The post-pub buzz where you whack on the haedphones and have a can - except I'm out of cans and opened a bottle of Malbec instead. Grand now but I'll pay for it in the morning.

I got into that habit for a coupla years. Ending up going to bed after 5am. Bad news.

Having illicit sex, eating meat, gambling, and doing drugs while chanting hare krishna hare krishna, krishna krishna hare hare hare rama hare rama, rama rama hare hare.


You replied to the now deleted spam thread it was an homage to  :laugh:

Got the E11 fault on the washer dryer (I know, I don't fuckin want it either but I don't have the room for the two separate utilities).  Thermal sensor damaged.  Should be something you've to call a lad for, but I managed to repair the bastard myself by rebuilding the sensor and soldering the thermistor in place in such a way it is much less likely to break.  The pleasure being repairing something that you would previously have been way way out of your depth with using skills learned elsewhere.  It was like a bulb going off when I saw what needed to be done.

Not the simplest of pleasures. Oh what times I've had with the dreaded e11 fault. I'll take fixing something for half a point

Quote from: astfgyl on October 03, 2022, 08:58:46 PMNot the simplest of pleasures. Oh what times I've had with the dreaded e11 fault. I'll take fixing something for half a point
Oh no the actual task was misery - moving the machine in particular was a pain in the hole because of how tight it was to the counter top, the actual thermistor repair was fine, putting the machine back involved a rake of roaring - but the pleasure was in unexpectedly knowing what I was doing rather than chancing my arm and hoping for the best, the usual method of repair.

Watching NFL pitch invaders getting taken out by a linebacker. Boom.  :laugh:

Quote from: ochoill on October 03, 2022, 09:16:25 PM
Quote from: astfgyl on October 03, 2022, 08:58:46 PMNot the simplest of pleasures. Oh what times I've had with the dreaded e11 fault. I'll take fixing something for half a point
Oh no the actual task was misery - moving the machine in particular was a pain in the hole because of how tight it was to the counter top, the actual thermistor repair was fine, putting the machine back involved a rake of roaring - but the pleasure was in unexpectedly knowing what I was doing rather than chancing my arm and hoping for the best, the usual method of repair.

My only method of repair, absolutely chancing something I know nothing about with a little YouTube on the side


Inspired by BSC there in the peeves thread - a good cuppa, a film, and a joint, nice and late in the evening when there's fuck all to bother you, is an ultimate pleasure combo.  Got a stove in the house lately so we can add a roasting fire and crispy weather outside in here too.

Yeah, that'd all be good and well... if I didn't feel physically revolted by the knowledge that your joint-accompanying tea has no milk in it!  >:(  :abbath:  >:(  :abbath:  :laugh:

Quote from: Black Shepherd Carnage on October 13, 2022, 12:50:33 PMYeah, that'd all be good and well... if I didn't feel physically revolted by the knowledge that your joint-accompanying tea has no milk in it!  >:(  :abbath:  >:(  :abbath:  :laugh:
:laugh: you've never experienced drymouth like this

Extra wide parking spaces. Especially when you're driving a van.