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No? HA!!! Didn't think so, bitches!

We have a new (used) dishwasher thanks to a (not-so) anonymous benefactor. Thank you thank you thank you thank you, a thousand times thank you.

A few challenges hooking it up, but only needed to purchase one part, a new water supply hose because the old one leaked after being disconnected from its previous home. It leaked a lot. Noticeably flooded the garage. Once that was replaced, the leaks were done.

I did something different with this installation: I connected an appliance cord instead of hardwiring the machine into the house electrical, and installed an electrical outlet under the floor (accessible from the bottom of the stairs).  Disconnecting the power is now as simple as unplugging the device.

Iz can haz brains, nau. :)

The machine itself needs one repair, a new heating element, without which it will not run an automatic cycle. It uses the heating element to heat the water to [holy-shit-that's-hot] degrees to sanitize the dishes, and without that it just runs and runs and runs waiting for the water to reach the right temperature, which it never does. We just wait for that little light on the front, then cancel the cycle and switch to "Rinse". Works a treat, and in any event is far far better than washing dishes by hand.

That was Sunday.

Saturday was spent traipsing all over Kansas City on various errands, none of which were close to one another. Pensey's, The Re-store (got my door, but the doorknob was a bust. Always carefully check what you're buying!!!), among others.

The Day Job visited the NADA conference this weekend. Preliminary reports are that the experience was positive - we shared a booth with RouteOne, which provided us some credibility. Haven't had the update meeting yet; we're all just catching up and haven't really started our days yet.

mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
No? HA!!! Didn't think so, bitches!

We have a new (used) dishwasher thanks to a (not-so) anonymous benefactor. Thank you thank you thank you thank you, a thousand times thank you.

A few challenges hooking it up, but only needed to purchase one part, a new water supply hose because the old one leaked after being disconnected from its previous home. It leaked a lot. Noticeably flooded the garage. Once that was replaced, the leaks were done.

I did something different with this installation: I connected an appliance cord instead of hardwiring the machine into the house electrical, and installed an electrical outlet under the floor (accessible from the bottom of the stairs).  Disconnecting the power is now as simple as unplugging the device.

Iz can haz brains, nau. :)

The machine itself needs one repair, a new heating element, without which it will not run an automatic cycle. It uses the heating element to heat the water to [holy-shit-that's-hot] degrees to sanitize the dishes, and without that it just runs and runs and runs waiting for the water to reach the right temperature, which it never does. We just wait for that little light on the front, then cancel the cycle and switch to "Rinse". Works a treat, and in any event is far far better than washing dishes by hand.

That was Sunday.

Saturday was spent traipsing all over Kansas City on various errands, none of which were close to one another. Pensey's, The Re-store (got my door, but the doorknob was a bust. Always carefully check what you're buying!!!), among others.

The Day Job visited the NADA conference this weekend. Preliminary reports are that the experience was positive - we shared a booth with RouteOne, which provided us some credibility. Haven't had the update meeting yet; we're all just catching up and haven't really started our days yet.

mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
I am chilled this morning and cannot get warm. I've shut the door to my office to trap the warmth my PC and lamps generate* - in twenty minutes or so, the temperature in my office will have risen appreciably. I'm hoping it will help. Come lunchtime I'll have to go foraging out in the cold. I'll face that when I have to and not worry about it now.

I dreamed last night that we moved, significant for me given I've never lived anywhere else since I was four years old. The house in my dream was a blank slate, full of potential and floors that didn't bounce or squeak.  The basement of this "new" house was my real basement, which says something about my state of mind about the work we've been doing downstairs.

The downstairs is cleaner, and with a lot of stuff either put or thrown or donated away, it's more open, more inviting. Almost cozy. If I could find a place elsewhere to store all my leftover fabric I could clear out a LOT of space.

Thanks to the kindness of friends, we're expecting a new dishwasher this weekend. I need to get the old one out and curbside for whoever wants to try their hand at fixing it. Maybe tonight, depending on what's on the schedule.



* I don't use the office fluorescents. I've a "can" light in one corner pointed up at the wall, and a torchiére next to my desk, also pointed up. Both are incandescent and produce quite a bit of heat.

