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Avoid Septic Tank Disasters: Common Household Habits to Avoid
2024.05.21 19:16 BlackMountainSeptic Avoid Septic Tank Disasters: Common Household Habits to Avoid
Having a properly functioning septic system is crucial for any homeowner. However, many everyday household practices can lead to clogs, backups, and costly repairs. To keep your septic tank running smoothly, it's important to be mindful of what goes down your drains. Here are some common culprits that can wreak havoc on your septic system:
FAQs:
Q: How often should I have my septic tank pumped? A: Most experts recommend pumping your septic tank every 3-5 years, but frequency can vary based on tank size and household usage. Black Mountain Septic Services can assess your system and advise you on the proper pumping schedule.
Q: Are septic tank additives necessary? A: In most cases, no. A properly maintained septic system already has all the bacteria it needs to break down waste effectively. However, additives may be recommended in certain situations - ask the experts at Black Mountain Septic for guidance.
Q: How do I know if my septic system is failing? A: Signs of a failing septic system include slow-draining sinks/tubs, gurgling noises from plumbing fixtures, sewage odors around floor drains, and patchy areas of lush green grass over the drain field. If you notice any of these red flags, call Black Mountain Septic Services right away for an inspection.
Don't let improper household habits lead to a septic disaster! Maintain good practices and call the trusted professionals at Black Mountain Septic Services at [(480) 343-0335](tel:(480)343-0335) to keep your septic system in top shape.
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- Flushing Improper Items Your toilet is not a trash can! Flushing non-biodegradable items like feminine hygiene products, diapers, paper towels, and cat litter can clog pipes and disrupt the delicate balance of bacteria in your septic tank.
- Pouring Grease Down Drains Cooking oils and grease may seem harmless when poured down the sink as a liquid, but they can solidify once in the septic system, leading to major clogs and backups. Always scrape plates into the trash before rinsing.
- Overusing Household Cleaners While a little bleach or drain cleaner may seem harmless, excessive use of harsh chemicals can kill the beneficial bacteria and enzymes that break down waste in your septic tank. Opt for eco-friendly, septic-safe cleaners whenever possible.
- Doing Too Many Loads of Laundry Your washing machine sends a lot of water to the septic tank with each load. Spacing out laundry throughout the week gives the tank time to properly digest waste between water influxes.
- Planting Trees/Shrubs Too Close Those lovely trees and shrubs may be sending their roots straight into your septic system components. Keep the area around your tank and drain field clear of any new plantings to prevent damage.
FAQs:
Q: How often should I have my septic tank pumped? A: Most experts recommend pumping your septic tank every 3-5 years, but frequency can vary based on tank size and household usage. Black Mountain Septic Services can assess your system and advise you on the proper pumping schedule.
Q: Are septic tank additives necessary? A: In most cases, no. A properly maintained septic system already has all the bacteria it needs to break down waste effectively. However, additives may be recommended in certain situations - ask the experts at Black Mountain Septic for guidance.
Q: How do I know if my septic system is failing? A: Signs of a failing septic system include slow-draining sinks/tubs, gurgling noises from plumbing fixtures, sewage odors around floor drains, and patchy areas of lush green grass over the drain field. If you notice any of these red flags, call Black Mountain Septic Services right away for an inspection.
Don't let improper household habits lead to a septic disaster! Maintain good practices and call the trusted professionals at Black Mountain Septic Services at [(480) 343-0335](tel:(480)343-0335) to keep your septic system in top shape.
2024.05.21 17:36 Worldly_Ad5269 BUYER BEWARE AO Smith Water Heater at Lowe’s
My husband and I bought a water heater from Lowe’s yesterday. It was a 40 gallon short that we were putting in our previous 28 gallon space. We mis-measured the space and after taking the tank out of the box we learned the water pipes to attach to the heater were just too low for the new 40 gallon to fit in the same space without redoing the plumbing.
We never hooked it up we simply put it back in the box and tried returning it for a smaller one 2 hours later. We get to Lowe’s and they tell us that because we opened the box we cannot return without a return authorization number from the vendor. Calling AO smith we learned that the return authorization is basically a warranty claim and they refused to issue us a return authorization (RA) number for an unused heater. We then called Lowe’s again to tell them this information and they refused to let us return the water heater without the RA number.
So we are now stuck with a $750 water heater that was never hooked up because both sides of this equation will not help us out. BEWARE that if you buy a water heater, or honestly any appliance from Lowe’s and you remove it from its packaging and it remains unused you will not be able to return it, even if you are within the Lowe’s 48 hour return window. No one mentioned this information to us at the store upon checkout but were happy to tell us when we tried to return it.
AO smith, work with one of your ONLY major vendors to come up with a solution to these situations to ensure the entire customer experience is smooth. You all probably get tons of calls regarding things like this and still choose to do nothing about it. Also their entire warranty process is bogus. Even if you had a warranty you wanted to claim I’d say good luck getting an RA number in the 48 hour time window to be able to return it with Lowe’s.
UPDATE This is not in their corporate return policy online or indicated anywhere on the product or its product posting. This was made up by the store because they couldn’t find a way to return in their system without the RA number. Corporate wrote us a letter to the store manager this is an allowed return. So for anyone else who has this problem, be persistent with the store as you are able, per their policy, to return the water heater without an RA number.
I do want to say I commend AO smith for not trashing water heaters by issuing RA numbers Willy nilly after finding out that’s what that means. I am frustrated with Lowe’s for requesting one even though their return policy states water heaters can be brought back regardless of packaging. I also wish AO smith would do more to inform you of options or work with Lowe’s to fix this issue. Potentially this isn’t happening at other stores. But if anyone else runs into this problem you have a solution.
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We never hooked it up we simply put it back in the box and tried returning it for a smaller one 2 hours later. We get to Lowe’s and they tell us that because we opened the box we cannot return without a return authorization number from the vendor. Calling AO smith we learned that the return authorization is basically a warranty claim and they refused to issue us a return authorization (RA) number for an unused heater. We then called Lowe’s again to tell them this information and they refused to let us return the water heater without the RA number.
So we are now stuck with a $750 water heater that was never hooked up because both sides of this equation will not help us out. BEWARE that if you buy a water heater, or honestly any appliance from Lowe’s and you remove it from its packaging and it remains unused you will not be able to return it, even if you are within the Lowe’s 48 hour return window. No one mentioned this information to us at the store upon checkout but were happy to tell us when we tried to return it.
AO smith, work with one of your ONLY major vendors to come up with a solution to these situations to ensure the entire customer experience is smooth. You all probably get tons of calls regarding things like this and still choose to do nothing about it. Also their entire warranty process is bogus. Even if you had a warranty you wanted to claim I’d say good luck getting an RA number in the 48 hour time window to be able to return it with Lowe’s.
UPDATE This is not in their corporate return policy online or indicated anywhere on the product or its product posting. This was made up by the store because they couldn’t find a way to return in their system without the RA number. Corporate wrote us a letter to the store manager this is an allowed return. So for anyone else who has this problem, be persistent with the store as you are able, per their policy, to return the water heater without an RA number.
I do want to say I commend AO smith for not trashing water heaters by issuing RA numbers Willy nilly after finding out that’s what that means. I am frustrated with Lowe’s for requesting one even though their return policy states water heaters can be brought back regardless of packaging. I also wish AO smith would do more to inform you of options or work with Lowe’s to fix this issue. Potentially this isn’t happening at other stores. But if anyone else runs into this problem you have a solution.
2024.05.21 17:35 Worldly_Ad5269 BUYER BEWARE AO Smith Water Heater at Lowe’s
My husband and I bought a water heater from Lowe’s yesterday. It was a 40 gallon short that we were putting in our previous 28 gallon space. We mis-measured the space and after taking the tank out of the box we learned the water pipes to attach to the heater were just too low for the new 40 gallon to fit in the same space without redoing the plumbing.
We never hooked it up we simply put it back in the box and tried returning it for a smaller one 2 hours later. We get to Lowe’s and they tell us that because we opened the box we cannot return without a return authorization number from the vendor. Calling AO smith we learned that the return authorization is basically a warranty claim and they refused to issue us a return authorization (RA) number for an unused heater. We then called Lowe’s again to tell them this information and they refused to let us return the water heater without the RA number.
So we are now stuck with a $750 water heater that was never hooked up because both sides of this equation will not help us out. BEWARE that if you buy a water heater, or honestly any appliance from Lowe’s and you remove it from its packaging and it remains unused you will not be able to return it, even if you are within the Lowe’s 48 hour return window. No one mentioned this information to us at the store upon checkout but were happy to tell us when we tried to return it.
AO smith, work with one of your ONLY major vendors to come up with a solution to these situations to ensure the entire customer experience is smooth. You all probably get tons of calls regarding things like this and still choose to do nothing about it. Also their entire warranty process is bogus. Even if you had a warranty you wanted to claim I’d say good luck getting an RA number in the 48 hour time window to be able to return it with Lowe’s.
UPDATE This is not in their corporate return policy online or indicated anywhere on the product or its product posting. This was made up by the store because they couldn’t find a way to return in their system without the RA number. Corporate wrote us a letter to the store manager this is an allowed return. So for anyone else who has this problem, be persistent with the store as you are able, per their policy, to return the water heater without an RA number.
I do want to say I commend AO smith for not trashing water heaters by issuing RA numbers Willy nilly after finding out that’s what that means. I am frustrated with Lowe’s for requesting one even though their return policy states water heaters can be brought back regardless of packaging. I also wish AO smith would do more to inform you of options or work with Lowe’s to fix this issue. Potentially this isn’t happening at other stores. But if anyone else runs into this problem you have a solution.
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We never hooked it up we simply put it back in the box and tried returning it for a smaller one 2 hours later. We get to Lowe’s and they tell us that because we opened the box we cannot return without a return authorization number from the vendor. Calling AO smith we learned that the return authorization is basically a warranty claim and they refused to issue us a return authorization (RA) number for an unused heater. We then called Lowe’s again to tell them this information and they refused to let us return the water heater without the RA number.
So we are now stuck with a $750 water heater that was never hooked up because both sides of this equation will not help us out. BEWARE that if you buy a water heater, or honestly any appliance from Lowe’s and you remove it from its packaging and it remains unused you will not be able to return it, even if you are within the Lowe’s 48 hour return window. No one mentioned this information to us at the store upon checkout but were happy to tell us when we tried to return it.
AO smith, work with one of your ONLY major vendors to come up with a solution to these situations to ensure the entire customer experience is smooth. You all probably get tons of calls regarding things like this and still choose to do nothing about it. Also their entire warranty process is bogus. Even if you had a warranty you wanted to claim I’d say good luck getting an RA number in the 48 hour time window to be able to return it with Lowe’s.
UPDATE This is not in their corporate return policy online or indicated anywhere on the product or its product posting. This was made up by the store because they couldn’t find a way to return in their system without the RA number. Corporate wrote us a letter to the store manager this is an allowed return. So for anyone else who has this problem, be persistent with the store as you are able, per their policy, to return the water heater without an RA number.
I do want to say I commend AO smith for not trashing water heaters by issuing RA numbers Willy nilly after finding out that’s what that means. I am frustrated with Lowe’s for requesting one even though their return policy states water heaters can be brought back regardless of packaging. I also wish AO smith would do more to inform you of options or work with Lowe’s to fix this issue. Potentially this isn’t happening at other stores. But if anyone else runs into this problem you have a solution.
2024.05.21 17:34 Worldly_Ad5269 Buyer Beware AO Smith Water Heaters
My husband and I bought a water heater from Lowe’s yesterday. It was a 40 gallon short that we were putting in our previous 28 gallon space. We mis-measured the space and after taking the tank out of the box we learned the water pipes to attach to the heater were just too low for the new 40 gallon to fit in the same space without redoing the plumbing.
We never hooked it up we simply put it back in the box and tried returning it for a smaller one 2 hours later. We get to Lowe’s and they tell us that because we opened the box we cannot return without a return authorization number from the vendor. Calling AO smith we learned that the return authorization is basically a warranty claim and they refused to issue us a return authorization (RA) number for an unused heater. We then called Lowe’s again to tell them this information and they refused to let us return the water heater without the RA number.
So we are now stuck with a $750 water heater that was never hooked up because both sides of this equation will not help us out. BEWARE that if you buy a water heater, or honestly any appliance from Lowe’s and you remove it from its packaging and it remains unused you will not be able to return it, even if you are within the Lowe’s 48 hour return window. No one mentioned this information to us at the store upon checkout but were happy to tell us when we tried to return it.
AO smith, work with one of your ONLY major vendors to come up with a solution to these situations to ensure the entire customer experience is smooth. You all probably get tons of calls regarding things like this and still choose to do nothing about it. Also their entire warranty process is bogus. Even if you had a warranty you wanted to claim I’d say good luck getting an RA number in the 48 hour time window to be able to return it with Lowe’s.
UPDATE to all the haters who never make mistakes or return items to stores. This is not in their corporate return policy online or indicated anywhere on the product or its product posting. This was made up by the store because they couldn’t find a way to return in their system without the RA number. Corporate wrote us a letter to the store manager this is an allowed return. So for anyone else who has this problem, be persistent with the store as you are able, per their policy, to return the water heater without an RA number.
I do want to say I commend AO smith for not trashing water heaters by issuing RA numbers Willy nilly after finding out that’s what that means. I am frustrated with Lowe’s for requesting one even though their return policy states water heaters can be brought back regardless of packaging. I also wish AO smith would do more to inform you of options or work with Lowe’s to fix this issue. Potentially this isn’t happening at other stores. But if anyone else runs into this problem you have a solution.
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We never hooked it up we simply put it back in the box and tried returning it for a smaller one 2 hours later. We get to Lowe’s and they tell us that because we opened the box we cannot return without a return authorization number from the vendor. Calling AO smith we learned that the return authorization is basically a warranty claim and they refused to issue us a return authorization (RA) number for an unused heater. We then called Lowe’s again to tell them this information and they refused to let us return the water heater without the RA number.
So we are now stuck with a $750 water heater that was never hooked up because both sides of this equation will not help us out. BEWARE that if you buy a water heater, or honestly any appliance from Lowe’s and you remove it from its packaging and it remains unused you will not be able to return it, even if you are within the Lowe’s 48 hour return window. No one mentioned this information to us at the store upon checkout but were happy to tell us when we tried to return it.
AO smith, work with one of your ONLY major vendors to come up with a solution to these situations to ensure the entire customer experience is smooth. You all probably get tons of calls regarding things like this and still choose to do nothing about it. Also their entire warranty process is bogus. Even if you had a warranty you wanted to claim I’d say good luck getting an RA number in the 48 hour time window to be able to return it with Lowe’s.
UPDATE to all the haters who never make mistakes or return items to stores. This is not in their corporate return policy online or indicated anywhere on the product or its product posting. This was made up by the store because they couldn’t find a way to return in their system without the RA number. Corporate wrote us a letter to the store manager this is an allowed return. So for anyone else who has this problem, be persistent with the store as you are able, per their policy, to return the water heater without an RA number.
