I’m only posting to applaud DefyingGravity for using this Mission as an excuse to finagle a private office.
But, it could also be that IG cleverly stalled long enough to get the room for a pool table! Or something.
hehehe.
And guess who got to move the bed out (it was a guest room), bring a computer desk (solid wood) up stairs and a table down the stairs? Weren’t me.
Although it did take two nights; the first night he started at 10, came to bed at 2 a.m. I was all proud of him spending so much time making me happy. Then the next morning everything is the same as it was. His statement: “I got distracted by the Straight Dope.”
The only downside is that there is an ever-expanding jagged hole in my bedroom wall. And the initial Grapthar-motivational-fury has died down, to the point where Greg just goes in with this or that screwdriver every once in a while, glares mightily at the hole, gives it a desultory poke with a tool of some sort and then stomps out.
OK, that last paragraph could probably have been written better. Shut up. I’m only on my second Diet Coke of the morning. We non-coffee drinkers take longer to wake up.
Whenever I or the house need something done that must be done by Greg, I ask him, or tell him, that it needs to be done.
He says “I’ll add it to my List.”
Whenever something that should have been done days/weeks/months/years before seems to have been forgotten, I ask or remind Greg (always sweetly and tactfully).
He says “It’s on my List,” looking at me as if I were second-cousin Cletus’ stepdaughter Melly Mae, married to Skipper, who tried to ride the pig at BillyBob’s wedding.
So how do we deal with an ongoing project that is unsightly, unnecessary now, and yet was manfully invested in (and womanfully) to provide me with internet and was only asked for four years ago?
Where on the List does it belong?
I ask only for information. You men-people seem to understand each other at a level I hope never to understand. Women make much more sense.
OK… but tell me then why the bags of trash that need to go to the curb, or the five boxes of recycling to be smooshed, or the collapsible pool that is still out in the yard… why aren’t any of those things scary Tell-Tale Hearts?
Why can’t they gnaw away at him until he actually, oh, takes out the trash the night before to make sure it gets done, or if he leaves a dirty mac-and-cheese pot on the stove, wakes gasping in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, and stumbles downstairs to put it in the dishwasher lest his sleep be sweet Nevermore?
well?
It really is your fault you know. You are the one that choose to marry Dr. Lazarus of Tev’Meck and not Tech Sergeant Chen. The chicks always go for the guy that has the head like a rooster tail, and got five curtain calls playing Richard III instead of the guy that can actually fix shit. :rolleyes:
Hell if you had married Tech Sergeant Chen you probably wouldn’t have to climb stairs any more, as he would have put in a turbo lift. But no, you had go for the flash.
A couple of suggestions. Have you tried a wardrobe malfunction like Lieutenant Tawny Madison? If you don’t know what I am talking about refer to the historical documents.
Your other choice is to offer to kiss him the same way Laliari kissed T/sgt. Chen if he takes the boxes out to the trash. That might have some effect. I know it would with me.
I suggest you put it with his spade bit.
Okay, I’ll open up the ridicule-door.
What is a spade bit? Is it the thing living in the wall?
Heh.
Well.
I didn’t actually take into consideration his fixing-of-shit abilities when I chose him from the many contenders for my hand. However all women should. I should write a book for girls high school age and up about what to really look for in a man (hint: looks are one thing, but the ability to lift heavy objects and the willingness to change poopy diapers far outrank a set of flirty eyes, and the good-looking ones are usually vain and have a greater chance of cheating on you. So stop watching TV and movies and thinking that’s life.)
Anyway, Greg is actually pretty good at fixing stuff. He just has his own way of doing it. I believe he would really like to be one of those people that you see on the TV shows, who say “OK, let’s drill a straight line here” and go VOOM with the saw and the line is perfectly straight just by eyeballing it. Instead he has to work to get it like that. And he does; projects that someone else might do in an hour might take him a day and involve lots of graph paper and some new tools, but they will still get done very well. His dad was very into woodworking and Greg inherited his workshop tools.
Turbo Lift: Maybe Greg is more complex than you think… his current “Not On Official List” project is building an electric car. From scratch. By himself.
I just want the trash out and the dirty socks in the dirty laundry pile instead of the bathroom floor. I’m getting textbooks about electrical engineering and car manuals and graph paper.
Before the electric car it was one that would run on biodiesel. I think there are 5 stations in our state that sell the fuel, the nearest one being 50 miles or so away.
He always has an idea. This one has lasted awhile longer than most. I don’t usually shoot them down, with the notable exception of the time he said “Hey, let’s grow a coffee bush in the living room, okay?” It was too Homer Simpson for me and we have not spoken of it again.
Best moment of GQ: at the beginning when they are about to open the store, and Dr. Lazarus has to say his line for the billionth time: “By Grapthar’s Hammer…” <pained, tortured, internal struggle clearly visible on face> “… what a savings.”
Alan Rickman is a god. He’s on my 10-list.
It seems that I’m the only one here who hasn’t seen Galaxy Quest. So now it’s on my Netflix list.
So, all have been mysteriously quiet about the Quest at hand. 'Sup?
#1: I found the spade bit. It was, um, cleverly hiding on the work table next to, and partially obscured by, the drill bit box.
Shut up.
#2: I have decided to redefine the mission and declare success. The location of DG’s computer desk in her new office is right in front of a phone drop. Therefore, I will thread up a pull string by pulling one of the (two) Cat-3 phone cables into the attic, then pull the Cat-5 previously pulled for the bedroom and the Cat-3 back down. I’ve purchased the appropriate Leviton stuff to make it nice and neat.
#3: In no way does this mitigate, change, or redefine my intent to retrieve the eponymous drill bit in the wall. I shall overcome. And once I have succeeded, I will post in all the glory and honor befitting me so that DG and others may finally understand my drive to overcome.
#1: In honor of your request, I have nothing to say.
#2: Good move. A happy DG = a happy IG.
#3: Discretion is the better …
“With bated breath, and whispring humblenesse.”, I await your discovery.
And, re that bit, does anyone in your circle own a metal detector? I imagine one work on a wall as well as on the ground.
Gosh, I sure hope those cat3 cables aren’t stapled to the studs.
d&r!
This hasn’t been given much thought (or maybe I missed it), but I’d like to second the suggestion.
Check out a review.
You plug one device in an outlet near your internet signal and connect the two. Then you plug an identical device in the room where you want your internet signal extended to. Then you connect that device to your computer.
If they were stapled to studs with metal staples, they would be far less than cat3 in performance! And ought to be pulled out and replaced.
How does it come to pass that?
You’ve still got Halloween candy?
I’m impressed!
And I thought I was the only one who referred to my sweetie as SWMBO. 
What about the idea of just putting the wireless unit up in the attic that was proposed some time ago? I would think that would have been the simplest solution.
But that’s just me.
And thanks very much to Tastes of Chocolate for giving this thread to Threadspotting and calling it to my attention; I would hate to have missed it. Since I live in a house built in 1935, many of these tales have a certain resonance…to laugh is much better than to cry, no?
I want to move in next door to the Gravitys and be their best friends. Forever.