Things on fire

[azurelunatic]

The PMS guy is using his torch to fix things. I set up a chair near my door for the Little Fayoumis to sit in and watch things. Instead, he wanted to play in my room (which I hadn't set up for kid-rampaging). I had to tell him that I had not invited him in to play, I had invited him to sit in the chair there and watch.

Maybe now the blasted chiller unit will stop leaking.

It's not technically an air conditioner. It's got a water hookup to its mothership unit, and they have it running hot or cold depending on the season. It's cooling the apartment, but in doing so, it drips something nasty (and what it drips is pretty nasty too). From what I can see of the exposed guts, it looks like two squirrelcage blowers (FatherSir's technical term -- not sure if that's the industry standard name) and some mysterious guts.

It'll take a while, but it'll get fixed. Eventually.

I offered to dig up another bucket for the guy, should he need one. He didn't, but he appreciated the thought.

I know how to stay out of the way, see.

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[cawingcrow.livejournal.com]

Oooh--swamp coolers! *shudder*

That was the one thing I made absolutely sure of in my limited options as to where to live when I was in Tucson -- it had to have REAL air conditioning. Otherwise the monsoon is hell.

[azurelunatic]

This, and fans, are doing it for the moment. Actually, I don't think we've had a fan on in a while.

Then, I'm the sort of Lunatic who walks down the street in long black pants and a long-sleeved black shirt at 2:30 pm in the worst of July and August.

[juuro.livejournal.com]

Squirrelcage is the commonly used name in the industry for the transverse blower.

[azurelunatic]

Google Image Search suggests that we're talking about the same thing, then. That's good to know.

My father has a number of idiosyncratic names for things, and I did not know that the small candies that were a bright candy shell around a layer of chocolate and a peanut inside had another name besides "Things you're not supposed to get into" for quite some time.

[azurelunatic]

This, of course, was before I was reading reliably.

[juuro.livejournal.com]

You should not make me giggle when I'm in the office.

[azurelunatic]

Then I should probably not tell you about my encounter with "things you're not supposed to get into" at a surprise party once when I was small enough to not understand all of my surroundings, but old enough to be left unsupervised for a time.

I had been put near a small dish of candies, and (I reconstruct) had been told that I might have some. I discerned that the interior was chocolate and peanut, though they were inconveniently packaged in a hard outer casing. I sat down on the step between areas of the house and cracked them carefully, like eggs, and proceeded to peel off each bit of the hard outer casing, scraping them clean of their chocolate, eating the chocolate and the peanuts. I left the empty shells tidily in the (now empty) small bowl that had held the candies.

A laughing adult came upon me, saw what I was up to, and informed me that the shells were indeed edible. I was dubious.