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Short post - few links.
Jun. 24th, 2007 01:58 amNo, really, short post. Heavy on the content, light on th links. In fact, you know what, I'll just get them out of the way, okay? I've got one, and only because it's time-sensitive. On 24 June (today), someone is holding a Fairy Day celebration, with all sorts of little winged ones (no, not the demon children) fluttering about and either being nice, arguing about coloration, or causing hell. Depends on the fae you talk to, honestly.) I think they're all going to be the cute girl-fairies that wouldn't stand higher than one of the mutant mosquitoes here in Michigan. So all the Tinkerbell fans, or the fae, or all the fairy men (hey, they didn't specify), enjoy your day in the sun. Or something like that. (Why not on solstice day, though - would make more sense...)
So, anyway, today was.. eventful, I believe will be an inappropriate adjective to describe it. (Understatement, most likely.) There was a JAMS meeting, which is always fun to do, with Transformers-themed snackfoods and grilling and anime... and having two f the cans of soda I had spill. It might have been a premonition for what happened later - in the middle of the Highlander animated movie, my telephone rings, and it's one of my housemates informing me that the toilet on my floor has overflowed itself and is heading toward my room. Now, being the utterly zen and serene person that I am, I asked my housemate to help deal with the problem by moving some of the objects and turning off some of the electrical objects in my room, thinking that there was an onrush of water flowing out and that something like, say, my UPS, was already in danger of an encroaching water puddle. The response I got was more of "How soon can you come back to the house and fix this, because I'm not dealing with it. Oh, and someone will be doing my dishes." So, threat level Elmo, panic mode on, and JAMS got to see my bad side. (Sorry. I'm not normally like this, honestly. It just happened to trip all of my pet peeves in a single sentence or two. Oh, and JAMS learned that, yes, I am proficient in the use of expletives.) So, wried silly about what could very well be an expensive and damaging flood raging into my house, I leave the meeting and drive back. Along the way,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
annaonthemoon re-called said housemate with instructions on how to turn of the water flow (y'know, to minimize damage and stop things from continuing), to be hung up on before she could give any direction, and being told "I'm not dealing with this" from said housemate. That doesn't make me happy. So not only are we at threat level Elmo, I'm starting to see a nice shade of chartreuse creeping into my vision...
...well, along the way, we're trying to raise a cavalry to precede us to th house and start doing damage control - but everyone else was out or at work or otherwise unable to assist.annaonthemoon ended up signaling the 911 service, was put in contact with the Ann arbor police department, who then called said housemate with instructions on how to stop the water flow. Y'know, we were still worried about, say, electricity discharging into the water and sparking a fire, destroyed computers, wrecked peripherals, that sort of thing, because people were not trying to stop things. Upon arrival at the house, we find that the water has been turned off by a different housemate and that what we thought was a torrent was a dribble - it hadn't even made it to my room yet, but it was going to get there eventually, and the whole thing was likely started because someone new to the house didn't know about the trick to jiggle the handle to stop the tank from filling. So once we saw the scene and got an accurate report about what actually had happened, rather than the worst-case scenario we were preparing for, the cause was pinpointed pretty easily, and it turns out to have been slightly more a false alarm than a five-alarm. Which is good, in that nothing was hurt, and very bad for my blood pressure and life expectancy. Had we but known in the first place that the matter wasn't necessarily that serious, and that simply turning off the water/jiggling the handle would fix the problem (well, after mopping up all the water that had already escaped, or letting it dry out, then panic could have been avoided, and if on the way there, we had been told that crisis was averted and nothing was in danger, that would have also been nice to know so that we didn't have to drive all the way back to the house to confirm it all for ourselves. The moral of the story here is: Get and give good, accurate, and detailed information on issues like these, so that unnecessary panic is avoided. And that, eventually, I should put my sensitive electronics above the flood line. But when I have space for that, I'll go about doing that.
