On Tue, 25 Feb 2020 10:31:07 -0000, default <default@defaulter.neo> wrote:
On Mon, 24 Feb 2020 20:02:47 -0000, "Commander Kinsey"
CFKinsey@military.org.jp> wrote:
On Mon, 24 Feb 2020 13:20:26 -0000, default <default@defaulter.net> wrote:
On Sun, 23 Feb 2020 20:09:15 -0000, "Commander Kinsey"
CFKinsey@military.org.jp> wrote:
On Sun, 23 Feb 2020 19:57:08 -0000, default <default@defaulter.net> wrote:
I'm using one of those so-called space blankets (aluminized polyester
film) to shield the light emanating from a indoor hydroponic planter.
You mean marijuana farm
Actually no. My marijuana days are over. Too many side effects like
gallons of mint chocolate chip ice cream...
Never happened with me, I never got "munchies", just sleepy.
Besides the "high" I'd occasionally have total memory recall. I would
be able to remember some of my motorcycle bum days camped along the
Snake River in Idaho for instance. But the memory was in color, the
smell of the wood smoke, sound of the river, my GF, splinters,
mosquito bites, quite literally everything, just like being there
again.
The dreams I had while sleeping were much more realistic, like you're describing. But not while I was awake.
The copper was all black with either oxidation or some coating, and
the enclosed lights had insulation that was falling apart.
She paid an electrician some $3,000 to bring it to code.
Why are Americans obsessed with this "code" thing? In the UK we do whatever we like with our own homes.
The electrical code is there for a reason. It is rare to find a code
requirement that doesn't make sense. I do my own wiring. I don't
take chances with things that can hurt other people.
But when it's YOUR house, the government should mind it's own fucking business.
They do. I can do my own wiring, but if a pro were to do it and it
amounts to panel replacement it would have to be inspected.
That's the problem. If I call a pro to do some electrical work on my house, I should be able to say "just get on with the job and forget he code". But he won't, well most won't, the ones that do get my money
I did fix a panel problem on the incoming bus in my wife's house.
Your wife's house? I take it you're no longer an item
On Wed, 26 Feb 2020 19:29:35 -0000, "Commander Kinsey"
CFKinsey@military.org.jp> wrote:
On Tue, 25 Feb 2020 10:31:07 -0000, default <default@defaulter.neo> wrote:
On Mon, 24 Feb 2020 20:02:47 -0000, "Commander Kinsey"
CFKinsey@military.org.jp> wrote:
On Mon, 24 Feb 2020 13:20:26 -0000, default <default@defaulter.net> wrote:
On Sun, 23 Feb 2020 20:09:15 -0000, "Commander Kinsey"
CFKinsey@military.org.jp> wrote:
On Sun, 23 Feb 2020 19:57:08 -0000, default <default@defaulter.net> wrote:
I'm using one of those so-called space blankets (aluminized polyester
film) to shield the light emanating from a indoor hydroponic planter.
You mean marijuana farm
Actually no. My marijuana days are over. Too many side effects like
gallons of mint chocolate chip ice cream...
Never happened with me, I never got "munchies", just sleepy.
Besides the "high" I'd occasionally have total memory recall. I would
be able to remember some of my motorcycle bum days camped along the
Snake River in Idaho for instance. But the memory was in color, the
smell of the wood smoke, sound of the river, my GF, splinters,
mosquito bites, quite literally everything, just like being there
again.
The dreams I had while sleeping were much more realistic, like you're describing. But not while I was awake.
The nice thing was being able to revisit the parts of my life that
were exceptionally rewarding. Like that first time with a new woman,
catching a big fish, snorkeling and spear-fishing coral heads, docking
the sailboat into a crowded marina under sail power alone, the majesty
of mountain meadows...
I seldom remember dreams, and can't direct them. Most often if I am
dreaming a lot it is a symptom of something wrong in my life.
The copper was all black with either oxidation or some coating, and
the enclosed lights had insulation that was falling apart.
She paid an electrician some $3,000 to bring it to code.
Why are Americans obsessed with this "code" thing? In the UK we do whatever we like with our own homes.
