There is one of those in Dayton that I go to every time I go back to visit
my parents.

They sell everything under the sun.



"Lee Michaels" wrote in message
...
I am joining this "can't find it & possible solutions" discussion late.
Here's my contribution.

My dad used to get really upset because he could never find a 9/16"
wrench. We would spend hours hunting that thing down. When I grew up and
flew the coop, I ended up at an industrial surplus place that had numerous
wrenches in a scrap bin. I fished out a goodly number of various sizes
and a whole bunch of 9/16" wrenches.

I sent the wrenches to him. He got upset at me. But years later, he
thanked me. He said he never knew how a bunch of 9/16" wrenches could come
in so handy!

As for me, I never could keep track of a measuring tape. I had to keep
buying new ones. I had several, but the just vanished all the time. Then
one day at the industrial surplus center, just love that place, they had a
sale on a big batch of tools. And on the shelf, they had a number of
bright, neon colored measuring tapes.

I bought all 14 of them. And I have bought more over the years as well.
My wife even bought me that giant battery operated meauring tape from
Black and Decker! I have several measuring tapes in my office, a couple in
the living room, one in each car and a couple in the wife's sewing room.
And lots of them in the shop as well. I am never more than a few steps
from a measuring tape.

I wish I could tell you that solved my vanishing tools problem. I still
have that malady. But as far as measuring tapes go, I am covered.

On Dec 18, 2:53*pm, Pat Barber wrote:
I got more caulk guns than the entire Home Depot chain.


I have at least 6 basin wrenches, at least 10 caulking guns, NO idea
how many crescent wrenches, and...somewhere, between this shop and my
house..about 500 pencils.... although I can't see one from where I'm
sitting.

On Dec 18, 11:58*pm, "Tom G" wrote:
*A hard man to be friends with as you could never tell if he
was putting you on or telling a truth.

Tom G.

Those kind of guys make the best friends.

I forget the author, but a few years back there was
a major complaint about being able to find a pencil
while in the shop.

The author solved his problem by buying a whole box of
#2 pencils and standing in his shop door and just started
throwing the pencils in a 180 degree arc as far as he could.

Of course, two days latter, he couldn't find a pencil.

On Thu, 18 Dec 2008 20:20:14 +0000, RM MS wrote
(in article ):

Tne Old One will appear as soon as you buy a New One


Usually, an Old One must be invoked into appearance by reading certain
shunned passages of the forbidden Necronomicon by the guttering. baleful
light of a candle made from the fat of an executed highwayman within a
circle, exactly nine feet in diameter. drawn with a crayon made from the
unspilled blood of a virgin bound with grave dirt and some sticky white stuff
stolen from a stud farm by a tongueless Arab.

Can't measure the circle. Can't find the tape measure.

The damned book was in the shoe box with all the other instruction manuals -
router, washing machine, satellite TV remote, breadmaker... Frankenstein's
anatomy course.. the winemaking kit...

Can I find the accursed tome?
NOBODY has seen it, touched it, moved, borrowed, read or returned it to the
public library. The same nobody that polished off my last half of good single
malt that I was saving, along with the tin of Devon custard that was on the
shelf two days ago but nobody has used so I had to eat my avocado crumble
dry.

So - no instructions..

Maybe I can just make it up as i go along.. don't see any problem with that.
O.K. who's got the matches?
They were on here a minute ago. Next to the crayon..

I'll use a biro until the crayon turns up..

I'll light the candle with my trusty zippo.. which is in the top drawer in
the garage workbench..
Soddit, I'll use the electric fire and a folded length of paper.




Sorry, I had to go and get the blister ointment.
and a bucket of water.... good job the carpet was rolled back.

The candle's burning nicely.. well, _balefully_. Now how does that thing go?

"La! Cthulhu Baroda Nikto!!.."
umm...
"Fh'tagn Yuupee'Ess deliverit! Ad Hominem!!"

Draw the circle on the floor..

"Nachos nauseus cheesibit. Cadcam renderit! T'chock bah flavorit
G'na'ppfoobar snork!

That's about nine feet..

I think I've got it now

"Pingu mglw'nafh Cthulhu O'Reilly waggonhog fhnart"

Ahh _there's_ the book.. damn, it's outside the circle and I'm inside it..
I'm sure it won't hurt to sneak out and get it..

