Alrighty.
This is probably gonna seem like a boring topic - since there are other threads that completely destroy what I am about to do.
[à la Eddy's Studio Build]
But - I still wanted to share it with somebody - seeing as I have no friends who give two squirts of piss about this type of thing.
My wife is evicting me. Well ... that might be a little harsh ... but she is strongly encouraging me to get my humble setup out of the house.
So I am gonna move my stuff into our utility room.
The only problem(s) are:
* very small space
* no insulation
* I have no money for this type of thing
* puny amount of equipment that I have doesn't warrant a space of its own
* I'm disabled, which means I will have to pay somebody, or ask family to
help out with this "deconstruction"
So, when given a bag of lemons, you make lemonade, right?
Yeah ... "and then that lemonade turns bitter, ferments and turns to pigswill"
The space is small. Really small. Like - a little larger than a jail cell.
20' (L) x 8' (W) x 9' (H)
Since the space is so small - nobody wanted to come out and give me some styrofoam insulation in the wall cavity.
I wanted styrofoam because I like the thought of being inside an ice chest when it's hotter than hell outside!
But apparently - due to my small size - nobody around here wanted to give Ol' Uncle Scott the blow job.
The (2) companies I spoke to said I just wasn't big enough for their efforts.
Fucker heads. How dare they tell me I'm too small. Don't they know that shit scars a man for life. Why's it always come down to size?? Doesn't my passion count for anything?!!!
So that means I'm gonna have to go with the regular stuff, I guess.
Next thing is the money factor. I have none. I haven't been able to work for apprx six yrs. Long story. The short version is this: five "operations" on my back; and probably half a dozen "procedures" done on my back, legs, and nerves (which are shot, by the way). I walk like the fuggin' Hunchback of Notre-Dame. I'm not much prettier, either! But I have to use a cane to get around. I need to paint some flames or something on the side of my cane ... or get one of those kewl ones that have a dagger "hidden" in the handle. Whoa! I'd give new meaning to "crip with an attitude"
But I digress.
So now I am wondering: should I even go through with this pain in the ass project? I only have a couple of things to put in the "Box." And that shit isn't even kewl enough to talk about.
You're fuggin right I'm gonna go through with it.
Fuck the nay-sayers!!!!!! And fuck my conscience, too!
So the small project begins.
(more to come in a moment - gotta go play Daddy for a bit)
Take care
Scott
This is probably gonna seem like a boring topic - since there are other threads that completely destroy what I am about to do.
[à la Eddy's Studio Build]
But - I still wanted to share it with somebody - seeing as I have no friends who give two squirts of piss about this type of thing.
My wife is evicting me. Well ... that might be a little harsh ... but she is strongly encouraging me to get my humble setup out of the house.
So I am gonna move my stuff into our utility room.
The only problem(s) are:
* very small space
* no insulation
* I have no money for this type of thing
* puny amount of equipment that I have doesn't warrant a space of its own
* I'm disabled, which means I will have to pay somebody, or ask family to
help out with this "deconstruction"
So, when given a bag of lemons, you make lemonade, right?
Yeah ... "and then that lemonade turns bitter, ferments and turns to pigswill"
The space is small. Really small. Like - a little larger than a jail cell.
20' (L) x 8' (W) x 9' (H)
Since the space is so small - nobody wanted to come out and give me some styrofoam insulation in the wall cavity.
I wanted styrofoam because I like the thought of being inside an ice chest when it's hotter than hell outside!
But apparently - due to my small size - nobody around here wanted to give Ol' Uncle Scott the blow job.
The (2) companies I spoke to said I just wasn't big enough for their efforts.
Fucker heads. How dare they tell me I'm too small. Don't they know that shit scars a man for life. Why's it always come down to size?? Doesn't my passion count for anything?!!!
So that means I'm gonna have to go with the regular stuff, I guess.
Next thing is the money factor. I have none. I haven't been able to work for apprx six yrs. Long story. The short version is this: five "operations" on my back; and probably half a dozen "procedures" done on my back, legs, and nerves (which are shot, by the way). I walk like the fuggin' Hunchback of Notre-Dame. I'm not much prettier, either! But I have to use a cane to get around. I need to paint some flames or something on the side of my cane ... or get one of those kewl ones that have a dagger "hidden" in the handle. Whoa! I'd give new meaning to "crip with an attitude"
But I digress.
So now I am wondering: should I even go through with this pain in the ass project? I only have a couple of things to put in the "Box." And that shit isn't even kewl enough to talk about.
You're fuggin right I'm gonna go through with it.
Fuck the nay-sayers!!!!!! And fuck my conscience, too!
So the small project begins.
(more to come in a moment - gotta go play Daddy for a bit)
Take care
Scott
