Fan in the bath at house B stopped working. It's integral with and
therefore on the same switch as the light. So I opened up the fixture
and found a dead motor. This is an older NuTone unit, and g.f. found a
replacement motor on the web for around $20 plus whatever tax/shipping
We could have been satisfied with that, but I unwrapped the thing to
find a thermal fuse. Trip to "The Shack" (isn't that just the cutest
darn nickmame?) and although the guy there had no idea what a thermal
fuse was, I had the part number handy from their website. $1.99 plus
tax, $2.16 total.
So I'm thinking, what would this repair have cost me if I'd hired an
electrician? Probably a complete new unit at $100, plus $150 to install?
How do people who can't do one little thing themselves survive? I'm
nowhere close to being the DIYer that a lot of you are, but things like
this come up all the time.
At least *you* found what you needed there. Last week I went to my local
RS ("You've got questions; we've got blank stares"), having looked on
line and ascertained that they had the parts I wanted (sockets for
integrated circuits). Unfortunately, I hadn't made a note of the numbers
and I couldn't find them in the drawer where I expected to find them.
It took a while to persuade the highly educated professional staff to
look them up on their computer, but they said they couldn't find any
such item. I then walked around behind the guy and suggested that he
should try spelling the words correctly: "integrated" rather than
"inteRgrated" and "circuit" rather than "Scircuit." He then found the
parts listed but announced that they had zero stock of either. When I
pointed out that the Web site told me that they had the parts in stock,
he replied, "That's not up to date."
I saw a joke a long time ago. Counterman on one side of the counter,
customer on the other. Customer is pointing. Counterman says, "Sir, it
will do you no good pointing to the item. The computer says we are out."
No joke, but my dad said it really hapened to him. He worked at an
appliance store repairing appkiances. Computers were just comming out. He
and the store owner went to a parts place and they said the computer said
they did not have any. Dad's boss went over and picked up 2 of the parts
and said if you do not have them, I am not stealing them. The got busy and
found the price to charge him for them.
I work at a very large place and we have the parts on the computer. That
thing is wrong more times than it is right. It is suspose to automatically
order things when the inventory gets so low depending on where the reorder
point is set. It usually slipps a cog and will not order, or the parts
place we order from does not sent it for some reason.
It's the GIGO factor - Garbage in, garbage out. When the wrong part
number is entered for a sale, obviously the inventory count will be
out. When the physical inventory is done and half the stuff is in the
wrong bin, and the computer inventory is "corrected", of course the
inventory will be out.
It is a rare occurrence indeed when a computerized inventory problem
is actually a COMPUTER problem.. That said, a computer is just about
the stupidest thing on earth. It only knows the difference between a 1
and a 0 - but it processes those dicisions at an incredible rate - and
the outcome is only as good as the programmer.
Not only optional, but wildly popular.
Ever read a book by Robert B Parker? He's the author of those Jesse
Stone tv movies starring Tom Selleck. Read one of his books. They
read like an old Dick and Jane reader.
No kidding. It's like MTV videos. Apparently, can't keep a thought
going for more that half a page. One book had eighty chapters. And
the guy routinely makes the best seller list. Even worse, he's not
the first best selling author to write like he flunked 4th grade
english. A sad case of knowing what the market will bear, I guess.
WHICH "people"???!!!! Take care; some of us can actually speak in
complete, grammatical sentences without half trying; same goes for
writing. We love our language with a passion and suffer to see it shat
upon by the current crop of yahoos. And it will only get worse.
A well-constructed sentence should not NEED to be "parsed"!!! It
should be perfectly clear to anyone who doesn't get exhausted reading
more than ten words.
Many years back, as I was reading C. S. Lewis's _The Lion, the Witch and
the Wardrobe_ to our young son, I stopped and counted after one sentence
that had seemed particularly long: 88 words without a single punctuation
mark but perfectly intelligible -- it didn't *need* any punctuation
marks (other than the period at the end, of course).
But some "sentences" that people write these days are difficult to parse
because they *need* punctuation and don't have it -- or have incorrect
punctuation. I've lost count of the number of "sentences" I've seen
where there is a comma between the subject and the rest of the sentence.
Yep. Some of us can.
