tatjna (tatjna) wrote,

Of appliances, hand kissers, and why Charles Stross can kiss my arse instead

Yesterday while taking delivery of whiteware, I got the phone call that my cylinder wrap had arrived. I'd been told this was a straightforward job and the whole thing comes in a kit. How hard can it be, right?

Turns out the wrap comes in a standard size, which is 1200mm by 3000mm. This is a lot of foam, and will cover most tanks. My tank is 1720mm high and 430mm diameter. Doing the maths on that makes the circumference 1350mm or just a bit more than the width of the wrap sheet.

So, tetris. Here's the bare cylinder:

As you can see it's strapped in as is required in Wellington, which means cutting the wrap so it'll go around the straps. And because of the height of the thing, instead of doing it once I had to do it twice (bottom half/top half) and tape it all together with duct tape because they don't provide quite enough tape for extra wraps. But they do provide instructions!

I would just like to point out here that unlike the default installer from the instructions, I am not a guy and I was wearing a floral dress not shorts. And here I am, about an hour and a roll of duct tape later, victorious!

Weirdly, I can still feel warmth on the outside of the wrap and the cupboard is still warm. I mean, really warm. It's almost as if the cylinder isn't wearing a jacket. but when I feel underneath the wrap down the bottom, it feels really hot under there. I'm not sure what's going on - I've googled it and everything I read suggests that if the pipes and the cylinder are both wrapped, it'll save energy/money but if everything's just as warm in there as it was before this seems wrong to me. This evening I'll check the thermostat temperature but if anyone has any knowledge of this and would like to suggest other things I could try, I'm all ears.

Meanwhile, have a manic picture of me with the new dishwasher:

Why yes I am going into raptures over appliances. Last time I bought a new appliance was 2001, and that was my washing machine which I'm still using so yes, it's a thrill.

A couple of things:

I'm reading Glasshouse by Charles Stross. In it, he is turned into a woman as part of an experiment he's volunteered to be part of. He proceeds to spend the next 100 pages whinging about his 'wholly inadequate' body, about how weak he is, about how he can't do things. This is pissing me the fuck off. For a start, Mr Stross has no clue how it feels to be a woman, and to imply that having gone from being a man to being a woman makes his body inadequate and incompetent is insulting as hell. Yes, men are generally stronger than women - but he goes on as if 'less strong' means 'not strong at all'. Never mind the way he deals with periods.

I feel like writing him a letter and inviting him to come shear some sheep with me. *mutter*

In another girl thing, when I was introduced to the electrician who will be installing my stovetop, he kissed my hand. Now this man is clearly of mediterranean descent from his name and accent, and he's an older man (maybe 60?) so I understand that this may be his traditional way of greeting a woman. I was a little bit flattered because yes I've seen all the romantic movies. But there was this other reaction that I kept to myslef, which was a mental note to make sure the Youth of Today is home when he comes to put in my stove.

It's not that I think he'll try anything and I could probably take him if he did (fuck you Charles Stross), but a hand-kisser might also be an innocent-inappropriate-toucher or an innuendo-slinger and I'd rather not have to deal with that. Hand-kissing seems to come with a view of women that is.. less than respectful, shall we say? It bothers me that the thoughts that arise from this one incident go like this - I just want my stovetop put in and now I'm comtemplating what I'll do if he grabs my arse (<--hyperbole in case you're wondering). This would not happen if I were not a woman, and that is.. *ungh* Just saying.

And after taking delivery of my shiny new dishwasher yesterday I got brought down to earth with a thump this morning. The recycling bins sit in the alley behind the building, and this morning I thought I'd drop ours in on the way to work. It was fine till I lifted the lid for the paper skip, and it all moved and a guy sat up and looked at me blearily.

"Just having a kip" he said. "Sorry dude" I said, feeling somewhat like you do when you walk in on someone on the toilet.

He helped me put my cardboard in and then closed the lid and I was on my way. I feel stink about having woken him up and very weird about being a homeowner with a shiny new German dishwasher that I'm rapt about while there's a guy sleeping in a skip 20m away. Wondering if it'd be a good idea to start leaving him some breakfast - I can see that being either a really good or a really bad thing. Hmm..

So yeah. Um. Welcome to city life Tats. At 41 you are still a bit naive.
Tags: diy tats strikes again, things you find in skips
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