Tuesday, March 30, 2010

To Karen, my friend

Karen recently wrote about me.

What a gal! :-)

Yeah, I drive people nuts. Sometimes I do it deliberately. (Not often, I hasten to add!)

You know, this is a really difficult post to write. Karen is a dear friend, but we don't always see eye to eye. And that's the great thing about wonderful people and the Internet. Civilized. And, if I may be so bold to quote:
Despite frequently contrasting views on issues, Cathy, ReneƩ and Carolyn Ann shared an essential humanity: they knew how to keep a discussion politic, and not personal. No name-calling, no backstabbing, no excluding or attacking someone personally. When the discussion ended, no matter how passionate (or even sanctimonious) the posts became, the respect and the shared humanity were still there.
This is one of those moment where you say "oh wow".

What can I say?

You know what I can say?

Karen, I am proud you consider me a friend. :-)

Carolyn Ann

Not to be trusted...And other stories

I do this time and again.

I've got to be up in about... 4 hours. Instead of going to bed, I've got a fresh bottle of beer, and refilled my glass with a generous dram of 12 Year Macallan's.

Ah well. I've ridden 300 miles on less sleep, and more booze. (The night before, I hasten to add!) I've gone through interminable meetings. I've even dozed off in meetings after a night out. ...

Sprint,a telecom giant, was bidding for our business. They flew us down from DC to somewhere - I'm sorry, I forget where - and plied us with booze (the salesguy had heard the two decision-makers, my boss and me - liked a good booze-up) and then they showed us a ... video of their chairman yakking. I think I noted that my compadre's were asleep before I hit the (metaphorical) sack. The prior venue was notable for two, three, things: the presentation that said "Revlon" throughout, the quality of the booze and the genuine hilarity of the salesguy. And the fact that MCI got the time of our flight wrong, so we ended up taking cabs to the hotel. While they had sent a stretch limo to meet the next flight. Which, unfortunately, didn't exist. :-) We caught up the stretch limo. More accurately, it caught up with us. We were booked into our rooms. I smoked like chimney on fire, and was given a no-smoking room. With a balcony that I couldn't get to.

I set off the fire alarm.

Inadvertently.

Really. :-)

Afterwards we graced some of DC's best bars with our presence. I had better fun with Steve and Bob. but let's not be churlish. It was rather grand, especially seeing so many dolly birds dropping off a Congressman's arm. If I had to guess, I'd guess "Charlie Wilson". Not sure why...

Where was I?

Oh yes. Fetching another beer. ... No, I can't say that was where I was.

Metaphorically speaking. Metaphorically.

It's cold in here. The thermostat say 73°F I don't believe it. I'm shivering. I don't shiver at 53. Why would I shiver at 73? (To you Europeans and those Britons that can't recall British measures... That would be ... Googleing it... 22.°C. That's celsius. Or centigrade.

Whatever.

Nippy is what I call it.

Does the verb "googleing" require capitalization?

Shouldn't it be "googling"? That spare "e" makes for an awkward word.

I now have to be up in 3 and a half hours.

I just got a fresh beer. Oops.

I bought a case of beer. 8 bottles are left. What is the rate of consumption?

...

And I can still type. :-)

Sorta.

Once upon a time I used to say, at 11PM, "okay, lets go get druuunnk!" And we'd go to some unfortunate (fortunate?) bar and spend upwards of a few hundred dollars. One time we got our AmEx bill and the wife asked me about a ... rather large charge to a certain bar that has adult entertainment as its forte. Good times were had.

That's what pisses me off about these Johnny-be-good times. You can't have a good time without some left or right winger wondering what you're spending your money one. As if it were their wallet you were dipping into. I dipped into my wallet. Sulay taught me the value of dipping into my wallet; god know's, he dipped into his often enough for me. What a guy that man was. Him, Salah, Bill, Eldon, Chris, Mike A, a man could not wish for better teachers.

Ah. Salah. I miss him. I can never repay him, nor would he want me to - he would be insulted! Keeping a bar open in Stratford upon Avon. Paying a full hotel to find me a room. Paying for my ticket even when I told, threatened him with bodily harm.

He was sitting near the girl I wanted to marry. "Salah, you haven't been leading this lass astray, have you?" I asked. "No, but I can" he responded. She didn't quite know how to respond. We were in a London hotel. I'd narrowly escaped arrest, and a so-called friend of mine had narrowly escaped a beating.

If that man turns up on my doorstep, he has a home.

I lost track of him after the first Gulf War.

Damn. It seems like yesterday, and it was over 20 years ago.

Still, there are some people who can turn up and never have to worry about a place a stay.

One time I was on the train home, in Sheffield. I looked: "Fer fuck's sake!" I exclaimed. "Hey" he said. I forget the details. He's recently released and needs a place to hang out for a bit. "I've got a sofa, not too comfortable" It was in the second bedroom. We had a few beers, and I gave him a key. Know him? No. In the all time we hung out, I don't think I ever knew his name. I certainly can't recall it now.

