New MB, case, and power supply, since the manufacturer of the old one no longer supported it, or even made replacement parts.
I’ll be back in the swing of things after I make sure everything is hunky-dory.
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Here’s the space that needed to be filled:
My first step was to install the loose base, and ensure that it was level – which turned out to be a bit tricky, as there was a large hump under the tile on the right side. Without a level base, the entire project would not have been square, true, and plumb.
Next step – place the main case. In this instance, I was only one person wrangling a box that was 90″ wide, 28″ deep, and 48″ tall. I had picked up a couple of mover’s dollys from Harbor Freight (they were on sale for $9.99, all wood, with padding on the ends and heavy-duty casters) and they turned out to be the tool of choice here. I was able to maneuver and place the box single-handedly. I also needed to cut in the electrical and cable outlets, moving them to inside the box for access. This view shows the side trim also installed, which made the whole thing look like it grew there.
At this point, I have cut and fit the wood top to finish the top.
Here’s another view, with more of the wood top showing:
In retrospect, I’m thinking I should have made the center taller and deeper than the end sections; it would have required more wood, but it would have made the install go easier, the outlets would have been easier to place, and the wood top probably wouldn’t have been such a bear to fit. I’ll keep that in mind for the next one.
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GuyK was at the top of the list when I checked in this morning, with a bit on National Health Care. Take some time on his site, see if you can find the gem about what he has against Hillary…
Scotwise has Friday’s funnies up already – thanks for the head start!
Bushwack let his true feelings for Ron Paul slip…
Third Wave Dave updates us on Andrea Shea King’s latest doings, and the Voice of Liberty Podcast Network.
John posted about Mitt Romney last Wednesday on Fire of Liberty – everything OK there, John?
Greybeard makes some good points about freedoms afforded to those not used to them in his review of “MIG Pilot Escape” over on Pitchpull.
Stuart on Seaspook points out that not condemning something as “an archaic, violent, intolerant philosophy of domination and hatred” is as bad as then praising it, no matter how faintly.
Fred is celebrating Fat Tuesday in the Town That Should Be Moved on TexasFred’s.
Gunz has a new look at his place, Long Live The Republic.
Phishing isn’t the only threat nowadays – pharming by taking control of your router has started to rear it’s ugly head, as documented on Fraud, Phishing, and Finacial Misdeeds.
Mike’s comic genius is matched only by his ability to actually get it in writing on Reality is Overrated. (please note that he carries a “Fully Adult” rating) I dare you to scroll down to his stairway story and NOT laugh ’til you cry…
Good Ole Doug re-examines the outlook for a Red November on Political Pistachio.
Kasee highlights this week’s Wednesday Hero on Supporting the Troops.
Paul shares some lost poetry on prying1.
Cube shares her love of clowns on the BLOG.
JustJohn shares his thoughts on joining the Corps at Write on the Right.
Please be sure to stop by at the Loon, Jenn’s place, Gawfer, and the rest of the fine folks on my blogrolls.
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What I failed to do, during the trip, was keep the camera handy on the plane, so I didn’t get any shots through the windows. Sorry ’bout that.
During the leg from Phoenix to Denver, I had a middle seat so the Sudoku kept my attention. On the leg from Denver to Tampa, however, the view out the window kept pulling me away from the puzzles. I used to live in the Denver area, and I was happy to see it come into view, and very sorry to see it go.
Once in the air towards Tampa, I noticed some of the crop fields that were in circles (radial irrigation, with a fixed point and sprinklers on pipes that travel in a circle to water the crops) were planted in sections; this caused a bit of curiosity in the farmer part of me – were these different crops? Same crop in different stages? I noticed this first over the Colorado/Kansas line, but it continued for some time.
Just before we crossed into Kansas, I happened to glance out and down in time to see a westbound airplane below us. We weren’t at the correct angle to catch the name of the airline, but it was close enough to make out the window shapes. I had just read an article in Popular Science that the navigation rules allowed for separation of just 1000 feet, in place of the older 2000 foot rule.
In case you are wondering how I knew where the flight was, Frontier Airlines has DirecTV available in the seat-back sets. Being the miserly sort I didn’t buy any channels, so my set was stuck on the advertising that rotated with a mapquest view of heading, altitude, and speed. (PHX – DEN 500 – 505 mph @ 30K feet; DEN – TPA 525 – 605 mph @ 37K to 40K feet) They also serve Coke products and Sun Chips, so I was in heaven. (wait – don’t tell my wife I drank Coke on the flight. I’m supposed to be sticking to water)
I forget, living in the arid southwest, that the midwest and southern states are very damp. There are meandering rivers with the attendant ox-bow lakes, silver dollars of ponds and short strips of man-made lakes everywhere you look from above.
