Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Be Nice To Cheryl ... Or Else!
Kids, you'd better be nice to your mother.
Cheryl: First Set
Cheryl: Second Set
Rob: First Set
Rob: Second Set
Note that the first two were Cheryl's, using a .22 pistol; the third one was Rob with the same .22 pistol; and the fourth was Rob with a .40 pistol.
If it weren't such an expensive hobby, we might do it more often. But the guns are a bit spendy these days! So we're very grateful to our friends for letting us shoot with theirs.
The Boys Build a Wall
Link
Our next session will include measuring, cutting and installation of foam insulation panels. The final session will include measuring, cutting, and installation of drywall, with special emphasis on use of greenback materials.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Those Storm Troopers Again...
No. I couldn't be.
But it was.
Someone's been having fun with Storm Troopers again!!
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Storm Trooper Angst
Some few days ago, however, something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye while traversing the short hallway between Cheryl’s office and the FFRA. Owing to the time of day and the fact that the caffeine from my Coke Zero had not fully integrated itself into my system, it took some moments for the anomaly to register with my brain.
Upon closer inspection, it appeared that two Imperial Storm Troopers had taken up strategic positions on top of the light switch which controls the lamps in the FFRA. They did not seem to be threatening in any manner; in fact, they were involved in a discussion such as two young people in the early part of their lives might have as they try to determine what really matters in this crazy, mixed-up world of ours.
I sympathized with their dilemma, having wondered at times as to the condition of my own state of “cool”, but did not break in to comment upon their conversation. Having weathered that particular storm years ago, and knowing the particular disdain with which the young people hold the views of grey-haired veterans of Life, I merely smiled and moved on.
One wonders as one comes across these unexpected but entertaining little diversions, whether they reflect the general viewpoint of the younger population, or are a reflection of the turmoil resident in a particular soul. Or if my son James was just feeling particularly mischievous on the preceding evening.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Butch Cassidy and the Hole-in-the-Pipe Gang
The wet spot was not huge, nor puddling, but quite damp. Freshly damp, in fact. The concrete underneath was damp, but only in one particular spot. It didn’t seem to be spouting up from the concrete. It was more like someone had poured water onto the floor. In the corner.
I confess, my first inclination was that the cats had done something horrible in the corner. Ordinarily, I don’t allow the cats free rein to the basement. Cats belong upstairs where the house is complete, where there are vinyl floors in the kitchen and carpeted floors everywhere else, the type of floors which are somewhat resistant to cat-induced moisture content. The sub-floor, being composed of particle board suspended above the concrete by an egg-carton shaped vinyl backing, is highly susceptible to damage by moisture from above.
Especially non-aqueous liquids which carry a strong scent of cat.
I kneeled; I sniffed; I found nothing. Hmmm. Odd. So whence cometh the water?
Sometimes stupidity runs strong in my brain, which is one of the reasons I decided long ago not to brave this world alone, and endeavored to find someone smarter, more capable, and wiser than myself to help me along the way. I could not ascertain the source of the dampness. Cheryl came home some time later, I showed her the damp floor, and within moments she was pointing up to the drain pipe above my head and asked if perhaps it wasn’t coming from there. I looked up just in time to see a water drop forming below the pipe.
There’s little in life more exciting than observing water droplets forming on the bottom of a pipe which just happens to be hanging over the circuit breaker panel. One’s mind is filled with images of imminent disaster. Sparks, smoke, flame, etc.
Grabbing a towel, I wiped up the remnant of the moisture, then hooked up a blower fan and a heater to begin drying the affected area. Tracing the drain pipe upward, we discovered that it was routed through the mud room closet. In which we had hung additional wire shelves. Two months ago.
Hmmmm. Hanging wire shelves requires screws which go into walls. Was it possible that we had accidentally put a hole into the drain pipe while hanging the shelves? Possibly. But didn’t we put the screws into studs? The drain pipe was obviously not routed through a stud. Only one way to find out. We pulled the shelves off their mountings.
Lo and behold, there was a hole in between the studs. Evidently, someone had mistaken the false reading from the stud finder as a stud, and put a screw into it, then discovered that it wasn’t really a stud at all. And left the hole. Could this be the source of the problem?
Only one way to find out.
I cut a hole in the drywall around the hole, and pulled it out.
And there, in all its glory, was the drain pipe, with a nice, neat little hole drilled perfectly through the middle.