Still, when he left, he made sure to get my key back to me. I think he also made sure that my place was not on anyone's list of places to hit.

He was a grand fellow.

I knew punk, once upon a time. His girlfriend was gorgeous. She once said to me "I like you because you don't ht on me!" I said "Why would I do that? As far as I'm concerned, we're friends!" Years later, I was sitting in s a friend's kitchen and she was complaining about how many of her friends' husband's were hitting on her. She mentioned she liked me because I didn't hit on her...

I'm loyal. Not dead.

I remember one night when I realized the true value of "I'm with you" versus "I'm behind you". Some Hell's Angel's "wanted a word" with my friend, Sid. I told him I was with him. He was so flabbergasted he bought the next round. (That was quite an accolade. His fiscal situation gave his bank manager palpations... Not that I recall him ever having a bank manager.)

That was an awkward moment or two.

I knew a lot of the Angel's. And I basically vouched for Sid. Yeah. I still wonder about that.

Not that I wouldn't stand by Sid. I'd do so even now.

Sod me if I know why. If I ever did, it's lost in the absent years.

One more beer.

My wife is going to be really mad at me.

It's probably ... ... ...
It is pathetic.

I think about times passed
to feel alive today

That's not sad, it's pathetic.

I wonder if anyone reads these meanderings?

There have been times when someone or other has said "so and so has more readers than you!" As if popularity is a measure of something or other. I don't measure my success by the reader count, although I'm told I should. I measure it all by a constant worry: "do I want to delete what I wrote before?" If I say "no", I'm successful. After all, any measure of success that includes quantity is not to be trusted!

Carolyn Ann

Britain introduces a death tax

"That's five pounds, six shilling thrupenny farthing, please"

"For what?"

"Dying"

"Come again?"

"You died. You owe the Treasury five pounds, six shillings, thrupenny and a farthing."

"What you going to do if I don't pay?"

"You have to pay. It's a death tax. You drop dead, you pay the tax. It's simple."

"Okay, you're a lune."

"There's no reason to get personal"

"I've just died, and you're taxing my estate to the hilt (I had a council house) and now you're taxing me because I'm dead?"

"Yes"

"Yes? Yes, what?"

"Yes what, what?"

"I'm dead"

"Yes, I know. You owe five ...."
"Yeah, you've said"

"What happens if I don't pay?"

"Erm..." (looks it up) "you're undead"

"I can see the Mrs again?"

"No, you're dead"

"Hang on a minute. You've got people at my funeral!"

"Well, we have to make sure you're really dead."

"What? I might be snowboarding in Monaco on the payments I get for being dead?"

"You might not be dead. You might be avoiding the death tax!"

"By pretending to be alive?"

"Precisely!"

"I'm glad you can see the sense in that!"

"Some try it, you know"

"What, pretend be alive, even though they're dead, to avoid paying you idiots?"

"There's no need to be like that! But, yes. People try to fool unemployment all the time."

"Being unemployed is a bit different to being dead"

(Perpetually unemployed youth) "Not if you're me!"
(His mother) "Oh shut up! At least you're not taxed like your Granddad was when he died!)

"Anyway, if you're unemployed, you're not dead..."

"Sir, not only are you dead, you're saying you're unemployed as well?... Are you claiming unemployment benefits while you're dead?"

Carolyn Ann

Death Tax. ... Say whaaa?

Apparently it took a little while for Andy Burnham, the British health secretary, to rule out a death tax.

Drop dead. "Oh, that's five pounds, six shillings and thrupence ha'penny, please."

I can see it now:

Minister: We need more money!
Civil Servant: How about a tax on living?
Minister: We do that, already! We're Labour, remember?
CS: Sorry, the Tories do it, too!
M: Yeah, sorry.
...
M: We still need more tax revenues
Junior Civil Servant: Why not tax hospital stays?
CS: We do that, already.
JCS: How about taxing you because you're alive?
M: We try very hard to not tell anyone we do that already
JCS: Sorry
...
JCS: How about taxing dead people?
CS: Hmm. Has potential. They complain about the tax burden.
M: They don't vote, either.
...
CS (Used to be JCS): The rate of taxation should be index-linked
Senior CS (used to CS): Yes, with a factor for the cost of living included
M (hoping to be next PM): Brilliant!

And so the dead became taxed.

On the other hand, it helped Britain become the healthiest nation on the planet.

Carolyn Ann

WTF moments

There are plenty of moments where you think "What the heck?!?" (oh! Oh! OH! The blasphemy. :-) )

The recent violence against Democratic Congressfolk. The idiot that posted a YouTube telling the world he was going to kill Eric Cantor. And his family. The (alleged) would-be murderer has, apparently, made his rabid anti-Semitism known.

