DC, Dryer, and Dexter....
Jul. 2nd, 2013 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogThe first: converting our household power into a power supply for Iggy the Smart car.
Eleanor spent most of the day dealing with it; I had a long-scheduled (but ultimately settled) court appearance today, but wound up building three other Rochester appointments in its place, so I missed almost all of the barking and other aggravations du jour.
They upgraded our circuit breaker panel, removed several useless circuits for things we've never used (such as a bar refrigerator and a downstairs electric heater we've never used in close to 20 years), installed most of the new code-required smoke-CO detectors, and temporarily relocated our AC compressor. But. The latter still needs to be placed back on a code-required acceptable pad, and either it or our electric meter and shutoff needs to move before the town will approve it. Meanwhile, the new outlet for Iggy didn't get installed, and won't for a week, although the new service enabled some temporary measures that will keep him charged and happy until they come back a week from tomorrow.
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One other thing they advised was that we remove the jerry-rigged ductwork for our gas dryer, which has been in the cellar for over a decade (the contractor refused to connect it for liability reasons), but which has accumulated so much lint over that time to be deemed unsafe. We've gotten advice on a home repair for it, but will likely get HVAC contractor advice about it while they're scoping out the AC compressor move.
To be on the safe side, Eleanor took her afternoon's load of wash over to a laundromat to dry the stuff. The closest one to our home was the one I'd used way back in law school, and was also the site of the 2006 October Storm death of my then-laptop. She managed to post from it just fine, which led me to come over (seeing how the liquor store was right next to it, yo;) and see with mine own eyes what she'd noticed with hers:
She doesn't watch the show, but she knows my obsession with it, and thus inspired this comment to that photo:
With all the unwanted attention Dex is getting from Charlotte Rampling, he's apparently modified the Code to now shrink all his bad guy victims to death.
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As for a mostly-nonspoilery reaction to the final season premiere, I'll just repeat my observations from the Morning After:
Last night's premiere reminded me that the original Jeff Lindsey novel was called "Darkly Dreaming Dexter." This final season has shoved the brightness bar to the dark end of the slider. Even the outdoor scenes seem dark, Laguerta is memorialized with a colorless bench, and everybody just seems mean and miserable. Yet I'm in, of course- gotta see where this-all goes.
To which, on reflection, I'll add:
Dexter Goes Deep End might be the novel title if Lindsey was still controlling the arc. I don't like seeing him That Angry That Often.... especially not at Harrison. I worry that he's essentially creating a predestined clone of himself through the anger that he's directing at the world around them.
Still. The potential for powerful interactions with Vogel, and other Miami Metro peeps, is frightening. The conventional wisdom is that Dex is going to wind up either dead or its life-without-parole equivalent by the time these twelve eps play out. Unless they resort to a cheap ending a la Tony Soprano (which Executive Producer Michael C. Hall would likely veto), or come up with something even weirder (like Dex becoming the Twelfth Doctor by the time those arcs intersect in November), I think I prefer Dex Is Dead to Dex Is On Death Row. But I'll still be in for the duration, even if it's completely devoid of parole opps.
Eleanor spent most of the day dealing with it; I had a long-scheduled (but ultimately settled) court appearance today, but wound up building three other Rochester appointments in its place, so I missed almost all of the barking and other aggravations du jour.
They upgraded our circuit breaker panel, removed several useless circuits for things we've never used (such as a bar refrigerator and a downstairs electric heater we've never used in close to 20 years), installed most of the new code-required smoke-CO detectors, and temporarily relocated our AC compressor. But. The latter still needs to be placed back on a code-required acceptable pad, and either it or our electric meter and shutoff needs to move before the town will approve it. Meanwhile, the new outlet for Iggy didn't get installed, and won't for a week, although the new service enabled some temporary measures that will keep him charged and happy until they come back a week from tomorrow.
----
One other thing they advised was that we remove the jerry-rigged ductwork for our gas dryer, which has been in the cellar for over a decade (the contractor refused to connect it for liability reasons), but which has accumulated so much lint over that time to be deemed unsafe. We've gotten advice on a home repair for it, but will likely get HVAC contractor advice about it while they're scoping out the AC compressor move.
To be on the safe side, Eleanor took her afternoon's load of wash over to a laundromat to dry the stuff. The closest one to our home was the one I'd used way back in law school, and was also the site of the 2006 October Storm death of my then-laptop. She managed to post from it just fine, which led me to come over (seeing how the liquor store was right next to it, yo;) and see with mine own eyes what she'd noticed with hers:
She doesn't watch the show, but she knows my obsession with it, and thus inspired this comment to that photo:
With all the unwanted attention Dex is getting from Charlotte Rampling, he's apparently modified the Code to now shrink all his bad guy victims to death.
----
As for a mostly-nonspoilery reaction to the final season premiere, I'll just repeat my observations from the Morning After:
Last night's premiere reminded me that the original Jeff Lindsey novel was called "Darkly Dreaming Dexter." This final season has shoved the brightness bar to the dark end of the slider. Even the outdoor scenes seem dark, Laguerta is memorialized with a colorless bench, and everybody just seems mean and miserable. Yet I'm in, of course- gotta see where this-all goes.
To which, on reflection, I'll add:
Dexter Goes Deep End might be the novel title if Lindsey was still controlling the arc. I don't like seeing him That Angry That Often.... especially not at Harrison. I worry that he's essentially creating a predestined clone of himself through the anger that he's directing at the world around them.
Still. The potential for powerful interactions with Vogel, and other Miami Metro peeps, is frightening. The conventional wisdom is that Dex is going to wind up either dead or its life-without-parole equivalent by the time these twelve eps play out. Unless they resort to a cheap ending a la Tony Soprano (which Executive Producer Michael C. Hall would likely veto), or come up with something even weirder (like Dex becoming the Twelfth Doctor by the time those arcs intersect in November), I think I prefer Dex Is Dead to Dex Is On Death Row. But I'll still be in for the duration, even if it's completely devoid of parole opps.