In every office I've ever worked since I started consulting, I arrive early one morning and pull the bulbs from the fixture directly over my desk. People say I love the dark, but actually I hate glare. Big difference. I strive for strong but indirect light.
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
I am chilled this morning and cannot get warm. I've shut the door to my office to trap the warmth my PC and lamps generate* - in twenty minutes or so, the temperature in my office will have risen appreciably. I'm hoping it will help. Come lunchtime I'll have to go foraging out in the cold. I'll face that when I have to and not worry about it now.

I dreamed last night that we moved, significant for me given I've never lived anywhere else since I was four years old. The house in my dream was a blank slate, full of potential and floors that didn't bounce or squeak.  The basement of this "new" house was my real basement, which says something about my state of mind about the work we've been doing downstairs.

The downstairs is cleaner, and with a lot of stuff either put or thrown or donated away, it's more open, more inviting. Almost cozy. If I could find a place elsewhere to store all my leftover fabric I could clear out a LOT of space.

Thanks to the kindness of friends, we're expecting a new dishwasher this weekend. I need to get the old one out and curbside for whoever wants to try their hand at fixing it. Maybe tonight, depending on what's on the schedule.



* I don't use the office fluorescents. I've a "can" light in one corner pointed up at the wall, and a torchiére next to my desk, also pointed up. Both are incandescent and produce quite a bit of heat.

In every office I've ever worked since I started consulting, I arrive early one morning and pull the bulbs from the fixture directly over my desk. People say I love the dark, but actually I hate glare. Big difference. I strive for strong but indirect light.
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Another trip into Dishwasher Hell. The thing got clogged from the cheap paper label from a glass jar of Amish jam, which we were washing preparatory to recycling it.

I should have known better than to put an Amish jar in a modern dishwasher. Fucked the whole thing up.

I rolled up my sleeves and, like the Village Idi---er, Repairman, dove in to clear the clog. I took it apart to within an inch of its life, right down to part #15. (I wouldn't have had to go that far, but I dropped a fucking screw and couldn't retrieve it, not even with a magnet.1) It was pretty gunky in there, and it took a vegetable brush, a toothbrush, an ice pick, a razor blade, and a tall can of Nebraskan compressed air2 to clear the clogs from parts #7, #6, and #2.

The Water must flow.

I put it all back together all Humpty-Dumpty-ish (without the sticky yellow center - and in the process shearing off one of the screw mounting studs, yea me) and fired it up.

No leaks, powerful water flow. Losing the use of one screw didn't appear to hurt anything at all, and it runs a mite quieter than it used to.

And no big plumbing Bill3.

On the bright side, I've done as much to this dishwasher as can reasonably be expected of a honey-doer, and thus, should anything else go wrong, I can throw up my hands and defer to a professional. Or just buy a new one.


1 The only thing below that is the plastic box the comprises the washing compartment. To go further would have required a saw. Or a length of primer cord. I have a saw.

2 That would be me.

3 About which I have already made a joke, and so will refrain in this case.


mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Titanic)
Another trip into Dishwasher Hell. The thing got clogged from the cheap paper label from a glass jar of Amish jam, which we were washing preparatory to recycling it.

I should have known better than to put an Amish jar in a modern dishwasher. Fucked the whole thing up.

I rolled up my sleeves and, like the Village Idi---er, Repairman, dove in to clear the clog. I took it apart to within an inch of its life, right down to part #15. (I wouldn't have had to go that far, but I dropped a fucking screw and couldn't retrieve it, not even with a magnet.1) It was pretty gunky in there, and it took a vegetable brush, a toothbrush, an ice pick, a razor blade, and a tall can of Nebraskan compressed air2 to clear the clogs from parts #7, #6, and #2.

The Water must flow.

I put it all back together all Humpty-Dumpty-ish (without the sticky yellow center - and in the process shearing off one of the screw mounting studs, yea me) and fired it up.

No leaks, powerful water flow. Losing the use of one screw didn't appear to hurt anything at all, and it runs a mite quieter than it used to.

And no big plumbing Bill3.

On the bright side, I've done as much to this dishwasher as can reasonably be expected of a honey-doer, and thus, should anything else go wrong, I can throw up my hands and defer to a professional. Or just buy a new one.


1 The only thing below that is the plastic box the comprises the washing compartment. To go further would have required a saw. Or a length of primer cord. I have a saw.

2 That would be me.

3 About which I have already made a joke, and so will refrain in this case.


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