Looking at the backside of the drywall I’d cut out, it was obvious that this was the source of the leak. Above the hole, the paper was dry. At and below the hole, it was wet. All the way down.
Just to check, I went down to the bottom of the wall and cut out a section of drywall. Turning the section over, one could see the long, wet streak of water which had been cascading down the inside wall for the better part of two months.
Just below this floor is the basement. And the circuit breaker panel. And the damp sub-flooring.
I went on-line to research the proper methods for fixing these kinds of problems. There does not seem to be any consensus, even among the expert home builders and carpenters. Some advocate cutting the pipe and putting a metal/rubber clamping device around it, which is normally used to bring two pieces of PVC together. Others advocate using a torch to melt the holt closed. Others say that inserting a plastic screw laced with PVC cement will do the trick. Still others say that simple epoxy will solve the problem.
Either way, I’m going to need to pull the rest of the drywall off – or a least an eight-foot vertical section – and replace it. Can’t leave wet drywall back there. And I’ll need to make sure the heater/fan combo gets it all dry before I work on it.
I put some duct tape over the hole as a temporary measure, with a towel wrapped around the pipe just below the tape. When I go to the store to get the drywall, I’m going to ask the guys at Home Depot or Lowes for advice on fixing it and see what they say. That should be interesting!
I love home project. One day I hope to complete one.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Baby, It's COLD outside!
I'm hoping that the digital thermometer has gone on the fritz, but it really isn't very likely, given that the temperature displayed on the Liquid-Crystal Display matches the information given by the weatherman on TV.
Twenty point nine degrees. This was the temperature outside our door this morning, on the wind-protected porch, as the kids were going to school. Bundled up, you betcha. Cold enough to freeze the oil right off your skin.
We attended an Orchestra Concert last night at the High School, and since there was also a basketball game going on, parking was a bit limited, and we couldn't get anything near the door. So we had to walk about two hundred feet from the parking lot on the other side of the building. Being an idiot, I wasn't wearing my gloves. My hands were dried out like mummies and red as roses by the time we got into the building. Had to whap 'em a couple times against my side to get 'em to work right.
But I learned my lesson. Wore the gloves on the way back to the car after the concert. Then the only problem was having to take them off again to get the keys out of my pocket!!
The concert was a last-minute thing, at least for us. James, who plays clarinet in band, was pulled in to help out the Orchestra (the ones with the violins and cellos and basses) along with a dozen or so other Band geeks. We had to wait through the 6th grade and 7th grade and 8th grade performances, which wasn't bad, before James finally to up to play. But it was fun. Except for the freezing part.
The roads still have icy patches on them, and the Subaru's All-Wheel Drive doesn't help much in those situations, at least as far as turning and skidding are concerned. It's only helpful when starting from a dead stop. But it's still more fun to drive than the van.
This is what it feels like to be from Michigan: The other day, the temperature was finally above freezing - around 38 degrees - and everyone at the office was going out for a walk to enjoy the 'warm' weather!
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sleddingly
music by "My Laptop", courtesy of Music MasterWorks MIDI
principal photography by "Dad"
mixing hosed up by RLMixing, Inc.
The girls were out enjoying the snow last Thursday before dinner, right about the time the sun was starting to go down. I rushed outside with the camera to get a few shots of it all before the snow melted - as if it were the last snow we're going to see this winter. The big storm had passed, but it was still very cold, and the wind had been blowing fiercely, shaping the snow into bizarre drifts and waves on the east (lee) side of the house and sucking it right off the ground on the other, practically down to the grass. The girls were oblivious to the cold, especially Deb. There was snow to be played in!
Deb started with her traditional sledding technique of sliding down the deck stairs, but that got a bit dull when Mary refused to join in, citing something about the 'negative effects of sharp edges on the exposed surface of the foam-based sledding apparatus' (or something like that); actually, she was a bit nervous about the steep angle of descent and the sudden vector change at the bottom of the stairs. Somehow she convinced Deb to try something a little less daring: sledding down the little hill behind the garage.
Eager to preserve this moment in history, I took some silent video with my old camera, then went inside (where it was WARM) and proceeded to upload it to my laptop so I could make a quick movie out of it. You can see the resulting video above.
It was a lot harder to edit than it was to take!
How the Movie was Made
I was hoping to use Windows Movie Maker that came with Windows XP since it has a very basic/simple interface that is nearly (but not quite) intuitively obvious, but for some odd reason, the version on my laptop (which has Windows 7 Release Candidate for an operating system) was not working properly. It would accept the AVI file, but could not create any kind of output - WMV or otherwise.
