Dare we ask?

I will...
What are "pink flashlights?'
And why are they always stored next to the Skyhooks?
Jeff

i'd bet they're parked right between the metric crescent wrench and the left handed hammer.

Pink Flaslights; Vibrators man Vibrators...Maybe its only a term our company uses..me and avgenius1 work together...The term came from one of customers when we alerted her she left it out in the open, she tried to claim it was a flashlight...we LOL along time over that one..So the term just stuck when ever one pops up somewhere you don't expect it we always tell all the guys " man this lady had like 3 pink flashlights" they were everywhere...


THXRick

Gotcha. I live a bit of a sheltered life...
Jeff

Anybodys clients ever referred to it as a "big black flashlight" , you know, like a Mag Lite?

Not here freddy but I have run across the 'fist of addonis' in a few homes. Once had a lady give me a porn on dvd to test the system, didnt see that coming.

" didnt see that coming."

That was too great to pass up without making an inuendo.

total nerd dweeb confessing:

I once set up the video for a client, and was pointing out to him how the brightness was basically to be set (on the cable station) so you could see the grain in the walnut paneling in the background, but there was still solid black in the picture...I looked at him and saw an amazed look on his face...I was on a porn channel and had been so intent on looking in the background to adjust the video balance that I had not noticed the program itself....

Its okay Ernie, you are in good company. Just say 30 "DVI-HDCP's" and all is forgiven.

THis thread has gotten a bit off topic but what the hell, its still amusing.

Once worked with a guy that had "nervous bowel syndrome", this was not diagnosed by a doctor. He determined it himself. What he meant by this was if he got really, really stressed he would crap his pants. Psycho no? So anyway, we are doing a security install and he is in the crawl space. It was a tight area and my fat ass wasnt going to fit, so off he goes. Well we are moving along rather well and he calls on the radio, in a panic, that he needs help. I ask whats up and he tells me that he is stuck. I tell him to STAY CALM! I can tell he is getting edgy but I cant get to him to help. Next call on the radio I can tell he is in full on panic mode and its not going to be good. He says that I can get to him and all he needs is for me to pull on his legs to get him free. Okay fine, I stick my head in the crawl and this overwhelming funk slaps my nose. He has dropped everything he has had to eat for the last three days right in his pants. I told him he was on his own. No way am I grabbing his poo shoes and helping him out. There isnt that much money in the world. Well, his accident has given him some "manuverability" so to speak and he gets free. We didnt finish the job that day and I couldnt come up with any kind of reason to tell the customer why we had to leave now. I just told her the truth, what else could I say? I am not positive but I think she hired another company to finish up the system. I dont blame her. Pants load was fired a few day later.

Oh, ga-ross!

Well, this might not be very funny, but I figured I ought to do my best to get this thread back on-topic after that last post.

I recently won a new client by patching up the shoddy work done at his home by a couple other local installers. Having already proven my abilities by thoroughly overhauling and upgrading the client's front-projection family room system (and while there completing the installation of a new network), I was asked to clean up another mess left by a previous installer.

Following a renovation during which the new family room was built (along with the FP system I'd overhauled), a ceiling-mounted projector had been removed from what had been the original family room but which was now more of a parlor. The installer who took down the projector had left behind the projector bracket and a surface-mounted 1900 outlet box with live electrical service. I'm surprised that my client lived with this blight for as long as he did, and valiantly agreed to fix it up.

Taking the bracket down was easy, of course. And I decided that the best thing to do with the 1900 box was to cut a round old-work box into the paneled ceiling, simultaneously covering the abandoned cabling holes and properly capping off the electical feed (which continued on to who-knows-where).

So, long story short(er):

Ceiling height: 10 feet
Ceiling material: 3/4" wainscotting, backed up with 3/4" plywood and two-by blocking (for projector support).
The cutting instrument: 4" hole saw
The motive device: (the notorious) Milwaukee Hole Hawg
The mistake (apart from using Hole Hawg with big hole saw): getting face too close to drill handle.
The result: nice bruise on cheekbone and bridge of nose (to which "safety" glasses had transmitted lateral force of impact).
The good news: I managed not get knocked off ladder. (Now that would have really been "funny!")

One question: what is a "1900 box"? Is that the year?

Larry

>The good news: I managed not get knocked off ladder.
>(Now that would have really been "funny!")

I was hanging lights once when I was working with a redneck band... I got to this one light I had never used before, and didn't know what kind of shape it was in... I joked with the guys that if this light had bad wiring, I was dead meat, since I was reaching my arms through triangle truss to plug it in...

Did I mention that I was on top of a 7' ladder...


So, as I reached through teh truss and plugged in the light.......


zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp...

Once the breaker finally tripped, I ended up on my feet on the stage, staggering around in a daze... As I stumbled past the bar where a bunch of drunks were sitting, they all held up napkins with numbers written on them- 6.9 ... 6.8 .... 6.9 .... 7.0....

I was wondering wtf...


They judged my stage dive and subsequent landing. They didn't all give me a 7.0 because my hair didn't stick up and I didn't raise my arms like a gymnast.. LOL

That's just too funny! ROFLMAO!