Ka-Pow

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For the last few days, I have spent a couple of hours cleaning my shop.  I need some physical activity to keep me from going insane during the recovery from this flu. Each day, I came up from the man-cave and had to take a nap. Today, I didn’t. That’s progress. While I was moving stuff around yesterday, I unboxed a base cabinet that I had reserved for my bathroom. Most builders put the cabinets in place without modification. My bathroom has multiple angled walls and needs special cabinets.

After the cabinet was out of the box I examined it for how to proceed. The neurons were working full force, and within a few minutes, I disassembled a perfectly great cabinet in order to modify it to my specs.  I spent most of the day cutting, fitting, glueing, and screwing the pieces back together. The cuts kept getting fancier, and on the last cleat I had to tilt the saw blade at an extreme angle. I turned on the machine and got a tremendous flash and ka-pow. The lights went out. I haven’t blown a fuse on a machine in over forty years. Oddly enough, I had not even put the wood on the table yet. The machine did not like the set up.

Now, I have a new problem to solve, i.e. what went wrong with the saw? In the meantime, I’ll finish the job with hand tools.

The Man Cave Blocks a Writer’s Mind

I find my self in a horrible writer’s block. The ideas are not coming. Maybe it is because I am preoccupied with a building project in the Man-cave. I have had this project on the books for five years, and decided it was time to make it happen. Building a finished room is not easy for me. I watch the DYI programs and get the idea that building a complete house only takes thirty minutes to an hour. That is not the reality, especially if you are a one man contractor, carpenter, electrician, etc.

After my Lions Club projects wound down, I set the goal to complete the Man-cave by Thanksgiving. It would be simple; just take a simple baby-step everyday. The deadline for next Thursday is not realistic, but Christmas may be a reality. That is, if I don’t go overboard on decorating, both inside and out.

The man-cave is the final project in a series of projects that I envisioned when I moved into this house. Once it is complete, I will begin using my wood shop to do some intarsia art-work. I haven’t done an intarsia piece in ten years, but I still have the desire to create art from wood. A couple of my pieces are shown below. I also have  a burning desire to design and build  whirligigs. These clever devices combine woodworking with wind powered mechanical motion. Since the whirligig constitutes yard-art, the goal is to have one in place in my 2011 garden.

 

Dolphins

Winter Bear

In between all of this physical activity, I still take baby steps toward completing a new book titled “Nightmares from Obama.” Combine that with publishing a new serialized Christmas story for Grumpa Joe’s Place, and it is no wonder why Grandma Peggy feels like she is a widow again. All of these projects and self-imposed deadlines have me stressed out. No wonder I suffer writer’s block.

A single line from a hymn keeps running through my mind, “One day at a time sweet Jesus, one day at a time….”

My Art

Look at these pictures and you see into  my soul. Each one is on display in my house. Now, you don’t have to visit the grumpy old man. There is a piece of history, and a story behind each one of them. If you dare to visit, you will hear about how they were acquired, and where. Sometimes, I will even talk about the artist. The majority are prints, with a few originals sprinkled in.

Crash, Crash, Crash

I have lost all of my confidence in computers. In the last twenty seven days, I have had to reload the operating system on this miserable lap top three times. Each time, I began to recover and make forward progress when it would happen again. Needless to say, I’ve lost a lot of stuff. I have a back up from before the first incident, but have you ever tried to recover data from a Microsoft formatted back up? I thought all I had to do was to perform a restore function, and all would be sweet. I learned that restore only restores the program stuff. Data is excluded.

After a month, I found my contact list with all of my friends e-mail addresses. Yesterday, I worked for four hours to learn how to recover them. After that amount of time, I had successfully recovered ten contacts. Because they were entered in Windows Vista, and I am now on Windows 7 there is a problem. If I still had Vista loaded on my PC it would have gone smoothly, but I don’t even want the Vista disk in my house any more. Windows seven does not know how to accept data from a Vista back-up file.

