Little Things You Love

have inherited two family clocks, both are about 100 ish years old.

First one just needed to be wound but works perfectly fine despite it not been wound probably in 10-15 years.

second one needs work. I think it either has a busted mainspring but i am hoping it just needs to be letdown and re-wound, its chime note plays although it need to be adjusted so it doesn't constantly keep going out of alignment. trying to figure out if i really have to pull the mech out or if it can done with it still together
 
on the upside, your bag is always at the carousel before you've made it off the plane :)
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99% of my flights are for work. I'm on the clock so I'm not in a rush.
 
Have you been to an airport carousel recently? Clueless chunts everywhere.


Worst I've had was some arsehole took my board bag in Tokyo. They walked off with a good distance and realised it wasn't theirs...I found this put after a long fucking wait and when I went to see if theirs was mine (being the same bag) they were real snappy with the "that's mine!" (Get away from it tone). But they weren't polite enough to point out they had taken mine and just randomly dumped it elsewhere in the airport. But the thing about Japan is that the very polite staff had found the bag and were dragging it to me. Being about 40kg of shit the petite staffer was having trouble and called out to me.

Surely if you take the wrong bag you put it back? Surely?
 
Fuck I hate the way people disembark aircraft. So much so that I can't be fucked joining them and just sit there watching whatever shit film I am already watching, then walk off comfortably last. My oversized luggage is never going to be there waiting for me anyway and most of these arseholes are going to fuck up the customs process anyway.
 
Worst I've had was some arsehole took my board bag in Tokyo. They walked off with a good distance and realised it wasn't theirs...I found this put after a long fucking wait and when I went to see if theirs was mine (being the same bag) they were real snappy with the "that's mine!" (Get away from it tone). But they weren't polite enough to point out they had taken mine and just randomly dumped it elsewhere in the airport. But the thing about Japan is that the very polite staff had found the bag and were dragging it to me. Being about 40kg of shit the petite staffer was having trouble and called out to me.

Surely if you take the wrong bag you put it back? Surely?
Perhaps it's time to decorate your board bag in a unique way. Get some hot pink fabric paint AKA whatever pink paint you can buy, and write the word 'DILDO' along the sides and top in huge letters. Then dust with sparkles or glitter.
If I were a betting man, I would wager that no Snowboard Bro would ever walk off with your board bag ever again.
 
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Perhaps it's time to decorate your board bag in a unique way. Get some hot pink fabric paint AKA whatever pink paint you can buy, and write the word 'DILDO' along the sides and top in huge letters. Then dust with sparkles or glitter.
If I were a betting man, I would wager that no Snowboard Bro would ever walk off with your board bag ever again.


I think the new bag will see me safe for a few trips. I couldn't decide between deep red and goldenrod for the eye burning colour, but I think we all know what I picked in the end...

 
I think the new bag will see me safe for a few trips. I couldn't decide between deep red and goldenrod for the eye burning colour, but I think we all know what I picked in the end...

Black? 🤪
 
What's the rush?
I'll put my hand up here and say I'm one of those chunts (but only once the plane has stopped). Being 195cm means I really don't want to be sat down any more than necessary. But to redeem my chuntishness, I always get the bags from the overhead for the people I'm sitting next to.
 
The khunts who stand up and get their heavy bulky bags out of the overhead lockers before the fecking plane has come to a complete stop at the terminal, & blocking the aisle?
Last time I was on a plane (a long time ago), I had to make a connecting flight. The pilot announced that people who needed to make a connecting flight were to disembark first. Didn't fucking happen. I got stuck behind alllll the sweaty boomers heading north for winter with maximum carry on luggage and no connecting flights. I grabbed my normal sized backpack and had to sprint to the next flight. I just made it before they shut the gate.
 
It's ok, guys. I was mad at the time but I made the flight and now I can just laugh about the stupidity of a heard of sheeple 😂
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Anyway, we're in the wrong thread for all this negativity.

LTIL: the smile on a kid's face yesterday when he collected his newly built up MTB. This kid lives in Creswick so he will have his pick of trails to hone his skills on. Awesome.
 
Correct Airport Carousel Usage: Everyone stand back from the carousel, and when they see their bag, step forward and take it, then move away.

Actual Airport Carousel Usage: Everyone crowd around the carousel, pick up every bag that slightly resembles theirs, find their bag and proceed to hang around right next to the carousel while someone they know who is also blocking the carousel while waiting for their bag.
 
Riding to the office Xmas party... and listen to all the tards ' oh, i better only have one more, i'm driving".
My bike knows the way home.


Danger! Danger! This has long been my line of thinking, but at work yesterday we were all laughing about last year's Christmas party and preparing for this year's...

Last year I got absolutely destroyed. It is a lengthy and hilarious story, but it does include me crashing my bike (harmlessly) on the ride home (flat shared path). This crash left a tiny nick on my fork stanchion and a bit of a rash along the leg. Best I can figure is u either rode into or attempted to ride along a small brick retaining wall at one of the new apartment blocks. There is no other obstacle along that route that I can identify and lay blame on.

This year I am planning to be dropped off and then walk home. But also not get quite as messed up, but...we all know what happens when one says such a thing.
 
Danger! Danger! This has long been my line of thinking, but at work yesterday we were all laughing about last year's Christmas party and preparing for this year's...

Last year I got absolutely destroyed. It is a lengthy and hilarious story, but it does include me crashing my bike (harmlessly) on the ride home (flat shared path). This crash left a tiny nick on my fork stanchion and a bit of a rash along the leg. Best I can figure is u either rode into or attempted to ride along a small brick retaining wall at one of the new apartment blocks. There is no other obstacle along that route that I can identify and lay blame on.

This year I am planning to be dropped off and then walk home. But also not get quite as messed up, but...we all know what happens when one says such a thing.
rookie.
And shame on you for walking. What's next triathalon?
 
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