January 4, 2004
Construction: Day Two
Originally written yesterday. And I was just about to post it too, but then I started talking to Lisa on IM, and then Pat came in, and then I had to go to the bathroom, and when I got back, Pat’s friend Sophia had come up to us to introduce Lauren Biller, who I already knew. So we had this somewhat humorous duplicate introductions, and then I put my computer away for a bit. And we just hung out there at A’roma for a few hours, talking and such, until somehow the conversation got around to Reservoir Dogs, which neither of the girls had seen. So I suggested we go watch it. A hop, skip, and a Blockbuster™ later, we were doing so, and it was one of the most disappointing movie experiences ever. Not that the movie was bad. It was awesome, right up to the point where the DVD got so scratched that we couldn’t watch the finale! In the last scene, it started skipping, and then just stopped responding for a few minutes. It started again when the credits started rolling. Both sides were like that, so we couldn’t even watch most of the ending in Fullscreen. So, anyway, this didn’t quite get posted. And would someone please for the love of all that is lovable tell me how Reservoir Dogs ENDS!?
I worked with the Stewarts on the house again today. Danny and Bob and I started at 9, and then Brent showed up with a few guys around 2 or so.
When we got there, the entire floor of the house was covered with a quarter inch of ice. Slick. We managed not to fall, but until we got it scraped off in places, we had to sort of launch ourselves up onto the house from the ground below because when I first put my foot on the board serving as a ramp up to the house, it slid right back off like nobody’s business (That’s right. Nobody’s.)
We finished framing the house today. All the walls are up. They even finished putting all the frames along the top of the house. The way that gets done (pay close attention here, children) is that Brent’s friends who are framers and Danny (who was less steady but seemed to have something to prove) walk around on the tops of the wall frames and hammer more wood along them while I drank a beer and contemplated the wonderful fact that computer scientists very rarely work at altitudes greater than three feet.
At some point in the day, I managed to cut my finger while putting a ledger together. It’s not a big cut, and my hands were numb from the cold, so I didn’t even know I was cut until the blood dripped onto where I was working. I went to ask the guys if they had a first aid kit. Danny thought for a second, then answered: “There’s some duct tape in the shed.”
Wrapping the tape around my finger: that’s when I really felt like a man.
