Field Expedient Repair – Or Not…

A perfectionist meets baling gum and chewing wire…

Category Archives: Humor

Can Not Get Good Help

I have a somewhat odd sense of humor. I have been known to say “I ought to fire the guy who does my thinking for me” or some similar comment when I discover a mistake.  Sometimes this doesn’t work out quite as planned.

Some years ago, I dropped a pencil while preparing to hang a monitor, and saw Bob watching to see where it landed. Planning to pick it up later, I said “Never mind.  I’ll let my lackey get it.”  Unfortunately, I was a little slow getting that out, and he was already handing the pencil back when it registered…

Today, a few of us were having a discussion when Alan returned from a service call. Alan dropped a tag, and as I bent to pick it up, I heard Bob say something.  As I hand the tag back to Alan, I finish processing Bob’s comment and the penny drops.  Bob said “It’s okay Alan, your lackey will get that for you…”

Well played, Bob, well played.


On Reading – or not

For whatever reason, my eyes just vacuum up words, even when I’m not intending to read. Sometimes things get a bit mangled in the process. Just now, on the way to get a soda from the basement fridge, I walked past a partial box of football screws. (Don’t quite recall where I used them.)  Reaching for my razor one day, I noticed a new tube of Antigravity Toothpaste, just laying there on the counter.  Obviously defective, but I made sure to keep a firm grip on my toothbrush, just in case.


The latest case is when I hopped on over to Ed’s blog at to see if his daily post was up. I glimpse the link to Decorative Slug and hit the refresh button.  The next words that come into focus are “Not quite enough voltage for a two-cell battery…”

But, but – can you even make a battery from a slug?

What, me blog?

Why blog? Because writing good comments takes too long. By the time I have the comment the way I want it, the post is old. (Note the bit about the perfectionist above.) It doesn’t help that some folks post three times a day.

You know how you can be discussing something and the responses don’t make any sense, and then you realize you aren’t on the same subject? No? Happens here a lot. I keep telling Linda that she should blog this, and she says I should get a blog.

Who, Me?  Well, I know what’s good for me, so here goes. (Sometimes that’s called knowing what side your butter is breaded on.)