Or the 8 twits that got themselves arrested for plotting - get this - to kill a cop, and then blow up his or her funeral. Killing more cops. Apparently they hoped to incite an insurrection. A Christian insurrection.

Yeah. Right.

I wondered when American Christian Terrorists would arrive. "Now", it seems.

Carolyn Ann

Rentacop

I must remember that rentacops are often off-duty cops.

The Mrs told me we had to go to the supermarket. "Okay" says I. Not being a fan of those institutions, I drop her off at the entrance. It's raining. Hard. Rentacop stops next to me and winds down his window. "Sir! You can't park here!" At least he got the pronoun right. Or wrong. Depending upon how you look at it. "I'm not! I'm dropping the Mrs off!" "You can't park here!" "I know, you just told me. I'm not - I've just dropped the wife off. I just told you!" "Move your car!" "I will if you get out of my way!"

At that point I realized that rentacop was actually an off-duty cop.

Ah well. At least my lipstick was new. Strawberry Electric. Revlon. :-)

Carolyn Ann

Monday, March 29, 2010

Exhaust(ing)

I'm aching.

I installed the exhaust system for the instant hot water system.

Sure, it sounds like an easy job. It should have been. It wasn't.

But I have a nice, shiny and code-compliant exhaust system in place. What a f**k**g job. I've wasted about $50 of sheet metal, went through two pair of gloves and ended up working bare-handed in the rain, with razor-sharp sheet metal. Talk about fun.

Oddly, I can't actually pinpoint what was difficult - each bit was relatively straightforward. Add it all up, and I couldn't stop bitching to the Mrs about it all.

But it's done. Thankfully.

Carolyn Ann

It's raining. I can't sleep.

So I'll go about writing something. :-)

Anything.

At all.

At.

All.

Hmm.

Let me check the news... Bombs in Moscow. Probably suicide bombers. Chechnya. 32 dead. What a waste. How the hell do people get to killing people who are simply going to work? There's something profoundly sick about that.

Not much going on in the Transblogosphere. It seems the whole "Ticked off trannies (etc)" thing has quieted down. Probably because people realized that they hadn't seen the movie, and judging a movie based on its trailer is probably not a good idea. Hopefully GLAAD is feeling a little embarrassed; although I must admit, I don't credit them with having enough grace for such expressions.

I miss riding my Ducati. I love her acceleration, her speed, her handling. I miss looking at her lines. (She's under a cover at the moment.) Ah well. At least I have a bike a ride! I must remember to buy a new rear tire for the Vespa; it's a little worn. Actually, it's closer to being a slick. Okay, it has no tread on it whatsoever. Well, perhaps at the edges.

It's raining hard out there.

I ache. Especially my left leg. My left arm is mitza-mitza.

This plumbing project is endless. One of the things they don't show on the telly are the mistakes, the difficult bits and the bits that go seriously wrong. Or the endless trips to the Home Depot to pick up something that you discover you need.

One thing to bear in mind with HVAC systems: if you need a 4" hole, you need a 4¼" hole. If you need a 3" hole, buy a 3¼" hole saw. And use a good drill if you're cutting into your house. I have a few excellent drills; my best one kicked back something awful when it hit a hidden nail. Fortunately, I have long experience with drills and difficult walls and wasn't caught out by it. Still wrenched my arm a bit, however.

I think I'll go back to bed. 'night. :-)

Carolyn Ann

Saturday, March 27, 2010

So much for completing that job on Friday... Or Saturday!

I've had it. I'm trying to get the gas-lines reconfigured, and it's taken me about 3 days, so far.

A day and a half were lost when I tried to construct my original gas-distribution system. It didn't quite work... Far too difficult to keep everything lined up. So... Plan B. Which entailed taking apart Plan A, and rebuilding. Let me put it this way: Plan A gave up its pieces with extreme reluctance. Another entire day was spent wandering from Home Depot to Home Depot, accumulating the assorted bits and pieces. I'm quite sure Moses had an easier task. Or maybe he was doing the same thing at pre-Biblical Home Depot's? I'm not surprised it took him 40 years to get all the bits he needed for his plumbing project.

Anyway, Plan A finally came apart, and Plan B is almost complete. But I'm getting tired, and I made a stupid error. Time to stop, I think. I've (very reluctantly) learned that my body can only handle so much, especially the left side, and if I take it just a bit too far, it basically packs in.

It's all looking good, though.

The water heater has been re-mounted, I've got the backer boards up, and I've got the old water tank disconnected and just about at the bottom of the basement stairs. That can go out during the week; I just need it out of the way, for now.

Mike Holmes would probably scold my efforts, but as he's in Canada, and my house isn't - I'll have to do the best I can.

Still. I'd not forgotten how much I hate doing plumbing. I'm just glad I can.

