YSaC, Vol. 1189: We put the ‘b’ in garage.
Wire shelving 3 tier steel rack gray – $40
Typical metal shelving adjustable wire grates high quality factory gray enamel paint
72″ tall 48″ wide and 24″ deep
Looks just like the picture the shelves are adjustable I do not have the clips for the rack
Looks just like the picture? By which you mean “looks just like a pile of useless, broken, and unrelated things that have been in my garage since we moved the hobo cottages filled with dead hookers out”? Because that’s what it looks like to me.
Oh, I hear you. “drmk, you’re being far too harsh. Come on — the shelves are adjustable!” Of course they are, dear reader; the shelves can be adjusted from leaning uselessly against the wall on their short end to leaning uselessly against the wall on their long end.* Also, based on this picture, the shelves will list at about a fifteen degree angle.
*This use not pictured.
custom cabinet
Lightly soiled from GIANT mouse droppings. Stored in garage for 1 month, and Goliath(pictured below) liked it as a toilet. I cleaned it, but can’t honestly sell it. Otherwise it is in great shape. Leave a phone number if you respond.
Is GIANT modifying “mouse” or “droppings”? Or maybe both? And the cabinet itself is free, but are you charging for the Hantavirus?
Thanks, Jay and Stephanie!
Pack rats meet a real pack rat = rat a pooey.
Wire shelving 3 tier steel rack gray – $40
Look at how well I’ve been able to get organized by using it. Heck, by that standard, it would be a steal at twice the price. Call or text Sparky at xxx-xxx-xxxx, and once I figure out where I left the phone, we can set up a time for you to come and see it.
3 gray rack shelving steel tier wire $40 –
There you go, Dave. I organized that for you.
Taco, that makes you the alpha male.
I heard he was junk male…
As Tom Thumb wept over Hunca Munca’s lifeless body, a burning anger swept over him. He knew then he would poo on all of the “custom” furniture in the giant house.
The Pied Piper was sick of his gig. He’d go to town, play the pipe, gather up all the rodents, and go prancing away. Rain, sleet, or snow, if people had a rat problem, then they called him. But, the pay sucked, his clients were rude, and he had an ever increasing problem of what to do with all the vermin he led out of town.
He’d had enough. That’s when he came up with “the plan.”
Phase one was already complete: he’d gathered a huge swarm of rats and mice that he’d need to pull this off. That had been easy enough, that was his job after all. And phase two was well under way. Yes, soon he’d be ready.
He looked over the swarm of rodents, a malevolent grin lighting his face. Each and every one of his little beauties was feasting from the enormous batch of ThunderBum Chili he’d whipped up just a short while ago.
Soon, he’d have his revenge. No shelving unit would be safe from the evil he’d unleash on the village.
You owe me a new keyboard and screen, Taco. They both just had too much coffee! ;D
That one even had me giggling.
I’m sorry, we don’t allow chili in the lounge.
*hides bowl and spoon under couch cushion*
*Bowl and spoon are pulled into the depths of couch by snake*
I don’t like snakes at the best of times. Snakes who have been eating ThunderBum chili? Just… No.
We call them “rocket snakes” in the Midwest.
Is that a rocket in your pocket or did your snake eat chili?
I bet the teenaged boy-snakes compete to see who can get the most distance and/or injure themselves in the most creative way possible.
:FWOOSH!:
:snake shoots across lawn and up a child’s slide:
“Yeah! Look at Tony go, I bet he gets fifteen feet easy! Ooh, he hit the chimney. Tell me you got that on camera, bro!”
I see a picture in there… it looks like a toilet with flowers sprouting from the bowl. At least it isn’t Napoleon this time…
I was beginning to wonder if a Napoleon portrait was compulsory in all homes now.
I also was disappointed when it wasn’t the
NaploneneNapolianNapoleon portrait.A Napoleon print I would not have.
However, the above is a print I actually do possess. It was available through Home Interiors about 20 years ago and has fishing and hunting stuff, books, etc. I gave it to Papa Eyebrows for a Father’s Day gift, as I recall, because it reminded me of all the things we did together when I was growing up.
