Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Closet "Project"

As any homeowner knows, unless you live in Port Charles or similar, there is always a list of stuff that needs to be done. As a matter of fact I will take that statement even further and say that, if you are engaged in any activity that does not involve painting a room, installing wainscoting, changing light fixtures, planting bulbs, etc, etc, then you might even feel ill at ease because you are "wasting time".

Presumably, the goal of all this labor is to give ourselves something nice to look at during the 20% of the time we are actually in or around the house and not sleeping. Or maybe the objective is to impress the paramedics who eventually come to drag our aged, overworked corpses off to the morgue: "Hmm. Looks like the old guy had a heart attack while re-painting his den. Nice hardwood floors, though..."

My personal theory is that we all have been bestowed a finite number of heartbeats to use any way we wish. Since we choose to spend them weeding daylillies, therefore, we are all morons.

Hey, I know you have you maintain your living space - you can't just let it decay away, after all. So when the family was in the middle of dinner and a huge CRASH! suddenly blasted from the rear of the house I what-now-ingly decided to go check it out instead of finishing up my pizza. Above and beyond the call of duty, that's me.

It turned out the shelving unit in my son's room collapsed. It was a cheap-o wire unit from Lowe's but it was pretty secure. It was only attached with drywall mounts but there were no fewer than 6 mounting points. It must have been seriously overloaded with blankets and clothes and toys and Pottery Barn Storage bag contraptions to rip itself out of the wall like that... It gave no indication of being weak before it gave way catastrophically.

The wife took all the stuff out and moved it to the guest bedroom while I patched the holes. I didn't paint the walls because it was more important to get a storage and clothes hanging solution in place quickly. "Lack of time" is also why I couldn't build one from scratch, which would have been cool.

No, instead I was forced to do what I swore I would never do again - buy and assemble modular furniture.

The handsome Allen + Roth Hardwood Closet System on display at Lowe's carries a sign claiming that it will fit closets from 6 to 10 feet wide. I was a little bummed because the width of my kid's closet is only 67 inches. Ok, no problem, I can just cut the shelf, I guess. It is "hardwood" after all so it should be ok... Wait a minute.

How can it be "6 to 10 feet"? The hanger poles might be collapsible, but those wood shelves sure as hell aren't. I call the Lowe's people over and they look at it and we all come to the conclusion that the sign must mean "6 OR 10 feet" - you just remove one of the 4-foot shelves - mystery solved. Then one of the guys took out a tape measure and measured the unit at 8 feet.

Urrrrr? Well... fine... then in that case they must have cut down the unit to fit in the display. Just load it into the truck before I change my mind.

I opened the box and began hauling out the particleboard pieces and angrily sorting them - "Hardwood, my at-symbol dollar sign dollar sign!" Whatever. Calm down. Assemble now, rant on blog later. After all, page 6 of the instructions says that the estimated assembly time is only 59 minutes.

That's right. 59 minutes. Not "one hour" or "about an hour". Not 58 minutes. What the hell? That seems remarkably specific. What was that, Steve the Factory Worker's personal best or something? Was someone trying to lamely impress Sarah the Tech Writer: "Yeah, baby, I can knock together one of these puppies in *snif* 59 minutes [flex]". Maybe it is a Chinese factory version of Name That Tune: "I can build that closet unit in... 63 minutes. I can build that unit in 59 minutes. Build that unit!" Again, whatever.

The items required for assembly are listed as a Philips screwdriver, a power drill, a 3/16" bit, a 3/8" bit, and a 1/2" socket wrench. This list is a little short. Unless you live in a magical world where your closet is exactly 10' wide and there is no gravity, you will also need a level, a hacksaw, clamps (or a vice), a table saw, a spare piece of lumber, a stud finder, a 12 mm socket wrench (not 1/2"), measuring tape, and at least one other person. Also you will need closer to 300 minutes because Factory Steve is a freaking liar.

The instructions are pretty good, although they do assume that you will be bolting the unit to the back of the closet through two studs(which, unless you have no baseboards, is why you need the spare lumber to act as a spacer). Why is this a problem? Well, given a standard stud spacing of 16", there is about a 1 in 3 chance you cannot use both studs (you do the math). I could only use one stud, myself, but both lag bolts are screwed through the spare lumber which is then screwed to the studs with 4" screws. This step was a giant hassle and took a long while to get right, longer even than the 59 minutes Factory Steve and His Amazing NASCAR Pitcrew Slash Furniture Building Team took to put the whole thing together.

The cutting down of the particleboard (grrrrr!) shelf went better than I hoped, as did the cutting of the cross bars (they weren't collapsible, it turns out). The assembly hardware is well labeled and the drawer slides are pretty smooth and quiet. The whole piece is solid and sturdy and I was very happy to get everything so level and perfect. Nope, that thing ain't going nowhere.

Damn shame I have to rip the whole thing out in a couple of weeks to prepare for hardwood floor installation.

*Sigh*

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Honey... Come Look at This...

Being the parents of a 20-month-old we have long since stopped being surprised at finding stuff strewn all over the house. Some of the discoveries are bizarre (finding a matching pair of our shoes neatly sitting in the middle of the hallway) or gross (smelling something kind of like pie then seeing half an apple slice gently warming on top of the Xbox).

Sometimes he abandons his toys in a position where they are striking enough for me to grab the camera. Here are some examples:


I found this tableau artfully arranged on the bottom step of the stairs in the living room  I call it "More Soggy Saltine, Goofy? No Thanks... I'm Stuffed."