I make a distinction between informal communication (such as
conversation with friends or Usenet posts) and formal
communication (such as business letters and essays).
Fiction can use either, depending on context.
I would certainly not want the impersonal third-person
narrator to "speak" colloquially, but it lends a pleasing
verisimiltude when characters do so, especially if they
are from the "lower orders" of society, as is so frequently
found in police procedurals and "hard boiled detective"
It can be said for prose, as for people, "It takes all kinds."
Here's the opening sentence to "Off for the Sweet Hereafter":
"That was the summer we lost the bald Jeeter who was not even mostly Jeeter
anymore but was probably mostly Throckmorton or anyway was probably
considered mostly Throckmorton which was an appreciable step up from being
considered mostly Jeeter since Jeeters hadn't ever been anything much while
Throckmortons had in fact been something once previously before the money
got gone and the prestige fell away leaving merely the bluster and the taint
and the general Throckmorton aroma all of which taken together hardly made
for a legacy worth getting stirred up over but any one of which taken singly
still outstripped the entire bulk of advancements ever attempted and
realized by Jeeters who had scratched around in the dirt but were not much
accomplished at farming and who had speculated in herds of cattle but were
not much accomplished at speculating either and who at last had turned their
energies to the construction of a henhouse which commenced ramshackle and
got worse but became nonetheless the chief Jeeter advancement along with the
hens and the little speckled brown eggs and the localized ammonia cloud
which was itself most probably the primary Jeeter success though no
particular Jeeter or group of Jeeters together actually contributed to it or
could prevent it either so when the bald Jeeter, with the fat Jeeter as her
maid of honor, exchanged vows with Braxton Porter Throckmorton III in the
sanctuary of the Methodist church on Saturday June the twelfth, 1942, and
afterwards set up house in Neely proper she got away from the hens and the
henhouse and out from under the ammonia cloud which was most likely
beginning to expand in June 1942 since it set in to expanding most every
June and swelled straight through August and on into September, especially
this past August and especially this past September when it was bearing down
on the town limits and posing some threat to the icehouse which was regular
and ordinary for the season, particularly in August and particularly in
September, so we were having what had come to be our usual summer straight
up to the moment Mr. Derwood Bridger laid his ladder against the
Throckmorton clapboard and climbed to the upper story where he pressed his
nose to the bedroom windowscreen and shaded his eyes and called and hollered
and shrieked at the bald Jeeter until he was satisfied that she was gone
from us for good."
Frankly, I couldn't have said it better.
On Fri, 04 Mar 2011 05:50:47 -0500, "Percival P. Cassidy"
I haven't read Parker, but if it works, it works.
Hemingway wrote a story called "Hills Like White Elephants" that was
mostly terse dialog, but imparted a lot with the terseness.
Compelled me to read on.
Didn't read the above paragraph. No desire to after the first line.
Henry James is somebody I never read either, except what was required
for a college class.
Think that assignment was called "The Obfuscating Style of Henry James
Is The Only Reason For This Lesson."
Anyway, what somebody likes to read is up to them.
Think that sums up the essence of the "practical" part of what I
leaned as a lit major.
Took a lot of arguing to get there.
Remember, every punctuation mark used is one
that is not available for someone else to use.
Be sparing of your punctuation so that there is
enough to go around for everyone.
There's a worldwide shortage of apostrophes,
because of the greengrocer's apostrophe.
Parker is just VERY good at putting to paper what the Jesse Stone
character, as well as others in the book, would have spoken. You
haven't met guys who speak almost EXACTLY that way?? Then you haven't
been where Jesse has been.
Not everyone speaks like a Harvard lawyer or an Oxford scholar, or a
Yale man..And lots of LEOs have a pretty succinct manner of speech.
I don't know how people do it either, I do most of my own work also
because I have more time than money. About the only thing I can
remeber paying for in the last 5 years is the bug guy. Best money I
ever spent, everytime SWMBO talks about a spider, mouse or a bee I
just say "call Greg".
A blown fuse is always a symptom, not a cause. My bet is the oilite
bushings in the motor are dried out and gummed up.
There are lots of schools of thought on fixing that (various magic
elixirs to get the gum out and reoil the bushing) but few last as long
as replacing the bushings. Ace hardware does have a fairly good
selection of these things.
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