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Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
For the construction-ish minded:
We have an old footlocker we'd like to make into a toy box for Em. Obvously, we need to figure out a way for the top to not slam down and chop her fingers, toes or head off. We can't put one of those "stay-open" hinge things on it, so I'm trying to figure out a way to keep it open all the time. How could I do that, besides wedge something in there? We can't just take the top off - it's old and really put together well.
piece of wood or metal from top front corner of the base (storage part) to the top corner of the inner opened lid.
How do I affix it to the trunk so it can't be removed?
Aimee, if it's going to be against a wall, could you fasten a wire from the lid to a hook in wall?
How do I affix it to the trunk so it can't be removed?
screws. If screws would go through the trunk, you could fasten them off with caps like: [link] . to make them more secure you could put glue into the drill hole (made smaller then the screw obviously) before you affixed it all.
make sense?
this shelf kind of shows what I mean.
There are a lot of different kinds of lid supports out there, Aimee. How about one of these: [link] [link] [link] [link]
Ok, cool thanks guys!
Okay, you guys made me vanity-search my name in COMM, and in doing so, I stumbled across one that I posted *to* COMM (not one that I actually said), which might be my favorite COMM ever:
Betsy: The building with the cookies is having a fire evacuation.
No cookie for me.
I went for a walk around the lagoon.
A walk is not a cookie.
I returned to the vending machine. They were out of Peanut M&Ms, so I got Plain. Then I went upstairs.
We don't have any unflavored fizzy water. We only have artificial berry-flavored.
My plans for the remainder of the afternoon: Sulk.
Allyson: So in third world speak, it'd be all:
I went out to get an egg this morning but some sort of beast ate my hen, so I had to suck on the same root I had yesterday. Then I decided to walk to the watering hole to get a bucket of water to start boiling leaves for that friggin' whooping cough that won't let up, and tripped over my 8th youngest kid, who succumbed to the ebola. It's just not my day.
bon bon: Did I tell you all about my rich neighbor who has a chicken and seven kids? She's really got it made. Me, I'm a spinster. I WISH I had some root and a husband. At least I have one leg to take me past my daily stoning.