I couldn't resist taking the time to cut out a thought balloon and taping it to his play barn for the wife to see the next time she changed him:


Needless to say, I found it hysterical.  My wife... eh, not so much.

Here's another one:


I can't really come up with a caption for this one. The only thing that springs to mind is "Worst Selling Playset Ever: Eviscerate Me Elmo".  If anyone out there can come up with a better caption (or backstory) for the above image, leave a comment.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Sabbath, Schmabbath

"...And on the Seventh Day, God was going to rest but got called in to pull a 20-hour shift at the Jamaican barbecue restaurant down the street instead."

Really, the thing that gets me most about this is that no fewer than three people needed to see and approve this before it was artfully painted onto the door of the restaurant.

'Bout Time...

Sorry about not posting for a while, but I have been slammed at work lately and I have been equally busy at home prepping things for a bunch of home improvement projects (new deck, new countertops, new flooring, and much, much more... It will all be in future posts :) )

So why is today any different? I rocked out a bunch of stuff at work yesterday and found some time to compose a quick note today.

I built this cabinet to help me recover work surfaces in the garage. It took only about 4 hours to put together - the Kreg tool really helped keep things tight and square. I will eventually take pegboard down from the walls of the garage and mount it on the inside of the doors of this cabinet (the shelves are recessed for that reason). Nothing too much to say about it other than it is on casters and is 80" high, 36" wide, and 24" deep.

Bored? Why not answer the silly poll in the sidebar to the right. C'mon... It don't cost nothin'.

Also, the new flooring project has inspired a new "Quote of the Variable Time Period". It is also in the sidebar.

Also Also, I would like to thank Agmorion for suffering a minor chemical burn recently. It was due to his colorful description over the phone of his bad experience while making soap that I was inspired to be extra careful when cleaning the wet ash-mush out of my firepit out back. I probably never would have identified it as a hazard for my 20-month-old in the first place if not for the phone call. I hope he finds a little free time to write up his experience...

Desk Restoration Project News

I put the desk up on craigslist but I have had no nibbles. I don't think I am asking too much ($60) for a solid wood desk and this is certainly less than I put into it. I think it is less than jimmydunes originally paid for it...

Not a problem, though. I feel I gained a lot of XP doing this project and it is for charity, after all.

Let's lower the price to $25 and see if I can get rid of it by this weekend. If not, then I will take it to a local charity and the Prize Pool will remain at "Braggin' Rights" (a.k.a. "zero"). I really can't be more passive-aggressive than this, folks, and I need to get this out of my garage to make way for a huge number of other projects in my queue...

Friday, March 12, 2010

... And Don't Call Me "Shirley"

I had to go to the store today for milk. So of course I bought a couple of bottles of wine, string cheese, Route 66 Sweet Potato chips, vanilla ice cream, dark chocolate Easter eggs, sea salt Soy Crisps, and milk.

Hey, if you want me to just get “a loafa bread, a quarta milk, and a sticka butter” then only give me a couple of bucks and pin a note to my jacket telling the shopkeep precisely what you want. Don't let me wander into a giant room full of bright colors and tasty things with a wallet full of cash. If you do, don't be shocked if I come home with, say, a handful of magic beans and no cow.

It is your own fault, you know...

The magic beans I bought today came in the form of the bottle on the left. It's trade name and slogan is “ChocoVine: The taste of dutch chocolate and fine red wine.” I presume since this is a Product of Holland that they know when the word “dutch” should be capitalized or not but no sense dwelling on that.

“Hmmm... Sounds gross,” you say. Then you say, “Well.. Maybe... I'll give it a try”. That's precisely why I plunked down my $12. Also, that's less than $1 per percent alcohol, which is nothing to be sneezed at in this economy!

How was it?

Well, you know how they used to have those Resee's Peanut Butter Cup commercials where, in the end, a happy accident brings chocolate and peanut butter together to make a wonderful candy treat? This is pretty much the polar opposite of that.

There are words in English that are technically synonyms but imply otherwise. You would probably want to be involved in a “plan” versus a “scheme”, for instance. You might feel more comfortable plugging in an electric “device” than a “contraption” as well.

This is not a “mixture”... it is a “concoction”.

It has the color of effluent (name your favorite) and the consistency of warm Ranch Dressing. It attempts to seduce you with its label proudly claiming 14% alcohol, but neglects to say that the other 86% is some kind of twisted joke on your senses. I have never read the warning “CONTAINS SULFITES” and thought to myself “Oh, thank God!” before today.

In case I am coming across as a wine snob, please remember that my bar is set pretty low. I have intentionally drunk poster paint and once seriously considered the merits of Vermouth and melted Pedialyte Popsicles as an after work aperitif (eventually decided against).

Well, I'm sleepy and a little sick for some reason, so, in conclusion, I will say I am sure this stuff makes a great gift, and I highly recommend it to all your friends.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Broken Bones

My son broke his collarbone yesterday at daycare. I guess he was running through the kitchen there, tripped over his own feet, and ka-snap.

That's all it takes, apparently.

He will be fine (as a matter of fact, he seems perfectly ok with having a broken bone). So what do we, as parents, do to prevent constant, Olympic-level worrying? Quit our jobs and keep him home 24/7? Stay seriously medicated on Whocaresatal ™? Encase him in Lucite?

Make peace with the worry, you say? Yeah, we know – we knew there would be days like this before we got into the whole “having a kid” thing.

We were just hoping for something easier...

Desk Restoration Project (Conclusion)

(Continued from Part II)

Ok.  Done.  Here it is. 

I broke down and painted it. 

The end.

I'm not mad...