I do want to say I commend AO smith for not trashing water heaters by issuing RA numbers Willy nilly after finding out that’s what that means. I am frustrated with Lowe’s for requesting one even though their return policy states water heaters can be brought back regardless of packaging. I also wish AO smith would do more to inform you of options or work with Lowe’s to fix this issue. Potentially this isn’t happening at other stores. But if anyone else runs into this problem you have a solution.
2024.05.21 16:33 MiamisLastCapitalist Essay: Grandma Edna vs the future by Andrew Heaton
So I was listening to a podcast by comedian Andrew Heaton (X), and he had a very interesting episode examining people's nostalgia for the American 1950's complete with humorous skits. For illustration's sake he assumed 50's America was another country called "Fiftiesland" and compared it's stats like GDP or live expectancy to Modern America. He conclude that a lot of the nostalgia came from how many astonishing improvements happened between 1900-1950 vs 1950-2024, even though Modern America is superior in almost every metric.
At the end he had a long monologue where he was trying to explain to his fictional Grandma Edna Bickle, born in 1889 and elderly by the 50's, what it'd be like in the future compared to how she grew up. Imagine trying to explain Netflix to someone who grew up with a radio.
It really demonstrates, in a lighthearted way, just how far we've come in ~125 years.
So imagine how astonishing the world will be in another 100, 300, or 500 years...
Anyway, it's a bit of a read, but I thought some of you all might enjoy it and Mr Heaten was nice enough to send me the transcript. Enjoy!
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At the end he had a long monologue where he was trying to explain to his fictional Grandma Edna Bickle, born in 1889 and elderly by the 50's, what it'd be like in the future compared to how she grew up. Imagine trying to explain Netflix to someone who grew up with a radio.
It really demonstrates, in a lighthearted way, just how far we've come in ~125 years.
So imagine how astonishing the world will be in another 100, 300, or 500 years...
Anyway, it's a bit of a read, but I thought some of you all might enjoy it and Mr Heaten was nice enough to send me the transcript. Enjoy!
My great grandmother, Edna, was born in 1889. My Dad and I were recently reminiscing about her, and he said, “Gramma Bickle, tough old bird, tough old bird. Went blind at ninety-two, quit driving at ninety-four, died at ninety-six. Almost lived in three different centuries.” I have some immediate questions about that chronology, and the realization that Gramma Bickle apparently drove her car blind for two full years before handing her keys in, but I digress.
In 1954 my great gramma Bickle was sixty-five years old. Think about how the country changed from her childhood to her golden years. From when she was born, to a little younger than my parents are today, she saw an entire country go from horse and buggies and pretty much nobody owning a car, to almost everybody has a car. Only six percent of the homes in America had electricity when she was a teenager. By the mid nineteen fifties, the whole country is throbbing with electricity.
In her lifetime, the country went from basically no light bulbs, radios, telephones, refrigerators, or washing machines, to a country where all of that stuff is ubiquitous.
In the year 1900, only ten percent of American households had a stove in them. By 1960,--when my great grandmother is the same age as my parents are now—95% of households do. When she was born, anti-biotics didn’t exist, and polio could cripple your baby. By the time she’s my age, penicillen—a miracle drug!—has been invented. By the time she’s my parents’ age, penicillen is widely available and some genius has recently invented a polio vaccine.
So, if we’re looking at Fiftiesland as a country around today, here’s what’s going on. All of the old people in this country, in their lifetime, went from a horse-and-buggy 19th century third world economy with polio and no electricity—something that, if it existed today, we would be sending anthropoligsts to—to a more modern second world economy perhaps akin to contemporary Guatemala. Which is no small jump.
And the people my age who live in Fiftiesland are still celebrating kicking the crap out of the Nazis, inventing the atom bomb, and enjoying an economy which is comparatively booming—because all of the neighboring economies are rubble.
If Gramma Bickle, at forty years old, my age now, could somehow visit me in contemporary America—she would think I made a pact with Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness. Or maybe, maybe her progeny somehow goes on to conquer Oklahoma as warlords, and all her great grandchildren become opulant Oriental sultans.
I have an icebox in my kitchen that’s powered by lightning that lives in my wall. I have another smaller box that makes my food hot by shooting it with invisible particles like the ray gun from War of the Worlds.
Not only do I let my dog sleep in a tiny bed inside my house, like a toddler, we just finished up a round of antiobitics from when he cut his foot. My great-grandfather—this is true—lived with tuburculosis for years before it finally killed him. Anyway, see that dog I make wear a necktie for my amuesment? Yeah, my dog takes miracle drugs unavailable to John D. Rockefeller. Last year Wallace got elbow cancer but the doctor fixed that, no problem, took a couple of months. Wallace literally has better medical treatment available to him a mile from my house than any human being alive in 1950.
Gramma, you wanna watch Netflix, Paramount Plus, HBO, Peacock, or Amazon Prime? It’s television. Well, television is sort of like radio, only much better, and with images, and I can watch it whenever I want, and there are thousands of options. Like, imagine Broadway, only, like, a few thousand of them, and they’re all inside of that rectangle.
Huh, yeah, I’m not explaining that very well. Right. Okay, so you know how in your time you know multiple people who were literally slaves at some point in their life? Like, you personally know some older people who were, at one point, legally a form of property?
So basically, I have this glass rectangle on my wall that a million of the world’s greatest comedians and dramatists live inside of as my slaves, and they put on plays for me when I’m tired after work. Except I don’t have to feed them or pay them because I use my friend Nick’s HBO account. They just eat the lightning that lives in my wall.
What? Oh yes, I get very tired from work, Gramma. Really get [sigh] worn out, you know? Well, you know how your dad was a wheatfarmer, who spent hours and hours plowing through dust and boneshards in Indian Territory, where he might literally be shot by a Commanche, and the threat of looming starvation for the entire family was never more than one drout away?
Right, so I… I talk for a living. Yeah, that’s right. No, a bunch of strangers just sort of send me money every month cause they enjoy hearing me talk. It’s actually very challenging. Because! Gramma, I do a lot research, you see. Like for this episode, I had to read a lot, and I had to do a lot of math. No, I did not personally do the math.
I have another magical rectangle that has several thosuand math slaves trapped inside that do the actual math for me. When I was a kid I had to perssonally punch the equations in myself, and the rectantle would crunch the numbers. Those were hard times. Now I have a smarter glass rectangle that I can just talk to. I just type in, “Hey, average these ten numbers, okay” and there’s, I dunno, like translater slaves that talk to the math slaves, and they all figure out whatever I’m trying to say, increasingly in lower case and with minimal punctuation, and then give me the answer.
But I have to do the research. Like, I have to read a lot. No, I don’t go to a library. I have another rectangle that has all of the world’s libraries inside of it, and also a lot of pornography, so I just stay at home and look at that particular rectangle, alteranting between research and pornography depending on my mood.
It sure is tough, Gramma. I don’t have any coworkers to keep me company. I’m all by myself here in my well-lit, smokeless, air conditionined home. That’s right, air conditioning! Not just in my house, either—in my camper—which is a tiny extra house I tow behind my armored, self-propelling buggy, which I feed fermented dinosaur juice they pump out of the ground. Oh yeah. It has a rectangle in it that plays music. I’d say I have roughly… three to eight million musician slaves who live in the rectangle in my car, so I don’t get bored when driving to the movies, which is a very large rectangle I go to when I’m tired of watching rectangles on my couch.
What? Good question. It’s called a “camper” because I go camping in it. It’s sort of my hobby. You see, Gramma, my life is so stupidly cushy and comfortable that I amuse myself by going out into the woods to forego wall lightning, air conditioning, and even pornography sometimes, when I can’t get a signal, and instead I sit in a hammock and shit in holes I dig for fun. We call that “roughing it.” For sport, I spend hundreds if not thousands of dollars doing what your entire family did their entire lives until they finally got indoor plumbing, except of course my camper has a propane stove built in, whereas your pioneer family had to dig a hole in the side of a hill and cower in it from the weather like cavemen while burning cow dung for warmth. I dunno where propane comes from. Probably dinosaur farts or something.
Anyway, I prefer to travel around in my camper rather than fly—that’s right, fly—yeah, like a spitfire pilot—which I do multiple times a year using frequent flier points. Which are sort of free, imaginary coupons that banks give me to thank me for using their credit cards, which are also rectangles, but these particular rectangles are small and flat and full of slave bankers that live in my pocket, next to my nine-billion dollar super computer I mostly use as a map, so I don’t have to go through the hassle of folding and unfolding maps, and also to send funny pictures to people in Scotland, in between watching porn in the woods.
I digress. Let’s all take a deep breath. Somebody from my great grandmother’s generation, who lived long enough to be an adult in Fiftiesland, would rightly think: We live in a golden age! We live in the future!
Back in contemporary America, my parents are in their early seventies. My parents today are about how old Gramma Bickle was at the end of the 1950s. And the jump isn’t bad, but it’s not nearly as mind-blowing. The developments they’ve seen since childhood are very impressive in terms of computers and telecommunications and medicine, but otherwise, the world they live in is a more efficient, clever version of the world they grew up in. Cars are safer and more comfortable and fuel efficient, but they’re still basically cars. LED lights are cheaper than incandescent bulbs, but they’re still essentially electric lights. Penicillan is better, but it’s still just clinical mold that strategically murders errant bacteria.
If Fiftiesland were a country, rather than our own history, we would pretty much look at it sort of how we see the poorer parts of Latin America or Eastern Europe: a very nice place with lovely people, wonderful to visit, try the food. Get some funky vintage clothes while you’re there.
But a comparatively poor economy to America or Western Europe. You wouldn’t want to immigrate there for the money. And also, not surprisingly, some views about gender, sex before marriage, having kids really young, having lots of kids, and skepticism about homosexuality that a globetrotter and even quite a few conservatives today might be tempted to call “quaint” or “traditional.”
Basically, if Fiftiesland were a country today, we would view it like Honduras or Moldova, or maybe Czechoslavkia after the wall came down.
2024.05.21 15:44 Wild_Tone3136 This is the Pool bid that was given to me on the Pool project that we’re going to have. I am asking the contractor to please break down the price for the breakdown and he is giving me a hard time. Why?
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2024.05.21 14:53 InternationalYard105 Finding the air leak
Confident it’s an air leak because…
1) weak jets but everything else in order. new-ish pump, new filter cartridges, new-ish plumbing, o rings looking good.
2) every morning the pressure release on the filter bleeds out for like 10-15 seconds when I let the air out.
Some other details… - if I drain from the spa, it’s the same issue as if I switch the valve and drain from the pool. So thankfully the problem probably isn’t with the pipes underneath. It must be near the pump, after the valve that switches the drainage.
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1) weak jets but everything else in order. new-ish pump, new filter cartridges, new-ish plumbing, o rings looking good.
2) every morning the pressure release on the filter bleeds out for like 10-15 seconds when I let the air out.
Some other details… - if I drain from the spa, it’s the same issue as if I switch the valve and drain from the pool. So thankfully the problem probably isn’t with the pipes underneath. It must be near the pump, after the valve that switches the drainage.
- There are a lot of constant tiny bubbles in the pump basket. There doesn’t appear to be more air in there as time passes, but I guess that’s expected since the filter is so backed up. But the tiny bubbles are making me think the leak is happening before the pump. Is that right?
- I can’t find a draft using the wet hand technique and the incense smoke technique. Everything seems sealed up.
2024.05.21 14:30 europeanstudent1997 Temperature Differential Controlled Bypass in Decentralised HVAC System
Hello there!
I am trying to design a central heating system with a centralized burner cascade (a hybrid system consisting of boilers and heat pumps) with decentralized domestic hot water production through heat interface units for a rather large building (30 apartments). The manufacturer of these HIUs recommended I use a differential temperature controlled bypass instead of a differential pressure controlled valve as the bypass in order to minimise losses in heat pump efficiencies due to too high return temperatures. The bypass was requested by the customer to ensure no branches of the system can ever go completely cold. I have been doing a little bit of googling but I can find no such setup anywhere else and I am getting to the point of utter confusion. Do any of you have any experience with this alternative setup? Would you have any information on what parts I need and what the hydronic schematic would need to look like? Thanks for all the help!
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I am trying to design a central heating system with a centralized burner cascade (a hybrid system consisting of boilers and heat pumps) with decentralized domestic hot water production through heat interface units for a rather large building (30 apartments). The manufacturer of these HIUs recommended I use a differential temperature controlled bypass instead of a differential pressure controlled valve as the bypass in order to minimise losses in heat pump efficiencies due to too high return temperatures. The bypass was requested by the customer to ensure no branches of the system can ever go completely cold. I have been doing a little bit of googling but I can find no such setup anywhere else and I am getting to the point of utter confusion. Do any of you have any experience with this alternative setup? Would you have any information on what parts I need and what the hydronic schematic would need to look like? Thanks for all the help!
2024.05.21 14:12 Existing-Net-1273 Suction Side Leak ~ Temporary Solution?
Good morning all,
I believe I have a small to medium sized suction-side leak that is drawing air into the pump and filter (Jacuzzi cartridge style). It has already destroyed 1 older style pump that did not have an auto-shutoff feature, when it ran dry overnight and burned out. I have leak tested all of the above-ground plumbing (bubbles and also radiator dye) and there is no evidence of leak.
If I left the purge/vent at the top of the filter open to continuously leak a small amount of air, would this be a reasonable temporary solution until I can locate and repair the suction-side leak? Or is this insane?
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I believe I have a small to medium sized suction-side leak that is drawing air into the pump and filter (Jacuzzi cartridge style). It has already destroyed 1 older style pump that did not have an auto-shutoff feature, when it ran dry overnight and burned out. I have leak tested all of the above-ground plumbing (bubbles and also radiator dye) and there is no evidence of leak.
If I left the purge/vent at the top of the filter open to continuously leak a small amount of air, would this be a reasonable temporary solution until I can locate and repair the suction-side leak? Or is this insane?
2024.05.21 11:07 CringeyVal0451 Maple Walnut Pie
Kadillac Kirk had been a good friend of mine for several years. I had met him through friends from The Spring Stage; and he never had anything to do with The Imp, which is why he didn’t appear in the Married Mary saga. Mary would have totally thrown herself at him, and Kirk would have definitely “thrown it in her.” He loved the ladies and often remarked that there was no such thing as an unappealing woman, nor was there anything sweeter than finding the pearl of passion in an outwardly plain dame. Fortunately for Kirk, he never met Mary. This was probably fortunate for Mary as well, seeing as Kirk was a confirmed bachelor and his rakish nature might have broken her fat heart.
Kirk was an older guy. Not MOE old, though. He was in his early forties, but he easily passed for a carefree dude in his 30s... not that he lied about his age. I only mention this trait to juxtapose Kirk’s genuine youthful air with Moe’s unconvincing youthful farce. Kirk dressed normally, avoided stupid jargon, and never busted out gimmicks like tarot cards or spells. He just existed, behaved affably, and people liked him for it.
