At the entrance gate to one of my mountaintop sites I came across a pickup truck idling right before the gate with all the lights off. I got out next to it to unlock the gate and the truck kinda rustled a moment then the dome light eventually came on revealing a guy and a lady having hastily covered themselves up—-
Ooooooops, we have just experienced broadcast engineer induced coitus interruptus.
I managed to avoid laughing until I was well out of sight.
Come on man, there’s a much more secluded road you could have turned off on like 1/8 mile earlier.
For the love of Eris don’t go running cables in a cramped horrible attic while wearing skinny jeans. As if one needs any help with potentially missing their step onto one of the 24″ spaced joists and plunging through the sheetrock…..
The washing machine started banging occasionally during its cycle, suggesting something heavy left in a pocket. Well…
I recognize this weird variegated granite; it’s typical of the rock found at about 2500 feet up on the road to one of my transmitter sites – Linguini Mountain, if you’ve been following my crazed shitposting on the place.
This immediately got me thinking of Nickelodeon Guts, as one does, and how the winner who reached the top of the Aggro Crag first got to take home a piece of the Crag.
0w-20 oil pours really interestingly in a high wind…. That is to say the wind whipped it around and kicked it right back out of the funnel at first and I now have a well oiled battery. At least most of it landed down the filler!
Winds are pretty dang high right now. We’d better get rain soon…