Carolyn Ann

Hitting the nail on the head

Charles Blow, writing about the right-wing anti-health-reform/Democrat frenzy, tells it as it is:
Even the optics must be irritating. A woman (Nancy Pelosi) pushed the health care bill through the House. The bill’s most visible and vocal proponents included a gay man (Barney Frank) and a Jew (Anthony Weiner). And the black man in the White House signed the bill into law. It’s enough to make a good old boy go crazy.
I think that about sums it up.

Carolyn Ann

That was quite an evening.

The Mrs had a really strong allergic reaction to something in an unfamiliar brand of rose-hip tea we're now leaning to blaming the shrimp salad she had a short time before the reaction stared. It was quite worrying; I pondered taking her to the emergency room, but fortunately the reaction started to abate. It took a few hours, but it's mostly gone.

Whew. That was a bit more than a moment of concern. I can't tell you how relieved I am!

Carolyn Ann

Friday, March 26, 2010

Ticked off trannies with knives

"Ticked Off Trannies With Knives", a movie by Israel Luna, is being shown at the Tribeca Film Festival, and is causing quite the stir. GLAAD, the organization that has yet to understand the English language, is leading an effort to have the film censored. Erm, make that not shown. Apparently there's a difference.

The movie is about a group of transgendered individuals who are attacked; two die, and the other 3 go in search of revenge. (That reminds me of a Tarantino movie or two...) The movie is a low-budget "exploitation" (in this case "transploitation") movie, and is supposedly quite violent. I don't know, I haven't seen it, and I'm not likely to. The movie poster is typical of the style, with lurid imagery and a corny blurb: "It takes balls to get revenge".

Three elements are upsetting people: the use of "trannie" in the title, the depiction of transgendered life, and the violence being portrayed. The trannie thing I'm going to basically ignore (at least for now), but the violence of the movie is worth thinking about.

Violence, including murder, against transgendered individuals is a continual issue. Far too many people get beaten and/or killed simply for trying to gain their identity. Sometimes the murders and beating make it into the press, more often they don't. It is, quite frankly, extremely dangerous out there. People are upset because the movie uses that violence as a central plot line. The assumption is that the movie is glorifying the violence. From what I can tell, it is.

But is that a reason to demand it not be shown?

1) The free speech argument: this is art, a film, and GLAAD shouldn’t be trying to censor it.
2) This is a camp film, and earnest people (trans or otherwise) obviously don’t get it.
3) Earnest trannies need to get over themselves.
The interesting bit is whether GLAAD is trying to censor it, or simply prevent it from being shown. GLAAD is not seeking to ban the movie, something they couldn't do if they tried really, really hard. They are simply demanding that the Tribeca Film Festival not show it, although I notice they don't demand the Festival withdraw it from their 2010 list. What GLAAD actually wants to do, I think, is prevent its showing. That's censorship.

Damien Hirst is well known for producing some truly offensive works of art. Personally, I hesitate to call them "art"; they are more exploitive than artistic. I have long considered Grayson Perry's "Right to Life" (detail) quilt to be extremely offensive, exploiting and echoing simplistic preconceptions and arguments. Chris Offili's "The Virgin Mary" is astonishingly offensive to many. I don't know who the artist is, but I once saw two halves of a dead rabbit, complete with blood, displayed. It was lit in a way that it took you a moment to perceive exactly what it was. Violence is a theme in art. Let's not even mention "Pulp Fiction", or "Kill Bill" or that other Tarantino exploitation movie "Death Proof". Indeed, Mr Tarantino seems to specialize in the things.

Mr Offili's work is probably the most pertinent in this discussion. There was a huge outcry when it was displayed at the Brooklyn Museum. Rudy Giuliani, then Mayor of NYC, tried every which way to have it removed. He even went as far as (illegally) curtailing the museum's funds in an effort to blackmail the museum's management. Free speech won. The right of the artist to offend any and all was upheld as more important than any individual right to not be offended.

What GLAAD, and more than a few others, are advocating, is that this particular movie, "Ticked off trannies (etc)" be censored because it's not sensitive, and it depicts something that is all too common, but with an uncommon result. Some people are offended by this movie, and they want to control the very public showing of it. They want to deny others the right to see the movie because they are offended by it.

It's not a question of whether the movie is in good or bad taste, has sympathetic or even accurate characters, or if it has a plausible plot. I don't care if it's camp, or extreme or derivative. The question is whether one group can deny another group the right to view what they want.

Another movies come to mind. "The Last Temptation of Christ" (Martin Scorsese). This movie was (is?) offensive to many Christians; they argued it shouldn't been shown, because it didn't depict Jesus as a the pure-hearted comic-book hero so many want him to be. Those many Christians didn't want the movie to be shown because they found it offensive.

