Sunday, December 26, 2010

monogramed wares, a crippled master and your new comrad Sophist

Its been a while since I rapped at ya'll.

1) I injured myself whilst in the act of being old, bringing back an old Ultimate shoulder injury. Having chosen a life free of clutter (like health insurance), I enlisted the help of an on-base Japanese Masseuse, a Mr. Richard Wagner. Mr. Wagner is about 157 yrs old and looks not at all unlike an American version of the Hunch Back of Notre Dame. I've heard he's a master at setting right muscles, tendons and skeletal ailments and charges just $28 for 45min of therapy/massage/cosmic advice.

After making my way into the fitness club as a "family member" I found Mr. Wagner's room, which i'm fairly sure is a re-purposed janitor's closet. He closed the door to the dimly lit area (accented with big-band jazz and swing instrumental music) and requested that i "get down to my undershorts and lay on the table." (no need to insert gay jokes here). After sizing up my joints and identifying my spine as that which belongs to a daily computer user, he set to work on the shoulder with a litany of Poking, finger stabbing, twisting and general manipulating. He couldn't quite stand up right and one arm seemed a bit lame, but he the hand strength of a retarded monkey. I'm not really sure what happened but when i got there i couldn't lift my arm and when i left, i could. Also, i smelled of eucalyptus and spearmint.

In the end, he didn't exactly make it magically better, but i think the problem lays more in the rotor cuff, and he seems to be a miracle man that focuses on muscles, but i'm still impressed by his encyclopedic knowledge of tendons and muscles.

2) Later, it was Xmas time and in celebration of Santa Claus's Birthday, i was given a set of monogrammed bath towels. I've never had an item that was monogrammed before and I'm quite certain this will eliminate the daily confusion and towel tomfoolery that takes place in the second floor bathroom.

3) Lastly, I learned that my great grand father was Russian. (it's true, it's true.) A random conversation with an aunt revealed that she was tracking the Sophist family's ancestral migration to the New World and doing so required the translation of some Russian paperwork belonging to great granddad. Apparently he was a Russian bloke living just this side of the Polish border when he decided to break east. this leaves unresolved answers, such as the origin of the Polish name and how he lost half his thumb (noted as missing on the immigration paperwork) but i'm working on the answers.

Thursday, December 02, 2010

Truck Update pt II

The blog environment is, fundamentally, still superior to facebook. The blog allows the telling of story with incorporated props like website links and photos. This is the evolving story of the 1988 S10 pickup.

The truck came with a terrible plastic be liner that was warped and generally tacky in all ways. I immediately removed it from my truck and my life, to the good will of my sensibilities.

Underneith, it looked like this:



That's actually not true... At first it was dirty but then i washed and lightly sanded it. The sanding was in preparation for a home-application spray in bed liner. See, the fancy spray in bed liners cost like $400 - $600 dollars, which is damn near as much as i paid for the truck. Your typical DIY kit is something of a roll-on job that's not much more than a thick paint with some rubber chunks, known to easily peel up and fade in the sun. Then i found Raptor Liner (RAWR!)



The Raptor kit is a two-part with a proper hardener, meaning it will cure like the paint on a car. Plus it comes with a little spray gun to hook up to your compressor.

Applying it could make for a whole sub-story, but just know it involved much tape and a lot of black speckles covering the items in the garage. Once applied it took a few days to fully set up and then it seemed to be champion.



I only applied to liner to the gate and floor and forward wall, while using a semi-gloss paint on the side walls. The Raptor Liner seemed to be tough as nails until today when I loaded into the truck a heavy box with screws sticking out of the bottom. This may be an unfair test but the material seemed to chip off in larger than necessary pieces. The freezing temperature may have had an adverse effect but i also suspect poor surface-prep. (could have used a heavier sanding and maybe a primer?) Either way, for the price, it would make a good material to spray, for example, inside a race car or on the bottom of an off-roader.








An besides, it still looks better than the rest of the truck. Plus, i picked up a VERY green steel box with a locking lid for storage. Added benefit: its heavy as hell (making it hard to steal and adding traction in the snow) The next step will be to weld up those holes in the box, ensuring something that resembles weather-resistance.

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

tuesday

You're all worthless and weak!