The electrical code is there for a reason. It is rare to find a code
requirement that doesn't make sense. I do my own wiring. I don't
take chances with things that can hurt other people.
But when it's YOUR house, the government should mind it's own fucking business.
They do. I can do my own wiring, but if a pro were to do it and it
amounts to panel replacement it would have to be inspected.
That's the problem. If I call a pro to do some electrical work on my house, I should be able to say "just get on with the job and forget he code". But he won't, well most won't, the ones that do get my money
I figure most electricians are following rules without understanding
why they are doing things. Someone should be checking their work IMO.
One lab I worked at, had a new area opened up with new lab benches and
they contracted the work to outside electricians (big place with lots
of in-house talent but they let a contractor do this lab).
That turned up two mistakes some weeks later when the analyst running
the lab complained that he got a shock. The idiots had the ground
switched with the neutral at the electrical outlet, which was further
compounded with the instrument having the neutral wire connected to
the case and no ground wire - it was even in the schematics that way!
I called them and it turned out in the early models they had an
electrical noise problem and that was the fix.
I did fix a panel problem on the incoming bus in my wife's house.
Your wife's house? I take it you're no longer an item
It just worked out that way. She's was a "control scientist" at the
place I worked and divorced. She had her own house. I wanted to move
to the coast to sail and fish so got a job at a small lab by the
coast, then bought a house. She paid off her house with a stock
option scheme she was in, I paid off mine by doubling down on the
principle each month and had it paid in 4 years. We are still married
and take turns driving to see each other on weekends and vacations,
and other things. We love each other without doubt.
I had lots of chances to cheat and I never promised I would remain
faithful... I did promise to tell her if I did "cheat." (but that's
hardly cheating) I even got propositioned a few times and turned down
women because our own love-life was always very satisfying and I'd
already had a number of women before her and figured none could
compare.
She's honest and ethical, we like the same music, like to cook,
explore abandoned buildings, fish, sail, kayak, etc., and just be
together.
The copper was all black with either oxidation or some coating, and
the enclosed lights had insulation that was falling apart.
She paid an electrician some $3,000 to bring it to code.
Why are Americans obsessed with this "code" thing? In the UK we do whatever we like with our own homes.
The electrical code is there for a reason. It is rare to find a code
requirement that doesn't make sense. I do my own wiring. I don't
take chances with things that can hurt other people.
But when it's YOUR house, the government should mind it's own fucking business.
They do. I can do my own wiring, but if a pro were to do it and it
amounts to panel replacement it would have to be inspected.
That's the problem. If I call a pro to do some electrical work on my house, I should be able to say "just get on with the job and forget he code". But he won't, well most won't, the ones that do get my money
I figure most electricians are following rules without understanding
why they are doing things. Someone should be checking their work IMO.
One lab I worked at, had a new area opened up with new lab benches and
they contracted the work to outside electricians (big place with lots
of in-house talent but they let a contractor do this lab).
That turned up two mistakes some weeks later when the analyst running
the lab complained that he got a shock. The idiots had the ground
switched with the neutral at the electrical outlet, which was further
compounded with the instrument having the neutral wire connected to
the case and no ground wire - it was even in the schematics that way!
I called them and it turned out in the early models they had an
electrical noise problem and that was the fix.
Where I worked some Irish (as in morons) electricians mixed up a neutral with a live. It was because the UK colour coding had changed to the stupid EU colour coding, and the building had half of each while they were extending it. Since we had a large building and all three phases, what they ended up with was two phases connected to the outlets in a room full of computers, instead of one phase and neutral. So 340V instead of 240V to 20 computers. Much smoke, bad smell, I got called to see what was wrong.
My insurance claim to electricians: 20 expensive computers destroyed.
Reality: 20 of Ł0.50 capacitors destroyed in the PSUs.
Insurance payout: large.
Cost to the company: fuck all.
Unlike residential houses this bench did not require a GFI outlet. If
it had been required that could not have happened - newer GFI's can
detect a ground/neutral switch.
GFIs are for pussies.
I did fix a panel problem on the incoming bus in my wife's house.