Let's take a typical transgender problem. A lot of politicians want to deny the transgendered individual any legal protections whatsoever. They perceive the transgendered as an aberration, an offense against their god and other such nonsense. The transgender community fights such discrimination with vigor, arguing that those who seek to deny the transgendered their right to be themselves, that others do not have a right to say what anyone can do with their body and by arguing that efforts to control, dictate, how others dress or behave or pursue their lives are antithetical to the values of a free society. (Okay, I made that one up. No one argues that, although they should.)

But this group, and there's no doubt that the transgendered community is discriminated against both as a group and as individuals within that group, now want to censor someone's stylized depiction of them?

Indeed, I often write about how some transgender activist or other wants to curtail someone's right to utter offensive things. That old saw, "free speech for me, but not for thee" is getting tired. If you have a right to offend someone with your words, then they have a reciprocal right. It's simple.

For some, such as GLAAD, and Lisa Harney over on Questioning Transphobia, it's all about how the transgendered woman is depicted. Although Ms Harney does make a rather odd, and irrelevant, claim about "ownership of trans women's lives". For others, it's about how a "cis" (the producer is, irrelevantly, a gay chap) person had the temerity to produce such a story. (That one seems to be quite popular.) Astonishingly, they are arguing that only transgendered individuals can produce stories that have some aspect of being transgendered depicted. Some are also upset about the "trannies" in the title. The argument is that it's a pejorative and should not be used. I think Israel Luna, the producer, used the word quite deliberately: it wouldn't be quite the same as "Ticked off transgendered women, with knives". He obviously went for the controversial, and for the shock value of "trannies". The title is certainly in keeping with the kitsch-ness of the movie. Interestingly, GLAAD wants anti-transgender violence to be depicted in certain ways:
Films like Boys Don't Cry and A Girl Like Me: The Gwen Araujo Story have graphically portrayed the murders of transgender people. In a serious dramatic context, such depictions convey the tragic reality of the violence that many transgender people face. But in this film, repeated shots of a baseball bat covered in clumps of hair and blood are grotesque - and serve only as horror movie-like gore. Depictions of violence and brutality are immediately followed by ridiculous scenes that make light of the horrific crimes that have been committed. There is nothing funny about the murders of countless LGBT people who have fallen victim to hate-motivated violence.
No, there is nothing funny about the murder of anyone. Hate-crimes are particularly offensive. There we have agreement. "A Girl Like Me" was a serious movie, about a heinous crime. I haven't watched "Boys Don't Cry", so I can't comment on it. I generally avoid horror movies, especially the blood-and-gore kind that are so popular, these days. While I find them lacking in anything except contrived shock, I would never seek to prevent others from watching them. GLAAD, and others, are eager to control what others can view. Because they find what others are viewing is offensive to them.

How Mr Luna, the producer, decides to depict one group or another is for him to decide. He's the one using the story to make a statement. Whether the results are good or not is irrelevant; the marketplace has a strange idea on artistic quality, but it will decide if the movie is entertaining or not. The critics can tell us if it's artistic, camp or banal. You can decide if it's art, camp or banal, too. Mr Luna is not claiming "ownership of trans women's lives" as Ms Harney strangely alleges; he is not depicting violence to make anyone happy. He's using a particular form of storytelling that is guaranteed to cause offense; indeed, it solicits it!

I sort of fall into the first camp of Helen's list, I think this movie is protected by the first amendment. Sure it's obnoxious, and it's exploitive. I don't know if it's in bad taste, and frankly that's not important. What I do know is that once you start to censor something because you find it offensive, it's not that long before "Uncle Tom's Cabin", "Huckleberry Finn", "Catcher in the Rye" and even Shakespeare start to be censored. Because there's something in any of them that someone finds offensive. Seeking to censor someone's expression because you don't like it, and yet trying to ensure that speech you do like is protected is hypocritical. I am particularly appalled by the efforts to demand certain, sympathetic, depictions of transgendered individuals. How dare these people try to forbid anything but depictions they approve of! How dare they.

If people want to, let them protest it the old-fashioned and the new-fashioned way: by turning up with placards, and by launching Facebook groups. That's free speech - you get to protest the movie, and others get to decide if they want to see it, or not. "You" do not get the right to determine what others can see simply because you're offended by what they want to view.

The Festival's organizers should continue with their showing. If the movie has merit, it'll be noted. If it doesn't, it will also be noted. But the marketplace is the venue to decide these issues. It is not for some offended group to try and control artistic expression, lest offense be caused. If we ban artists, writers and movie producers from offending us, we ban free expression. All free expression. And that is why I applaud both the protest, and the showing of the movie.

Just don't try to prevent me from seeing it if I want to. I do not want you telling me I can't see it, because you find it offensive. I will make up my own mind about the movie, thank you very much. Mr Luna has a right to make the movie, the Festival has a right to show it, and I have a right to see it. You have a right to protest it. And you have a right to protest my defense of free speech. You do not have a right to tell me what I may say because you find it offensive.