He drove a classic 1962 Cadillac El Dorado convertible with red leather interior, and he lived in a charmingly quaint (and ridiculously expensive) neighborhood. How he made his fortune remained a mystery, but he never bloviated about his wealth. He just threw spectacular parties and people showed up. And, to my knowledge, he never tried to lure women into bed with his money (although I’m sure he got his fair share of boom-boom thanks to his digs and his wheels, even if the gold-diggers denied their monetary agendas).
Kirk was legitimately handsome. He was a drummer, he had a full head of black hair, he was clean-shaven, he worked out, and he knew all the hidden gems in Wellsprings. So why hadn’t I tried... or even desired to date him? I don’t know. I just didn’t feel drawn to him like that. He felt like a cool uncle and he had, thus far, never done anything to change my perception. Plus, the age difference weirded me out a little. Kirk didn’t look forty; but knowing that he had so much more life experience than I did created a power imbalance that would have creeped me out if we’d been dating. As buddies, I just felt supremely cool riding in his Cadillac, smoking Fantasia cigarettes, and hitting the speakeasies and jazz clubs I would have never known about if it weren’t for Kirk’s connections.
And he had been a good person to talk to about my romantic woes. He never lecherously suggested that I should date him, and he gave the type of tempered advice that only comes with lived experience. But he often lightly mocked me for my crush on Dennis and he did a hilarious impression of Smegal popping too soon over his “precious.” So when Mary “got me back” by doing whatever she didwith to Dennis, I called Kadillac Kirk and told him the drinks were on me if he’d be my designated driver for the night.
Why hadn’t I called Whisky??? Well, A) Kirk was way more fun to hang out with, at least from my past experiences up to that point. And B) I needed to bitch about a boy, something I couldn’t do in good conscience in front of a guy I was dating. So I put on the sexiest plunging halter dress I owned, applied heavy eye makeup and spikey accessories, braved a pair of stilettos, and sashayed out to Kirk’s convertible. I felt like a badass rock star. I probably looked like a try-hard hooker.
Kirk: Daaaaay-um! Somebody really did do a number on you, huh? I know you said you were upset, but the gents are gonna be writing thank you notes to that fat girl and that butt-fucking hobbit.
Me: I just need to feel pretty and numb. And I trust you to keep me from making a fool of myself.
Kirk squeezed my shoulder. “I’ve got you. You do whatever you need to do to get rid of these demons.”
He sparked up a J and offered me the first puff. I gladly accepted. He took one puff of his own, but said that the rest was mine since he didn’t want to drive stoned. See? He was responsible! Weed wasn’t legal in California yet, so I got a little bit baked before I stashed the sativa in the glove box and wrapped a scarf around my hair like a starlet from the Golden Age of Hollywood. Kirk sped out of the parking lot and said he was taking me to a downtown hotel that was hosting a party that night in their lush lobby.
Kadillac Kirk pulled up to the main entrance, paid the valet, and then opened my door. I was wobbly from the weed. And I had stupidly decided to wear heels. You can get high or you can wear high (heels). You can’t have both. Not if you’ve repeatedly injured both ankles (as I have). I had to take Kirk’s arm to keep from keeling over. “Can people tell I’m stoned?” I whispered. Kirk replied, “Nobody’s paying any attention to anyone else’s intoxication. I promise you that much.” I nodded, steadied myself, and strutted alongside my very cool friend, feeling a little more confident.
A live jazz orchestra was playing Cole Porter as we entered the lobby. Everything sparkled. The music was even more intoxicating than the spliff had been. “Just One of Those Things” brought tears to my eyes since the lyrics hit every raw nerve regarding the Dennis debacle. But I smiled. It might sound mental, but being distraught over a trash fire of a one-sided romance was exhilarating. Immature, for sure. But also exhilarating. You see, that kind of sadness doesn’t hurt. Not really. It stings. It leaves little bruises, but it’s very safe to wallow in because you haven’t actually lost anything. Melancholia over that which you never had is as sweet as it is bitter; and that type of twisted splendor is rivaled only by Stendhal.
“Here's hoping we meet now and then. It was great fun, but it was just one of those things.” I sang along with the band, and a fat tear rolled down past my melancholic smile and onto my chin. Kirk brushed it aside. “Too close to home?” I wiped away the remnants of the tear’s journey from eye to chin and smiled a more genuine smile. “The perfect distance from home. Shall we get drinks? Remember, I’m buying.”
Kirk: No, no. This is your time to heal. And I’m here as your pal, not your chauffeur. What would the lady like?”
I pretended to barf. Kirk knew I hated it when he got overly formal and overly attentive. So he did it just to mess with me. “Shot of vodka,” I replied.
Kirk: How many?
I thought briefly. “FIVE.”
Kirk: Five to one, baby. One in five...
Me: No one here gets out alive.
Kirk: Are you able to hold yourself upright, or should you come with?
I took a seat on an ornate, damask-upholstered chaise lounge. “I’ll be okay. And I was kidding about the five shots.”
I sat there lost in the music for a while. I thought very little about Dennis. Even less about Mary. And not at all about Whisky (whom I had shagged less than a week ago). My mind danced through the ornate lighting in the hotel lobby, and I suddenly felt the need to join the hoity-toity guests on the dancefloor!
Kirk returned with four shots of vodka. Two for him, two for me. That was quite reasonable of him. He knew damn well that I couldn’t handle five shots, but he also knew that I was in a... state. One that called for more than a single shot. I raised a both miniature glasses to “No more ninnyhammers or hairy-footed lovers.” Kirk did his hilarious Smegal impression, we double-toasted, and downed the shots. The band launched into “Let’s Misbehave,” and I kicked off my stilettos and made a beeline for the dance floor.
“There’s something wild about you child that’s so contagious. Let’s be outrageous! Let’s misbehave.” Kadillac Kirk swept me up, twirled me around, and dipped me as we both sang along with the lyrics. I wasn’t swooning for him, but I was enthralled by the moment. The music, the dancing, the combination of booze and bud... so I kissed him as he pulled me back to my feet. And he kissed back. In a way that Dennis never had. In a way that Whisky’s beard wouldn’t permit. I didn’t feel the visceral sensations that I’d felt when Dennis had kissed me, but it felt nice to feel desired. And then I noticed that other guests were watching us and applauding. Now, that was a dopamine rush if ever there was one!
I gently broke away from the embrace, high-fived Kirk and returned to the chaise lounge to put my stupid shoes back on. He followed me and smashed his face back onto mine. I pulled away and laughed. “It was a moment,” I told him. “I appreciate the dance, and that kiss was the perfect finale. But it’s not happening again.”
Kirk: Not to worry, Valerie. I know you. I knew all along that we were performing, and I was more than happy to be your scene partner.
Me: And dance partner! Those were some excellent moves! I didn’t know you had ballroom training.
Kirk: You name it, I’ve mastered it. Another drink for the lady?
I pretended to barf again. “Not yet. I’m not sad right now. Do you mind if I just sit here and enjoy the music?”
Kirk: Ah. My kisses do have healing properties...
I flipped my hand up at him. “Knock that shit off, bro. I wanted to hang out with you because I trust you not to get weird. Even if I get weird, I know you have the maturity to balance me out.”
Kirk: Are you calling me old???
Me: No. I’m calling you rational, responsible, and respectful.
Kirk: Well, now. If you can articulate an alliterative statement that fluently, then you clearly aren’t drunk enough!
I dismissed this comment as a joke. And he did indeed knock off the flirtation. We had a perfectly pleasant time chatting and dancing (no more kissing, though). And then I noticed a girl I knew from Into the Woods entering the lobby. She’d played Florinda and I’d played Little Red. I called her name and waved enthusiastically. She waved back. And then her date entered. It was D.E.N.N.I.S. I sank into the chaise. Kirk caught on immediately. “The hobbit???” he asked. I nodded silently. “You wanna make out again?” he enthused. I shook my head. I had to go say hello to Flo. And I had an idea...
I crossed the lobby, smiled, squealed, and hugged her.
Florinda: Lil’ Red! It’s been forever! So glad to see you!!! This is my friend, Denny.
From the corner of my eye. I could see Dennis shifting uncomfortably. I refused to look directly at him, neglected to acknowledge Flo's introduction and continued to converse only with her. "So glad to see you, too! What have you been up to since we left the woods?"
Dennis: C’mon, Val...
Florinda (appearing oblivious to the iciness between me and Dennis): Oh, I had some drama after the show closed. I'll have to tell you about it some other time... Have you seen Prince Big Bad (Scumbanger) lately?
I laughed. “Last time I saw him, he was hitting on some nasty fat chick at The Imp.”
Flo and I both scoffed at the pervy pest. Into the Woods was where I’d initially met Scumbanger. He played The Wolf/Cinderella’s Prince. Again... typecasting. There’s a whole essay in my brain about my first encounter with the pest, during which he quoted the song that he sang to me in the show, “Hello, Little Girl.” But it gets into some pretty uncomfortable territory because he made me feel... excited. Well, excited and scared. Nothing of note happened during Into the Woods, but our odd interactions did kind of set the stage for some extremely regrettable events during that Cats cast party.
I excused myself, saying that I needed to get back to my friend. And then I leaned in and said in a hushed voice to Flo, “Watch your ass with that one. If he’s the Denny I’m thinking of...” I gave her a look that only another female would be able to read. Her eyebrows shot up and she nodded. Dennis continued to shift as though he were trying to hold in a massive dump. “BABE! Uh...”
Flo apparently answered to that moniker as well. “What is it, Denny? Don’t worry. That was just telepathic girl talk. You apparently have a reputation...”
Dennis: Different Denny. I assure you I’m a pious gentleman.
Me: Ah. My mistake. Well, then. You guys have a good time! They’re playing Cole Porter, and the band is delovely. Great to see you, Flo!
I hugged Flo again, gave Dennis a curt nod, ignored the scent of mandarins and mountain air, and returned to Kirk.
I collapsed on the chaise lounge, exhausted from holding back the rage. I had no right to be mad at Florinda. I hadn’t seen her in three years, so how was she supposed to know that I’d had a thing with Dennis? Hell, I couldn’t even be mad at Dennis because the last time he and I had spoken in any meaningful way, I’d told him that I was no longer entertaining my crush on him. So why was I surprised to see him dating??? And why had he never taken ME out on a date like this??? And why wasn’t I smitten with Kadillac Kirk who HAD taken me out on a date like this, was an objectively excellent kisser, and a bona fide BALLER? What was wrong with me???
Kirk suggested going down the street to a quaint little bar and then sobering up at a diner closer to my apartment. I numbly nodded and followed him in silence for a few blocks. He assured me that I had “turned several heads” on the way to the new location, but I neither cared nor believed him. This wasn't the type of numbness I'd been aiming for. Now I needed to get schnockered. “Five shots of vodka, please.” Yes, I was serious.
Kadillac Kirk, my reliable designated driver, ordered only a beer and watched in something across between astonishment, concern, and delight as I slammed all five shots in rapid succession. I half expected to immediately retch all over the bar. But I felt fine. I half expected to immediately lose consciousness and wake up in the hospital. But I remained coherent. How I’d managed to take in that much hard liquor and suffer no direct consequences, I’ll never know.
I think I wanted to suffer. I wanted to either feel nothing at all or to feel a sickness bad enough to distract me from the scorching sting that pulsed through my being when I realized that I had lost the abstract notion I’d been addicted to this entire time. Hope. It wasn’t Dennis himself I couldn’t quit. It was that drug called hope. The hope that maybe, just maybe Dennis would give our romance a fair chance. The hope that maybe, just maybe he would make peace with himself, get his mind out of his crotch, and enjoy some agenda-free togetherness. The hope that maybe, just maybe he would stop bloviating about his admittedly impressive accomplishments for five fucking minutes and ask about my life. I had my own reasonably impressive accomplishments, even if they paled in comparison to his. A proper suitor would have enjoyed hearing about them.
But seeing him out with another woman, a woman who had no reason to parade her Dennis escapades before me as some means of revenge, a woman he was clearly courting of his own volition... My hope had died. It died before I’d had time to wean myself off it. Now I had to mourn the loss of hope, which is a very tricky brand of grief to navigate. Vodka wasn’t the answer, but it was what I had to work with. So it would have to do.
After enough time had passed without vomiting or collapsing, I asked Kirk to bring his car around to the bar so that I didn’t have to walk two and a half blocks drunk and in heels. He nodded and dramatically leaned in for a kiss. I recoiled. “DUDE! I told you. The moment has passed.”
Kirk: I beg your pardon. I misread your eyes. Thought I saw a green light...
Me: It’s fine. I just want to go home while I’m still feeling okay.
Kirk: Of course. Your chariot will be here soon.
He skipped off to fetch his Cadillac and I noticed that the lights in the bar were beginning to dance a bit. This should have been concerning. But then I realized that I was giggling. Wait... What? Oh shit. Sure, I was drunk from those shots. But what I was feeling in that moment wasn’t drunkery. It was stonery. Kirk probably misread my face because my pupils were dilated. Not from desire, but from drug use.
Some of you might be thinking that I was a bad friend for not introducing Lucy, an old dude connoisseur, to Kirk. Well... I did. Several years before the events of this story. He adored her. She, on the other hand, thought he was immature. And she wasn’t wrong. Lucy was astute when it came to sussing out a person’s true nature. Far more astute than I. Her initial assessment that Kirk was immature is about to be vindicated. Stretch those cringe muscles! It’s almost time for pie...
I somehow managed to get to his car. I honestly don’t recall how I got there. Did one of the bartenders carry me? Did some kind patron allow me to lean on him? Had Kadillac Kirk carried me out? I’m not sure. But my memory ceases to be fuzzy about halfway to the 24-hour diner. It might have been the very same 24-hour diner where Mary pulled her... shenanigans. I’ll never know.
Kirk: Would you say that you’re more drunk or more stoned?
Me: STONED. Definitely stoned.
Kirk made some sort of grunty noise and reached for my thigh. I slapped his hand.
Kirk: Stoned but not amorous? That’s rare.
I started laughing rather unkindly. “You’re a fucking horndog! I thought you were my safe straight male friend, dammit.”
Kirk: I solemnly swear that your safety is my primary concern, my stoned beauty.
I pretended to throw up.
Kirk: So... You’re not horny. But are you hungry? The diner I’m heading to makes this Maple Walnut Pie with the most sumptuous... sensual cream and exquisite drizzling of...
Me: Ew! Stop trying to bang the pie. Bro. Are YOU stoned? (Then I remembered the question.) Yes, I’m hungry. But I don’t like nuts. I’ll have banana cream.
Kirk made that repulsive grunty noise again. “Uhhhhh... Mmmmmm. Cream. Yessssss. Yes, we’ll be there in just a minute.” He was squirming in the driver's seat.
Me: GROSS, DUDE! If you’re gonna be like that I’ll just order HASH brows. Get it? Hash??? (I giggled.) You can’t make that sound nasty.
Kirk: Forgive my jokes. I think my blood sugar’s a bit low.
As Kirk parked, I began to wonder how I might get away with walking shoeless into the diner. The stilettos had to get off my feet. At least while I was walking. And Kirk was kind enough to give me his socks and wear his loafers “island style” into the establishment. Okay, that was gallant of him. Maybe he was going to behave himself for the rest of the evening.