Some HOAs get so carried away.
*sigh* What is HOA?
Home Owners’ Association.
*snerk*
A committee of asschapeaus who can tell whole neighborhoods what color they can paint their house, levy fines if the weeds get too tall, and have way too much time on their hands. 8) I’ve heard.
HOA are groups of people often much imbued with common, genuinely-civic ideas of good, of community, of increasing the good and decreasing the bad.
Unfortunately, the people with the most time to bend to actually running such organizations are of the sort of humanity which does not see the satire in Chaplin’s The Dictator, but are willing to suffer everyone else’s inconvenience to make the trains run on time. Not being granted–by divine right, however defined–the full police power of a State (or all states), they are left to control, exuberantly, all that they can mandate. Weeds, paint schema, trash can timeliness, garage door closed-ness, and so on.
Far, far too many subscribe (in fairness, unknowingly) to a precept that homogeneity, same-ness, and such are desirable, and natural evidences of perfection achieved, and sin and venality denied. Their hypocrisy oft knows no, and recognizes even fewer, bounds, too.
A casual reader might surmise that I am not a fan. Such supposition would be correct. There are few things that are so blatantly bigoted and discriminatory as a gated community–no matter how figurative the gates and fencing may be. Sadly, I’ve come to a mental accommodation of sorts; let them have their gates, their fences of rules–it is they who are then trapped in the monkey cages they have made, not I.
Oh, forgot the ‘short’ answer to “What is an HOA?” It’s a community run by a collection of Hyacinth Buckets.
Around here we call them the Borg.
* sarcastically thanks Monkey for snerking , and everyone else for the serious answer*
I guess none of the homes I’ve lived in have been posh enough to have one. Count me as the hoi polloi of the group. Then again, maybe I had just been oblivious to their rules.
*addendum: monkeys are my favorite-est of all god’s creatures*
I don’t think I’ve ever lived anywhere with a HOA either, unless you count the trailer park I lived in for a couple of years – they had a rule banning renters from housing chickens under their trailers.*
*Absolutely true. It was a classy neighborhood.
[corey]
There’s a regional effect here that correlates with local zoning ordinances. In a place like Florida, where it’s basically a zoning free-for-all, there are far more HOAs because they use them to establish large contiguous blocks of housing. In the northeast for example, where zoning boards wield more power than the Wonder Twins on speed, they are few and far-between, usually relegated to condo complexes rather than single-family home neighborhoods.
[/corey]
Hmm, I’d not equated “posh” to HOA.
Which may related to the number of “entry level” subdivisions I’ve seen with such in place.
So, that may hit a nail upon its head. Having an HOA is away to make poorly-framed, vinyl-clad, claptrap housing “posh” somehow.
And, they all share a failing–that homogeneity is better. You get one of these ‘planned’ communities, zoned into explicit use, and you can never have a corner store (unless you live near the corner of the subdivision). The grocer and baker and cobbler and candlestick maker neither will be near-to-hand either. The $200-500-900 per year extorted from each house-owner just goes to fund a weedy park with only sketchy “playsets” and maybe a pool (with no lifeguard and sketchier sanitation).
And, no matter what restrictions–written, unwritten, explicit or complicit–to keep “those people” (whatever identity one applies to whichever presumed “not us” is used) is used, it never works. The bus that collects the kids to the public school has to be able to get in. The City services (and employees) must needs have access; postal employees, all sorts of people. Even, gasp, “construction’ people <pauses for swooning to abate>.
These things much upset my Jeffersonian ideals of egalitarian “americanism” and it sorer inclines me to recommend that those who would have me bend a knee to my “betters” based upon financial standing or “class” be introduced to the semi-lunette. But, I’ve bled that such poltroons and would-be brahmins can be free to be the bigots that they are.
To Val: Thanks for the shout out. I also love wee purple fishies. 🙂
You can’t say “Home Owners’ Association” without saying homo and ass.
See! I told you! EVERYONE GETS SHELVES!
So how much caffeine do you have to consume before you can see the future?