Carolyn Ann

Update: There's an effort, on Facebook, to boycott the movie.

Another update: After a little more reading, I can't but think that Mr Luna, the director/producer of this movie, is a bit inept. Every time he's interviewed or makes a statement, he somehow manages to say exactly the wrong thing. Which, of course, simply annoys others even more!

And to clarify: I don't like the topic of the movie, I've never liked that particular form of storytelling and I still think that none of that is relevant to Mr Luna's right to make and show this movie.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Mr Frum gets an unexpected offer...

David Frum, ex-speechwriter for George W. has been told his recent criticisms of the GOP are "welcomed and celebrated" at the conservative think tank, American Enterprise Institute, he used to work at. They were so appreciative, they offered to let him continue his job at a magnificent salary of $0.

How could he turn them down? Well, I don't know how, but he did.

I see from the resignation letter the boss did the firing the old fashioned weaselly way: at lunch. Of course, he wasn't canned for ideological reasons - he simply didn't want to work for free.

So we now know that the GOP and its cohorts not only don't live in the same world as the rest of us - they don't want anyone to tell them that! They aren't myopic. They're blindfolded. What's worse, they tied the thing on, all by themselves.

I sincerely hope Mr Frum's obvious talents get him hired somewhere else, very quickly.

Carolyn Ann

Speaking out about the latest right-wing violence

Idiots are exhorting, threatening and committing violence because they don't like the health care reforms. Some have even threatened to assassinate the President!

Where do these people think they are? Iran? Iraq? Some third world dictatorship? Or do they think America is run by mob rule? They're like playground bullies, those fools who think might makes right and that the best way to win an argument is to beat those who object, or those they don't like. Like so many, especially those hip-hop twits we keep reading about, they equate "respect" with fear. And they want to incite as much fear as they can.

Even Sarah Palin got into the act, putting up a map of the US with gunsight targets over states that have Democratic pro-health care lawmakers.

They're fools. Bullies. Immature and dangerous, these people take bullying to new levels. Cutting the gas line of a lawmaker's brother is not a protest - it's potentially lethal vandalism. Publishing home addresses so more fools can go harass lawmakers and their families might be free speech, but it's obnoxious and low. Threatening to assassinate a Congresswoman is not protest - it's violence, pure violence. Harassing lawmakers because you don't like what they negotiated is not a protest, it's harassment. We went from epithets and diabolical insults before the vote to bricks through windows and advocated violence after it.

These people can't accept that the majority voted for health care reform. They can't accept that the majority voted for the Democrats (apparently no party has had 59 Senate seats since 1979!). They can't accept that Barack Obama won the election because the majority figured he was better than John McCain and Sarah Palin. Their answer? Violence. They operate from the same playbook as the insurgents in Iraq: don't like the result? Get as many as you can, maybe they'll change their mind, and bow to your violence.

Some of these pissants seem to think that they're defending The Constitution. They're not. They are abusing it. They're destroying it. They are shredding it. They are not defending it, not at all. Nowhere in that document does it say "if you don't like what your government is doing, feel free to use your blunderbuss to blast them to Kingdom-cum." These savages don't want democracy - they want you to do what they want, when they want, and they want you to do it at the end of their gun barrel. These people disgrace The Constitution.

Lock up those who advocate assassination. Lock up the idiot or idiots who cut that gas line. And lock up those who commit violence and acts of vandalism. They can then toss the key away, as far as I'm concerned.

Immature fools, lacking self control and any sense of reasonableness or fairness or democracy are not going to dictate how this nation is run.

Carolyn Ann

Taking a break

A quick break from cleaning out the basement. Or at least the bit of basement I'm working in. :-)

I had to give up on the CAD stuff - it was taking far too long. It's been so many years since I used any sort of computer aided design application that I spent most of my time looking up how to do things! Once upon a time I spoke almost-comprehensible French, too. (That would be about, erm, nigh on 30 years ago! Good grief. Where did the time go?)

A trip to the store yielded a new design, anyway. PEX pipe, I've written about it before, has come down in price so much, it's actually cheaper than regular pipe! That makes my job a little easier. The biggest problem so far is that I ran out of paint. I could have sworn there was a 5 gallon bucket of Zinsser concrete paint/primer down there. The only thing I've found is an empty 3 gallon pale. Hmm.

I tried to get my crew to cooperate. But they wouldn't. Bongo insisted on going to her room (the living room), Ebony wanted to practice his opera (he did), Oscar wanted some milk and a hug, Copper and Orange wanted to growl at each other, LC simply wanted to plains of New Jersey (the front lawn), and Spot ran away and hid under the bed. Cousin simply looked at me, perplexed, "Me? Work?" And Max was busy snarling at Orange. Who's about 3 times her size. She's about 5 lbs, he's about 18. He avoids her because she's so fierce. Jeremy was outside and refused to acknowledge me when I asked him to come in and start work. It's quite off-putting when a cat simply refuses to acknowledge you not only exist, but are standing there calling him out from under the bushes. What am I? Chopped liver? So I guess I've got to do it all myself. :-\

I put Ebony outside. He's practicing his opera out there. It's a nice day, and he likes to sleep in the sun. What cat doesn't?