I wasn’t terribly talkative as we sat down, and he expressed a bit of concern for my emotional well-being. I wasn’t coherent enough to explain what was happening to my emotions and I wasn’t sure I trusted him with my deep, dark secrets at that point. So I shrugged like a sulky teenager, ran my hands over my messy, windblown hair, and mumbled that I was “just hungry.” And right on cue, a very kind, slightly older waitress with a sweet southern accent stopped by to take our order.
Kirk: Ah, yes. We’ll have two cups of black coffee. And we’ll share a slice of that delectable Maple Walnut Pie.
Waitress: Oh, honey. That pie is scrumptious! I take it you’ve been here before?
Kirk: I have. This will be her first time to taste the splendor.
I hated to be a killjoy, but I interrupted and said to the waitress, “Ma’am? I’m sure the Maple Walnut is excellent, but could I please get a slice of Banana Cream? And a big glass of ice water?
Waitress: Sure, hon! Banana Cream’s just as yummy! I’ll be right back with those coffees and that big water.
Kirk was sucking on the tip of his forefinger and shaking his head a bit. “You’re passing up so many sensational... sensual...”
I put my forehead on the table and growled. “You swore you’d stop being nasty!” I held this #headdesk pose for quite some time before I finally lifted my head... only to see that Kirk was still sucking his fingertip and staring at me like a wild animal. “Pleeeeeease be normal,” I whined. “It’s been a really weird night for me.”
Kirk: Indeed. Many surprises. You know... You’re like titanium. Your flame burns so fast and so bright, if a guy doesn’t get in there while the iron is hot, he’ll never get another chance. I was too slow.
What the...? I was pretty sure he was wrong about titanium burning quickly. I’m no chemistry wiz, but my dad and my oldest brother are both big-brains when it comes to physics and chemistry. So I picked up some things just listening to them talk. Accurate or inaccurate, Kirk was being creepy again. He’d never been creepy towards me before, although I’d seen him act like this with other women. Usually with staggering success. Why????? His money. It had to be his money. Kirk was a nice-looking man, but holy shit... No amount of good looks could save this creep show
And then, our sweet waitress sat down our coffees, my water, and the two slices of pie. After I gulped down a whole bunch of water, I grabbed a fork, prepared to quell my munchies... and then I froze. Kirk was quickly flicking his finger back and forth across the top of his pie. And moaning. He noticed my wide-eyed stare, smirked, sucked the tip of his thumb, picked up the plate with both hands, and began flicking his tongue across the tip of the triangular pie slice. And moaning some more. Well, there went my appetite.
Kirk took his middle finger and jabbed it into the crustless vertex of the pie slice, then he began pumping it in and out like a piston, and flicking his thumb across the increasingly demolished top layer of whipped cream. He gasped this time. People were starting to stare. His pointer finger joined his middle finger in the piston action, and he replaced his thumb with his tongue. Between flicks of the tongue, he groaned, “Oh yeah, baby... Let me taste you,” but it was kind of hard to understand him.
And I was either about to run to the back office, tell them that I was in danger and needed a police escort home... OR I was about to burst out laughing at the spectacle. Kirk continued... He removed his fingers and gregariously licked pie filling off of them. "Ohhhhh," he groaned, "I got you soooo sticky. So sweet. So moist." And then he started sucking his fingertips again, switching from middle to pointer, middle to pointer and emitting a delighted little, “Mmmmmm” with every suck.
Finally, he jabbed his fingers back into the utterly destroyed pie, lowered his face into the mess and lapped loudly and passionately, moaning, grunting, and mumbling “Come on, baby. Come on. Mmmmmm. Come on.” I could see the waitress and some dude in a suit heading over to the table, so I sank down in my seat, partially covered my face, but continued to watch the train wreck. At last, Kirk shuddered violently as he splatted his entire hand onto the plate and rubbed furiously. And then he locked eyes with me. He sucked the tip of his thumb one final time and said, “You...” There was a long pause during which Kirk lovingly stroked the mess he’d made. “You... are the pie.”
I don’t hang out with Kadillac Kirk anymore. But he’s still a bachelor, ladies!
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Kirk was an older guy. Not MOE old, though. He was in his early forties, but he easily passed for a carefree dude in his 30s... not that he lied about his age. I only mention this trait to juxtapose Kirk’s genuine youthful air with Moe’s unconvincing youthful farce. Kirk dressed normally, avoided stupid jargon, and never busted out gimmicks like tarot cards or spells. He just existed, behaved affably, and people liked him for it.
He drove a classic 1962 Cadillac El Dorado convertible with red leather interior, and he lived in a charmingly quaint (and ridiculously expensive) neighborhood. How he made his fortune remained a mystery, but he never bloviated about his wealth. He just threw spectacular parties and people showed up. And, to my knowledge, he never tried to lure women into bed with his money (although I’m sure he got his fair share of boom-boom thanks to his digs and his wheels, even if the gold-diggers denied their monetary agendas).
Kirk was legitimately handsome. He was a drummer, he had a full head of black hair, he was clean-shaven, he worked out, and he knew all the hidden gems in Wellsprings. So why hadn’t I tried... or even desired to date him? I don’t know. I just didn’t feel drawn to him like that. He felt like a cool uncle and he had, thus far, never done anything to change my perception. Plus, the age difference weirded me out a little. Kirk didn’t look forty; but knowing that he had so much more life experience than I did created a power imbalance that would have creeped me out if we’d been dating. As buddies, I just felt supremely cool riding in his Cadillac, smoking Fantasia cigarettes, and hitting the speakeasies and jazz clubs I would have never known about if it weren’t for Kirk’s connections.
And he had been a good person to talk to about my romantic woes. He never lecherously suggested that I should date him, and he gave the type of tempered advice that only comes with lived experience. But he often lightly mocked me for my crush on Dennis and he did a hilarious impression of Smegal popping too soon over his “precious.” So when Mary “got me back” by doing whatever she did
Why hadn’t I called Whisky??? Well, A) Kirk was way more fun to hang out with, at least from my past experiences up to that point. And B) I needed to bitch about a boy, something I couldn’t do in good conscience in front of a guy I was dating. So I put on the sexiest plunging halter dress I owned, applied heavy eye makeup and spikey accessories, braved a pair of stilettos, and sashayed out to Kirk’s convertible. I felt like a badass rock star. I probably looked like a try-hard hooker.
Kirk: Daaaaay-um! Somebody really did do a number on you, huh? I know you said you were upset, but the gents are gonna be writing thank you notes to that fat girl and that butt-fucking hobbit.
Me: I just need to feel pretty and numb. And I trust you to keep me from making a fool of myself.
Kirk squeezed my shoulder. “I’ve got you. You do whatever you need to do to get rid of these demons.”
He sparked up a J and offered me the first puff. I gladly accepted. He took one puff of his own, but said that the rest was mine since he didn’t want to drive stoned. See? He was responsible! Weed wasn’t legal in California yet, so I got a little bit baked before I stashed the sativa in the glove box and wrapped a scarf around my hair like a starlet from the Golden Age of Hollywood. Kirk sped out of the parking lot and said he was taking me to a downtown hotel that was hosting a party that night in their lush lobby.
Kadillac Kirk pulled up to the main entrance, paid the valet, and then opened my door. I was wobbly from the weed. And I had stupidly decided to wear heels. You can get high or you can wear high (heels). You can’t have both. Not if you’ve repeatedly injured both ankles (as I have). I had to take Kirk’s arm to keep from keeling over. “Can people tell I’m stoned?” I whispered. Kirk replied, “Nobody’s paying any attention to anyone else’s intoxication. I promise you that much.” I nodded, steadied myself, and strutted alongside my very cool friend, feeling a little more confident.
A live jazz orchestra was playing Cole Porter as we entered the lobby. Everything sparkled. The music was even more intoxicating than the spliff had been. “Just One of Those Things” brought tears to my eyes since the lyrics hit every raw nerve regarding the Dennis debacle. But I smiled. It might sound mental, but being distraught over a trash fire of a one-sided romance was exhilarating. Immature, for sure. But also exhilarating. You see, that kind of sadness doesn’t hurt. Not really. It stings. It leaves little bruises, but it’s very safe to wallow in because you haven’t actually lost anything. Melancholia over that which you never had is as sweet as it is bitter; and that type of twisted splendor is rivaled only by Stendhal.
“Here's hoping we meet now and then. It was great fun, but it was just one of those things.” I sang along with the band, and a fat tear rolled down past my melancholic smile and onto my chin. Kirk brushed it aside. “Too close to home?” I wiped away the remnants of the tear’s journey from eye to chin and smiled a more genuine smile. “The perfect distance from home. Shall we get drinks? Remember, I’m buying.”
Kirk: No, no. This is your time to heal. And I’m here as your pal, not your chauffeur. What would the lady like?”
I pretended to barf. Kirk knew I hated it when he got overly formal and overly attentive. So he did it just to mess with me. “Shot of vodka,” I replied.
Kirk: How many?
I thought briefly. “FIVE.”
Kirk: Five to one, baby. One in five...
Me: No one here gets out alive.
Kirk: Are you able to hold yourself upright, or should you come with?
I took a seat on an ornate, damask-upholstered chaise lounge. “I’ll be okay. And I was kidding about the five shots.”
I sat there lost in the music for a while. I thought very little about Dennis. Even less about Mary. And not at all about Whisky (whom I had shagged less than a week ago). My mind danced through the ornate lighting in the hotel lobby, and I suddenly felt the need to join the hoity-toity guests on the dancefloor!
Kirk returned with four shots of vodka. Two for him, two for me. That was quite reasonable of him. He knew damn well that I couldn’t handle five shots, but he also knew that I was in a... state. One that called for more than a single shot. I raised a both miniature glasses to “No more ninnyhammers or hairy-footed lovers.” Kirk did his hilarious Smegal impression, we double-toasted, and downed the shots. The band launched into “Let’s Misbehave,” and I kicked off my stilettos and made a beeline for the dance floor.
“There’s something wild about you child that’s so contagious. Let’s be outrageous! Let’s misbehave.” Kadillac Kirk swept me up, twirled me around, and dipped me as we both sang along with the lyrics. I wasn’t swooning for him, but I was enthralled by the moment. The music, the dancing, the combination of booze and bud... so I kissed him as he pulled me back to my feet. And he kissed back. In a way that Dennis never had. In a way that Whisky’s beard wouldn’t permit. I didn’t feel the visceral sensations that I’d felt when Dennis had kissed me, but it felt nice to feel desired. And then I noticed that other guests were watching us and applauding. Now, that was a dopamine rush if ever there was one!
I gently broke away from the embrace, high-fived Kirk and returned to the chaise lounge to put my stupid shoes back on. He followed me and smashed his face back onto mine. I pulled away and laughed. “It was a moment,” I told him. “I appreciate the dance, and that kiss was the perfect finale. But it’s not happening again.”
Kirk: Not to worry, Valerie. I know you. I knew all along that we were performing, and I was more than happy to be your scene partner.
Me: And dance partner! Those were some excellent moves! I didn’t know you had ballroom training.
Kirk: You name it, I’ve mastered it. Another drink for the lady?
I pretended to barf again. “Not yet. I’m not sad right now. Do you mind if I just sit here and enjoy the music?”
Kirk: Ah. My kisses do have healing properties...
I flipped my hand up at him. “Knock that shit off, bro. I wanted to hang out with you because I trust you not to get weird. Even if I get weird, I know you have the maturity to balance me out.”
Kirk: Are you calling me old???
Me: No. I’m calling you rational, responsible, and respectful.
Kirk: Well, now. If you can articulate an alliterative statement that fluently, then you clearly aren’t drunk enough!
I dismissed this comment as a joke. And he did indeed knock off the flirtation. We had a perfectly pleasant time chatting and dancing (no more kissing, though). And then I noticed a girl I knew from Into the Woods entering the lobby. She’d played Florinda and I’d played Little Red. I called her name and waved enthusiastically. She waved back. And then her date entered. It was D.E.N.N.I.S. I sank into the chaise. Kirk caught on immediately. “The hobbit???” he asked. I nodded silently. “You wanna make out again?” he enthused. I shook my head. I had to go say hello to Flo. And I had an idea...
I crossed the lobby, smiled, squealed, and hugged her.
Florinda: Lil’ Red! It’s been forever! So glad to see you!!! This is my friend, Denny.
From the corner of my eye. I could see Dennis shifting uncomfortably. I refused to look directly at him, neglected to acknowledge Flo's introduction and continued to converse only with her. "So glad to see you, too! What have you been up to since we left the woods?"
Dennis: C’mon, Val...
Florinda (appearing oblivious to the iciness between me and Dennis): Oh, I had some drama after the show closed. I'll have to tell you about it some other time... Have you seen Prince Big Bad (Scumbanger) lately?
I laughed. “Last time I saw him, he was hitting on some nasty fat chick at The Imp.”
Flo and I both scoffed at the pervy pest. Into the Woods was where I’d initially met Scumbanger. He played The Wolf/Cinderella’s Prince. Again... typecasting. There’s a whole essay in my brain about my first encounter with the pest, during which he quoted the song that he sang to me in the show, “Hello, Little Girl.” But it gets into some pretty uncomfortable territory because he made me feel... excited. Well, excited and scared. Nothing of note happened during Into the Woods, but our odd interactions did kind of set the stage for some extremely regrettable events during that Cats cast party.
I excused myself, saying that I needed to get back to my friend. And then I leaned in and said in a hushed voice to Flo, “Watch your ass with that one. If he’s the Denny I’m thinking of...” I gave her a look that only another female would be able to read. Her eyebrows shot up and she nodded. Dennis continued to shift as though he were trying to hold in a massive dump. “BABE! Uh...”
Flo apparently answered to that moniker as well. “What is it, Denny? Don’t worry. That was just telepathic girl talk. You apparently have a reputation...”
Dennis: Different Denny. I assure you I’m a pious gentleman.
Me: Ah. My mistake. Well, then. You guys have a good time! They’re playing Cole Porter, and the band is delovely. Great to see you, Flo!
I hugged Flo again, gave Dennis a curt nod, ignored the scent of mandarins and mountain air, and returned to Kirk.
I collapsed on the chaise lounge, exhausted from holding back the rage. I had no right to be mad at Florinda. I hadn’t seen her in three years, so how was she supposed to know that I’d had a thing with Dennis? Hell, I couldn’t even be mad at Dennis because the last time he and I had spoken in any meaningful way, I’d told him that I was no longer entertaining my crush on him. So why was I surprised to see him dating??? And why had he never taken ME out on a date like this??? And why wasn’t I smitten with Kadillac Kirk who HAD taken me out on a date like this, was an objectively excellent kisser, and a bona fide BALLER? What was wrong with me???
Kirk suggested going down the street to a quaint little bar and then sobering up at a diner closer to my apartment. I numbly nodded and followed him in silence for a few blocks. He assured me that I had “turned several heads” on the way to the new location, but I neither cared nor believed him. This wasn't the type of numbness I'd been aiming for. Now I needed to get schnockered. “Five shots of vodka, please.” Yes, I was serious.