As much driving all over the country as I have done, I still marvel at the land; it’s folds and wrinkles, flat land and mountains, the way the water has left it’s signature on the formation of this land mass. Seeing it from the air increases my sense of God in all things – even as I am praying that this hollow tube of aluminum continue to defy the law of gravity.
The mighty Mississippi – a whole lot of water in no particular hurry to join the Gulf of Mexico. Alongside, more ox-bows, and evidence of very old ox-bows, left behind, eventually filling into a marsh, then solid ground, and now being tilled and worked by farmers. A high bank on one side, and a shallow rise on the other of a crescent field in the middle of the checkerboard that is found everywhere farms are staked by fences.
Crossing into Alabama, I catch sight of something new – below us, there are several large fires, almost like entire fields on fire, the long trails of thick white smoke pointing to the east explaining our air speed of over 600 mph – with a tailwind, we are making good time. Again, my curiosity is aroused – what’s burning? Is it fallow field, being cleared of unwanted growth? Random lightening strikes? (that can’t be it – it’s a clear day, with high clouds – actually, the clouds are below us) I spotted these fires even in southwest Georgia and the panhandle of Florida.
The flight crews on Frontier are friendly and seem to enjoy their job. They don’t have the polished banter and patter of Southwest, but they do keep things light and enjoyable.
Next time: A photographic journey of the drive from Tampa to Phoenix. Be warned – I only stop for gas, and this is mostly flat land!
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Monday, January 14, 2008:
The Flight from Phoenix to Denver was my favorite kind – uneventful. There was turbulence on the climb, and again on the descent. I think I know why they call a paperless voucher and “e-ticket.”
Unfortunately, my cousin in Denver was unable to come out to visit with me at the airport. Prayers and well-wishes for Bev would be welcome and appreciated.
Denver International is a very nice airport – at least concourse A is. I didn’t wander about too much. Without needing to leave to meet my cousin, I wanted to avoid a second security check if possible.
Osama Bin Laden is probably chuckling up a storm over what he has managed to incur on the traveling public. Very clever.
I know that I jotted lots of notes for this trip. I just can’t remember where they are. Really, I had some insightful comments to make, and droll observations.
Huh. I wonder what happened to them.
Anyway – left Tampa Tuesday afternoon, about 1500 hours, and drove for a while. I’m not as young as I used to be, so I ended up roosting in Tallahassee in a Motel 6 at about 1830 hours. Next morning (Wednesday), I was on the road at 0730, in a rain that lasted until I was well into Texas on I-20. Yes, that was over 800 miles of driving in the rain. I honestly can’t think of anything more frustrating, nerve-wracking, and stressful than driving in the rain. With snow and ice, the idiots slide off the road and you don’t have to deal with them. With rain, everyone thinks they can drive in the rain. Never mind that they haven’t changed their wipers in ages, and can’t see more than twenty feet in front of them – they will tell you they are the safest drivers out there.
I arrived at GG’s house Wednesday evening about 1930 hours – a bit later than planned, but still early enough to have a nice dinner with her. After a restful night’s sleep, and a delicious home-cooked breakfast, I was again on the road by 0730. I took a break about the Midland-Odessa area, filled up and ate a quick bite while talking to TMBWitW on the phone. Then I was back and cracking – I hit Phoenix about 2200 hours, and put my head on my own pillow by 2230.
In Tampa, I had rented a mid-size car. They offered me a Toyota Prius for an additional $10.99 a day, and I jumped at the offer. The savings in fuel alone would more than offset the daily charge, I figured – and I was right. Over the 2,340 miles I drove from Monday evening to Thursday night, I averaged 42.8 miles per gallon. Oddly enough, I would get better mileage in the cities, where traffic was stop-and-go, than on the open road, but I figured that was because on the open road I was using the little gas engine more than the electric motor. Once I set the cruise control on the Prius, it would stick that speed up hill and down dale. I took advantage of drafting traffic – the bigger the draft, the further back I would be able to reap the benefit – and posted some odd numbers at times. One time, for about 15 minutes, drafting a big rig that I was v e r r r r y slowly catching up to, I was getting about 75-80 mpg at 80 miles per hour. This was in west Texas, on I-10, where the speed limit is 80.
During the drive back, I chatted here and there with some blogfriends, and promised Jenn that I would call in on Thursday evening and talk with her during her Jenn’s Jungle BlogTalkRadio show. Naturally, come time to call in, I was on the one stretch of Interstate Highway that has no cell service whatsoever – I-10, between El Paso and Tucson. Well, except for a blip near Savoy, that I used to call and leave a message for TMBWitW so she wouldn’t worry about me. I did, however, manage to call in to Political Pistachio Thursday evening, and participated in that chat for a while.
When I find my other notes, I will post more about this trip. I’ll also put up more pictures, although most of the pictures are shot through the windshield at speed and are of random points on the freeways, along with the obligatory stateline crossings.
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