2086 Right Tool For The Job.

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We have had most of the tools in our house longer than I’ve been alive. My father is a firm believer in buying quality so you never have to buy it again. Of course he gets tool sets every year for Xmas, but he also destroys even the best tools from constant use. That said, we still have this sickly yellowish drill that smells like ozone when you use it hat may as well be one of my siblings. I’ll legitimately be sad when it finally breaks because it’s been around as long as my memory of existing.

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Oh, Reggie: If you are electrocuted, any signs of the afterlife will show up only on an ammeter. Let John know this; he probably won’t figure it out himself.

Just glad Reggie is finally becoming one of the gang

I’ve been watching a bunch of YouTube videos about restoring old tools and other objects. Disassemble, de-rust, repair, repaint, reassemble. They’re interesting, especially when they find things that are obsolete. Like the engine from a Maytag washing machine. Not motor, but engine, gas burning internal combustion engine. For a washing machine.

Reggie, are you channelling Groucho Marx?

In a Groucho Marx voice-

“Yesterday I shot a elephant in my red, varsity jacket. How he got into my red, varsity jacket, I’ll never know!”

I thought the line was, “… in my pajamas.”

Everyone is like “awww, we’re having a reggie moment” and I’m just remembering how he thought microwaving his uniform was a great idea, and I’m just hoping he does actually cause the whole building to collapse into some semi-serious life threatening accident

This reminds me of a story from way back in the day.

Back in the 1920s, a kid asked his dad why they didn’t have electricity at home. “Son, that stuff is dangerous, it will kill you.” Fast forward about 50 years, and they’re both old men. The father (now a great grandfather) got to the point when he needed too much medical care to feasibly live so far from the hospital, so he goes to an assisted living facility and his son gets the house.

“Dad, I’m going to finally have the place modernized.” “Absolutely not. It’ll be the death of you.”

Five years later, the guy’s father passes away. The guy wastes no time and calls some contractors immediately to finally get his house fixed up like he’d wanted for so long.

About a year later, the guy’s son and his family come for a visit. “Wow, this house has changed so much. I bet if we go down to the cemetery we’ll hear grandad rolling in his grave.”

¬®Nonsense, son. Your grandfather was always very much in favor of having this place modernized. *Eventually*. He just wanted it done the right way.”

“Really? How was that again?”

“Over his dead body.”

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