Kadillac Kirk, my reliable designated driver, ordered only a beer and watched in something across between astonishment, concern, and delight as I slammed all five shots in rapid succession. I half expected to immediately retch all over the bar. But I felt fine. I half expected to immediately lose consciousness and wake up in the hospital. But I remained coherent. How I’d managed to take in that much hard liquor and suffer no direct consequences, I’ll never know.
I think I wanted to suffer. I wanted to either feel nothing at all or to feel a sickness bad enough to distract me from the scorching sting that pulsed through my being when I realized that I had lost the abstract notion I’d been addicted to this entire time. Hope. It wasn’t Dennis himself I couldn’t quit. It was that drug called hope. The hope that maybe, just maybe Dennis would give our romance a fair chance. The hope that maybe, just maybe he would make peace with himself, get his mind out of his crotch, and enjoy some agenda-free togetherness. The hope that maybe, just maybe he would stop bloviating about his admittedly impressive accomplishments for five fucking minutes and ask about my life. I had my own reasonably impressive accomplishments, even if they paled in comparison to his. A proper suitor would have enjoyed hearing about them.
But seeing him out with another woman, a woman who had no reason to parade her Dennis escapades before me as some means of revenge, a woman he was clearly courting of his own volition... My hope had died. It died before I’d had time to wean myself off it. Now I had to mourn the loss of hope, which is a very tricky brand of grief to navigate. Vodka wasn’t the answer, but it was what I had to work with. So it would have to do.
After enough time had passed without vomiting or collapsing, I asked Kirk to bring his car around to the bar so that I didn’t have to walk two and a half blocks drunk and in heels. He nodded and dramatically leaned in for a kiss. I recoiled. “DUDE! I told you. The moment has passed.”
Kirk: I beg your pardon. I misread your eyes. Thought I saw a green light...
Me: It’s fine. I just want to go home while I’m still feeling okay.
Kirk: Of course. Your chariot will be here soon.
He skipped off to fetch his Cadillac and I noticed that the lights in the bar were beginning to dance a bit. This should have been concerning. But then I realized that I was giggling. Wait... What? Oh shit. Sure, I was drunk from those shots. But what I was feeling in that moment wasn’t drunkery. It was stonery. Kirk probably misread my face because my pupils were dilated. Not from desire, but from drug use.
Some of you might be thinking that I was a bad friend for not introducing Lucy, an old dude connoisseur, to Kirk. Well... I did. Several years before the events of this story. He adored her. She, on the other hand, thought he was immature. And she wasn’t wrong. Lucy was astute when it came to sussing out a person’s true nature. Far more astute than I. Her initial assessment that Kirk was immature is about to be vindicated. Stretch those cringe muscles! It’s almost time for pie...
I somehow managed to get to his car. I honestly don’t recall how I got there. Did one of the bartenders carry me? Did some kind patron allow me to lean on him? Had Kadillac Kirk carried me out? I’m not sure. But my memory ceases to be fuzzy about halfway to the 24-hour diner. It might have been the very same 24-hour diner where Mary pulled her... shenanigans. I’ll never know.
Kirk: Would you say that you’re more drunk or more stoned?
Me: STONED. Definitely stoned.
Kirk made some sort of grunty noise and reached for my thigh. I slapped his hand.
Kirk: Stoned but not amorous? That’s rare.
I started laughing rather unkindly. “You’re a fucking horndog! I thought you were my safe straight male friend, dammit.”
Kirk: I solemnly swear that your safety is my primary concern, my stoned beauty.
I pretended to throw up.
Kirk: So... You’re not horny. But are you hungry? The diner I’m heading to makes this Maple Walnut Pie with the most sumptuous... sensual cream and exquisite drizzling of...
Me: Ew! Stop trying to bang the pie. Bro. Are YOU stoned? (Then I remembered the question.) Yes, I’m hungry. But I don’t like nuts. I’ll have banana cream.
Kirk made that repulsive grunty noise again. “Uhhhhh... Mmmmmm. Cream. Yessssss. Yes, we’ll be there in just a minute.” He was squirming in the driver's seat.
Me: GROSS, DUDE! If you’re gonna be like that I’ll just order HASH brows. Get it? Hash??? (I giggled.) You can’t make that sound nasty.
Kirk: Forgive my jokes. I think my blood sugar’s a bit low.
As Kirk parked, I began to wonder how I might get away with walking shoeless into the diner. The stilettos had to get off my feet. At least while I was walking. And Kirk was kind enough to give me his socks and wear his loafers “island style” into the establishment. Okay, that was gallant of him. Maybe he was going to behave himself for the rest of the evening.
I wasn’t terribly talkative as we sat down, and he expressed a bit of concern for my emotional well-being. I wasn’t coherent enough to explain what was happening to my emotions and I wasn’t sure I trusted him with my deep, dark secrets at that point. So I shrugged like a sulky teenager, ran my hands over my messy, windblown hair, and mumbled that I was “just hungry.” And right on cue, a very kind, slightly older waitress with a sweet southern accent stopped by to take our order.
Kirk: Ah, yes. We’ll have two cups of black coffee. And we’ll share a slice of that delectable Maple Walnut Pie.
Waitress: Oh, honey. That pie is scrumptious! I take it you’ve been here before?
Kirk: I have. This will be her first time to taste the splendor.
I hated to be a killjoy, but I interrupted and said to the waitress, “Ma’am? I’m sure the Maple Walnut is excellent, but could I please get a slice of Banana Cream? And a big glass of ice water?
Waitress: Sure, hon! Banana Cream’s just as yummy! I’ll be right back with those coffees and that big water.
Kirk was sucking on the tip of his forefinger and shaking his head a bit. “You’re passing up so many sensational... sensual...”
I put my forehead on the table and growled. “You swore you’d stop being nasty!” I held this #headdesk pose for quite some time before I finally lifted my head... only to see that Kirk was still sucking his fingertip and staring at me like a wild animal. “Pleeeeeease be normal,” I whined. “It’s been a really weird night for me.”
Kirk: Indeed. Many surprises. You know... You’re like titanium. Your flame burns so fast and so bright, if a guy doesn’t get in there while the iron is hot, he’ll never get another chance. I was too slow.
What the...? I was pretty sure he was wrong about titanium burning quickly. I’m no chemistry wiz, but my dad and my oldest brother are both big-brains when it comes to physics and chemistry. So I picked up some things just listening to them talk. Accurate or inaccurate, Kirk was being creepy again. He’d never been creepy towards me before, although I’d seen him act like this with other women. Usually with staggering success. Why????? His money. It had to be his money. Kirk was a nice-looking man, but holy shit... No amount of good looks could save this creep show
And then, our sweet waitress sat down our coffees, my water, and the two slices of pie. After I gulped down a whole bunch of water, I grabbed a fork, prepared to quell my munchies... and then I froze. Kirk was quickly flicking his finger back and forth across the top of his pie. And moaning. He noticed my wide-eyed stare, smirked, sucked the tip of his thumb, picked up the plate with both hands, and began flicking his tongue across the tip of the triangular pie slice. And moaning some more. Well, there went my appetite.
Kirk took his middle finger and jabbed it into the crustless vertex of the pie slice, then he began pumping it in and out like a piston, and flicking his thumb across the increasingly demolished top layer of whipped cream. He gasped this time. People were starting to stare. His pointer finger joined his middle finger in the piston action, and he replaced his thumb with his tongue. Between flicks of the tongue, he groaned, “Oh yeah, baby... Let me taste you,” but it was kind of hard to understand him.
And I was either about to run to the back office, tell them that I was in danger and needed a police escort home... OR I was about to burst out laughing at the spectacle. Kirk continued... He removed his fingers and gregariously licked pie filling off of them. "Ohhhhh," he groaned, "I got you soooo sticky. So sweet. So moist." And then he started sucking his fingertips again, switching from middle to pointer, middle to pointer and emitting a delighted little, “Mmmmmm” with every suck.
Finally, he jabbed his fingers back into the utterly destroyed pie, lowered his face into the mess and lapped loudly and passionately, moaning, grunting, and mumbling “Come on, baby. Come on. Mmmmmm. Come on.” I could see the waitress and some dude in a suit heading over to the table, so I sank down in my seat, partially covered my face, but continued to watch the train wreck. At last, Kirk shuddered violently as he splatted his entire hand onto the plate and rubbed furiously. And then he locked eyes with me. He sucked the tip of his thumb one final time and said, “You...” There was a long pause during which Kirk lovingly stroked the mess he’d made. “You... are the pie.”
I don’t hang out with Kadillac Kirk anymore. But he’s still a bachelor, ladies!
2024.05.21 07:57 TrueMetalSmiths Guide on Creating Custom Sheet Metal Brackets
 | Sheet metal brackets are commonly used in a variety of industries and applications, including automotive, aerospace, construction, and electronics. These brackets are critical components that provide support and stability to a range of structures and equipment. In this post, we will walk you through the process of creating sheet metal brackets, from design to fabrication. submitted by TrueMetalSmiths to BeskaMold [link] [comments] 8 Steps to Create Custom Sheet Metal BracketsStep 1: Design the BracketThe first step in creating a sheet metal bracket is designing the bracket. This involves determining the shape and size of the bracket, as well as any features that may be required, such as mounting holes or bends. There are a number of software programs available that can assist in the design process, such as SolidWorks, AutoCAD, or Fusion 360. Step 2: Select the Material Once the bracket design is finalized, the next step is selecting the material. The most commonly used materials for sheet metal brackets are aluminum, steel, and stainless steel. The material chosen will depend on the specific application and the properties required, such as strength, corrosion resistance, and weight. Step 3: Cut the Material The next step in the process is cutting the material to the required size and shape. This is typically done using a laser cutter or CNC plasma cutter. The cutting process must be precise to ensure that the bracket is accurately sized and shaped according to the design. Step 4: Bend the Material After the material is cut, the next step is bending the material to the required angle and shape. This is done using a press brake or similar machine, which applies force to the metal to create the desired shape. The number of bends required will depend on the design of the bracket. Step 5: Add Holes and Cutouts Once the bracket is bent, the next step is adding any required holes or cutouts. This is typically done using a punch press or drilling machine. The holes must be accurately positioned and sized to ensure that the bracket can be mounted or attached correctly. Step 6: Finish the Bracket After the holes and cutouts are added, the final step is finishing the bracket. This may involve sanding or deburring any rough edges or sharp corners, as well as applying any necessary coatings or finishes to improve the bracket’s corrosion resistance or appearance. Step7: Quality Control Before the bracket is delivered to the customer, it is important to conduct quality control checks to ensure that the bracket meets the required specifications. This may involve checking the dimensions, angles, and surface finish, as well as conducting load tests to ensure that the bracket can support the required weight. Step8: Assembly Depending on the design of the bracket, it may need to be assembled after it has been formed. This can involve using welding, riveting, or other techniques to attach different components of the bracket together. It is important to carefully plan the assembly process and ensure that all components fit together properly, to ensure the strength and stability of the finished product. Popular Materials to Produce Sheet Metal BracketsSteel: Steel is a popular material for sheet metal brackets due to its strength, durability, and relatively low cost. It can also be easily welded and machined.Aluminum: Aluminum is a lightweight and corrosion-resistant material that is commonly used in applications where weight is a concern, such as aerospace and automotive industries. Stainless steel: Stainless steel is a corrosion-resistant material that is often used in applications where the bracket may be exposed to moisture or other harsh environments. Copper: Copper is a soft and malleable material that is often used in electrical and plumbing applications. It is also a good conductor of heat and electricity. Brass: Brass is a combination of copper and zinc that is often used for decorative purposes due to its attractive golden color. It is also corrosion-resistant and has good conductivity. https://preview.redd.it/c1cmjmsfyp1d1.png?width=1910&format=png&auto=webp&s=f083d63e2915cd804e7290df63a199a4f14b679e Applications of Sheet Metal Brackets in Different IndustriesSheet metal brackets have a wide range of applications in various applications below:Automotive: Exhaust systems, radiators, and suspension systems, etc. Aerospace: Avionics equipment, engines, and landing gear, etc. Electronics: Circuit boards, power supplies, and transformers, etc. Industrial equipment: Secure components of motors, pumps, conveyors, etc. Furniture: Reinforce furniture components of table legs, chair frames, shelving, etc. Lighting: Secure components of bulbs, sockets, shades, etc. Construction: Reinforce structural components of beams, columns, trusses, etc. Common Challenges on Creating the Custom Sheet Metal BracketsThere are several challenges during producing custom sheet metal brackets:
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2024.05.21 04:33 YogurtclosetAny8510 Distraction
 | These mfs are getting paid to derail retail investors from the main plays. submitted by YogurtclosetAny8510 to AMCSTOCKS [link] [comments] That Chinese trash stock is the institutions pumping and dumping... Unaware bandwagon retail investors are getting duped into thinking the amc/ gme "squeeze" is over. 🤣 I will keep averaging down as long as they suppress the price of AMC. I'm almost back to x,xxx! 🦍🎬🎥📈📊💎🙌🚀 Nfa. |
2024.05.21 03:59 strong_grey_hero Where does an offline chlorinator go with parallel filters?
 | Neighborhood pool is set up like this, with new plumbing. I’m plumbing the chlorinators back in. In my detailed technical diagram, ‘P’ is for ‘Pump’, and ‘F’ is for ‘Filter’. The most convenient place to put them would be between the two filters, but that doesn’t seem right. submitted by strong_grey_hero to pools [link] [comments] Where should the inlet and outlet go? |
2024.05.21 02:54 TerryMcLaughlin3 Pirates Plumbing
URL/Website *
https://piratesplumbing.com
Keywords
Plumbing, Plumbing Company, Drain Cleaning, Plumbing Repair, Water Heaters, Electric Water Heaters, Gas Water Heaters, Grinder Pumps, Shower Repair,Garbage Disposal Repair,
Description Short
Pirates Plumbing is a family owned and operated plumbing company with a distinct focus on residential and commercial plumbing. We are located here in the Tampa Bay area and have been providing plumbing services in Hillsborough, Pinellas and Pasco Counties for over 15 years. We pride ourselves on superior customer service, reliability and building long-lasting relationships with our customers.
Description Long
Pirates Plumbing is a family owned and operated plumbing company with a distinct focus on residential and commercial plumbing. We are located here in the Tampa Bay area and have been providing plumbing services in Hillsborough, Pinellas and Pasco Counties for over 15 years. We pride ourselves on superior customer service, reliability and building long-lasting relationships with our customers.
Our plumbers are the best in the area with over 50+ years of experience. Our extensive knowledge within the plumbing industry is what sets us aside from our competitors.
