Preach!!!!!!It sucks when communication goes one way. How many times do I have to say "Please stop putting your shoes in front of the closet door?" Then he's all shocked when I throw the offending shoes in the trash in a fit of rage, like this information is new to him.
I have seen too many Final Destination movies. Rusty old tools making me nervous.
I mean, you would think?Has he met you?
Do not even get me started on old planers.
I think I only have 2 wood onesI mean, you would think?
Do not even get me started on old planers.
I think - currently - there are roughly 35 old planers hanging about. Twenty wood ones and fifteen metal. Ranging from 80 to 150 years old.
I will say no more.
Me too. Mine are dust collectors that I always want to restore, but I never seem to.
PTSD triggered.
I've got a few vintage tools that are sentimental because they belonged to my grandad, and great grandad, but why on earth would you want an old planer???? That's like choosing to use a rusted whisk or lead baking pan. No, just no!I mean, you would think?
Do not even get me started on old planers.
I think - currently - there are roughly 35 old planers hanging about. Twenty wood ones and fifteen metal. Ranging from 80 to 150 years old.
I will say no more.
When the power goes out?
Forever?
35 of them? I like old tools, sometimes they are still really useful if it’s hard to find now. But most of the time I use new tools (ie, from my lifetime which granted makes some of them antique).
Say no more.
- the SO does use them.
This happens soooooo often, how could I have overlooked it
Yes, especially when making precise adjustments in small boxes or other tiny wood working projects... I'd still use a new hand planer over a vintage one, they make those you know
excellent point, "sorry baby, can't entertain your friend's dull wives who only want to talk about reality TV while you all watch the game. I have to go oil my planer collection".
So maybe you tell the wives instead of reality TV, they can come in the garage and watch your DIY instructional on proper planer oiling. Maybe some oil spills on you and them and you all laugh and start stripping your clothes off. Maybe you all start spilling more oil, on each other and then the guys come out to see what all the commotion is all about.
Lol, if I could get them all in denim overals & white tank tops, this might be the only scenario in which my spouse would agree to group sex!So maybe you tell the wives instead of reality TV, they can come in the garage and watch your DIY instructional on proper planer oiling. Maybe some oil spills on you and them and you all laugh and start stripping your clothes off. Maybe you all start spilling more oil, on each other and then the guys come out to see what all the commotion is all about.
Maybe “Game Night” at your house is about to get far more exciting.
I have seen this. It was a long time ago but I remember liking it.The Beast Must Die (1974).
I found this five or six years back and it's become part of my werewolf rotation.
It's sort of murder mystery werewolf horror. Think golden-age murder mystery weekend meets werewolf amidst a setting of seventies funk.
Yep. You read that correctly.
To top it off, Peter Cushing has a minor role as one of the guests, an archaeologist with a sideline in loup-garou and some curious theories on the disease transmission and likely murky end.
The owner of the isolated manse is . . . wait for it . . . a big game hunter who has selected his guests based on their lycanthropic possibilities.
*wiggles eyebrows*
The seventies were a weird time for movies.
Well, really, for so many things.
I'll look for it tomorrow. I think I Christopher Lee-ed myself out this past week.The Beast Must Die (1974).
I found this five or six years back and it's become part of my werewolf rotation.
It's sort of murder mystery werewolf horror. Think golden-age murder mystery weekend meets werewolf amidst a setting of seventies funk.
Yep. You read that correctly.
To top it off, Peter Cushing has a minor role as one of the guests, an archaeologist with a sideline in loup-garou and some curious theories on the disease transmission and likely murky end.
The owner of the isolated manse is . . . wait for it . . . a big game hunter who has selected his guests based on their lycanthropic possibilities.
*wiggles eyebrows*
The seventies were a weird time for movies.
Well, really, for so many things.
Ooooooh! Let me know if you watch!I'll look for it tomorrow. I think I Christopher Lee-ed myself out this past week.
This can only be a falsehood.I'll look for it tomorrow. I think I Christopher Lee-ed myself out this past week.
I love quirky! I'm quirky and offbeat.Ooooooh! Let me know if you watch!
It's super strange, but it's quirky mix of werewolf murder mystery weekend just works.
Wait. I feel this calls for a disclaimer. I make no guarantees!!!
It's . . . offbeat.
I watched only his vampire movies for a week now. lolThis can only be a falsehood.
It's still October!
Then you will love this!I love quirky! I'm quirky and offbeat.
Oh. I see the problem. You should be mixing that up with werewolf movies.
The last vampire one I watched today was so bad. So incredibly bad. Even his acting wasn't great. I surmised that he didn't want to do it, so he thought "I'm going to be absolute crap in this one, as it deserves."Then you will love this!
Did I mention they all dress formally for dinner, talk weird 70s lingo*, and there's black ops security around the grounds?
*jive?
