Once in a while we have a poll (actually a contest, but don’t say that) for one’s favorite user name. Your two, seen together, win my vote hands down. 
BTW; Do you really roast coffee? I’ve been home roasting for quite a few years now, and thoroughly enjoy the hobby. No commercial roaster can match my product. 
With the possible exception of Tom of Sweet Maria’s in his beloved Probat.
I’m sure Greg will have volumes to say about this when he sees your post (he tends to have volumes to say about most things) but yes he does roast his own coffee. He orders the beans from the Sweet Maria’s company mostly, I believe.
I know when he’s roasting because he has the most god-awful roaster in the world. When it’s roasting time he goes into the bathroom, shuts the door, opens the window, and then turns it on. Horrible sounds like the wailing of souls in purgatory commence, and a foul odor similar to that of burning rubber tires emits straight through the bathroom door and fills the house.
And I like the smell of coffee. Greg has only commented that he is “Still working out the finer details of the perfect roast.” It’s only been about four years, after all.
AND I BOUGHT HIM THE DUMB ROASTER.
EmmaJane
P.S. Do you think if I made him Folger’s from a can someday and told him it was gourmet Brazilian beans, that he’d know the difference? I mean, we’re married a long time and he trusts me and all that so perhaps the difference isn’t that strong that he would suspect me of switching his coffee? (wait - isn’t there an old commercial based exactly on this coffee-switching premise?)
Well, whether he notices the difference or not, he would claim to believe you and drink it without complaining.
That’s one of the ways that he’s been able to stay married for that long!
I must ask, are you married?
To a man who loves his coffee? (or, er, woman?)
Like it is mother’s milk?
If he noticed, he would immediately shout “J’ACCUSE…!!” and convene an inquest. He actually does shout that, it was funny one time nine years ago but has lost its spontanaity. If I secretly switched ImGravity’s regular gourmet coffee with new Folgers crystals, then waited to see if he noticed, I’d probably get served with divorce papers by way of an answer.
So sorry, but I don’t think that’s the secret of a lasting marriage. I think we manage because we’re both superfast typists and we do best dealing with issues through email than face-to-face. That way he doesn’t start to shout and get all defensive and I don’t overreact and get hypersensitive. As long as we remember the smileys. I hate smileys.
Cheers,
EmmaJane
Fine, then. (sorry; I was traveling)
Assuming you can get at the top plate from above (by removing the plywood in the attic on top of the joists), and assuming there is a horizontal fireblock partway down, and assuming the stud cavities are filled only with ordinary paper/foil-backed fiberglass insulation…
Start in the ceiling. Drill a small hole with an ordinary bit through the ceiling drywall near the exterior wall. This is just so you know exactly where you are working.
Try to center your work between two studs. Use a studfinder (a real one; not the kind that just looks for nails).
From the attic side use the 5/8 spade bit to drill through the top plate. This is usually two stacked 2x4s. Drill the hole on the side of the top plate toward the interior wall. You want access to the plane between the drywall and the insulation backing.
Use the studfinder to find the (putative) horizontal fireblock. On a line directly plumb from the hole in the top plate cut out a 6x6 block of drywall with a utility knife, centering the cutout on the fireblock so that you have a hole into the stud cavity above and below the fireblock. Save the cutout piece to reuse.
Use a circular saw to cut a 1/2" deep vertical V groove in the fireblock; you will lay the ethernet cable in this groove.
Use the fishtape from the attic side and thread it in the plane behind the drywall but in front of the insulation, dropping it directly down so you can find it in the cutout hole above the fireblock. Tie a string or wire to the fishtape and pull the string back up into the attic.
Attach the string to the ethernet and pull the ethernet through the hole in the top plate, behind the drywall and out the hole above the fireblock.
Use the fishtape again and do the same thing for the hole below the fireblock down to the hole you cut for the receptacle for the ethernet drop (buy the kind of receptacle that has a pinch cling to drywall; not the kind you have to nail to a stud).
Thread the cable down to its final hole. Lay it in the groove you cut in the fireblock. For extra credit, cover the groove with a metal plate. You can buy these but their only purpose is to prevent someone from nailing into the unprotected cable.
Trim the drywall cutout at an angle all the way around the periphery and do the same with the wall cutout so that there is a groove into which you can squish spackle. Use hotmelt glue to reattach the cutout piece to the fireblock; you want this piece to be stable so the seam doesn’t crack. Fill the seam with fast-drying light repair drywall spackle.
Finish the terminus of each end of the cable and get the little woman online.
Figure out a way to get sex out of it–Congratulatory, Make-up (see above) or Gratitude sex might all be in order here, depending on the circumstances.
Leave whatever that thing was you left in the wall, in the wall.
Post back with your results (of the project; not the sex).
CP
Not wanting to be a wet blanket, but…
You’re in violation of electrical code, unless your network wire has 600-volt rated insulation. It’s generally a violation to mix Class 2 cabling with power in a wiring box, conduit or raceway.
I’m also concerned about the Romex and (just guessing at what was used for the subpanel) the SER cable being in a conduit. Were these cables properly derated to compensate for pipe fill percentage and the heat gain caused by being in a conduit?
Hew, hew, hew, that’s funny!
What we did was chop/chisel a 5-inch diameter hole in a 10-inch beam, so hopefully it has stayed intact unto this day. If not, i hope nobody was sitting on the john when it collapsed.