After a little research, I discovered that Win7 doesn't really support MS Movie Maker anymore. It seems Microsoft is eager for people to "move on" to their newer products, so they took something that was working just fine, and made it worse. I had to go online and download Windows Live Movie Maker, the "replacement" for the old application.
This is one of the few times I've seen a new application have fewer capabilities than the old one.
Windows Live Movie Maker has some of the same nice features as the old one, like adding titles and transitions and credits, but the user interface is quite a bit different, and wasn't easy to figure out. Then, after quite a bit of time fiddling with it to get what I wanted, the end result was practically unusable because it inserted "pops" into the audio stream at every transition. Very annoying.
Oh, well. I was going to put in a music soundtrack anyway, since my old camera doesn't record audio.
It seemed simple enough: Replace the existing soundtrack (the one with the "pops") with real music. Surely the music would overwrite the noise, and I'd end up with a great little video, right?
Right.
I used a pre-programmed MIDI soundtrack from my Music Masterworks software: Scott Joplin's Maple Leaf Rag (one of my all-time favorites). I routed the MIDI through the sound card using Music Masterworks, utilizing a Piano sound, then recorded it using Audacity. Unfortunately, my laptop's LINE IN input doesn't work, so it actually recorded the output of the speakers through the internal microphone (which explains why it sounds icky). That was stored as a WAV file, then the WAV file was added to the video in the using MS Live Movie Maker.
Key word "added". There is no "replace". So instead of having the nice jazz piano replacing the "pops", I ended up with jazz piano interspersed with "pops" and about a second of silence at every transition. Yuck.
Abanding MS Live Movie Maker for now, I took the silent WMV it had created (since I really liked the transitions and didn't want to lose them), converted it to AVI using WM Converter, stripped out the existing icky soundtrack with SolveigMM AVI Trimmer, then used ZS4 Video Editor to compile it all back together again. (I tried to remove the bad audio with AoA Audio Extractor, but it only grabs the audio in order to create a separate WAV or MP3, it doesn't remove the audio, which is what I needed. I also tried to use VirtualDubMod, but it doesn't remove audio, either.)
Seems like a lot of trouble to go through for such a simple video, but this is all a dry run for my Christmas project, which is going to be much longer and more involved. What is that, you ask?
Guess you'll have to wait and see, won't ya?
Software Tools mentioned:
Video Editing
* Microsoft Movie Maker (for XP, Vista)
* Microsoft Live Movie Maker (for Win 7)
* t@b ZS4 Video Editor
* VirtualDubMod
Audio Editing
* AoA Audio Extractor
* SolveigMM AVI Trimmer
* Audacity
Music Scoring (MIDI/WAV Generator)
* Music MasterWorks
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Blizzardly
The blizzard has hit, and we are all at home today attending to various tasks. Cheryl is still playing with her new laptop, the kids are watching through the windows at the snow flying sideways, and I’m multi-tasking with “work” work and “home” work.
I’m hearing a lot of noise upstairs. I wonder what it could be?
Oh, it was just James snow-blowing the driveway so Cheryl could go over to a friend’s house to watch ‘Twilight’. But then she decided not to go, since Mary didn’t want to go (‘cause her head is stuck in a book) and one of the reasons for going over there in the first place, aside from checking out the movie to see what all the fuss is about (“sparkly vampires”?), was for Mary to play with the daughter of Cheryl’s friend.
Looks like James just wasted a good half-hour of snow-blowing – but at least he had fun. The snow is still coming down, and the driveway will all be covered over again in another hour or so, with the drifts that are forming. It’s really a great time to be outside playing in it, so long as one doesn’t stay out too long. The temperature is down to 10F, and there’s quite a stiff wind. Half an hour is just about right.
I’d go out and play in it myself, if it weren’t for the fact that, owing to the wonders of technology and wireless Internet, this is still a workday for me. I’m four hours in to my now-normal eight-hour day, and having a wonderful time. Except that it would help a bit to have my lab equipment handy. But I’m not feeling particularly interested in braving the snow and ice and wind just to play in the lab. I’ll be happy with just writing all these test plans.
Back to work!
Thursday, December 03, 2009
The First Real Snow of Winter
the world is wrapped in white
and we gaze out our windows
at the beauty of the night.
The kids all dream of snow days
and sleds and snowball fights
while we sip tea and cuddle
underneath the Christmas lights.