This weekend was semiproductive, which is a bit of a switch.
Friday night I was playing WoW, then J suggested he run me and a few other guildmates through BFD, which was fine except the server started getting rather bad. I wanted to make sure I had all the quests, so I checked Thottbot and found a few I figured I should have. First I couldn't find some guy in IF to get one of them, and by then I was running late trying to get there, so I flew to Menethil Harbor. Got on the boat that had just arrived instead of remembering I needed the other boat that was now not a boat but a dude that teleports you instead... no problem, it'll take me to Theramore and I can still get up to Astranaar, right? That's great until the boat disappears and everyone on it is dropped in deep water and given a fatigue bar... yeah, so everyone starts hearthing out. That sends me all the way back to Darkshire, which means I have to go through LagForge IF again. I was tempted to just go down to Booty Bay then over to Ratchet and walk. However, J convinced me to try again, so I went to SW then IF. I get to Menethil Harbor... and there are no NPCs. None. At all. So J says I'll have to hoof it through the Wetlands to Southshore. I'm not even halfway to Dun Modr and BAM! I get booted. By this point I'm just ready to scream. J tells me everyone in the guild on the eastern continent got booted at once, so probably everyone there got booted. Great. And of course I can't get back in, so I say the hell with it and go off to read. J said it came back up, but then shortly thereafter they announced a server shutdown for yet more emergency maintenance and then it (a) counted down way faster than that, and (b) booted everyone with 5 minutes left till shutdown anyway, then was down for 2 hours.
Then, Saturday we were going to meet J's parents for lunch in Wright City after his younger brother's DI contest was over. That didn't happen because they had to grab a quick lunch due to them not presenting until after lunch. So we played WoW, with me doing Wetlands quests since I was there anyway (it started me back at the harbor though before I got booted I had run up the road a ways). Then we finally went out to meet them in Wentzville (~10 miles east of Wright City, so a mite closer), leaving around 5:30 and getting there at 6:10. We had a good dinner with them all, which was nice, though our food was insanely slow to arrive, then we left the restaurant at about 8. J called his friends and they were still interested in coming out, so they did and I played more WoW and then hit the sack while they were still up and running.
Sunday was the most productive, though second most (after the WoW stuff of Friday night) frustrating.
I decided while J was still sleeping, to finally get around to replacing the drawer pulls in the kitchen. The old ones are these stupid ones that have a plate with a knob jammed in them. Since the knob isn't one piece, and is sort of snapped into place, and they're old, some of the knobs were missing and others were very, very loose. So way back in, I dunno, December? we bought drawer pulls. These are a standard 3" width (between screw holes) pulls, that are handles rather than plates with knobs. Much better for looping dish towels over, and all one piece so they don't stop being functional, and we even bought 2 for the false fronts under the sink specficially for dish towels. I started with the bottom, empty drawer. After removing the plate (no knob, it was long gone), there was a nice thick buildup of gunk around the edge where the plate used to be. GROSS! So I scraped most of it off with the screwdriver, then washed it with Dow and dried it. Then I look at the back, and that's where it gets disappointing.
First off, the holes are 3.5" apart, not 3. So I find out the holes are not a standard size apart and we'll need to drill new ones. Great. Then, I find worse. See, the front of the actual drawer box has an additional face attached to it that is actually what you attach the pull to, and what covers the drawer hole, and is what you see when it's closed (see figure 1). The front of the box itself has 3 counterbored holes in it (see figure 2), which is fine. Apparently, as you can see from that second image, they decided the screws weren't quite long enough, so they counterbored just a bit into the face as well. One of the problems with this, is that they didn't measure accurately on where to put the bores, so none of them line up with the counterbores in the drawer front. So the holes for the actual screws, which we have to cover up with our drawer pulls, are at the very top of the "real" counterbores. Plus, the screws that came with our new pulls are too long for the additional depth of the bores.
I wasn't sure what to do at this point, except that we needed to drill two new holes in each drawer, a quarter inch in from the old ones. However, I wasn't sure whether they'd still fit inside the counterbores in the drawer front. First, after telling J about the problem, I called my parents to talk to my dad. Mom answered, and suggested I call my grandfather since he has more extensive knowledge of the subject (he builds furniture as a hobby and has for several years), so I called him. I tried my best to explain the situation, and he ended up telling me to bring a drawer and a new pull, and he'd help figure it out. So I drove out there (first time in J's manual-transmission car by myself, wheee!). Initially he said we could use nuts to take up the extra length of the screw, which worked pretty well. Then he stuck it in a vice, measured for the new holes, and drilled them with me telling him first whether the drill was straight up since he has hardly any depth perception. Then, looking at the back, the holes were indeed still inside both counterbores, barely. The holes were drilled big enough for the screws not to bite into them since the screws only need to screw into the handle itself, so they slid smoothly. However, one was really close to the edge of the bore, so he used a hammer to push it all the way down into the hole. Then it was a matter of actually screwing the handle on. Woo! One drawer done.
