How do I affix it to the trunk so it can't be removed?
Hey, preaching to the choir. I thought our Lady of the Perpetual Sea Breeze was the real deal until the Divine Miss J walked right through that door and right into my ass—which is where my heart is…physiologically. I could show you an x-ray.
Lorne ,'Time Bomb'
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.
Aims - Mar 16, 2006 2:24:46 pm PST #4328 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Sparky1 - Mar 16, 2006 2:25:53 pm PST #4329 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
Aimee, if it's going to be against a wall, could you fasten a wire from the lid to a hook in wall?
Aims - Mar 16, 2006 2:28:55 pm PST #4330 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
msbelle - Mar 16, 2006 2:42:34 pm PST #4331 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
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.
Ginger - Mar 16, 2006 2:53:02 pm PST #4332 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
There are a lot of different kinds of lid supports out there, Aimee. How about one of these: [link] [link] [link] [link]
Aims - Mar 16, 2006 2:54:06 pm PST #4333 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Ok, cool thanks guys!
Steph L. - Mar 16, 2006 3:05:47 pm PST #4334 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
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.
DavidS - Mar 16, 2006 3:07:11 pm PST #4335 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Lid supports? Lid supports. Lid supports.
The phrase has lost all meaning to me.
In tales of baby fingers and hinges I will relate to the cautionary tale of my friends Dibble and Spud and their two boys. The younger son slammed the door, and the eldest son's hand was in the hinge and it cut his finger off and they had to rush him to the hospital and they didn't realize the finger was off and Spud (the dad) had to go back to the house and crawl around on hands and knees until he found it under the couch and put it in a bag of ice water and rushed back to the ER where it was sewed back on.
Moral: Little kids are freaking dangerous.
Jesse - Mar 16, 2006 3:12:08 pm PST #4336 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I WISH I had some root
I think this ALL THE TIME.
sarameg - Mar 16, 2006 3:12:58 pm PST #4337 of 10001
One of my good friends in high school had half a pinky. He had a run in with a sausage grinder as a child. It always stuck me as something so...Dickensian or something. Not late-70s, grandpa's garage project.
When people would be too nosy about it, his older sisters used to say that the Juarez mafia kidnapped him and chopped it off with a cigar cutter but gave him back with no ransom because he was so annoying.