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April 16, 2005
fuk yea
just home from a hard evening's sandblasting and i was about to give up on my persuit of 21 jump street, but i've hit paydirt this time. it's an episode about punks, they dress johnny depp up as a punk which is so hot and they've got agent orange playing the live band. and jason priestly as a little babyfaced punk who lives in a squat.
the unfortunate thing is that in the second part of season one, the show went from being character driven to being issue driven, self-consciously moving from one Important Issue to the next. and the focus is less on depp, which is a total mistake. i mean, duh.
anyway, the sandblasting is going slow but it's going. i feel bad every time i fire up the compressor, because my landlady is usually out working in her yard and it's all idyllic and the compressor is damned loud. but she seems to be pretty tolerant of it. the compressor has trouble maintaining the pressure needed to blast effectively, but being slow about refilling the sand hopper gives it a chance to recover. after about an hour it stops recovering quickly and starts to sound funny so i shut it off at that point.
leaving the garage door definitely solves the ventilation problem and i'm not unusually tired like i was the first time.
Posted by lisa at April 16, 2005 09:35 PM | TrackBack
ok, so a) your comment won't post right away because i have to approve it first and b) you might get a server error but your comment probably posted anyway and c) previewing doesn't work so i've removed the preview button.