I found a work around and can now transfer the addresses, but it might still be easier to retype them all. Has anyone figured out how to print a list of contacts from the Windows Mail Contact List? If so, I would like to know how to do it. I need a paper back-up to circumvent another dilemma.

1.)    My problems began immediately after I downloaded several security updates. The key board began skipping characters. I spent six hours on the phone with a nice guy from Dell computers in India. It cost $130 to learn that I had to reload the operating software. The pc began to work good again.

2.)    A week later, after I had begun to rebuild my e-mail contact list and learned that restore does not recover the data, I turned on the computer. I left as I usually do to have breakfast. On my return, the machine was downloading updates. I had forgotten to turn off the automatic update feature.   The key board began sticking again. This time I made up my mind not to spend another $130.00 to fix the problem. I read web site after web site trying different approaches to fix the problem. There are hundreds of reports about this defect since Vista first came out. After a week, I was really demoralized when it came to me in a dream.  I would simply uninstall every update since all the trouble started. It took over an hour of continuous button pushing to do it, but I uninstalled one hundred and twenty five updates without restarting the computer. That is a mistake, a very big mistake. When I restarted, the pc began starting up, and shutting down automatically. I figured this to be normal since I did uninstall 125 updates, and it needed a restart to activate each one. I just thought it would have to do this routine one hundred and twenty-five times to take effect. I let the machine run over-night. It was still looping in the morning.  I let it run another ten hours before I killed it.

3.)    I restarted the machine, thinking the problem would resolve itself with a reboot. No such luck. I performed all the diagnostics I could through DOS. All the components were sound.  The machine kept booting up into the start-up, shut down loop.

I called my son Mike for help. He confirmed all the same things I did. He tried re-loading the operating system from my original disk. It wouldn’t boot. Then, the disc would not eject. Mike played with it until he finally got the disc to come out.

Mike talked me into installing Windows 7. We did, and I lost my e-mail list, and what little work content I produced, again.

That is the story of why I haven’t posted or cartooned very much in September. One of my cartoons is titled “A Very, Very, Very, Sad Song.”  The gypsy is playing the violin for me now.

Another old problem has returned with Windows 7. I had a problem with the touch pad in Vista which I fixed by downloading a new driver which allowed me to disable the touchpad. The problem is back. Does Microsoft or Dell learn anything? Ever?

I know why Bill Gates is being so charitable. He is feeling pangs of guilt about creating Window

Wabbits-20, Grumpa Joe-1

The Wabbit War took a turn for the better yesterday. Grumpa Joe transformed himself into Jose the illegal grass cutter and mowed the lawn. He dreamt about how to deport all the illegal aliens from his garden. I would let them stay if they would only eat grass, he thought. They insist on steak instead. Over the course of the summer, the Wabbits took out twelve Asiatic lilies, a prize geranium, Sum and Substance hosta, sedum, lobelia, Rose of Sharon sprigs, moonflower, broccoli, brussel sprouts, my Count Dracula day lily, and they killed a huge number of tulips while I was in Arizona. They ate everything but grass. If they ate my grass, and kept it short, I would love them.  Instead, I am spewing CO and CO2 into the atmosphere and contributing to global warming.  I knew it, the damn Wabbits are melting the polar ice cap.

I was nearly half way finished with making stripes in the front lawn when I noticed some fur and guts on the stripe next to me. How did that happen? I ran over a baby “Oh isn’t he cute,” Wabbit. All I can say is that the Wabbit world is better off by not having this stupid genetically defective individual multiplying their kind. Any Wabbit stupid enough to hide in the grass, while Jose the Illegal grass cutter daydreams stripes into the lawn, deserves to be chopped into pieces.

I know, I know. My readership will drop because of my terrible attitude and lack of compassion for the poor. After all, they are only trying to make a better life for themselves. Well, shit happens. The Wabbits are still out scoring me twenty to one.