Once you find yourself in the bathroom injecting coffee directly into your eye, you’ll know you’re ready to see the future.
This simply screams for a Winston and Pickles episode.
Sigh……
When I said I wanted to see Deadmau5, that is NOT what I meant.
“Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a
thousand times, and now how abhorr’d in my imagination it is!
My gorge rises at it.”
Yeah, what Hamlet said…especially the part about herking.
They aren’t posting for furniture at all. This is a cover for a mousie snuff film site.
Sparky – “Now, in this scene I want you to creep into the cabinet and sort of rub against the left side and urinate for a bit, then freeze when you see the trap. I’ll go in for a close-up as you slowly approach the trap, so I want to see those teeth exposed and your nose twitching.”
Goliath – “I don’t know about this. Are you sure it’s safe?”
Sparky – “Look kid, there are plenty of younger and hungrier rodents that would do this for half the cheddar you’re getting. Don’t forget to oil up you tail, I want it looking extra scaly.”
I actually think that would be Sparky’s cat. If a cat can administer meds, they can make mouse snuff movies.
Bedazzled mouse droppings. Sparky killed a great business idea.
Well they really killed the goose that laid the golden…um…you know.
Sparky missed his calling – he could have fed Goliath a diet of gold and semi-precious stones and made his own GIANT Not.A.Mouse turd jewelry!
Kinda like this, but with a Not.A.Mouse;
http://www.blaghag.com/2010/02/when-art-meets-biology-caddisfly.html
*flips coin* Heads, I click the link before lunch, tails, I wait until after.
*slap* Best two out of three.
It’s nothing yucky as long as you don’t mind a few close-ups of insects.
They say everything is bigger in Alaska – it is moose dropping jewelry not mouse…
http://www.etsy.com/listing/73169729/alaskan-moose-poop-resin-pendant
we also have moose dropping cups, swizzle sticks, etc
That’s what she said…
Typical
I thought that was only typical of people who had gigantism.
Like Goliath?
One giant mouse, One giant mouse,
It had the runs, it had the runs,
It made my cabinet smell really ripe,
It wouldn’t come off with Clorox wipe,
I could never sell such a thing in my life,
One giant mouse?
I bet if you ask Sparky #2 really nice he’ll even throw in the dead GIANT mouse for free. Some people are just generous like that.
Um, if ratwoman shows up we might want to greet her with a cuppa and lead her away from the pictures.
Having said that, I feel bad for laughing at the picture of “Goliath” next to the undersized trap and tape measure. Sparky, sir, that is NOT.a.mouse.
…And now all I can think of is those Warner Brother cartoons with a small kangaroo that Sylvester the Cat mistakes for a giant mouse.
Agreed, Lola. Shall we move on to tittering about “steel racks” now?
That’s what she had.
She has huuuuuuggggeeeee…. shelving units.
Racktastic!
I like the support the wire gives, but it digs in so.
My underwire actually set off the metal detector at a regional airport in Hawaii. Now how embarrassing do you thing that was?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pThjx0YTFK0
“I love the way your underwire bra,
always sets off the metal detector…”
All of yesterdays moose talk makes me think of this:
http://mountainrun.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/bull-moose-igloo-2.jpg
when I here nice rack…
Absolutely, my first thought – even before seeing the picture – was “Giant mouse = rat”. But then, I had a friend who could only cope with my (teeny tiny girly) rats by referring to them as giant mice. For some reason this was less scary.
I’m getting really tired of Sparkies sneaking into my garage and taking pictures of my garbage. (I see what you did there, drmk) I’m going to need some bigger traps.
This was no boat accident!
DaFT really set the bar high with his comment yesterday. It was a shoe-in for the box. 8) I crack myself up!
Ladies, after looking at the above picture then at the rat cage in my room, then back to the picture, then back to the cage, I can confirm that either a) this mouse uses Old Spice or b) this mouse is a rat. I`m on a post.
Is your rat a Smashing Pumpkins fan?
Yay! Another ratty person!
*waves*
Hullo! And hullo from Buster, Bowser, and Babydaddy!
