Do the Safety Pants

SafetyPants

 

Is this a style of shorts now?  With danglies hanging off the bottom?

Is it–is it so you can strap in your legs?

In case you’re really bad at wearing pants?

 

Bene vīvite.

The Nightmare Concludes (For Now)

AC Good

 

At last, at last, I can breathe again.

There was a secret open drain to nothing inside the wall behind the furnace, branching off from the sewer line coming down from the kitchen, venting up rotten gasses from the depths of hell right into the air return path.

No idea what could have been down in the furnace room once up on a time to make use of that drain. Not sure why it was just walled off instead of closed when the furnace was installed in front of it.  Hard to say why it would have taken this long for the trap to dry up.  But shame and frowns and shaken fists upon whoever decided that HIDING AN OPEN SEWER LINE INSIDE A WALL USED AS AN AIR INTAKE WAS A REMOTELY O.K. THING TO DO.

AAAAGGHHH.

Anyway, after ripping open the wall, capping off that pipe, and venting out the house once more, I can sleep in a room that is both cooler than 88° and does not smell of death, which, let me tell you, is pretty swell.

 

Bene vīvite.

AC Blues

AC Unit

I have a frowny face today.

I’m not sure why I have such horrendous luck with central air conditioning.  Maybe it’s because I have a low heat tolerance, so naturally, it’s a great avenue for cosmic spite.  Seems as good a reason as any for it to have broken down five times over a seven year period in the last three places I lived before this one.

When I got this house, it had a nearly-brand-new, massive, high-efficiency unit that has worked pretty fantastically, keeping the pretty well-insulated place (well, the ground floor) at 68° in 110° weather without a hiccup, so I figured I had finally escaped this recurring theme.

You know, because I’m a stupidface idiot.

Since it’d be a little too ridiculous for this heavy-duty unit to break down already, the fates contrived a new, far more heinous way to deprive me of this modern comfort this time around: sewage leaking into the air ducts somewhere.

Or maybe something found its way in there and had the bad manners to die.  I don’t know; I haven’t actually tracked down what it is, yet.  Likely whatever will be the most expensive to fix.

So I could have cool air, if I wanted to choke on that air and vomit.

I don’t want to do that.

 

Bene vīvite.