For the late night arrivals- Here are some handy links to today’s top posts according to viewer popularity.
3 Gloria Steinem’s Plastic Surgery Hypocrisy
4 Socialism Explained in 3 Easy Steps
5 I Hope Comey Doesn’t Ask Trump For a Letter of Recommendation
cool!
Oh, goody! A listicle! (-:
/snark
This is a good idea, BFH.
Late night when compared to what time zone? 🙂
this is hateful to the unpopular posts
Reboot-
True. For me nothing is late night– it’s just another time on the blogging loop.
Someone squeeze a sponge over my head.. I’m starting to fade.
@reboot, @BFH – How ’bout “Last 24 Hours” instead?
Hot topics in the last 24?
Thank you, Fur! It seems that unless I’m ultra early, then I’m ultra late.
So, (who is it here who hates the use of “so” to begin a sentence?)…
So, today I’m doing a painting job for one of Geoff C.’s clients over on Beach Drive, right on the water, in West Seattle. Gorgeous day, perfect painting weather. I’ve been prepping and painting two banks of 16 divided light windows. Ton of prep because the guys who replaced all the glass (blown windows) decided to shellac all the wood with a silicon-type caulk. Bastards!
About a half hour into the task and I ran a sizeable sliver right through my left hand middle finger tip, from one side and out the other. (I get so queasy at the sight of blood I once fainted in my neighbor’s kitchen just because she wanted to take a look at just how badly I’d cut my finger once.) Anyway, the pain was exquisite. Then the blood, of course. No bandaids in my toolbox. The clients were home so they were more than willing to help. All patched up, back to work with my throbbing middle finger.
Not five minutes pass and now I’m using a fresh blade in my utility knife to cut and scrape MORE of the crap caulking off the wood and — yup — the knife slips and I drove that sucker down and into the end of my left hand index finger. Man, it’s deep. Grab more paper towels and back into the clients’ kitchen. Poor Mrs. can’t deal with the blood, so now it’s Mr.’s turn. Laughing, he tells me he used to be a medic in the Army, so he’s qualified to put on a bandaid. I laughed and said that in that case it seems customary I should get a shot of morphine.
Out the door, waving my three good digits and said “Keep the bandaids handy!”
Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
(I found a nice pair of cut-resistant, form-fitting work gloves on Amazon. Good price, too.)
HGTV’s new show –
Blood Bath and Beyond.
Damn, AA. cutting caulk isn’t fun.
Sounds like your knife blade wasn’t sharp either. Dull blades will cause you harm every time with all that extra force being needed then slipping off to cut something softer that it shouldn’t.
We live in a cement bomb shelter that is typhoon
proof. We’ve got more caulk than you can shake a knife
at just to keep us sealed.
Get a good razor knife pusher handle instead of a utility knife.
I had to uncaulk a tub and it was over a 1/2 inch thick, what
a brutal battle!
For cuts, buy steril super glue and bandaids. Works wonders,
military uses it and for the most part no scars (tested).
Duck tape digits to deflect direct damage.