Rsquared

Some call it fusion. Some call it funk. But you can't deny a good tune.

Now, to switch gears just a little bit. As I've been jockey-ing all this $hit all over my basement. Besides throwing a metric $hit ton of trash that was hiding right in plain sight, I've unearthed some other stuff. So I'll throw out some machinist porn for Matt, since I liberated his metal lathe from it's hole. Oh, and it wasn't fun trying to wrestle this sum bitch up onto some dollies all by myself. That thing is FUKING heavy. It tried to whip my ass, but I was VICTORIOUS. I might have said one or two curse words while coaxing that thing up onto the dollies. Floor jacks help you out in this world people. Never underestimate the power of hydraulics. An old buddy of mine (that has since passed), bought it from a transmission shop. Then we stored it in my basement. Hell, that was 20 years ago. But since I pretty much know that he's not coming back for it at this point (yeah, yeah, I know....dark humor), that's why I figured that I'd give it to Matt. At least I know that he'll put the thing to good use. So, onto the machine porn for Matt to drool on. This is one of the only tags on this thing to even try to figure out how old it is. The boxes on the lower shelf have all sorts of extra collets, as well as other small accessories for it. I put the tape measure on it so you could have an idea of the bed length. Anyway. That's enough for now ladies. It's fukin beer time for me. (Just picture the pissed off Vic look that he does at the end of his videos)

Since the first one, it's pretty much been rinse and repeat all the way around the perimeter of the basement. Slowly getting EVERYTHING off of the floor.

No ladies. It's not a story of the 308AR teams back in action. It's just more of the ongoing nonsense I've been dealing with for the last month and a half (ish). So, I told some of you guys separately that I've got to gear up for some major waterproofing work that I'm going to have done at my place. It's a decent sized job, about 40K, and the contractors plan is to come in and channel out a sub surface "gutter type" of drainage system with 2 sump pumps. I've been putting it off for years just from dreading the cost. And we all know, that the longer that you put something off.......the worse that it gets. So anyway, they're obviously gonna need approximately 2 to 3 feet of access around the perimeter of my basement. On top of that, they're gonna be lining my front wall with Kevlar to compensate for the foundation damage that's already been done. Here's the worst section of my front wall. I put a level on it, to show how much the wall has bulged over the years from external hydraulic pressure. That's about an inch gap at the bottom of the level. Over the years, I've installed simple 2x4 shelf racks all around the basement. So I had to tear them all out, but obviously I was still gonna need somewhere to store all the $hit that was on them. Here's a look at the type of simple shelves that were built out over the years. Nothing fancy. So since I was gonna have to keep all my $hit in the basement still, I figured why not just build some mobile shelving racks? So I pretty much just built new racks ONTO furniture dollies. Sometimes I surprise myself. One of my biggest questions was why my dumb ass didn't come up with idea fukin years ago? A simple, basic frame built out of 2x4's, and skinned with 1/2" plywood. 24" wide by 8' long. See? Minimal cutting also. I ran the cross supports on 24" centers. Didn't see the need for 16" centers like when building walls. Once again. Just some bull$hit shelves to get me through the waterproofing project. After the basic frame, onto the corner posts along with the middle shelf. Finally, the third shelf thrown on there. Restocked and rolled back into place.

Yep

I don't know why you would think that.

Smartass

Outstanding.

Yeah, the wait is always a kick in the balls. Mine have gone anywhere from 6 months at best, to almost a year at worst.

I can verify that the hand is actually his. He's pointed it at me like that a whole bunch of times.

Technically, staying within the original canon of the story. Planeflyer Jon was piloting the C-17. Doc had traded the 308AR C-130 for a broke dick, Krylon rattle canned C-17 and a microphone (bad Blues Brothers reference). I was just along for the ride like everybody else if I remember correctly. It's been a while since I read (or re-read) any of those old 308AR storytime adventures that I used to spew out every now and again.

A true warrior by any other name.

Nothing sounds like a radial.

What else needs to be said?

That young man has obviously been around good people that have taught him well and have been a good influence to him. Good for him Doc.

That thing is BAD-ASS Larry.

Yeah.

Looks good.

Will do man. A 45K foot work area will be sweet. It'll give you a little elbow room.

(Applauding) A fine story my man. And very well told.

Just checking the line.

A$$hole?

Most definitely. I'll probably get some more of this stuff shipped to your place. It's better than that PPU stuff that I had left over from last fall.

Just picked some of this up. Thanks for the heads-up brother.

That's fuking OUTSTANDING brother. Just remember all of us little guys once you make it big. Oh, and I've still got the full size Atlas metal lathe with your name on it sitting in my basement, waiting for you.