DIY disasters
I 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.
( , Thu 3 Apr 2008, 17:19)
I 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.
( , Thu 3 Apr 2008, 17:19)
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Not quite DIY...
But I was helping out on a restoration project of an old ship (metal one, from the end of WWII, long story...) and I ended up cutting out some of the old rusty steel decking out.
The best way to explain this is for you to imagine I'm upstairs in your bedroom, with a stick that has a flame on the end. This flame is about 1000°C, and I'm cutting out sections of your bedroom floor, that are dropping into your kitchen.
Obviously this is pretty dangerous, so people tended to avoid walking under the area I was cutting.
One foolish gentleman however, ignored this hazard, and walked under my shower of flame, sparks and molten drips of steel...
He got his arse set on fire.
This story would be amazing if he ran around screaming like those tiny men from Command and Conquer, but he looked at the back of his overalls, and simply patted them out, and wandered off.
Like so many of my stories, quite the anticlimax.
( , Tue 8 Apr 2008, 11:22, 2 replies)
But I was helping out on a restoration project of an old ship (metal one, from the end of WWII, long story...) and I ended up cutting out some of the old rusty steel decking out.
The best way to explain this is for you to imagine I'm upstairs in your bedroom, with a stick that has a flame on the end. This flame is about 1000°C, and I'm cutting out sections of your bedroom floor, that are dropping into your kitchen.
Obviously this is pretty dangerous, so people tended to avoid walking under the area I was cutting.
One foolish gentleman however, ignored this hazard, and walked under my shower of flame, sparks and molten drips of steel...
He got his arse set on fire.
This story would be amazing if he ran around screaming like those tiny men from Command and Conquer, but he looked at the back of his overalls, and simply patted them out, and wandered off.
Like so many of my stories, quite the anticlimax.
( , Tue 8 Apr 2008, 11:22, 2 replies)
Hahaha
I like to think he may have nochalantly muttered "tch, not again" to himself as he patted it out.
( , Tue 8 Apr 2008, 13:33, closed)
I like to think he may have nochalantly muttered "tch, not again" to himself as he patted it out.
( , Tue 8 Apr 2008, 13:33, closed)
!!!
That is pretty funny. It's the anticlimax that makes it that way. I'm giving you a click for brevity, however -- you're the first person on B3ta who I have seen write the words "long story" rather than indulging in a long-winded, unrelated story. This weekend I'll DIY a trophy for you. Horray!
( , Tue 8 Apr 2008, 19:48, closed)
That is pretty funny. It's the anticlimax that makes it that way. I'm giving you a click for brevity, however -- you're the first person on B3ta who I have seen write the words "long story" rather than indulging in a long-winded, unrelated story. This weekend I'll DIY a trophy for you. Horray!
( , Tue 8 Apr 2008, 19:48, closed)
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