Owner Name
Terry McLaughlin
Business Address *
3114 US-19 ALT Suite A,
Palm Harbor, FL 34683
Business Email *
[Admin@piratesplumbing.com](mailto:Admin@piratesplumbing.com)
Business Phone
727-412-8075
Year Found
2008
Number of Employee 20
Operating Hours
24 Hours 7 Days a Week
Social Media Links
https://www.facebook.com/piratesplumbingog
https://twitter.com/PiratePlumbing
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https://piratesplumbing.com
Keywords
Plumbing, Plumbing Company, Drain Cleaning, Plumbing Repair, Water Heaters, Electric Water Heaters, Gas Water Heaters, Grinder Pumps, Shower Repair,Garbage Disposal Repair,
Description Short
Pirates Plumbing is a family owned and operated plumbing company with a distinct focus on residential and commercial plumbing. We are located here in the Tampa Bay area and have been providing plumbing services in Hillsborough, Pinellas and Pasco Counties for over 15 years. We pride ourselves on superior customer service, reliability and building long-lasting relationships with our customers.
Description Long
Pirates Plumbing is a family owned and operated plumbing company with a distinct focus on residential and commercial plumbing. We are located here in the Tampa Bay area and have been providing plumbing services in Hillsborough, Pinellas and Pasco Counties for over 15 years. We pride ourselves on superior customer service, reliability and building long-lasting relationships with our customers.
Our plumbers are the best in the area with over 50+ years of experience. Our extensive knowledge within the plumbing industry is what sets us aside from our competitors.
Owner Name
Terry McLaughlin
Business Address *
3114 US-19 ALT Suite A,
Palm Harbor, FL 34683
Business Email *
[Admin@piratesplumbing.com](mailto:Admin@piratesplumbing.com)
Business Phone
727-412-8075
Year Found
2008
Number of Employee 20
Operating Hours
24 Hours 7 Days a Week
Social Media Links
https://www.facebook.com/piratesplumbingog
https://twitter.com/PiratePlumbing
2024.05.21 02:33 CreatedCharacter Session 1 Recap - Last Things Last
Background:
Delta Green is a covert group inside the United States federal government. Its mission is to investigate, contain, and conceal unnatural events, because the unnatural is real and it kills. Agents of Delta Green have limited knowledge of these forces and those who know more suffer that burden unable to turn back. Sometimes it is better to know just enough to get the job done, and nothing more.
New agents Schel, Palmer and Kurtz have drawn the attention of Delta Green after recent exposures to the unnatural. We join their journey as they pay the price (physical and mental) to save those who never knew they were at risk.
Kurtz: A computer scientist with dangerous interests.
Schel: An astrophysicist scarred by exposure to unnatural forces.
Palmer: An anthropology professor and amateur photographer with deep experience in the occult.
Last Things Last:
Each agent receives a call from a blocked number at precisely 3:17pm, leaving a voice message containing nothing but indistinct background chatter. Family members think nothing of it in this day and age, but underneath the mundane exists a message detailing a where to find the beginnings of the new mission.
Respectively they make their way to post office building in their city, and into a conference room where the see their case manager Stephen Dennison. A stocky aged man with a distinctive thick moustache and crew cut gives the agents a dossier with their next assignment.
Clyde Baughman a former Delta Green agent active in the 1970s has died unexpectedly of a heart attack in his apartment. Delta Green does not suspect anything unnatural about his death, but record keeping was relaxed in the past, and Delta Green need to be certain anything deemed unnatural that Clyde may have kept be removed from play.
Baughman’s children are expected to be in the city within 48hrs to clean up his affairs and his apartment, and the agents are to ensure they find nothing. Handing them the key, he wished them luck and said one way or another report back here in 48hrs.
The agents head to the apartment building via Uber. Taking a cautious approach, they notice an old lady who is watching the comings and goings to potentially interrupt or spy on to breakup her loneliness. Palmer drew her attention, investigating the building and when she “popped” up walking her dog he explained he was into urban photography.
Clear to approach the apartment without obstacle, Kurtz and Schel search the house starting with the kitchen and lounge. The house showed signs of not being lived in for months despite Clyde dying her mere days ago.
Palmer joined as the detailed search continued towards the bedrooms and bathroom. The bathroom was a grizzly scene, cleared of a body but not the evidence of the fall. In the bedroom used as an office the agents a vast pile of miscellaneous papers. Schel’s experience with administration roles saw them create a system to get through the papers at pace without missing anything. Nothing out of the natural realm was found but there was a clear indication Clyde had bought a cabin in recent years. Knowing he died here; they deduced the key must be here also and began searching. They found the key on a hook inside a cardboard door, intended to be hidden from any casual visitor but not inaccessible. Memorising the address from the paperwork, they destroyed any paperwork that might lead the children from finding the cabin prematurely. The agents went to a vehicle rental company, hired a car so they could set off for the cabin.
Arriving at the cabin in the dead of night, after navigating some rough country roads for several hours, the agents calculated what to do next. Palmer decided to case the outside of the house and report back. He found a well, a well pump, power connecting to the house, an outhouse, and a shed. Reporting back the agents tentatively entered the cabin with the key and turned on the lights. A quick inspection showed that this cabin was more “lived in” than the apartment. Looking around the bathroom, the agents noticed the plumbing had been reconfigured in an odd manner. Flushing the toilet caused water to erupt out of the kitchen sink. Kurtz and Palmer decided to investigate the well, the pump and anything plumbing related. While they did, Schel found a footlocker finding curious items such as a bloody suit, animal hair, infant teeth, a feather with a mystical rainbow shine, tear gas grenades, a letter, and a magnetic orb.
Schel’s understanding how many rules of physics the magnetic orb was breaking caused her to black out. Kurtz and Palmer returned finding nothing wrong with the well but wondering why the outhouse was needed. Finding Schel they rushed to her aid, reviving her. After a brief exchange of findings Schel remembered the letter and they opened together.
The letter was from Clyde. It presumed if reading that he had died and was too cowardly to follow through his final mission. It directed the agents to 20 gallons of gasoline hidden in the shed, pleading with them to pour it into the septic tank and ignite it. Saying that would be happier if they did not look but under no circumstances should his children’s ever see the remains.
The agents find the gasoline as advertised and make their way to the septic tank. Opening the tank enough to put the hose down they hear a cry of desperation. A woman is trapped in the tank, identifying herself as Marlene. Clyde’s wife who had died years ago. Faced with the dilemma, the agents asked for more information. It appears as though four years ago, Marlene became terminally ill, Clyde unable to let go told Marlene of the unnatural events he had witnessed in secret and that he could save her. That he did some Pagan spell, and she began to heal, she thought life would get better. He bought a cabin and said they could retire out there, when she came to look, he trapped her down here and has been keeping her alive in secret. She didn’t know others thought she had died, but she harbours no bad intent now that he’s gone, she just wants to see her kids.
Schel convinced this woman needed their help entertained letting her out, Palmer remained neutral, but Kurtz heeding the letters advice began pouring gasoline.
At that moment Marlene or what was once Marlene jumped with otherworldly force at the lid to the tank, and through luck and tactical placement, Palmer holding the lid was able to block her exit. Wary of the strength the lid was braced further, so the creature tried to bargain. Identifying as the Other, a creature that inhabits the bodies of others when their souls move on. Clyde had not saved Marlene, she died and the Other took her place. Retaining memories and the emotional strings to pull the Other thought it had Clyde fooled until he trapped her down here. However Clyde could not destroy her, and so they did the dance until Clyde died and the agents arrived. The Other offered unnatural knowledge in exchange for freedom, Palmer entertained it but Kurtz stayed steady on the gasoline as Schel’s world was shaken. The Other offered lucrative windows into untapped psychic potential for Palmer and as he was ready to discuss the potential with the team Kurtz through the match in removing the Other from this plane… for now.
Considering the apartment clear and the cabin sanitised, the agents met with Stephen to confirm evidence of the unnatural was found at the cabin, protocol had been violated with Marlene and handing the letter over. Asked if “it” was handled, the agents confirmed it was but omitted any interaction with the creature, preferring the narrative the followed the letter perfectly.
Stephen took the unnatural items for Delta Green inspection before allowing the agents to keep. His farewell to the agents were, I always hope there will be no next time, but unfortunately agents there will be a next time, until then live your lives as best you can.
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Delta Green is a covert group inside the United States federal government. Its mission is to investigate, contain, and conceal unnatural events, because the unnatural is real and it kills. Agents of Delta Green have limited knowledge of these forces and those who know more suffer that burden unable to turn back. Sometimes it is better to know just enough to get the job done, and nothing more.
New agents Schel, Palmer and Kurtz have drawn the attention of Delta Green after recent exposures to the unnatural. We join their journey as they pay the price (physical and mental) to save those who never knew they were at risk.
Schel: An astrophysicist scarred by exposure to unnatural forces.
Palmer: An anthropology professor and amateur photographer with deep experience in the occult.
Last Things Last:
Each agent receives a call from a blocked number at precisely 3:17pm, leaving a voice message containing nothing but indistinct background chatter. Family members think nothing of it in this day and age, but underneath the mundane exists a message detailing a where to find the beginnings of the new mission.
Respectively they make their way to post office building in their city, and into a conference room where the see their case manager Stephen Dennison. A stocky aged man with a distinctive thick moustache and crew cut gives the agents a dossier with their next assignment.
Clyde Baughman a former Delta Green agent active in the 1970s has died unexpectedly of a heart attack in his apartment. Delta Green does not suspect anything unnatural about his death, but record keeping was relaxed in the past, and Delta Green need to be certain anything deemed unnatural that Clyde may have kept be removed from play.
Baughman’s children are expected to be in the city within 48hrs to clean up his affairs and his apartment, and the agents are to ensure they find nothing. Handing them the key, he wished them luck and said one way or another report back here in 48hrs.
Clear to approach the apartment without obstacle, Kurtz and Schel search the house starting with the kitchen and lounge. The house showed signs of not being lived in for months despite Clyde dying her mere days ago.
Palmer joined as the detailed search continued towards the bedrooms and bathroom. The bathroom was a grizzly scene, cleared of a body but not the evidence of the fall. In the bedroom used as an office the agents a vast pile of miscellaneous papers. Schel’s experience with administration roles saw them create a system to get through the papers at pace without missing anything. Nothing out of the natural realm was found but there was a clear indication Clyde had bought a cabin in recent years. Knowing he died here; they deduced the key must be here also and began searching. They found the key on a hook inside a cardboard door, intended to be hidden from any casual visitor but not inaccessible. Memorising the address from the paperwork, they destroyed any paperwork that might lead the children from finding the cabin prematurely. The agents went to a vehicle rental company, hired a car so they could set off for the cabin.
Schel’s understanding how many rules of physics the magnetic orb was breaking caused her to black out. Kurtz and Palmer returned finding nothing wrong with the well but wondering why the outhouse was needed. Finding Schel they rushed to her aid, reviving her. After a brief exchange of findings Schel remembered the letter and they opened together.
The letter was from Clyde. It presumed if reading that he had died and was too cowardly to follow through his final mission. It directed the agents to 20 gallons of gasoline hidden in the shed, pleading with them to pour it into the septic tank and ignite it. Saying that would be happier if they did not look but under no circumstances should his children’s ever see the remains.
The agents find the gasoline as advertised and make their way to the septic tank. Opening the tank enough to put the hose down they hear a cry of desperation. A woman is trapped in the tank, identifying herself as Marlene. Clyde’s wife who had died years ago. Faced with the dilemma, the agents asked for more information. It appears as though four years ago, Marlene became terminally ill, Clyde unable to let go told Marlene of the unnatural events he had witnessed in secret and that he could save her. That he did some Pagan spell, and she began to heal, she thought life would get better. He bought a cabin and said they could retire out there, when she came to look, he trapped her down here and has been keeping her alive in secret. She didn’t know others thought she had died, but she harbours no bad intent now that he’s gone, she just wants to see her kids.
At that moment Marlene or what was once Marlene jumped with otherworldly force at the lid to the tank, and through luck and tactical placement, Palmer holding the lid was able to block her exit. Wary of the strength the lid was braced further, so the creature tried to bargain. Identifying as the Other, a creature that inhabits the bodies of others when their souls move on. Clyde had not saved Marlene, she died and the Other took her place. Retaining memories and the emotional strings to pull the Other thought it had Clyde fooled until he trapped her down here. However Clyde could not destroy her, and so they did the dance until Clyde died and the agents arrived. The Other offered unnatural knowledge in exchange for freedom, Palmer entertained it but Kurtz stayed steady on the gasoline as Schel’s world was shaken. The Other offered lucrative windows into untapped psychic potential for Palmer and as he was ready to discuss the potential with the team Kurtz through the match in removing the Other from this plane… for now.
Considering the apartment clear and the cabin sanitised, the agents met with Stephen to confirm evidence of the unnatural was found at the cabin, protocol had been violated with Marlene and handing the letter over. Asked if “it” was handled, the agents confirmed it was but omitted any interaction with the creature, preferring the narrative the followed the letter perfectly.
Stephen took the unnatural items for Delta Green inspection before allowing the agents to keep. His farewell to the agents were, I always hope there will be no next time, but unfortunately agents there will be a next time, until then live your lives as best you can.
