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June 2, 2005
Putting the Finishing Touches on Jersey
Getting back to my trip to New Jersey and New York City (and why is it every time I even think of the phrase New York City I can't help but add the inflection used in the commercial for Pace Picante Hot Sauce).
As I said, Joe and I spent a part of Sunday working on getting an exterior lamp mounted to a pad in the ground. What I failed to mention was that Joe has a garage with a shorter-than-normal ceiling and the top of the door that leads from the garage to the house hits me just above the eyes.
This situation led to a lot of "Watch your head" from Joe over the course of the weekend. Finally, tired of hearing it I told Joe that I'd been just over six-four for better than twenty years and habitually duck whenever I'm near anything that looks like it may be low enough to brain me -- and that I didn't need his constant reminders.
Apparently this comment was enough to put the God of Fate in motion. Not twenty minutes later I ran the top of my head into the door frame as we went from the garage to the house. This was a nice hit too -- an inch or two further back on my head and it may have triggered whatever it is that makes me want to puke when I hit my noggin just right; pointy cabinet doors are the best at triggering this response. (I've never really thrown up. I've just wanted to.) Later I would run my head into a sink trap that hangs through the garage ceiling and a couple of pipes.
On some garage doors -- mostly the older ones -- there's a piece of metal that slides back and forth in a slot and is spring loaded. If you look at it from the right angle it is shaped like an 'L' ; as a matter of fact, if you tilt that 'L' backwards and roll it so the foot of it is pointed at your belly you'd have a good idea what I'm talking about. Anyway, the contraption is sort of a lock and when the door is down the foot of the 'L' works like a handle. When the door is up it works like a skull slicer. Or it would if it were sharper.
I banged my head on enough things (and only after telling Joe to quit warning me to be careful) that when we were mounting the lamp I told him that, while I had no intention of falling off his wall, he might want to warn me not to just for luck.
For the Geeks
I visited Joe a couple of years ago and found he had the fastest Internet connection I'd ever run across in a home connection. He uses his local cable provider for his Internet access.
This last time I visited I thought I'd check again. I went to the Toast dot net Performance Test and gave it a run. The test ran quick enough that I thought -- despite the unlikeliness of it -- that the images might be loading from the cache. They weren't.
The graph that came up at the end of the test had Joe's connection pegged at the limit shown, which I thought was 4.5. The graph that comes up when I run the test in Columbus shows 4.5 as the highest-marked value, but then continues another click to what would be 5.0. I thought it was odd that Joe's connection pushed the graph to the limit -- that is, there was no unmarked it-could-be-this-fast area beyond the speed given for his connection. I should have paid better attention. And I would have were I not dizzy from my experience with the skull slicer Joe has in his garage.
In any case, the connection is at least 4.5 Mbs and may be a bit faster.
Posted by delmer at June 2, 2005 9:59 AM
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