Home Photo Exhibit : In the basement, behind door number 2

I'm cleaning out stuff in the basement shop to see if I can make it workable, so I can maybe do one of the projects from one of the woodworking/home improvement magazines I've been buying over the last three years.

On one of the basement's outside walls is this big box:


I don' t know if you can get the scale of it from the photo. It's 42.5" by 16". That is to say - it's BIG.

And inside is this :

Now, it's right by the electrical panel, and clearly related to that. However, an electrician who was out to the house doing some other stuff said he'd never seen anything like this. Ever.

"Best not to touch that," he said. Yeah, I guess so.

"Throw the switch, boss!"

Hail can't stop me golfing

I began today's golf game alone, but Gus and Shy came along as I was starting the 2nd, so we joined up. About that time we all got hailed on. Yes, pea sized hail came down for awhile - a minute or two. It just about covered the first green as Gus and Shy came up to putt. Craziness.

That was the worst of the weather though and it was even sunny for some of the round. I shot 49, which is my average this year. No pars, but no snowmen either (that's an 8 for you non-golfers).

It was windy and we all had trouble hitting any of the par 3 greens. Shy was the only one to win any cash. We took three shots each on the last par 3 - about 180 yards into the wind, and only one of those shots got to the green. But Gus didn't win money with it, as he four putted after being just on by a foot or two.

Quote for the day

You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you.

Trotsky, June 1919

Opening quote from Dark Star by Alan Furst.

Quote of the day

There's a kind of freedom in being completely screwed, because you know it can't get any worse.

Matthew Broderick's character in The Freshman

From the "Need We Say More? Dept"

I got the URL reference to this web site from Burnt Toast magazine. It's strange to have such little content, but stranger still that page was created back in 1995, which is like ancient history for the web.

Funny thing is that I found like eating raw turnips last year after making a stew that involved cooking a bunch of root vegetables with the beef.

I've even had turnip cravings since then.

Nice day out on the links

It was a great day here yesterday for our weekly Wednesday golf outing. I didn't feel that I played that well, but putting was good, and I finished up with a 47. Pretty good for me.

I didn't win any of the cash though, as Shy swept the par 3s. Bastard.

I'm not sure how many more golf Wednesdays there will be, but hopefully a few more before the season ends.

Avast ye matey!

'Tis the day to Talk Like A Pirate! (or failing that perhaps like Keith Richards).

Arrr, Chumbucket and Cap'n Slappy have yer proof positive that good things come from your racquetball game. See'n they be comin' up with the notion of talkin' like a pirate back in the days of Nineteen hundred and ninety-five.

All was good with it but smallish were the celebrations until they hornswaggled the Pulitzer scupper Davy Barry inta scribin' a few wee words about the glorious day which be today a' course: September 19.

So, lift a sabre and greet all with a ho-ho-ho and bottle o' rum, and shiver their timbers, 'cause it be TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!