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Ugh. Ceiling painting. I had the roof redone a few years ago, but not before I got some staining. Ceiling stains are not very attractive to buyers.

I was painting away one day this week with one of those extension things. I didn’t realize the handle of my roller was broken and I got a face full of wet, painty roller. And had to clean up my newly finished floors first.

I hate doing ceilings.

What’s that you say? I should have done the ceilings before the floors? Well, you can fuck right off.

sock it to me

Comments


Comment from someone
Time: April 5, 2008, 10:38 am

So, someone2 said she may have spotted you on the train last night. Truth or fiction? Did you guys chat?

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 5, 2008, 10:43 am

The train! No, I wasn’t anywhere near a train last night. I was home. And if it was after five p.m., I was one or more sheets to the wind. Count on it.

Must be some other weasel.

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: April 5, 2008, 11:50 am

I should have done the ceilings before the floors?

No, but you should have laid some plastic or sheets down first.
And thank you but I won’t fuck off as I have a headache. A right, deep nostril, behind the eyebrow, headache. Not good because I have to go pick out some paint myself.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 5, 2008, 11:56 am

I’ve got plastic down, but it’s just directly under where I’m painting and I move it around. So a bouncing loaded roller got away from me.

Sorry about your headache. I recommend smack.

 


Comment from Kowboy
Time: April 5, 2008, 12:33 pm

Only thing I hate worse than painting ceilings is wallpapering. Because sure as shit, if you don’t line even one of the seams up just right, some asshat is going to notice it and mention it to you.

Now those are the people who can fuck right off. 🙂

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: April 5, 2008, 12:37 pm

I did wallpaper once. I’ll paint repetitive lines or designs first by hand before I touch wallpaper again.

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: April 5, 2008, 12:40 pm

Smack? Does it count that the husband smacked my forehead this morning. Didn’t help at all though he did pull back a nub.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 5, 2008, 1:34 pm

I’ve never done wallpaper. My father gave some wallpaper to this old country fellow once, and discovered later he had wallpapered his livingroom horizontally with it.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 5, 2008, 1:38 pm

The roller got me again, incidentally. I duct-taped it back together and this time it broke in half. Popped me in the face, rolled across the floor again. But there’s one ceiling pretty much done.

Not meaning to ignore your ongoing domestic violence thang, PnB.

 


Comment from LemurKing
Time: April 5, 2008, 2:58 pm

I do believe I’d rather strip buck-naked, douse myself in turpentine, and crawl through broken glass than paint.

(PnB will enjoy this) Speaking of wallpaper, there is is awesome hotel just east of Portland, Oregon, McMennamin’s Edgefield. They took what used to be a HUGE poorhouse – 3 stories, brick, huge fields – and decided rather than let someone tear it down and sell off the bricks, they bought it and restored it. There is one wide spot in a hallway where they put bookshelves. The wallpaper when you look up close is not wallpaper – it was hand-painted… every last bit of it. Fantastic hotel, great restaurants (sit down fancy and pub-grub next door), a winery, a brewery (best Black Rabbit Porter ever known to mankind), vineyards, glassblower shop, you name it.

Heck, I’m gonna do a post about it sometime. When we visit family in the NW, perhaps we’ll stop by and get some pictures to show y’all.

Sorry you gotta paint – sometimes it helps if you huff it just a bit first. Gets you in the mood for it.

 


Comment from Pupster
Time: April 5, 2008, 2:58 pm

Have you seen The Paintstick? I buy one before every big painting job, they work great once or twice. You suck the paint into the handle and push it out as you go.

The bad part is they are a bitch to clean, so I usually just toss it when I’m done. $40 well spent if you are doing multiple walls or ceilings, no paint trays.

 


Comment from Enas Yorl
Time: April 5, 2008, 3:12 pm

Thankfully I’ve never had to do any house painting. Well, some trim stuff when I was a kid and whatnot. My Dad has done lots of it and he’s a wizard at it. Wallpaper too. Sometimes I wish I could do the Vulcan mind-meld thing with him and suck all that juicy knowledge out of that high-powered melon he walks around with. A lot of things would be so much easier to do.

Oh well. I have to go dig around in dirt now.

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: April 5, 2008, 3:28 pm

No domestic violence, really. Any other day, it would have been a barely felt tap, with a grin in return. But, spring is in the air and my sinuses are priming for battle. Seems a tingly good sneeze brings momentary relief.