I have never ‘wired’ a wireless router before, so I don’t know what is involved, but…
Perhaps I am missing the point of getting the computer hard-wired, but wouldn’t wireless be a better idea? You said you’ve already got wireless going, and that the range extenders wouldn’t work from the router to your bedroom. You’ve also said that you’ve got wiring already available in the attic. Couldn’t you attach another wireless router to that wiring in the attic which is directly above your bedroom? Wouldn’t that be closer/easier?
Oh, wait, no power outlets…right.
[Miss Emily Litella]Never mind…[/MEL]
You come across as literate, intelligent, and funny as hell. We need more of that around here.
No–let me rephrase that:
We neeeeeed more of that around here.
hey guys, do ya think the whining worked?
I promise you, he would know before the liquid even contacted his lips. Use the folgers for compost and enjoy the fruits of his labor.
And welcome to this This Place.
Heh, good thread. This is why I usually refuse to fish outside walls in this manner. Insulation can be a bitch, so can any abnormally affixed cross member 2X4’s.
I presume you have a nearby corner that may only be a few feet from her desk? Either to the left or to the right of the workstation? One of those corners is going to have an inside wall abutted to it. I’d fish that wall 1000 times before I attempted to do the outside one. Right now, the only thing you’re out is an extension bit. Chalk it up to being a stupid dummy and fish the inside wall willya?!
YAWP!
How did this thread with a factual problem asking for educated anwers (and wild-ass guesses that could work too) turn into one where I think at least four people have offered or shared advice with my husband about how to maneuver this into sex?
I feel so … sniffle… violated.
I blame Greg.
So don’t dare try defying DefyingGravity.
Bonus points for anyone who knows the reference of that last line which is only slightly convoluted. You will be marked as wicked awesome and your experience points will increase by 39.
emmaJane
Hey, thanks. My mother has never given me that effusive of a compliment.
Can I make that line into my sig file?
I should point out that I have four children. All are 7 or younger. One has ADHD. Three are triplets. Three are 3 and a half years old.
Whining is something that I hear on minute-to-minute basis, usually several at once. I tend to sit there blankly until it dies down a bit in confusion and then say “Sorry, I don’t speak whiny, can you talk to me in a regular voice?” Then I get better tones of voice while they bitch and moan at me about how hard their pampered little lives are.
It works great until hubby walks in and says “HON-ey, I can’t find my SCREW driverrrrrrr!!! Where did you PUT IT?”
EmmaJane
I actually, er, don’t, well, you know, technically speaking, like coffee.
I love the smell. I love the smell of the beans, of the brewing, of the aroma of the freshly brewed coffee steaming from a big comfy mug… but the taste is vile to me.
Please don’t throw fish at me or anything, okay? I have sought therapy to no avail.
(I also can’t stand the taste of beer.)
thanks! 7 years here, and i’m nearing 85 posts! I was just waiting for a golden opportunity like Greg getting 7 varieties of tools stuck in a wall to post and meet all of you.
Boy I have I seen some drama come and go over the years here, though.
I was glad Greg registered with his own account though; I’ve been trying to get him to read this board for years as it fits his sense of humor/writing, etc. You know, in other words, he’s sarcastic and self-deprecating and kind of funny, like all the rest of us here.
But I’m not sure I’ll get him to pay in a month… suggestions from me take on a negative pall in his mind (although they often emerge a period of time later transformed into brilliant original suggestions from him).
If LOTS OF OTHER PEOPLE yell at him to subscribe, I bet he would. Going for subtlety here, you see?
EmmaJane
*Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I’m through with playing by
The rules of someone else’s game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It’s time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes
And leap…
It’s time to try defying gravity
I think I’ll try defying gravity
And you can’t pull me down*
You’re certainly on the right track but that’s not actually right; that line isn’t in that song. Not the way it’s worded.
Oh hell, I’m sure it’s Google-able.
Wow, I just saw your username. I bow down to you.
EmmaJane
One of the most interesting and amusing ones in a long time. Keeps me coming back for more. Who woulda’ thunk a thread on computer networking could be this much fun?
Er, Defying, the statement “three are triplets” leaves me wondering if two could be triplets? Or four? Did you fall in a pool of redundancy?
Well, it was in context of “I have four children. One is ADHD. One is a girl. Three are boys. Three are triplets.” It sort of makes sense. Just go with it.
Actually, it gets complicated when one of the urchins is off on a sleepover at Grandmother’s house, and I need to refer to two of them. Usually we say “Can you take Joseph and the triplets to the park?” “It’s the triplets’ bedtime.”
However after long annoying fumblings of “two of the triplets” or God forbid, using their names, I settled on “twinlets”. Greg recently referred to our daughter as a “unalet.” I think that’s taking it too far, especially since her actual name is only two syllables.
But to directly answer your question, I <b>live</b> in a pool of redundancy. I swim around it and paddle on a tangent-raft. I challenge anyone to follow a train of thought down so many side paths and tangents as far as I can and still fumble your way back to the original point (which usually makes no sense by then).
(This is why I tend to have a lot of parentheses in my writing.)
(Like those.)
EmmaJane
I’ve been told that twins are like kid[sup]2[/sup] (4 kids). So are triplets like kid[sup]3[/sup] (27kids)?
A friend has five kids, two of which are twins. She says the twins are actually less “trouble” than any one of the other three. I’ve heard this before.
(I’m a grampa. Kids are no trouble at all.)
I roast (DefyingGravity doesn’t drink coffee). I roast my own, I take a batch at a time into work with me, where I use a hand grinder and a Bodum electric vacuum pot to achieve the perfect cup.
When I recently started a new job, I made a point of offering cups to numerous neighbors, so as to ensure that no one handed me in to Facilities.