Your wife's house? I take it you're no longer an item
It just worked out that way. She's was a "control scientist" at the
place I worked and divorced. She had her own house. I wanted to move
to the coast to sail and fish so got a job at a small lab by the
coast, then bought a house. She paid off her house with a stock
option scheme she was in, I paid off mine by doubling down on the
principle each month and had it paid in 4 years. We are still married
and take turns driving to see each other on weekends and vacations,
and other things. We love each other without doubt.
I had lots of chances to cheat and I never promised I would remain
faithful... I did promise to tell her if I did "cheat." (but that's
hardly cheating) I even got propositioned a few times and turned down
women because our own love-life was always very satisfying and I'd
already had a number of women before her and figured none could
compare.
She's honest and ethical, we like the same music, like to cook,
explore abandoned buildings, fish, sail, kayak, etc., and just be
together.
Sounds good.
The copper was all black with either oxidation or some coating, and
the enclosed lights had insulation that was falling apart.
She paid an electrician some $3,000 to bring it to code.
Why are Americans obsessed with this "code" thing? In the UK we do whatever we like with our own homes.
The electrical code is there for a reason. It is rare to find a code
requirement that doesn't make sense. I do my own wiring. I don't
take chances with things that can hurt other people.
But when it's YOUR house, the government should mind it's own fucking business.
They do. I can do my own wiring, but if a pro were to do it and it
amounts to panel replacement it would have to be inspected.
That's the problem. If I call a pro to do some electrical work on my house, I should be able to say "just get on with the job and forget he code". But he won't, well most won't, the ones that do get my money
I figure most electricians are following rules without understanding
why they are doing things. Someone should be checking their work IMO.
One lab I worked at, had a new area opened up with new lab benches and
they contracted the work to outside electricians (big place with lots
of in-house talent but they let a contractor do this lab).
That turned up two mistakes some weeks later when the analyst running
the lab complained that he got a shock. The idiots had the ground
switched with the neutral at the electrical outlet, which was further
compounded with the instrument having the neutral wire connected to
the case and no ground wire - it was even in the schematics that way!
I called them and it turned out in the early models they had an
electrical noise problem and that was the fix.
Where I worked some Irish (as in morons) electricians mixed up a neutral with a live. It was because the UK colour coding had changed to the stupid EU colour coding, and the building had half of each while they were extending it. Since we had a large building and all three phases, what they ended up with was two phases connected to the outlets in a room full of computers, instead of one phase and neutral. So 340V instead of 240V to 20 computers. Much smoke, bad smell, I got called to see what was wrong.
My insurance claim to electricians: 20 expensive computers destroyed.
Reality: 20 of Ł0.50 capacitors destroyed in the PSUs.
Insurance payout: large.
Cost to the company: fuck all.
Unlike residential houses this bench did not require a GFI outlet. If
it had been required that could not have happened - newer GFI's can
detect a ground/neutral switch.
GFIs are for pussies.
I'd rather be a pussy than win the Darwin award. My homemade
aerogarden has a circuit breaker and GFI. (a reason using conductive
foil doesn't bother me too much)
I did trip a GFI once and it wasn't pleasant...
I did fix a panel problem on the incoming bus in my wife's house.
Your wife's house? I take it you're no longer an item
It just worked out that way. She's was a "control scientist" at the
place I worked and divorced. She had her own house. I wanted to move
to the coast to sail and fish so got a job at a small lab by the
coast, then bought a house. She paid off her house with a stock
option scheme she was in, I paid off mine by doubling down on the
principle each month and had it paid in 4 years. We are still married
and take turns driving to see each other on weekends and vacations,
and other things. We love each other without doubt.
I had lots of chances to cheat and I never promised I would remain
faithful... I did promise to tell her if I did "cheat." (but that's
hardly cheating) I even got propositioned a few times and turned down
women because our own love-life was always very satisfying and I'd
already had a number of women before her and figured none could
compare.
She's honest and ethical, we like the same music, like to cook,
explore abandoned buildings, fish, sail, kayak, etc., and just be
together.
Sounds good.
I'm lucky - I think we both feel that way.