2024.05.21 01:09 albatross_ed $BENJI <20MN MARKET Cap and WE’RE BACK AT #11 on all Base chain meme coins per coin gecko
 | $BENJI <20MN MARKET Cap and WE’RE BACK AT #11 on all Base chain meme coins per coin gecko submitted by albatross_ed to BENJIonBASE [link] [comments] I realized with todays run up, we reclaimed our spot at number 11 on market cap per COINGECKO. So with that that said, why not share the below and hopefully all goes well to you as well. First pic is 4pm PST 5/20 Second pic was roughly 9:10am PST 5/20 Folks, I’m not here to tell you to buy anything just to grab an ear and spread some word on BASEnji $BENJI on base network. This coin has BASE in the name, wait til the bull run is in full effect, and Coinbase wallet is the main purchasing provider for all of Coinbase US customers. They will have access to the coin directly on Coinbase BASE network. No longer needing to purchase through the wallet app, or uniswap. Allowing millions of users potential access. $BENJI is a unique name, coin, logo and not a miss colored wanna be. Unique Dog based meme coins such as; Siba Inu, Wif, Bonk, Doge etc. All while following the same simplistic art style, instead of the recent fad of trash scribble art. Also, for as much love/hate the 4chan community gets, I believe there’s just as many people who don’t want their finances related to such, so this gives further appeal from the current trend of meme coins on base. All of those major dog theme meme coiners on eth, Avax, and sol chains scan potentially mitigate over to base chain to run a muck and try to make millions over here shortly. Why not try to jump the curve? $BENJI is currently running solo without any major YouTube Influencers pumping the coin, social media hype (only posts are organic, no bots running yet), or real spam of this coin anywhere yet the fundamentals seem to grow (albeit everyone’s MC is down during this recent down turn). Again, why not put a small Pennie’s worth on hope to beat the trend of major influencers, spam bots or the flood of Coinbase accounts access, bull run summer on the horizon, the rebound of this recent crash (unless you believe we’re down forever) Currently ranked 11, on all of base chain meme coins (per CoinGecko) as I have posted on the photo. Coming for number 10, and even higher is not a far climb. But even better than that, is the sheer market cap, sub 15MN on a 30day+ project, all during the current dip, this is HUGE potential in my belief for gains. Look at other BASE CHAIN MEME coins, we could 2-10x just to catchup and match their MARKET CAPS. Let alone looking at the MC of other major dog themed meme coins. Those numbers are outlandish, but 4years ago when I first got into crypto I’d never imagine DOGE to hit where it is now. I’ll try to find, post and share any and all info I can find on BENJIonBASE give us a follow. Of course I hold $BENJI Besides all that, this is not financial advice. Just a random Reddit user. Always DYOR best of luck to all and see you all at the top. |
2024.05.21 01:05 albatross_ed $BENJI <20MN MARKET Cap and WE’RE BACK AT #11 on all Base chain meme coins per coin gecko. ALL ABOUT THE $BENJI
 | $BENJI <20MN MARKET Cap and WE’RE BACK AT #11 on all Base chain meme coins per coin gecko submitted by albatross_ed to memecoins [link] [comments] I realized with todays run up, we reclaimed our spot at number 11 on market cap per COINGECKO. So with that that said, why not share the below and hopefully all goes well to you as well. First pic is 4pm PST 5/20 Second pic was roughly 9:10am PST 5/20 Folks, I’m not here to tell you to buy anything just to grab an ear and spread some word on BASEnji $BENJI on base network. This coin has BASE in the name, wait til the bull run is in full effect, and Coinbase wallet is the main purchasing provider for all of Coinbase US customers. They will have access to the coin directly on Coinbase BASE network. No longer needing to purchase through the wallet app, or uniswap. Allowing millions of users potential access. $BENJI is a unique name, coin, logo and not a miss colored wanna be. Unique Dog based meme coins such as; Siba Inu, Wif, Bonk, Doge etc. All while following the same simplistic art style, instead of the recent fad of trash scribble art. Also, for as much love/hate the 4chan community gets, I believe there’s just as many people who don’t want their finances related to such, so this gives further appeal from the current trend of meme coins on base. All of those major dog theme meme coiners on eth, Avax, and sol chains scan potentially mitigate over to base chain to run a muck and try to make millions over here shortly. Why not try to jump the curve? $BENJI is currently running solo without any major YouTube Influencers pumping the coin, social media hype (only posts are organic, no bots running yet), or real spam of this coin anywhere yet the fundamentals seem to grow (albeit everyone’s MC is down during this recent down turn). Again, why not put a small Pennie’s worth on hope to beat the trend of major influencers, spam bots or the flood of Coinbase accounts access, bull run summer on the horizon, the rebound of this recent crash (unless you believe we’re down forever) Currently ranked 11, on all of base chain meme coins (per CoinGecko) as I have posted on the photo. Coming for number 10, and even higher is not a far climb. But even better than that, is the sheer market cap, sub 15MN on a 30day+ project, all during the current dip, this is HUGE potential in my belief for gains. Look at other BASE CHAIN MEME coins, we could 2-10x just to catchup and match their MARKET CAPS. Let alone looking at the MC of other major dog themed meme coins. Those numbers are outlandish, but 4years ago when I first got into crypto I’d never imagine DOGE to hit where it is now. I’ll try to find, post and share any and all info I can find on BENJIonBASE give us a follow. Of course I hold $BENJI Besides all that, this is not financial advice. Just a random Reddit user. Always DYOR best of luck to all and see you all at the top. |
2024.05.21 01:03 albatross_ed $BENJI <20MN MARKET Cap and WE’RE BACK AT #11 on all Base chain meme coins per coin gecko
 | I realized with todays run up, we reclaimed our spot at number 11 on market cap per COINGECKO. So with that that said, why not share the below and hopefully all goes well to you as well. submitted by albatross_ed to basechainmemecoins [link] [comments] First pic is 4pm PST 5/20 Second pic was roughly 9:10am PST 5/20 Folks, I’m not here to tell you to buy anything just to grab an ear and spread some word on BASEnji $BENJI on base network. This coin has BASE in the name, wait til the bull run is in full effect, and Coinbase wallet is the main purchasing provider for all of Coinbase US customers. They will have access to the coin directly on Coinbase BASE network. No longer needing to purchase through the wallet app, or uniswap. Allowing millions of users potential access. $BENJI is a unique name, coin, logo and not a miss colored wanna be. Unique Dog based meme coins such as; Siba Inu, Wif, Bonk, Doge etc. All while following the same simplistic art style, instead of the recent fad of trash scribble art. Also, for as much love/hate the 4chan community gets, I believe there’s just as many people who don’t want their finances related to such, so this gives further appeal from the current trend of meme coins on base. All of those major dog theme meme coiners on eth, Avax, and sol chains scan potentially mitigate over to base chain to run a muck and try to make millions over here shortly. Why not try to jump the curve? $BENJI is currently running solo without any major YouTube Influencers pumping the coin, social media hype (only posts are organic, no bots running yet), or real spam of this coin anywhere yet the fundamentals seem to grow (albeit everyone’s MC is down during this recent down turn). Again, why not put a small Pennie’s worth on hope to beat the trend of major influencers, spam bots or the flood of Coinbase accounts access, bull run summer on the horizon, the rebound of this recent crash (unless you believe we’re down forever) Currently ranked 11, on all of base chain meme coins (per CoinGecko) as I have posted on the photo. Coming for number 10, and even higher is not a far climb. But even better than that, is the sheer market cap, sub 15MN on a 30day+ project, all during the current dip, this is HUGE potential in my belief for gains. Look at other BASE CHAIN MEME coins, we could 2-10x just to catchup and match their MARKET CAPS. Let alone looking at the MC of other major dog themed meme coins. Those numbers are outlandish, but 4years ago when I first got into crypto I’d never imagine DOGE to hit where it is now. I’ll try to find, post and share any and all info I can find on BENJIonBASE give us a follow. Of course I hold $BENJI Besides all that, this is not financial advice. Just a random Reddit user. Always DYOR best of luck to all and see you all at the top. |
2024.05.20 21:25 Fit-Oven7904 Connecting 2 AIO’s with pumps…? Thoughts?
 | I have a 38 gallon Fiji cube peninsula reef tank and my anemone is starting to get a little out of control and occupying some precious Real Estate. Bit the bullet and bought another Colorado Sunburst nem for $300 which led me to decide I should start a little 10 gallon cube and “plumb” my tanks together. submitted by Fit-Oven7904 to ReefTank [link] [comments] Here’s the plan, -Add some new rocks in the 38 to get some bac the colonize the rock -New 10G Fijicube Cube AIO PRO -New ATO -2 New Syncra submerged Nano pumps attached to the same power strip outlet, with HomeKit plug (to shutoff incase of leaks) -3 HomeKit leak detectors (with automations to stop everything) -No new heater as mine is already a little oversized -Possibly add a nano protein skimmer in the 10g but I also bought a slightly oversized skimmer for the 38 -Will be putting 1 pump in the protein skimmer area for each tank and hopefully make them match water flow Also I currently only have 4 fish,and some CUC just to give everyone an understanding of the bioload, I would only be adding a small pair of clowns to the nem tank. My reasoning behind this is my moms already annoyed of the thought of me getting another standalone tank and my little Petco 10g observation tank is quite the eye sore, at least for me, so I was able to coerce her into a cleaner look and slightly less equipment. Also the thought of increasing water volume making a little area in the back a fuge in the 10g AND doing a single water test to determine the parameters of both tanks in one go seems like an absolute dream. Would love to hear feedback on what you guys think of this setup |
2024.05.20 20:21 will-be-snacks HVAC condensate line noise issue
 | My HVAC system was replaced in 2019, and any time the AC is running the condensate drain line makes a loud gurgling sound. Because the drain line is plumbed into the main bathroom sink drain, I can hear this sound throughout the upstairs area, and it constantly wakes me up at night. submitted by will-be-snacks to hvacadvice [link] [comments] A little background: - The old system (originally installed in 2009) that was replaced did not have this problem, and the drain line is the same one from the previous system. It was not changed out when the system was replaced. The new system did not make this sound immediately after it was installed. - About a year after the new system was installed, the condensate line became clogged (not the sink drain, the actual condensate line). I removed the portion closest to the sink and found it completely blocked with mold, etc. After I cleaned it and the line was clear, the gurgling noise began. - There is a lot of air blowing from the condensate line vents, after the trap, in the attic. My speculation is that too much air is being forced out of the condensate drain from the air handler, and it is pushing air past the trap which causes it to gurgle. There are three vents on the condensate lines, and I have tried every combination of capping and uncapping them with no improvement. I’ve had the original installers come out to take a look, and their only suggestion is a $1000 job to add a pump and rerun the condensate line to the eaves. I’ve added a video with the sound at the sink where the condensate line attaches. I’ll comment with a photo of the condensate line where it attaches to the sink drain and a photo of the condensate line coming out of the air handler. Is there anything I that can be done to prevent this gurgling sound? |
2024.05.20 20:04 Croationsensation26 Cover or leave exposed
 | So I’m figuring out how to cover this hole and I’m not sure if I need access to this area. submitted by Croationsensation26 to Plumbing [link] [comments] I currently live in the unincorporated county and I believe this is the shut off, pump, pump outlet and pipe for water. I’d like to level it out with the cement block but it’s all sitting really low. I think I can add a large pvc pip and cover with a manhole cover for the shut off but not sure what to do with the rest. Should I just cover or raise the shut off. I’m handy with things around the house but have only really done minor plumbing work. |
2024.05.20 18:03 chaos_knight_xy Boruto Boudican Ch.37 part 3
 | Meanwhile Ehou was upset, and William Wallace was shocked. submitted by chaos_knight_xy to u/chaos_knight_xy [link] [comments] "What do you remember?" asked William Wallace. "It is all blank, it happened so fast." Said Ehou. "If this is what it means to be a Boudican than-?" "What, you just want to be a Shinobi?" said William Wallace. "Do you really think there is no killed or be killed rule for a warrior." "I just-I can't, it is too much." Cried Ehou. "At first, I wanted to be a Shinobi, like everyone looks up to Naruto..." "He may be a hero to the Leaf, and his allies." Said William. "But he is demon to his enemies, especially in Boudica, also Shinobi do kill." Ehou looked down on the ground. "What would my mom think, is this why she hid my father from me?" said Ehou "I don't know." Said William Wallace. "But there is one thing, you must know." William Wallace put his hands on Ehou's shoulders. "Get a grip, you swore an oath to the band of Macduff." Said William. "You were given power, now you have a responsibility to use it." "SOME ONE HELP!!!!!" cried a voice. William Wallace and Ehou hide behind a small hill. They looked across the and saw a village, where they saw a bunch of armed men with blue arm bands. "Please sir, we given you everything we have." Said a crying villager. "Don't lie to me?" said one of the bandits in samurai armor, most likely the leader. "Or do you really think you'd value your possessions over your lives." "What are you waiting for, help them, you've done this before." Said Ehou, in shock. "What if I'm frightened what if I don't want the act of killing on my soul." Said William. "But-bu.." stuttered Ehou. "Think, Think." Said William. "This is a test brought forth by God! Will you cower, or will you be brave." "If you won't tell me the truth." Said the bandit leader. "The Leaf will hear of this." Said a young girl. "Oi, boss." Said one thug. "I think that was threat." "Well, little miss mayor, Koharu?" said the bandit leader sarcastically. "Our contact told us of a booty, and we out to have it, and this trash does not equal the booty promised to us. "Boss I have an idea." Said a thug and whispered into the leader's ear. "Oh, great idea." Said the bandit leader. "Let's start drowning people into the rivers, that ought to make them talk." "No please!" cried one. "You can't, we've given you everything you've have." Shouted another in desperation. "You can't do this!" cried Koharu. "Try and stop us then." Gloated the bandit leader. The Bandits proceeded to grab people, some tried to fight back but got taken down by one punch due to the strength of each bandit. "I-I can't, what will my mother think?" said Ehou in despair. "Good question!" said William Wallace. "What would she think if you let a bunch of people die." William Wallace's voice spoke deeper than ever. "If you won't save them." Said William. "Who will?" https://preview.redd.it/sgayvdyjtl1d1.png?width=641&format=png&auto=webp&s=647a8590292e48373c92b6d6bfe4c6381dbaa4f4 All at once, everything was a haze for Ehou. The Bandit Leader looked gleefully as his men forced people under water. "Oh boy, I'm going to be rich, just little torture first." He spoke. "Halt!" cried a voice. The voice came from the woods, at once everyone including the bandits looked. Koharu, who was the young head of the small village, eyes glowed from what she saw. There was a figure in the entrance of the woods. She saw glowing light, from the woods, and it shined off the figure's armor. An armor she had never seen before, with shiny sword, metal helm, metal ring tunic, with a white one on top and a red shield within a red shield for a shield. https://preview.redd.it/wbnskayltl1d1.png?width=724&format=png&auto=webp&s=07d4ad622f84e1dbd97c11ac2782dd4b8ab0f302 "I shall Face you, Scum!" said the armored figure, the voice echoed within the helm, it sounded like a boy's voice mixed with the fury of damnation. The bandit leader looked on gleefully. "Boss, he insulted you." Said a Bandit subordinate. "Let's surround him and rip him to shreds, that cocky metal boy." The Bandit leader only smiled. "Oh, Jigoku, I think I will take him alone." Said the Bandit leader, he then pointed his katana at the metal boy's armor. "See look at his apparel, if we ganga up on him, we will destroy his expensive armor, which could sell for great profit intact in the underworld market." The Bandit leader smiled grimly. He then jumped into the flowing river standing in it shin deep. The river was flowing into a waterfall, yet the bandit's strength made it, so he was as still as a mountain. "Alright, metal boy, lets duel one on one, with the river as our field." Said the Bandit leader. saw that the metal boy was hesitant, but nonetheless jumped into the river, also maintaining his form. "I'm Daku, leader of the Blue Bands." Said Daku. "I am-." Said the metal boy. "Don't care, I'll forget the moment, I kill you." Interrupted Daku, lunging his katan for a swing at Ehou's head. The Ehou, the metal boy,'s head was