He also figured out that since it needed 2 nuts, not 1, on each screw to take up the slack, they were an even quarter inch too long, which means I could buy 14 replacement screws instead of 28 nuts, since they sell screws in different lengths varying by a quarter inch. After heading home, I grabbed a screw to match it up, as well as a spare nut of the ones he had so I could use it to test the threads of the ones I'd be buying, then hit the hardware store. He also lent us a center punch to make the initial mark for the hole, plus a really slim drill bit to drill a starter hole and a larger one for the real thing. (One of the holes "walked" on him, with the drill going into the existing hole and making it difficult to drill the additional hole. A slimmer starter hole is to prevent that, what with drilling new holes so close to the old ones.)
J helped me with these. He took the pulls off the other main 3 drawers (we have 6 drawers + 2 false fronts), after emptying them, and I marked & punched the holes. Then, we took the drawers outside for him to drill while I held them up vertical on the stoop. After drilling the starter holes, he still had 2 holes walk on him but it wasn't a big deal. Then, I cleaned all the gunk off the faces and put the pulls on. I also ended up cleaning the front of the cabinets there under the sink, right by where the drawers go, along with the frame around the drawers.
So half of them are done. Two we will have to empty and drill; the false fronts will have to have their plates removed from underneath the sink, then the holes drilled with the fronts in place. I'm hoping we can do that today some time, at least the two other drawers.
Finally... how is it possible for new-grown skin to have nerve endings and no blood vessels, especially given how much faster the latter grow than the former? Specifically, I had to repierce one of my ear piercings a bit. I had noticed both of my second holes were starting to close up, and figured I should start back with keeping earrings in them at all times, at least for a while, so they'd stay. The right one was fine; a little tight, but manageable. The left one... I couldn't get the post through. I figured it was really tight, so I grabbed one of my french hook earrings, which has a slimmer bit of metal to go through. No dice. I found another pair, these french wires I think (only difference is the hook in the back, right?), which were even slimmer. In fact, they're the slimmest I have. It would not go through. Damn. I knew for a fact I still had, somewhere, my old starter posts that had been used to pierce my first set of holes, so I started looking. After an hour, the search had yielded many, many pairs of other earrings, which then got put on the earring stand (plastic thing with a ton of holes for hanging pierced earrings). Finally, I looked in the one likely place I hadn't checked yet, since it was only a slim chance. Bingo! Found 'em. Nice and pointy. After washing my hands, I announced to J (who knew what I was looking for), "I have good news and bad news. The good news is: I found them. The bad news is: I found them." Yep, this meant it was going to hurt if I wanted to keep my ear hole, and probably bleed like a stuck pig. I was half right -- hurt like a bitch.
I couldn't have done it myself. I was trying, but not getting anywhere. J came upstairs after he finished WoW for the night, and after checking to make sure it was lined up straight with the back of the hole, pushed it through for me. I asked him not to go too fast in order to make sure it didn't go off track, which is a good thing, but... YEEOOWWWW!!! I'm quite sure it's a good thing I mentioned to Mark I had a piercing closing up, otherwise I imagine he'd have been rather worried at my yowling in pain.
I couldn't have gotten it all the way through anyway, because as it turns out the membrane of skin that had grown back was very thin but very stretchy. J said when I was in the most pain (and the loudest) was when the earring had come through the hole, but that membrane hadn't pierced yet! It had followed the earring through the other side of the hole.
He told me it wasn't bleeding at all yet. I pulled that one out, because it wasn't hypoallergenic and I have real allergy issues to nickel & stuff, so I wanted a different earring in the hole. I was so sure when I pulled it out (oh did it burn and ache!), that out would come with the blood gushing. Nope... not a drop. Tried to get the original earring in, wouldn't go. Damn! Used the french wire to go in, then kinda move it around to try and widen the hole a bit. Ended up having to find a different pair of earrings to put in, which isn't easy 'cause most of my earrings are not ones that are good to wear to bed. During the entire time I was using the french wire, then when I put a normal earring through, it did not bleed one drop. Not one. Hurt, and was still hurting when I fell asleep, but did not bleed.
So how is it, that piercing this skin hurt so horribly, yet did not bleed at all? I mean, you know how ears are -- they have blood vessels everywhere. And nerve tissue is supposed to take forever to grow. So why did this hurt so damn much, and yet not bleed? I mean, I'm glad it didn't bleed, that's so messy, but... WTF??