DIY disastersI just can't do power tools. They always fly out of control and end up embedded somewhere they shouldn't. I've no idea how I've still got all the appendages I was born with.
Add to that the fact that nothing ends up square, able to support weight or free of sticking-out sharp bits and you can see why I try to avoid DIY.
Tell us of your own DIY disasters.
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chthonic, Thu 3 Apr 2008, 17:19)
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Dad's BarbellMy own DIY disasters are legion, but most of them are very complex, irritating and boring so I can't think of a particularly worthy one. My long departed father however was a master of simple, majestic mistakes.
We were living overseas when Dad decided he needed a bit of exercise. He looked around for some weight sets but they all were very overpriced, and being a cheap bastard (an inheritable trait, apparently) decided why not make his own. He returned home with a bag of concrete mix. He found a sturdy bit of metal pipe somewhere and two paint cans to serve as the ends. He mixed up enough concrete to fill one can, set it under the center of the patio table (the type with a hole in the middle for an umbrella) and used the hole to position the pipe upright in the wet concrete.
The next evening on returning from work he tipped the table up, pulled the bar and first can out and satisfied with the result mixed up the second batch of concrete. This filled can number two, and the previous night's assembly was upended and positioned via the handy hole in the table to set up overnight.
The following evening on returning from work he borrowed a nieghbor's hacksaw and with much cursing sawed through the metal pipe, as having a barbell as a permanent centerpiece of the patio table did not appeal to him.
He was not the best handyman, but he was a wonderful man. I wish he were still around.
(, Sun 6 Apr 2008, 1:29, Reply)
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