flooded with thoughts. Ehou, not thinking straight in his first real battle, saw it and out of instinct, blocked it with his sword. A large clash between the swords put water up in the air, making it rain, and blew trees like hard wind. "Interesting!" said Daku, grinning. With great speed like light, he started swing faster, Water from the river shot up like it was raining hard backwards. Ehou, amazedly kept with the katana with his sword and shield parrying. "This is what it means to kill or be killed." Thought Ehou. To Ehou, Wallace had taught him many things about his mysterious heritage, that they both shared as half Boudicans. There a line between life and death, war stands at that line. Ehou, now stands dancing on the line between life and death. He understood it now, all too well. He was playing a game of chess with death, and he wasn't sure if he was winning or losing. Nonetheless, it was a magical and thrilling drug, is this why Boudicans enjoy war? "I'm idiot." Thought Ehou. "Why am I so focused on Blocking, I am wearing armor!" Ehou then swung up with his sword. Daku blocked it desperately, his katana cracked, he then maneuvered and hit Ehou twice with it, each blow causing a shock wave that put water over the trees, like that they were being flooded. Daku with his katana, struck Ehou on his side with no shield, and on his shoulder, nothing. They hurt Ehou but only like a small punch. Ehou took the initiative, he shield bashed Daku's knees, and knocked him off balance. Now Ehou has had enough of Daku's face, so he stabbed it. Right through the mouth, thought the head, with such force, it launched Daku's helmet into the air, and if fell into the water, and floated down stream like a paper made boat. There was shock among everyone, including Ehou. This was the second man Ehou had killed in his life, but this man deserved it. "He killed the boss!" yelled a thug. "Gang up on him!" To Ehou's surprise, the bandits were not cowards, despite picking on weaker people. Everything now was a Haze, it no longer rained water upwards from the river, but blood. These men were much weaker than their leader. Ehou shield bashed, hacked, slashed, and stab. The fight between Ehou and Daku was duel, this was a battle, and Ehou was a one-man army. Gazing at his arms and skill in battle against his enemies, seeing his power through the visor of his helmet pumped his adrenaline. An imagined memory flashed, a imagined memory he had. It was him, a young William Wallace, playing with wooden swords and wooden shields with wooden helms. It seems like a fun game to play with wooden swords, thus Boudican warfare was deadly game, a game where you either win or die. During war, you are either alive or dead, to Ehou he was walking on the line in between, he felt he had risen to a new plane of existence. The battle was now over, the bandits were gone, their bodies, or what's left of them flowed down the river, that was red with their blood. Ehou had stepped off the line, and was now back into life, no longer was he in the plane of existence which was the line between life and death. After his first battle, Ehou felt nauseated, so much had happened, that he not only shocked by his first battle, but that he won it as well. He was shocked at the kind of power he wielded. He fell backwards to rest, but instead of hitting the water, he was just falling, he was so close to the waterfall, after the battle, that he fell down it, with sword and shield in hand. He heard the villagers call out in horror. But Ehou couldn't make out what they were saying, but didn't care, he crashed into the pond below that the waterfall was going too. He drifted into the water a bit, he sunk to the bottom, his head was still in a haze, nonetheless he realized he had to get out. With his strength he swam to the surface, despite his armor weighing him down, he walked out to a rock, dripping water. He then used the wind of his strength and body to dry himself. Ehou heard the villagers coming to check on him, but out of instinct he hid. He was not in the right mind to be celebrated, he wouldn't know what to say, let alone how he would react to being glorified a hero. "Guess I understand why William is anti-social." Thought Ehou. Ehou looked from his hidden hiding place, as the villagers looked left and right for him. "Quick, Hiro!" ordered Koharu, "He must be under the pond, somewhere." "I've checked." Said Hiro, who was wet from swimming. "He just disappeared." "Miss Koharu, look here." Said a villager, pointing at the watered rock that Ehou was on. "It is like he disappeared." Said a villager. "It's like he is the man with wings.." Said Hiro. "While I was sailing, and catching fish in the sea, I met a sailor with a weird accent, who told how he survived drowning because his guardian angel watched over him." "An angel?" Said Koharu. "Either that or he was ghost." Replied Hiro. "But nonetheless, he is gone, now miss mayor we must make sure everyone is alright." Everyone left to attend to the village problems, but not Koharu, who was still in awe by the ordeal. Ehou was still in shock, some part of him felt shame in taking pleasure in battle, yet this was the result of his battle prowess. This girl and her village live because of him. He is hero now, he slayed bad men to save good innocent people. "Who was he?" Said Koharu. 'Was he actually our guardian angel?" Koharu stood around for a little bit, thinking. "But I guess it doesn't matter what he is, but what he did." Said Koharu to herself. Koharu then put her hands together in prayer for thanksgiving. https://preview.redd.it/khgu421ptl1d1.png?width=780&format=png&auto=webp&s=c3bc87873f6f432a27e90604e001581f80af7787 "Thank you! Angel, who-ever you are?" said Koharu. Koharu's face went red. "Although, I wish I at least got your real name." said Kaharu. She smiled; it was a pretty smile. Ehou was now surprised. He was still shocked at what he did, he had slain a man, no men, living human beings, but they were evil human beings, that would have killed good ones. They would have drowned the villagers if not for Ehou's interference. This girl and her people are safe, because of what Ehou had done. "I did this." Thought Ehou. "I saved them, I became a hero, by making a tough call." Ehou continued thinking about all that happened on the way back to William Wallace Ehou left and found William Wallace, sitting next to a boulder. William was reading from a book. "The breath that wafts from some blessed corner of Paradise gives sweetness to the bitterness of this region; it tempers the curse on this earth of ours. That Garden is the life-breath of this diseased world that has been so long in sickness; that breath proclaims that a saving remedy has been sent to heal our mortality." Said William. "You really are reading poetry, while I fought for my life." Said Ehou, "Really?" "I would be perceptive enough to know you were in trouble." Replied William. Ehou caught his breath. "Anyways, you were right." Said Ehou. "I see why you made me kill them, I'm just shocked such evil people exist, even today in this Peace era." "Regardless of era, all humans are created with their own free will, they can choose to be good." Said William. "Or evil?" "The bandit Daku, and his men would have drowned those people, and I killed all of the bandits for that." Said Ehou. "And I felt, I felt something from it, a mad crazed joy, the thrill of walking on a new plane of existence, between Life and Death, it was like an addiction." "Boudicans enjoy warfare, plain and simple." Said William. 'Because of this, we should not let our feelings dictate our reason, or else we are no worse than mindless savage monsters." "But there is one thing, I don't feal so good about?" said Ehou. "What is it?" asked William. Ehou's face was embarrassed. "You know those generic fairy tales or romances." Said Ehou. "You know where the damsel in distress "falls in love" with the hero, after he save her." "Yeah, in fact, some of those are the best books I have read." Replied William. "Let's just say, I didn't think it would happen in real life." Said Ehou. "The mayor girl, I think-think she uh likes me?" "So?" said William. "Don't you think it's weird, like-liking someone who just saved you, and you don't even know them as a person." Said Ehou. William Wallace closed his book. "Well, not knowing you, maybe a bit farfetched." Said William. "I mean certain qualities of your character were on display, when you saved her and her village, for one bravery, courage, and maybe perseverance?" Ehou thought for a second. "I don't know, it just sounds clique, if you know what I mean." Said Ehou. William Wallace got up. "I think I do." Said William. "But now, I believe we should be on our way." Ehou nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, Stewart stood on guard having a drink and leaning on a tree, he watched as the girls as well as the other people of the festival danced with music and usually around the large bonfire. There were also some people huddled at tables for drink and food, delicious food, and drink. Stewart was quite bored, he didn't take in the festivities, unless it was with Graham, who in Stewart's mind was the outgoing nice type. Stewart remembered how hostile these people were towards Stewart's friend William. He understands why, but then he remembered the teaching from the Boudican Church. "Are we not taught to forgive those who persecute us?" thought Stewart. They call themselves good Boudican Christians, oh the irony. Plus, William had already paid for his crime, the Church pardoned him upon seeing that his sentence was too extreme. But unfortunately, the Church has done nothing to the Boudicans treating William as an outcast. "Ugh, why is the Church so corrupt under our current pope, maybe that is why we lost the war." Thought Stewart. "The Bodeland abbey's cardinal should be pope, he would set everything right, reform the Church, and excommunicate people who are unnecessarily cruel to William." "Hey, Stewart." Said a voice, it was Mary Graham. "Mary." Replied Stewart. Mary sat next to the Stewart on the grass. "You probably should have brought noble dancing clothes, if you wished to dance." Said Mary, in a joking voice. "I wouldn't want to dance." Said Stewart, whose temper soured upon looking at the girls who insulted William Wallace. "Not with them, they who treat my friend and superior unjustly, after how heroically William is, they despite them and try their best to shun him." Stewart had never gotten mad in front of Mary Graham, but now, because William was his friend, he had to defend him, despite everyone's feelings. Feelings shouldn't dictate reason, if they did, reason would be subjective, based on the eye of the perceiver. Mary Graham's smile died. "Stewart, I admire that you defended your friend." Said Graham. "But understand they are hurting, just look at them." Stewart looked at them, everyone was enjoying themselves in a peaceful time. Dancing, singing, eating, an outsider would see this as a joyous atmosphere. "Everyone suffered in the war, everyone's still hurting." Said Mary. "Yet moments like this make them happy." "I don't get your point." Said Stewart. "The point is that we are part of these people, and we now have peace of as sort." Said Mary. "William, unfortunately is a grim reminder of what everyone had lost, and I know it is not fair, but they hate him, for he makes them suffer." Mary Graham stood up. "But I think with time the wounds could heal." Said Mary. "I believe what you say on William is true, he is a hero, he will show them, one day, I'm sure, Graham thinks the same as well." At once, a whole crowd gathered around two people at once. There was a bunch of murmuring, joyful murmuring around the new visitors. "Martha, what is going on?" asked Mary. "It's Lord Comyn!" said Martha with excitement. "He has arrived to our festival upon Mayor Taylor's request, and oh my, is that who I think it is." "Is it the-the lady-princess Asami, Lord Comyn's fiancée?" Said Mary with surprise. "Yes, let's go see her." Said Martha. 'She has brightest most beautiful red hair of anyone I have ever seen." Mary ran past Martha. Martha looked at Stewart, after Mary passed her. "If you were Comyn, you would see the hating on Wallace is justified." She said with a stern voice. Martha then went to join the others to see Lord Comyn and his fiancée. Stewart poured out his drink in disgust. "Hating William Wallace will come back to bite you." Thought Stewart. "It will come back to bite all of you." Stewart went behind the tree and decided to sit down and rest. The crowd horde around Lord Comyn and his fiancée. "Lord, Comyn. It is an honor, my lord." Said a dancer. "Lord Comyn, may I honor thy Lord and Lady with song?" asked a signer. "Lord Comyn, would thy Lady, like to try me famous festival roast?" asked a chef. They were asking so many questions, that Comyn only smiled and did not answer. Asami huddled close to John Comyn, embarrassed by the attention. Asami wore Boudican woman's clothing fit for nobility, a long teal dress, with a light green cape. The Mayor, James Taylor, with his wife in hand walked up and everyone cleared around John Comyn and Asami. "My Lord and my Lady, I am so happy, you have accepted to join us today." Said Taylor. Both Taylor and his wife, Mrs. Taylor bowed before their Lord and Lady. "My lady, you are more beautiful as the rumors say." Said Mrs. Taylor. Asami's face went red, almost as red as her hair. "Now, will our Lord and Lady care to join us in a dance, and in the festivities of this festival." asked Mayor Taylor. Asami whispered something in Comyn's ear. "We will, but first may I have a word with my lady, alone." Said Comyn. Comyn and Asami walked together to the tree Stewart were resting on, although on the opposite side. https://preview.redd.it/owz8a3gttl1d1.png?width=780&format=png&auto=webp&s=2611e0f9b00beb25b714634c9e68091501e6ef89 "I am glad you took me to meet your people, John." Said Asami. "But this dress.." "Is beautiful isn't it?" replied Comyn. "It is but, it is hard to move around in." said Asami. "I prefer my Kimono." "Will it stop you from dancing?" asked Comyn. "No, I think I should be I can still move my feat to dance the way your people do." Replied Asami. "I saw the girls dance in their dresses, it shouldn't be hard I hope." "Did you understand them at least." Asked Comyn. "Yes, I have studied Latin enough to recognize it and speak it, you taught me." Said Asami. Comyn nodded in agreement. Stewart heard this conversation, and decided to hopefully walk away, quietly. "Wait, boy!" said Asami, upon noticing him. Stewart turned towards Asami and Lord Comyn. He bowed, to hide his face, and show respect. "Hello, my lord and lady, it is a honor." Said Stewart with careful courtesy. "Wait, are you a knight, a young boy knight?" asked Asami. "No, my lady, knights and squires look similar, but all squire's are just boys, while most knights are men like Lord Comyn here." Replied Stewart. "I recognize your surcoat, your older brother Steward James was one of the six appointed guardians of Boudica, is that right, John Stewart?" Said John Comyn. "You may rise squire." Stewart got up on his feat. "That is correct my lord." Replied Stewart. Asami looked a little infuriated. "Is John really a popular common name in Boudica." Asked Asami. "It is one of them my lady." Replied Stewart. Asami sighed. "Guess I'll just be using last names most of the time in Boudica them." Said Asami jokingly. "Stewart, where is the earl of Fife?" asked Comyn. "Oh, he's with his wife up north, he has left his head squire in charge." Replied Stewart. He turned towards Asami. "I'm sure you know them, my lady." "Oh, wait, all those boys in templar cloaks at the wedding, I remember seeing you among them." Said Asami. "And there was another boy, a handsome boy, with dirty blond hair, the color of his eyes were light green, they look exactly like the head Medical ninja, Sakura Uchiha's eyes." "Yep that is Macduff's squire." Interrupted Stewart, upon seeing Comyn's face redden from anger. "But my lords and lady, isn't there a festival, that you ought to attend to?" "Why the sudden change in subject?" asked Asami. "My lady." Said Comyn. "He is right, this boy is a sentry. I feal it is time to join the others in dancing, in fact you ought to know all Boudicans then getting to know just three." Asami looked at each Stewart then back at Comyn. "Oh, ok, I guess you are right, love." Said Asami. "It was good to meet you, John Stewart." As Asami and Comyn turned away, Stewart saw Comyn mouth a "thanks," at Stewart. Stewart sat down and leaned on the tree. Meanwhile outside the forest of the festival, Ehou and William rode horses. "What do you mean you can't go to the festival?" said Ehou. "It's a long story, but the people of Bodeland hate me." Said William. "But why, you going to tell me?" asked Ehou. William looked at Ehou with an emotionless face. "Well, I don't know your secret past." Said William. "So it is fair that you don't know mine, plus I never like talking about it." "Hey, that's not fair." Said Ehou in protest. "Even I don't know my past." Ehou thought for a moment. "Well, if the Boudicans do hate you, I wouldn't want to hang with them then." Said Ehou. William Wallace looked at Ehou in surprise. "Just because they hate me, doesn't mean you have to." Said William. Ehou laughed. "No thanks, haters of my half-Boudican brother, are haters of me as well." Said Ehou with a smile. William smirked. "Very well, we ride north for Macduff." Said William. As Ehou turned his horse north. The back of his head, through the woods caught the eyes of John Comyn. Comyn was shook, his eyes poked out of his socket. "John!?" asked Asami in worry. "Are you Ok!?" John looked at Asami, his face sweating. He looked back, and the figure he saw was gone. "I though I saw something." Said John Comyn. https://preview.redd.it/3ekl79z1ul1d1.png?width=352&format=png&auto=webp&s=86e264d1d5b9ae79e881f363e74285a4b29f9db2 "Your face is sweating." Said Asami. "What did you see." John Comyn looked left and right. Asami put her hands over his right hand. "What did you see?" asked Asami again. "John, you can tell me." John looked at her with frightened eyes. "A ghost!" he said. |