By the time the situation was resolved and we were heading back, the meeting had finished, so we went ahead with the original plan to spend a night at the 'rents, so that we could do some swimming tomorrow. Tomorrow had better be a better day. We've had more than enough water scares and potential accidents, so tomorrow might be the day that a boat throws up to much wake and tries to drown us or something. The stars must be aligned against me for whatever reason. Although they haven't actually turned out anything major or totally screwed up yet. (And there had better not be some sort of jinx because I said that, or I'm personally flipping Eris off over the whole thing.) So, that was my adventure today. What was yours?
So, anyway, today was.. eventful, I believe will be an inappropriate adjective to describe it. (Understatement, most likely.) There was a JAMS meeting, which is always fun to do, with Transformers-themed snackfoods and grilling and anime... and having two f the cans of soda I had spill. It might have been a premonition for what happened later - in the middle of the Highlander animated movie, my telephone rings, and it's one of my housemates informing me that the toilet on my floor has overflowed itself and is heading toward my room. Now, being the utterly zen and serene person that I am, I asked my housemate to help deal with the problem by moving some of the objects and turning off some of the electrical objects in my room, thinking that there was an onrush of water flowing out and that something like, say, my UPS, was already in danger of an encroaching water puddle. The response I got was more of "How soon can you come back to the house and fix this, because I'm not dealing with it. Oh, and someone will be doing my dishes." So, threat level Elmo, panic mode on, and JAMS got to see my bad side. (Sorry. I'm not normally like this, honestly. It just happened to trip all of my pet peeves in a single sentence or two. Oh, and JAMS learned that, yes, I am proficient in the use of expletives.) So, wried silly about what could very well be an expensive and damaging flood raging into my house, I leave the meeting and drive back. Along the way,
annaonthemoon re-called said housemate with instructions on how to turn of the water flow (y'know, to minimize damage and stop things from continuing), to be hung up on before she could give any direction, and being told "I'm not dealing with this" from said housemate. That doesn't make me happy. So not only are we at threat level Elmo, I'm starting to see a nice shade of chartreuse creeping into my vision......well, along the way, we're trying to raise a cavalry to precede us to th house and start doing damage control - but everyone else was out or at work or otherwise unable to assist.
annaonthemoon ended up signaling the 911 service, was put in contact with the Ann arbor police department, who then called said housemate with instructions on how to stop the water flow. Y'know, we were still worried about, say, electricity discharging into the water and sparking a fire, destroyed computers, wrecked peripherals, that sort of thing, because people were not trying to stop things. Upon arrival at the house, we find that the water has been turned off by a different housemate and that what we thought was a torrent was a dribble - it hadn't even made it to my room yet, but it was going to get there eventually, and the whole thing was likely started because someone new to the house didn't know about the trick to jiggle the handle to stop the tank from filling. So once we saw the scene and got an accurate report about what actually had happened, rather than the worst-case scenario we were preparing for, the cause was pinpointed pretty easily, and it turns out to have been slightly more a false alarm than a five-alarm. Which is good, in that nothing was hurt, and very bad for my blood pressure and life expectancy. Had we but known in the first place that the matter wasn't necessarily that serious, and that simply turning off the water/jiggling the handle would fix the problem (well, after mopping up all the water that had already escaped, or letting it dry out, then panic could have been avoided, and if on the way there, we had been told that crisis was averted and nothing was in danger, that would have also been nice to know so that we didn't have to drive all the way back to the house to confirm it all for ourselves. The moral of the story here is: Get and give good, accurate, and detailed information on issues like these, so that unnecessary panic is avoided. And that, eventually, I should put my sensitive electronics above the flood line. But when I have space for that, I'll go about doing that.By the time the situation was resolved and we were heading back, the meeting had finished, so we went ahead with the original plan to spend a night at the 'rents, so that we could do some swimming tomorrow. Tomorrow had better be a better day. We've had more than enough water scares and potential accidents, so tomorrow might be the day that a boat throws up to much wake and tries to drown us or something. The stars must be aligned against me for whatever reason. Although they haven't actually turned out anything major or totally screwed up yet. (And there had better not be some sort of jinx because I said that, or I'm personally flipping Eris off over the whole thing.) So, that was my adventure today. What was yours?
