projections

When I got home late Friday night from williamsburg all I wanted to do was watch a movie (had received the frontline documentary called Tank Man about the dude who stood in front of the tanks in Tienanmen Square and really wanted to watch it).

But my remote for the volume had somehow unpaired itself from the stereo. I finally got it repaired but then the projector wouldn't display. I fiddled around with the wires and then got the screen of doom that indicates the mother board is shot (I know this because it's happened twice with the projector before).

In the past I had been able to get the mother board replaced for free. But my projector is 10 years and 5 months old so I knew that wasn't going to work again. So on Saturday I braced myself for a horrible experience, and, armed with consumer reports reviews of home movie projectors, headed to best buy.

I got there at the perfect time because hardly anyone was in the store. A sales guy immediately helped me. Though they didn't have the projector in their inventory he found one at a store in Centennial that was only 10 minutes away. I paid for the projector at a POS kiosk so I didn't have to wait in line. The pick up at the other store only took 2 minutes.

I was shocked how uncrowded the stores were. I guess most people shop online these days. And I managed to get my new projector set up and running in 10 minutes (most of which time was spent untangling wires).

I did discover I was missing a cable but was able to get the missing cable today. So, movie tonight!

AND this projector works with blu ray - much better picture than my old projector, it's like watching tv

floor tiles in the attic

My dad asked me to paint all the bare wood in the attic and then put down some floor tiles. I agreed thinking the job wouldn't take that long.

The attic floor has two levels. I figured he just wanted the floor put down on the first level based on the number of floor tiles I saw. I got to work on that and then started painting. I was saving the steps leading up to the attic for last for obvious reasons (so I could get out of the attic).

I got the floor tile put down and asked my dad to come look at it. He said "oh good, now you can put the rest down" and brought up like a billion more floor tiles for the second level of the attic. I had assumed I was 30 minutes away from completing the project (it was around 930 pm). Wrong.

to put down the floor tile I had to move all these boxes out of the way - they were heavy

Finally around midnight I was done.

a friend that I sent this pic to asked "is it Anne Frank times?" and my dad responded "no, we're gearing up for syrian refuges"

Then I had just finished painting the stairs leading up to the attic and was talking to my brother Steve when his cat decided to run up the stairs.

we had to put his cat's paws under the sink to get the paint off - after that the cat hissed at me every time she saw me

I repainted the stairs the next day. My dad was pretty happy with the way everything turned out.