The rooftop shuffle Sat, 22 Sep 2007
Oh my, the adventures continue. Now your favorite crew of Moe's have begun the potentially life altering task of setting the roof atop its perch. At the end of last week we were measuring for height, angle, and board length using the most technologically advanced methods. None of us, including the genius who is penning this page, could remember the basics of triangles and had no clue how to measure on paper the length of all sides of a triangle. A serious brain/soul searching was undertaken to no avail and it was realized that the years of schooling had accomplished little toward the general intelligence. Instead life and limb were threatened as the elders of our team hoisted themselves atop the roof to "measure it in nature" as Wiesiek termed it. During that time I raced to the beloved internet to rediscover basic triangle math and by the time I had an answer the "in nature" values changed everything and totally different lengths were calculated. The first pictures of the new album on Lovable Quirks will show the work done to calculate each of our lengths (Keep your mind on the prize Aran).
Yesterday the first steps were taken to set the beams acquired into position with Jurek(also termed Jureczku(cute little Jurek), szlimaczku(little snail), or gigi stolarz(baby carpenter)) and I charged with holding the barbaric planks in place. The wind it was a blowin' and after some time it was realized that the snail and I were pushing in opposite directions causing intense agony in each of my few strong bits. I spent my early years with a fairly intense fear of heights and despite recent gains and jumps from Slovenian bridges the challenge remains and when death and glory presented itself, it was nearly underbritches soiling time. Every time the wind began to blow our beam attempted the death dive and I scrambled like a new mother with her infant child to hold on. I realized only at the end that the beloved gigi stolarz had two nails holding his end in place resulting in an exultingly relaxed tone on his part. His constant smiles had me ready to hurl a hammer or hammers of varying sizes at his forehead as I struggled to hold on to beam and the potential for future offspring. Needless to say today, as in five minutes from now, the journey continues of roof top fun. Eleven more sets are to be cut and placed atop no doubt with yours truly grasping for dear life to each glorious one. Depending on the ferocity of the task the next post my come in short time. We shall see.
Ok, as I said there is no more time. I must don my foul attire and prepare myself for the onslaught. Take a look at the new album on Lovable Quirks.