Thursday, July 26, 2007

Poo Party?

Last night all my classmates met at the worksite at about 7pm, and started a concerned plastering effort. Sometimes it's done in a blitz like that to get a lot done in one go. Yesterday, Sebastian's plaster team made 16 batches of scratch coat, which, you might remember (if I don't underestimate the geekiness of my readers), is 10% cow manure.

The cow manure is a binder, and keeps the plasters from dusting when touched.


I spent the night forming plaster into palm-sized balls and tossing them to plasterers on the south-west wall. They would call out "Poo me!" or "Yes!" or "Ball!" and I'd toss it in a lazy arc towards them so they could slap it on the wall.

Sometimes I put too much spin on the ball, and little bits of plaster would flick off, and people would get it in their mouths and eyes and yell at me something about e. coli or pinkeye or some other bullshit. Ingrates.

A couple of my colleagues and I even worked out an ingenious way of passing plaster balls without them turning away from the wall. Here's what I'd do: They'd yell for a plaster ball and put both their hands palm-up at waist-height, behind their backs, and I'd gently throw the ball so it would hit them between the shoulder blades. That way, they had a warning that the ball had arrived, and they could catch it at the small of their backs as gravity worked it magic. It was very satisfying.

Now I have no groceries, so I'm going to go next door to the greasy spoon for breakfast. Yumma.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Get Yer Ya Yas Out.

This is my favourite picture taken of me so far this summer. It's a little hard to tell, but my classmate Sebastian has his head in the mixer. If I started it just then, he would have been a goldmine for organ harvesting.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Rise Again.

Marilyn and Mike came to visit me this weekend. It was a very nice change. I probably would have sat around waiting for laundry to dry, reading HP6 in prep. for HP7.

As it happened, Mike fixed my computer! It pisses me off a little that I paid some turkey in Haliburton $25 to tell me it was toast when it wasn't and he obviously didn't look very hard.

Now, I'm sitting, waiting for my laundry to dry, listening to Johnny M.'s Continuum on a loop and catching up on some socializing, paying some bills, and generally wasting time.

It was a really busy week again on the construction site. I was mostly working on the tongue-and-groove. (This is not as titillating as one might hope.) It's the kind of ceiling finish we're using, so for three days, I was balanced precariously on flights of scaffolding, waiting for lengths of board so I could use the air-nailer to tack them to the roof trusses. The company was good, but I was pretty nervous and unsteady. And sweaty.

On Tuesday, I went with two classmates to pick up the gothic windows. They are beautifully-made wooden window casings, and they're going to look great at the front and the back of the building.

That night, we went to see Ratatouille (2007), which was such a relief after weeks of seeing shitty, shitty, movies. I was bouyed by the fact that Rotten Tomatoes gave it 96% Fresh rating, which is almost unheard of. There were breathtaking wide shots of Paris that made me go all mushy inside. It wasn't really a kids' movie - it's just in a medium considered to be the realm of children's entertainment. (Yes, I know, the Simpsons and Family Guy and dozens others break this mould, but still, you know I'm still right.)

I forgot to say in my last post: I saw a black bear and two cubs when I was in Coboconk last weekend! It was on the dirt road on Sunday night, and I thought it was a big dog, and then when it went towards the woods, obviously a bear, and it joined two wee little cubs! So cool! The car's engine was shut off and I rolled down my window to see if I could hear them, and they were pretty noisy, ambling through the underbrush. Looking back, I probably shouldn't have rolled down the window, in case there was a rogue bear close by who would reach into my window and maul me to death, but I'm from PEI where we have no bears at all, so I guess that would probably put me on the front page of the Guardian ("Covers the Island Like The Dew.").

Monday, July 16, 2007

Still No Compy.

My compy is baked (cracked motherboard), but my kind sister is sending me a new one. She is an angel (but she rarely wears a halo).

Went to Toronto this weekend with a classmate, and then to Coboconk, to see his family's cottage, which was really great, and very "Ontario Cottagey." I had a lot of fun, despite it raining and not getting enough sleep.

Holy shit, the last week was shit. Shitty shit. We had to present models for our designs, so a lot of us skipped working on the construction site to finish up our presentations, and then we got new assholes ripped [hyperbole] because we didn't show to help and the time is getting low. SO... on Thursday and Friday, to prove we all aren't slickity-slack n'er-do-wells, we worked our collective new assholes off, and then were B-E-A-T beat. A break from Minden is what I needed.

The website is pretty darn updated. There are some pics of me, but that's not the point, is it? It's to track our progress and learn. Learn, learn, learn. Learnity learn. Ok, I need a beer.

I'll update more when new compy arrives.

Oh, and I saw Transformers. It was shit. Shia wasn't, but the movie was. Three shades of shit. It expected as much, so caveat emptor, bitches. [I see I already mentioned my review, but I think it's worth restating.]

I saw HPV last Wednesday, and it was only two shades of shit. The scenes in Little Whinging were not shit at all. They were amazing; gritty, realistic (despite the Dementors), and moody. No surprise: Radcliffe writhing around, all sweaty, in bed makes me uncomfortable. Well, it will until July 23rd, anyway.

Sorry I wrote "shit" so much this post. I'm in a mood.

Friday, July 06, 2007

All The BS.

My computer is still ill. It's in hospital in Haliburton, and it'll probably have to stay there for the weekend. Bah, humbug.

Work on the site is going really well. I've been adding a lot more pictures to the website (see linque du jour, left).

Yesterday, I worked the entire day on the plasters team. In the morning, we made 3 or 4 batches of clay slip, 3 batches of cob, and 4 or 5 batches on interior plaster, which is 10% cow manure. (I can't link to reference pages with my classmate's Mac, so you'll have to look up what cob is on your own. Sorries.)

All afternoon, we plastered the interior north wall. The others used gloves, but I went bare-handed.

I went home at 4 to clean up for the weekly site tour, which I host. I washed my hands, scrubbed them in the shower, and then had to take a nail brush to them when I got our of the shower. Then, last night, they still smelled of cow shit.

More and more, I understand why farming is such a noble profession.

Last night's tour was the biggest turnout yet. There were over 20 people, when before the most was 12. It was cool.

Finally, I saw Transformers on Tuesday night. I know, I know... why? Well, it was really to support Husband List Member #13, Mr. Shia LaBoeuf. I guess he did a good job with what he was given, but that wasn't much. He did, at one point, have to tell the uber-skank he was a-courtin' that she was "more than meets the eye." Oh, no. Oh, yes.

The movie was shit on a stick. I kinda knew it would be, going in, but it exceeded my expectations.

Maybe my hands didn't stink from the plaster, but just proximity to Transformers.