That's better..
Oh.. that's what I should have said.. never mind. It sort of sounds a bit
similar.. sort of..

The candle's dimming.. it's

... going out..

and it's dark
the room smells of sulfur.. the floor seems to be leaning at a crazy angle..
it doesn't feel like a floor.. it's a wall, and I'm leaning on it.. no, it's
a floor.. it's tosssing about like a raftin a storm..


I can hear them.. the scratching in the walls..

the distant, far-away howling.. getting closer..

The door is rattling.. I can hear the wood creaking

the hinges are straining..


...the wood's beginning to splinter...they're coming..

No.. No...

Bored Borg wrote:
On Thu, 18 Dec 2008 20:20:14 +0000, RM MS wrote
(in article ):

Tne Old One will appear as soon as you buy a New One


Usually, an Old One must be invoked into appearance by reading certain
shunned passages of the forbidden Necronomicon by the guttering. baleful
light of a candle made from the fat of an executed highwayman within a
circle, exactly nine feet in diameter. drawn with a crayon made from the
unspilled blood of a virgin bound with grave dirt and some sticky white stuff
stolen from a stud farm by a tongueless Arab.

Can't measure the circle. Can't find the tape measure.

The damned book was in the shoe box with all the other instruction manuals -
router, washing machine, satellite TV remote, breadmaker... Frankenstein's
anatomy course.. the winemaking kit...

Can I find the accursed tome?
NOBODY has seen it, touched it, moved, borrowed, read or returned it to the
public library. The same nobody that polished off my last half of good single
malt that I was saving, along with the tin of Devon custard that was on the
shelf two days ago but nobody has used so I had to eat my avocado crumble
dry.

So - no instructions..

Maybe I can just make it up as i go along.. don't see any problem with that.
O.K. who's got the matches?
They were on here a minute ago. Next to the crayon..

I'll use a biro until the crayon turns up..

I'll light the candle with my trusty zippo.. which is in the top drawer in
the garage workbench..
Soddit, I'll use the electric fire and a folded length of paper.




Sorry, I had to go and get the blister ointment.
and a bucket of water.... good job the carpet was rolled back.

The candle's burning nicely.. well, _balefully_. Now how does that thing go?

"La! Cthulhu Baroda Nikto!!.."
umm...
"Fh'tagn Yuupee'Ess deliverit! Ad Hominem!!"

Draw the circle on the floor..

"Nachos nauseus cheesibit. Cadcam renderit! T'chock bah flavorit
G'na'ppfoobar snork!

That's about nine feet..

I think I've got it now

"Pingu mglw'nafh Cthulhu O'Reilly waggonhog fhnart"

Ahh _there's_ the book.. damn, it's outside the circle and I'm inside it..
I'm sure it won't hurt to sneak out and get it..

That's better..
Oh.. that's what I should have said.. never mind. It sort of sounds a bit
similar.. sort of..

The candle's dimming.. it's

.. going out..

and it's dark
the room smells of sulfur.. the floor seems to be leaning at a crazy angle..
it doesn't feel like a floor.. it's a wall, and I'm leaning on it.. no, it's
a floor.. it's tosssing about like a raftin a storm..


I can hear them.. the scratching in the walls..

the distant, far-away howling.. getting closer..

The door is rattling.. I can hear the wood creaking

the hinges are straining..


..the wood's beginning to splinter...they're coming..

No.. No...

Utter the mantra: "There is no Cabal" over and again. The Cabal will
protect you.
nobody

Hopefully you got sidetracked on something really good

Mike M

On Thu, 18 Dec 2008 16:02:03 -0600, "Swingman" wrote:

wrote
On Dec 18, 1:53 pm, Pat Barber wrote:

I got more caulk guns than the entire Home Depot chain.

Me, too. And yet, I still can't find 'the good one" when I need it.

I cooked my usual breakfast this morning at 6, walked by past the stove
again at 10 and there were my fried eggs, still in the skillet looking back
at me ... and yep, the ham was still in the microwave.

Good thing is at least must have remembered to turn the stove off, bad thing
is I don't remember doing it, only thing for certain is that I must of not
been hungry ...