Oh Captain my Captain: I broke my Saws-All! F*ck!!

Damn it! I was in the middle of an important project last night (construction of a bar in my newly finished basement) when I was taking a break from cutting a hole in the oak bartop I accidentally dropped my saws-all on the blade and it snapped! And as luck would have it, it was my last blade…further luck I must have jostled the gears because I tested the trigger and it gave a low grinding sound :eek: SHIT! I THINK I BROKE ONE OF MY FAVORITE TOOLS!

Then when I was pissed off at my own stupidity I threw my drawknife at the wall and dented the newly hung drywall :frowning:

Anyone else get pissed when they break something…? Ever throw something as a result of stupid pointless personal rage?

I always throw books across the room if the author does something to one of the good characters. George R.R. Martin’s books have tons of dents on them.

I also throw books if the ending is particularly sappy.

My husband, however, throws anything and everything he can get a hold of when he gets mad, and then gets mad if the things he throws get hurt. I can only hope he’ll learn someday. :frowning:

My father once had to physically restrain me as I headed out to my recalcitrant Datsun roadster, sledgehammer in hand…

I’ve destroyed about half a dozen remote controls. I have a Pronto now, and I’ve been soooo tempted to smash it, but damn, I paid like $300 for it and have thus far resisted the urge.

Ummm…how dry is that basement, Phlosphr?

Because, when the Spring rains come, I’m just a little worried that you’ll have a finished indoor pool…

No worries my house is built on a small hill, only half the basement is under ground. We’ve never had water in it… we’d never have put the faux wood flooring in if we thought there would be a water problem.

LOL, DH broke one of the PS2 controllers this weekend. He got ticked off at the game and whipped the controller onto the floor. :rolleyes:

Most definitively the wrong question to ask, if he’s building a bar down there.

Tripler
Not that I would know anything about bars in basements. . . :smiley:

Take the leap Phlosphr. When I managed to jam up my Milwaukee in a similar fashion (a two story drop) I took the cover off and did some surgery. It’s a frustrating 3-D puzzle of wires, grease, gears, linkages, and springs, but it’s compact and pretty easy to see that everything has it’s place. It was pretty clear in my case, a circular shaped gear towards the front had been cocked sideways from the fall. A little work with a pliers and a flathead screwdriver made things right, and my Milwaukee is no worse for the wear. A couple things. Unplug it first (I’m kidding. Kinda. You never know who’s going to read these things). Be patient. If you rush things it’s just harder to put back together. Pay close attention to the trigger area when dismantling, there are springs. Those springs are the biggest headache during the reassemble. The wires are a headache too, but it’s pretty clear that they have a path.

A few months ago, I needed to get confirmation from my employer that their health insurance did not cover procedure X, so that I could get Mr. Rilch’s insurance to finance it. My journey began at work, where everyone was either “away” or unable to provide written confirmation.

Back home I went, armed with some phone numbers. After being bounced around from person to person and left on hold for over half an hour, supposedly in a queue for a supervisor, though it was the receptionist who finally picked up, I was given another number to call. (And all the time thinking, ‘Did you get the part where I just need you to not pay for something?’) This call was answered by someone in another state, who knew nothing about the company’s policies in California.

Our kitchen table now has dents in it.

(I finally just checked off the box, got the receptionist at work to sign it, and faxed it from her office. Apparently no one researched it further, and Mr. Rilch’s insurance did pick up the tab for procedure X.)

I used to have a habit of throwing/skimming my controllers at the window in our living room. Luckily the layout meant that as soon as they reached the end of the cable length they’d jolt to a stop and flop onto the sofa under the window.

Even if the cable came out the jolt would be enough to bering them down in hit so they’d hit the back of the sofa and end up on the seat.

Occasionally one would hit the seat and bounce off onto the floor but no biggie.

Then a bought a Gamecube and picked up a wavebird controller - which i was well impressed with.

All was good until one day i got pissed and - out of reflex - lobbed the controller at the window.

It was at that exact point that i remembered why i was so impressed with the Wavebird -

  • it was wireless.

:smack:

BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!

Coffee. Screen. Windex?

MeanJoe