My lot would say hello, but they have their noses deep in dinner right now 😉
The shelving units actually work fine, but they displeased the poultergeist that lived in his garage, so… they have to go.
My cousin ghostchicken is a poultergeist, I wonder if it was her.
Am I a total girl since all I can think of when looking at pic #2 is “Ah, poor mousie”? Come on, folks! What’s wrong with a few raisinets in the cabinet? Like y’all don’t poop!
No, a total girl would be all “eeeeek, rodents!!!1!” I think, anyway. That seems to be most people’s reactions to my pet rats. Actually, a lot of males respond that way too… *shrugs* ya got me :S
Rodents seem to be pretty popular in the Lounge, I think several others have rats or ferrets as pets.
Huzzah 🙂
We are people of excellent taste.
Can’t say as I’ve tasted a rodent aficionado. If they’re that good I’ll have to give it a try.
Sapor de aficinados de la rata?
¡Sehr ungewöhnlich!
I think the Cap’n said “They taste like chicken.”
“Sabe a pollo” for those interested.
Which is very different from
“Sabor de una gallo”
Roosters being gamey and all <G>
(I have no idea why I keep reverting to Spanish/Spanglish today.)
I am with you, FM. It is where my eyes are drawn to, like a highway accident. You just know the measly trap didn’t kill that rodent. That said, as an owner of a cat, I do get an odd feeling of pride when she catches a fly, moth, or occasional vole (yes, I said it).
That first set of shelves isn’t going to be very adjustable without the clips, although I would probably take them off Sparky’s hands anyway. The uprights would come in handy as cage legs, and that kind of wire is great for making doors. And Sparky number 2 has never heard of enzyme cleaner, apparently. If it can de-stink a cat box, it will work on mouse/rat droppings.
RR, I thought very similarly myself. There’s a bit of cross-over between bird cages and rabbit cages. 8)
Giant Mouse is IF’s Whitesnake opening band.
What you did there, I see it.
I just wonder if Giant Mice taste anything like Jumbo Shrimp…
If Sparky 2 still has Goliath, you could find out.
Carne de rata is better as plata gusiada rather than plata de piccodillo.
Come for the shelving, stay for the black plague.
I hear HantaVirus is opening for Black Plague! I’m totally getting tickets for this.
And I think Stephen King’s The Shelving is due to come out the same day.
Oh, I get it. It’s like a matryoshka doll – you put the mouse in the cabinet and the cabinet on the shelf and the shelf against the wall and then when someone takes it apart you lose one of the tiny ones and can never get it back together again correctly!
Nice rack!
..aaaaaaaandd it took all day, and the man-child, to state the obvious.
And the green grass grows all around, all around
[shelving corey]
If my eye does not deceive {does not wax Shakespearian, no,stop, none of that!}
Those are “metro”-style shelving units. Or a knock-off version thereof. For sale–not cheap–at Container Stores nation-wide and online (knock-offs at most big-box consumer stores, too).
If so, that’s a very good price. Except you only get a top, a bottom, and a middle shelf in that 4′ wide, 6′ tall unit. The “clips” are readily available, cheap even ($3 the dozen, IIRC). But, additional shelves get pricy quick.
Oh, and they are “adjustable” in that the clips are a two-piece nylon wedge that fits into the sockets on the shelves, and you can pick any spot on the standards with an indexing groove to set the wedges into. Buy, getting the shelf loose again is best done with a dead-blow mallet.
The stainless/chrome shelves are actually easier to mix-n-match, since this all started as restaurant modular shelving.
But, I’m sore suspicious wire-shelf sparky lives near the source of the second Sparky’s Rattus rattus, so, no sale, no visit, I’m-still-tempted-to-disinfect-the-monitor, no.
[/corey]
I’m pretty sure these are a knock-off of the knock-offs of the Metro shelving. I had a few of the actual Metro shelves, and they were super industrial strength shelves that I loved. I’ve seen ridiculously cheap, flimsy versions, and that’s what these look like.
Finally — a place to put my 99 bottles of beer.
DaFT, you own the box, man! Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, C.G. Johnson!