Is it high? Is it heavy? Is it on a pallet? No problem.

Now you can tell all your friends that you know someone that can officially operate an electric stand-up forklift and a pallet jack. It's pretty fuckin' sweet. Steering the damn forklift is a bitch, but I'll get comfortable and start putting a hurting on our bottom line. Soon enough. Oh, and just so you know, a pallet of flour at work weighs 2,500 pounds ("#" for those in the know). Our forklift is rated to lift 2,500 pounds. Does this seem like a safety issue. Chase says we need a new machine, so hopefully that's in the works. Something with a warning light that works would be cool too. In the dark. By far, the pallet jack is the coolest. I could fuck around with that thing all day. Just moving heavy stuff. Pallets of the cookie dough? Yeah. I'd like to teach those boxes a lesson for all the aches they've caused me.
And yes, you did just spend four minutes reading my total geek out on getting forklift/pallet jack certification. Sucka!

Should have been there

also...

I love this whole battle of social life versus work. No matter how depressed I was when I wasn't working, people don't seem to remember that. They'd rather I worked an 8 - 4 job every day, remain unhappy, and be able to go out. I just can't do right by some people. Let me be happy working. Let me try at success, because I can't get there with you.

The leaves are changing

The dreams have come back with the threat of proximity. It's so tiring to put so much energy and emotion into something that just can't happen. No matter what gets tried and said, nothing changes. But the dreams are there, waking me up, feeling good, and then drop once that true sunlight hits my eyes. Hold onto it, because no matter how far people go, and no matter how much they change, if I stay away and hold their memory in my head, they'll always be the same once I tuck in at night.

A night on the town

My new plan is to get Norm Abram drunk and teach him to talk like a gangsta.
"Hey Ian, look at all these hoes. I'd like to get in them dra's."
"Oh yeah, Norm. How much would you pay to get in those drawers?"
"A quahta'!"

missing

Stuffed crust pizza, Dr. Slice and playing Killer Instinct until the sun is nearly up.

Upon watching 28 Weeks Later

So, are the movies 28 Days Later and 28 Weeks Later trying to send the message that Great Britain should be burned to the ground and restarted? 'Cause I've got some matches, yo.

Ask This Old House? Okay.

Dear This Old House,

I noticed the other day that your general contractor for a number of years, Tom Silva, was possibly having a bad day. He seemed to be completely disinterested in the roofing project he was taking on. I think maybe the work schedule and the basis of the show are no longer to his liking. There is a reason people tend to hang out with their peers. They find some kind of emotional, physical and mental challenge. In this case, you are challenging Tom with people that are well below his age, and have purchased homes without any knowledge of how to take care of them. I have always believed in knowing how to fix anything I buy. The value of doing a job yourself cannot be appraised. But when faced with the questions Tom receives, I can understand and sympathize with his ultimate breakdown. "What are these shiny things?" "Nails." "Those are giant staples! Can you imagine if we had to use those at the office?" "(Feigning laughter) That would be pretty silly." "Is that carbon paper?" "No. It's felt underlayment."
I write because I care. I don't want to see one of the smarter and more caring individuals in home building and maintenance go the way of Bob Villa. Would it be possible to send Tom to my house and give him a few days off? No building. I have nothing to repair. We would just go out for some good meals, and see a couple movies. Nothing too major. Have a drink at some local places. I hope to hear from you soon.

Just another DIYer,

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