *suction/black hole sounds*

So, now that the holidays are officially over and Bear is taking down his holiday lights, Diem obviously needs something else to occupy his time. Because he is a bubbling crock pot of masculinity and must get those urges out in some manner, lest he explode!

But in all seriousness, Diem found the perfect project for us.

One day, driving into our parking lot, there was this sad little table sitting on the corner in front of the office. It was obviously abandoned to whoever would give it a home, but due to some rough handling, upon further examination, it proved to be missing a large middle portion where (presumably) a piece of glass sat. Two days in the hot Nevada sun and being handled with life, the varnish was peeling, it was rather rough and the little wheels underneath it were busted off.

POOR TABLE!

Well, our little apartment is rather full, especially with the inclusion of our friend Brian's ferrets; The Great JinJin Tititi Hoo Choo, Private Citizen and Baron Reginald Von Ziggenfaust III. Who we adore and our cat abhors. REGARDLESS! Of course we take this little table into our home and decide that we're going to fix it.

Not only are we going to fix it. We are going to improve it! BOOYAH!

But, first things first, we need to get the remnants of that varnish off of it.

So, we talk to our lovely Julie to see if she has a power sander. No such luck (But a great thing to keep in mind for her birthday). Lo and behold, though! Bear has not one, but two of them, so we can work on it in tandem.

Bear. My Hero.

The following is a visual representation of our struggle sanding down this table.



Before



After


Before


After






I felt so bad for our neighbors, but oh well! It's finished now! At least all the noisy parts are. We decided not to sand down the middle part just because it would take entirely too much time and effort and it wasn't in that bad a shape to begin with. Everything else is getting a rehaul, though!

Diem felt incredibly manly. Earlier in the day he went over to Dix's house and helped fix his bed. Then got to come home and play with power tools with me! YAY!

Next step: stain, varnish and paint. We discovered that the edge of the bottom piece had a wood-grain sticker on it and has some composite board beneath it. UGH! So we're going to paint it. It's just the edge. It's okay. It'll be fun!

-Abel