You either need to take pictures or give one of the weasels on this page a roller on the head.

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: April 5, 2008, 3:36 pm

LemurKing, the only good wallpaper is faux wallpaper. Easier to put up (they’ve got some great stencils now if one doesn’t want to freehand) and easier to cover up. But then, I like to paint….’ceptin the ceiling as I don’t like the feeling of no blood in my arms for an extended period of time – which means I will definitely be investing in a paint stick next time the ceilings get it.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 5, 2008, 5:08 pm

Shoot, Pups. I thought you said painstick. I really wanted one of those 🙁

 


Comment from Pupster
Time: April 5, 2008, 6:12 pm

Painstick? You’re doing it wrong.

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: April 5, 2008, 7:36 pm

Pain? I just viewed this video of ‘The King’s Pathway’ at Ace’s. Not a good thing to do with a dizzying sinus headache.
http://minx.cc/?post=259533

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: April 5, 2008, 11:08 pm

Aw, I’m sorry, Weas. Hope you are kicking back and relaxing now. (You still have at least some booze left, right?)

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 6, 2008, 8:00 am

If, by “now”, you mean eleven last night, I was snoring my fat head off by then. Booze was definitely involved.

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: April 6, 2008, 8:40 am

oh good. (It was ten central here, definitely still early enough for drinkin’.)

Hey, remember that angry cat blog we talked about? I started it, from the perspective of my boyfriend’s cat. I’m building up a buffer of posts now, so it won’t go live until May (I have a lot of schoolwork coming up in the next couple weeks). I’ll give you the link then.

Let me know if you have any ideas for posts. I just had a brilliant idea for doing a post where the Angry Cat is totally drunk off her tail…on catnip. heh heh heh. I’m also going to do a series of posts about chasing the dot from a laser pointer. And, of course, there will be posts about me, The Interloper (the boy is The Captor).

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 6, 2008, 10:36 am

Oh, yeah, I remember that. Keep me posted. It sounds like fun.

Oooohhhh…I just got a Google hit on “technical touch grandmother boob.” Sometimes I want to sit my Googlers down and have a little talk with them, you know?

 


Comment from LemurKing
Time: April 6, 2008, 4:12 pm

“technical touch grandmother boob”

You know, there was a combination of words and particular order that I would have gone to my grave w/o ever processing in the ol’ grey matter.

Where was that inserted on a post?

Yes, Weas, please do have that talk with them, and then smack them upside the head and say “Dat, was from LemurKing!”. That’s just… just… just… wrong Mayhaps we ought to send Enas’ “Mrs. Nuttington” to visit – it’d be curative in several ways.

Anyway, speaking of angry cats… what does it mean when one pisses on your pillow? It was months ago, but I’m still stymied. Catnip withdrawal? He’s 14, so it could just be he needs Depends.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 6, 2008, 4:26 pm

It wasn’t. Not as a phrase. Those four words appeared on the front page at the same time, but not anywhere near each other. That’s one of the limitations of search engines; they’re not very good at context.

Well, actually, some of them are. The Adobe indexer, for example, can search for words within X number of words of each other. But that’s built to index ten thousand pages of documents, not several billion.

I still don’t understand how Google can do what it does as fast as it does, given the size of the collection it indexes.

 


Comment from LemurKing
Time: April 6, 2008, 4:52 pm

Whew. Ya had me really going there for a minute.

For fast searches… you got me, as it seems that the amount of data to sift and track is enormous. I did find this link after doing a wiki on “hash table”:

http://code.google.com/p/google-sparsehash/

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 6, 2008, 5:15 pm

Over my head, I’m afraid. I program, but in the shallow end of the pool. I’m not very good at it.

I read a really interesting article along these lines once about writing a program to find something on an alphabetized list. I think that was it. Starting at A and walking down to Z is a very inefficient way of doing it. One method they talked about was jumping to the middle of the list. If the required word is above that, cut to the middle between your position and A…and so on, until the required word is found.

I’m not really explaining that right. I have just enough of a head for mathematics to be sad that I don’t have a head for mathematics.

 


Comment from forged rite
Time: April 6, 2008, 9:54 pm

When i had to do my ceilings, i did about half of a room with a roller before i went and rented a sprayer. If you’ve got more than a couple of rooms, the rental fee is worth it.

 

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