You’ve probably got it fixed by now… but I’ll second @d_r’s recommendation of toothpicks or (headless) matches, dipped in carpenter’s wood glue (or similar white hoof/hide glue) stuck into the holes. Then leave the door closed until the glue dries.
If that tears out, repeat the process only replace the screws with something long enough to go through the trim, across the shim gap, and into the actual wall framing. Typically a three inch replacement screw will work, although a really poorly framed wall might need longer.
Most of the doors in my house have hinge screws in the 3-4" range. I have to drill pilot holes because the framing is heavy old timbers.
You, and especially your father, have every reason to be angry.
I hope that the surgery is successful, the cancer goes into remission, insurance neatly covers this, and that your father takes a directorial role in his care, looking beyond the apparent failure of mainstream ‘treat the symptom not the root’ medical practice.
First his primary care doctor, and about a month or two later on, his urologist. The primary care doctor was the one who should have been able to link all the symptoms, instead he was the doctor we had to go around to even get a visit to a cardiologist. When we first asked him for a referral he refused, this gave our insurance company grounds to make getting access to a covered cardiologist much more painful than it had to be, not that the information the cardiologist gave us (limiting down the possible causes of his high blood pressure) was ever used by either of his other doctors.
We had been trying to find a new office and primary care doctor for months before the final diagnoses, however due to our insurance company’s abysmal record, and the lack of doctor’s offices that accept it, the only offices we found that would accept our plan had massive wait lists. This country’s healthcare system is so fucked.
I decided to attack a stone wall with my face when I was young; since then, I rarely have more than one properly-working nostril at a time (but, oddly, which one works alternates on any given day). And when that nostril gets plugged, then yeah. Not a good day.
I have the wimpiest Fuck Today in a while right here:
Just got an email from the Arclight Theaters regarding October’s “Arclight Presents” series. This month’s theme: “Tales of Terror.” And the chance to see big-screen showings of some dear old favorites like American Werewolf in London, Alien, Dracula, The Omen, Rosemary’s Baby, Karloff’s Frankenstein, and my all-time favorite horror movie, Carpenter’s The Thing. Since I paid for an Arclight membership several months ago, I have two free Arclight Presents tickets credited to my account. So I zipped over to the Arclight page, selected my seats, and went to “purchase” my free tickets… only to encounter this:
So I tried again. And again. Each time noticing that the good seats were increasingly selling out. Tried a different Arclight Presents screening, this time for An American Werewolf in London. Same outcome: the website merrily takes me through every step until the final purchase, then craps out. Meanwhile all the good seats are being snapped up.
I am 100% sure that cash-paying customers are having no trouble, and only us rubes with the “free” tickets are being gently locked out, at least until the shows sell out or demand falls.
Fuck these guys. What’s the point of having these free tickets anyway if I can’t use them for the screening I want?
I’m gonna cancel that membership, and shit in the popcorn machine.
I did so, different browser, different computer, different IP address, to no avail. But I squawked at 'em, and they got right back to me. Turns out they’re having actual problems with it, and I can just buy the tickets, and anytime between now and an hour before the show I can go to the theater and exchange the tix for my free ones, get a full refund, and still have the good seats.
My relatively unused digital camera stopped working during my son’s college graduation last June. I finally had free time today to take a closer look at it, turns out to have a fault that this model (Fuji XF1) is famous for, and for which Fuji has never taken responsibility. The repair cost is as much as the camera cost new. It is now a beautiful paperweight that for a brief time took fantastic photos.
I have a closet full of film cameras, none of which ever let me down like this.
Ms Tachin has been feeling ill the last few days, she assured me she was making a doctor’s appointment for Saturday. She didn’t.
Today she got a migraine so bad she was vomiting so she finally agreed to go to the doctor, on a Sunday night which means going to the emergency room.
A couple of hours later and a couple of shots of some strong pain meds and she’s starting to feel better. Now I have a pretty bad headache and I’ll have to wake up early tomorrow to get Tachin Jr ready for school and drive him there, which means I’ll get to the office late.
At least today is over.
Edit: Autocorrect errors.
If you work in a library–I’m not a librarian but what they call a library assistant or para-professional–I think you’ll agree that the individuals who design library databases and other software have no clue what they’re doing. I think it’s only because they serve such a limited market that these companies can get away with telling most or all their customers, “We don’t give a shit what your opinion is.”
To take a recent example:
Imagine this BBS was redesigned so that you could only get to topics by going in through the main page. Imagine this completely disappeared:
All the topics are still there and the main page has been redesigned so that this is the only way to get to them:
Actually that doesn’t seem so bad, but in the case of the library database I’m dealing with they’ve removed the stable URL that listed everything we’ve purchased and replaced it with a broad search engine that says “See if you can find what you’re looking for, fuckers!”
This is from one of the truly great ballads of this century. If you haven’t heard the title track to Alice, you are in for a treat (if you like smokey, noir ballads).
And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I’m dead in my grave
Arithmetic arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier.
And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I’m dead in my grave"
–Tom Waits, Alice
The word play is soo luscious, and really speaks to me. This isn’t a Fuck Today post as much as it is a… I’m glad I got fucked :D. I felt love, she may come back, but I met my Alice. I traced her name twice, and fell through the ice.
But unlike the song, I pulled myself out of that looking glass.