Ah well. Back to work. I really want a bath tomorrow night.

Here's a picture of Oscar helping me lay the tiles in the hallway, last year: Oscar helping lay the hallway tile

He's so helpful. :-)
Carolyn Ann

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

The construction program for my plumbing project...

Before you start building something, it's always a good idea to know what you're going to be building.

Seems obvious, right? I doubt you'd be surprised at the number of times it's not always clear...

Anyway, we communicate what we're building by putting together a program (programme in the UK, and probably Canada). This tells us what we're building. (Simple, right? :-) ) For a large project, such as renovating many floors of a skyscraper, the program can be quite large. For a small project, such as my plumbing, if it's not on one sheet of paper, it's far too ambitious and needs rewriting. If you're familiar with software development, a program is a bit like that requirements document everyone ignores, but much more succinct. If you watch Mike Holmes, the bit when he describes what they're going to do is the "program". It doesn't have to be written, but I've always found it useful to have it documented.

Anyway, I've been working on plumbing designs and I decided to publish the program while I have a small break and a mug of coffee. :-)

It might seem a bit high-ceremony, but experience has taught me it's better than forgetting something simple. Kitchen remodels, for instance, often neglect to provide space for the trash! If you had a program that said "kitchen trash will be recycling, composting and other", you know that you need to provide space for 3 types of trash. :-)

So here it is:

Program/Plumbing
(I don't always put this in; but it's a good way of making sure you're working with the right program if you've got a lot going on.)

Rebuild the plumbing due to in-process and future renovations and the failure of the hot water tank. Also, redo the gas line, providing a manifold with shut-off valves for each line. The current gas line is over-extended and has no capacity for additional systems.

Provide electric and wall mounts as appropriate. All wall-mounted systems to be mounted onto plywood backers that are mounted to 2x1 bracing. Walls to be sealed and painted before work commences.

Gas
Lines for:
Cooker (1st flr), dryer (2nd flr), 3 fireplaces (1st flr), 1 fireplace (2nd flr), water heater (bsmnt). Future: 1 additional fireplace on 1st flr, 1 additional fireplace on 2nd flr. 1 fireplace in bsmnt games room. (10 lines)

Water
Cold water: toilets (1st & 2nd flrs), bathrooms (1 on 1st flr: sink, shower/tub; 1 on 2nd flr: sink, shower, bathtub), washer (2nd flr), kitchen (1st flr; 2 lines: sink, dishwasher), water heater (bsmnt). Future: solar water system (1 line, bsmnt), HVAC humidifier (bsmnt), outdoor kitchen area, pot-filler by stove

Hot: Comes from water heater. toilet sink (2nd flr), bathrooms (1st flr, 2nd flr), kitchen (1st flr, sink), washer (2nd flr). Future: outdoor kitchen area

Additional: garden hose outlets (3 existing, 3 new; 1 new at top of driveway). Rework the drainage for the sump pump; move closer to wall. (It's currently about a foot and a half away from the wall, and gets in the way of quite a lot of things, not least the "telecommunications center", where all the network, TV and phone lines are connected.)

Provide new in-house supply line, with shut-off valves at entry, before (new) whole-house filter
and at start of supply distribution point.

Shut-off valves to be provided at distribution point and at reasonable through-floor locations.

Each room to be provided with at least one dedicated line per utility.

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From all this, I can get:


Room

Use

Cold water

Hot water

Gas

Comments

Kitchen

Sink

X

X




Dishwasher

X


X



Pot-filler

X



By stove


Cooker



X


1st flr bathroom

Sink

X

X




Toilet

X





Shower/Bath

X

X



2nd flr bathroom

Sink

X

X




Shower

X

X




Bath

X

X




Toilet

X





Toilet sink

X

X




Washing m/c

X

X

X


Basement

Water htr

X

X

X

Electric needed


Hose pipes

6



3 existing; 3 to 4 new

Living Room




X

Existing

Dining Room




X

Existing

Master bedroom




X

Redo

Carolyn’s office




X

Future

Mrs’ office




X

Maybe

Definite Future







Outdoor kitchen

X

X

X

(Gas is existing)


Solar water heater

X





HVAC humidifier

X




One thing to be aware of is that the number of lines does not match the number of outlets. I need two cold water lines to the 1st floor bathroom, for instance. (1 for the sink and bathtub/shower, the other for the toilet.) The toilets will be on separate lines, by the way. If something goes wrong with one loo, it's always a good idea to have the other one available... Each room gets its own dedicated lines, too. All too often bathrooms are fed from each other; this is a good idea if you're building the house, but it's a pain if you need to close off the supply to one bathroom. Because of how plumbing is usually done, it's often that you have to turn off all the bathrooms, just to work on one!


