Today I was sanding some raised panel doors and drawer fronts with a random orbital sander. I found myself harmonizing with the sander. How many of you out there do this or am I just weird? (don’t answer that) LOL
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I will admit to being facinated with, when running a tool like that with hearing protection on, you can open your mouth and hear really cool stuff inside your head.
Yes, you're no wierder than the rest of us...
Scott.
What do your voices say?
JimNever underestimate the value of a sharp pencil or good light.
REDRUM"Shawdow boxing the appoclipse and wandering the land"
Wier/Barlow
Hahaha....Die!! Die!!...No, it's just weird sounds ricocheting all inside my mouth and brains. Happens with my (super loud) string trimmer too..... Maybe I've just got a cavernous mouth... a few ex-girlfriends would probably agree.Scott.
>> What do your voices say?The Washington Post held a contest many years ago for the best excuse for calling in to miss work. The winning line:The voices told me to stay home and clean all the guns.
That should be a winner ---- was that entered by Carl Rowan?
He was the editorial writer who constantly railed for more / new / more restrictive gun control in his columns.
Then, oops, he shot at some kids for swimming in his home pool with an unregistered / illegal handgun --- and got caught.
JimNever underestimate the value of a sharp pencil or good light.
What do your voices say?
doesen't really matter....
as long the majority concurs....
generally 4 out of the 5 of mine say go for it....
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming<!----><!----><!---->
WOW!!! What a Ride!
Forget the primal scream, just ROAR!!!
"Some days it's just not worth chewing through the restraints"
Try hand sanding by the rhythm of the washing machine agitating.
you guys really need to get a life or at least a good boombox......................the older i get ,
the more people tick me off
That's funny
the life or the boombox....
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming<!----><!----><!---->
WOW!!! What a Ride!
Forget the primal scream, just ROAR!!!
"Some days it's just not worth chewing through the restraints"
the life
How come washing machines are always in 6/6 ?
Must be just right for getting clothes clean without wearing out the clothes.
That's why I can't do Laundromats. Nothing to do,and I can't sit still.
Take a board and some sand paper with you.
wait till yur on a project with a half dozen pile drivers hammering for at least 12hrs a day...
it isn't too long before yur in full sync with them..
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming<!----><!----><!---->
WOW!!! What a Ride!
Forget the primal scream, just ROAR!!!
"Some days it's just not worth chewing through the restraints"
I was a week on one of those. One of my worst weeks.
two months...
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming<!----><!----><!---->
WOW!!! What a Ride!
Forget the primal scream, just ROAR!!!
"Some days it's just not worth chewing through the restraints"
Speaking of pile drivers, I find the diesel ones fascinating. They're the only internal combustion engines I know of with no crank shaft, piston rods, nor rotating parts, just a massive free floating piston and a combustion chamber.BruceT
"I found myself harmonizing with the sander. How many of you out there do this or am I just weird? "
Hmmmmmmm .....
you Freuding the "just wierd"???
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming<!----><!----><!---->
WOW!!! What a Ride!
Forget the primal scream, just ROAR!!!
"Some days it's just not worth chewing through the restraints"
I found myself staining fence boards to music last week.
You may be in bad company. <G>
Can get worse.
Try harmonizing with different notes within the key.
gawd help ya if you ever discovered a minor chord
"Today I was sanding some raised panel doors and drawer fronts with a random orbital sander. I found myself harmonizing with the sander."
That's funny right there!!
Back in 1970, I did odd jobs and Harry Lobley handed me an old sander...
and I sanded his porch for hours whilst it played and I hummed Mr. Tambourine Man over and over again so I know what yer talkin about, eh?
silver
Hah, that's pretty funny. I used to work with another guy and when we'd be building cabinets or something in the shop I'd find myself turning my sander on and off at different intervals so it would harmonize with his sander (I think it was 2 Bosch sanders, a 5" and a 6") and then I'd try and hit a third note to make a chord.
Paul
I was sitting in the back seat while my Dad is driving the old '54 Ford.
The car is pulsating weirdly. We're on a trip Out West, and interstates are not yet the norm, although some do exist. We are on a two-lane, out in the middle of nowhere, and the last thing we need is car trouble.
Everyone is edgy, wondering if the car will make it to the next town. Finally someone notices that the car's pulsations match up suspiciously with the rhythm of the music on the radio...
Dad was tapping his foot along with the music.
AitchKay
I remember backpacking in the Sierras back in '71:
Cannonball Adderly's version of Roebuck Staples, "Why Am I Treated So Bad?" ran through my head, and set my walking pace for a month and 300 miles of trail.
Many years later, carrying a canoe on long portages in Northern Ontario, I noticed that the song that set my pace was noticeably slower: Booker T's "Born Under a Bad Sign," as recorded by Cream (Ginger Baker, Jack Bruce, and Eric Clapton).
Let's see, how did that song go...?
"If it wasn't for bad breath, I wouldn't have no breath at all!"
I think that's it.
AitchKay