Sort of the Microsoft Windows vs. IBM OS/2 debate, amirite?? :D
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EEeeeeekk. Can't imagine dealing with a ladder while fully loaded with gear with smoke and flames all over the place. But it goes to show that it's the dumbest situations that will really fuck you up.
Re: being stuck on the roof, I used a step-ladder to get on the roof of the shed not long ago then onto the roof of the house. Once I got done up there I realized there was no way I could reverse the move on the step-ladder, too sketchy on the way down (I may have been really lazy and not moved the stepladder close to the roof when I went up). So I sat on the roof for about 20 minutes waiting for a neighbor or a dog walker or whoever, and nobody came. I eventually "downclimbed" the NE corner which has a tall fence I could step on. Had to lay on the roof and slide my lower half off the edge then flail my feet until I could touch the fence. My reasoning was that if I slid I would push off and fall into the really dense ornamental trees that line the side of the house. Even with a foot on the fence I managed to eat shit in said trees and get massively scratched up.
I got a lecture from Ms B when she got home about nearly repeating last year's fall. As a climber I keep telling myself it's no biggy to downclimb from the roof. Wrong. It's ultra sketch.
TLDR: gutter cleaning / swamp cooler winterization annoys me because I'm dumb and I risk falling off the roof every time.
I won’t climb a ladder unless my wife is home. She’s an RN, and has treated a lot of para’s and quads who got that way from ladder falls. She once told me she’d stick by me through just about anything, but “no heads. If you’re just a head on a paralyzed body, I’m out.” I’m not willing to test her sincerity.
I dunno
I’m not really here for that foolishness myself.
Excellent
My wife is fearless on ladders. Went to nationals on the beam in college. Trouble is, that was 45 years ago. In the last 2 years she's broken ribs, and ankle, and both bones of her forearm--all at ground level. And I still can't keep her off ladders. Or convince her that a swiveling bar stool isn't a ladder. Funny thing is--when we used to backpack she would be terrified crossing log bridges that gave me no problem, and I have terrible balance. Something about looking down and seeing running water.
I tried to teach her windsurfing but she panicked in water over her head when she couldn't see what was under her. Despite being an excellent swimmer and diver. There are no large marine predators in Donner Lake but I couldn't convince her.
Idiot drivers installment #8,542:
At a 4-way stop on a busy, narrow road. Driver to my right signals left turn. But instead of a left the fucker tries to pull a u-turn in this tiny intersection. His vehicle is too big to make it around though, so everyone gets to wait while he executes a 5 point turn.
For everyone's edification telling your wife to "put both hands on the fucking ladder" when you are 25 feet off the ground means you're the asshole. Even if you said "please" afterwards.
I really wish she'd consider the consequences of a ladder fall a bit more.
Tame Impala annoys me.
Digital velveeta.
sounds like she considered it
Local ski and bike shop employees with shitty “know it all” attitude and piss poor listening and customer service skills.
So, local ski and bike shop employees?
All the ones around here are good folks, except the owner of one shop.
Thanks to dantheman I’m eating a loaf of bread in a day and thanks to boissal I have to go to the store every day to get a new one. You guys are now both named in my in-case-of-sudden-death letter.
The sound of my wife stripping the head of another screw. For the love of dog, when you hear the bit start to spin in the slot don't just keep going.
Actual customer review:
This seemed like it was going to be a really great nail gun. Too bad someone stole it before I could use it.