So I basically have a heck of a lot of work to do... :-) But now I have something I can look at and check off that it's there. If it isn't, I know I have to add it.

Right, back to work. :-)

Carolyn Ann

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Change I don't want...

The hot water heater finally gave up the ghost.

The stupid thing is attached to a timed/automatic electric switch that's supposed to save money (it's an electric heater), but as far as I can tell, it's only purpose is to make getting hot water when you want it as inconvenient as possible. So I went downstairs to turn the water on for my shower - and there's water all over the floor! Something inside the thing has gone, and it's dripping water. The sump pump, wonderful thing it is, didn't work properly. It needs a shake, and then it's fine for a bit. The cold water supply valve was - naturally - stuck, so I had to fetch a wrench. Aftet that, I attached a hose to the heater drain, and have been letting it run all day.

And it's taken me all day to persuade MS Windows to run. Why is that important? Because all my CAD programs are on MS Windows. And I need to redraw where the new hot water heater is going to go. Not too long ago, I noticed two things wrong with the way I had it originally designed: one was a code issue, and the other was a convenience problem. So I've got those figured out, but for something like this, I want drawings. Fortunately I don't need a permit - I'm simply swapping one water heater for another. So what if they use different energy sources? :-)

Tomorrow, I'll be doing those drawings. Fortunately I found my copy of "Working Drawing Manual" by Fred A. Stitt. It's a guide book for architectural drawing! I found it invaluable at 55 Water St, and I need it again. It's been a long time since I did any architectural or home engineering drawings. As I told the Mrs - this is a bit more complicated, and has a lot more dependencies, than deciding "oh, how about a wall, here?" If I get this wrong, it'll cost a pretty penny.

I have to figure out where water lines are going to go, bearing in mind that the upstairs bathroom is going to move halfway across the house. And then there's the downstairs bathroom renovation to think of, too. And the redesign we're doing in the kitchen. And then there's the solar heating system I want to install, as well the HVAC system I'm quarter done with. Okay, I've done maybe an eighth of it... Fortunately, I have already run the required electrical lines; I even know where it'lltap into. I have one breaker dedicated to powering gas fires and this water heater. :-)

On Thursday and Friday I'll be doing that voodoo that I do so well. And hate doing. I really don't like doing plumbing. I'm okay reworking a car's fuel system (it's plumbing, too), but house plumbing? I hate doing it, but am quite glad I do know how to do it! If we had to hire someone, it would be a lot of money. It's going to be too much as it is! Fortunately, we have one of those new instant-water systems; it's gas-fired and will supply quite a bit more hot water than we need.

The other good thing is that I can rework all of the plumbing in the basement, so I'll never have to touch it again. "Touch wood", he says, tapping his head. The general goal with this house is to get it to the point where it doesn't need endless renovations to be useable in the future. Minimal maintenance systems and coverings are the watchwords. That's why we're thinking "stone" or "stucco" for the exterior walls, and things like "50 year warranty roofing" for the, er, roof. Besides, I have come to really loathe vinyl siding. Cheapest crap you ever laid eyes on, and what's worse is that it tries to look like clapboard. Instead, it ends up looking like a two dollar suit.

Anyway, while I'm working on this, I'm going to redo the gas lines. There's not a lot of room to add one or two more systems, so I've got a manifold, complete with lots of valves, in the works. It'll get completed and hung on the wall. It will give me at least 3 new hookups. Each will be individually valved, so I won't have to turn the entire house off whenever I need to change something, or if the cooker goes wrong (again) or anything like that.

(The water will be on two manifolds, and go through two filters. We're on well water, and it's quite acidic. One manifold will be for the hot, the other for, erm, the cold. :-) Bet you couldn't figure that one out! :-D )

One really stupid thing. I used to have a couple of "Using AutoCAD to do Architecture" books. Quite useful, and very relevant to the copy of AutoCAD I have. (AutoCAD 97...) I threw them out last year. Tossed them in the recycling. They were taking up a lot of space, and I didn't think I'd need them. So I tossed them. I could do with them, now.

Right, well. I'd better get on with it. I've got my dimensioned sketch of the basement, and now all I need is to get drawing in AutoCAD, TurboCAD and something called "3D Home Architect" which sounds better than it is. (Why two CAD programs? Different strengths; AutoCAD is good at the meta-stuff and basic schedules, and TurboCAD is good with the detailed stuff.)

Change I don't want, but will happy with once it's completed. C'est la vie. Perhaps Sarah can drop by; she can call me "Carolyn the Plumber". :-)

Carolyn Ann

Edit: Some really odd paragraph formatting from Internet Explorer. How do you Windows' users' put up with that app? ;-)