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Category: Oddities

Who’d’a thunk it?

  • Opossum in the Attic!

    Quite some years ago, before I stapled a wad of steel wool in the hole gnawed in the corner of the garage door, the scrabble of little feet in the attic meant it was time to re-bait the mouse traps. Then, one night, we heard the scrabble of big feet in the attic…

    This is the point where the horror film audience starts chanting “Don’t open the door! Don’t open the door!“, but, to our credit, we did not don our skimpiest underwear before venturing into the attic. We didn’t encounter any zombies, either, but we did find this chap:

    Opossum in attic
    Opossum in attic

    This is about as far north as opossums get; their ears suffer frostbite over the winters and get all raggedy, hence the pink teddy bear aspect. These are not, however, cute and cuddly critters.

    The house has a full hip roof with a four-foot soffit over the patio, which must be the best place for a ‘possum to hang out:

    Opossum in attic soffit
    Opossum in attic soffit

    Some quick searches with the usual keywords suggested leaving the lights on and playing loud music, so we deployed several shoplights and a radio turned up all the way. It took two or three days, but eventually Mary spotted the critter on its way out of the garage… and now we don’t leave the garage door open any longer than needed.

    FWIW, the path from the garage to the attic requires climbing those shelves, scaling three feet of vertical plasterboard wall, then crawling through a (now securely closed) vent hatch.

  • Hot Melt Glue Burn

    I managed to slobber some fresh hot melt glue on my finger…

    Glue burn - after cooling
    Glue burn – after cooling

    It was whoop-dee-do brown carpentry glue from a gun that claims 350 °F output, so what looks like toasted flesh is actually the last remnants of the glue. The advice seems to converge around do not peel the glue (because you’ll rip the damaged skin and leave yourself with an infection) and keep the burn cool.

    After a few hours cuddling with an ice pack I figured I was probably going to live through this. The next morning the glue flaked off, leaving a mighty blister behind.

    Glue burn - blister
    Glue burn – blister

    Looks like something Piter de Vries might have enjoyed inflicting, had Frank Herbert only known about hot melt glue guns: “… there’s a sort of beauty in the pattern of pus-white blisters on naked skin, eh, Baron?”

    One should don all manner of Personal Protective Equipment before using a glue gun, but I bet you don’t, either.

  • Ampeg B-12-XY: Recapping

    Just for completeness, here’s the original underside:

    Ampeg B-12-XY - Underside - old caps
    Ampeg B-12-XY – Underside – old caps

    And with the new caps, many from Eks’ stash and a few from mine:

    Ampeg B-12-XY - Underside - new caps
    Ampeg B-12-XY – Underside – new caps

    With all those in place, the firebottles lit up properly, the power tube plates remained dark, and it sounded great. The edge-lit engraved acrylic panel in the middle is a wonderful custom mod!

    Ampeg B-12-XY Firebottles
    Ampeg B-12-XY Firebottles

    It’s in mint condition, with the original footswitch and a remote Echo speaker box with a pair of drivers:

    Ampeg B-12-XY - ready to rock
    Ampeg B-12-XY – ready to rock

    It still has those original huge electrolytics, though. Eks says the best test comes after half an hour: if the cans remain cool, the leakage and ESR will be good enough.That’s the case, so we’re rolling with them. However, the amp has some residual hum that the Hum nulling pot can’t remove, plus a bit of noise, which means those ‘lytics probably hover at the bare minimum values required to keep it going.

    I discovered (inadvertently, of course) that swapping the two identical 6D10 triple triode tubes killed the Vibrato oscillator. That triode would oscillate for a few seconds after the footswitch grounded the cathode, but one tube didn’t have enough gain to keep it going. More likely than not, the feedback resistors have increased in value, too. Swapping the 6D10s restored it to operating condition.

    My Shop Assistant compared her tiny DSP Fender amp with this monster and concluded that DSP effects only sound good when you don’t have the original for comparison. Of course, you could lose that tiddly amp inside the Ampeg’s speaker case.

    I should’a learned to play the guitar…

  • Ampeg B-12-XY: Tin Whiskers!

    After Eks set me straight on cleaning the contacts involved with the Ampeg’s Echo circuitry, we emerged from his shop into brilliant sunshine. He looked into the thing and shouted “Tin whiskers!”

    It turns out the Hammond folks made the outer frame from tin- (or, shudder, cadmium-) plated steel that has grown a dense crop of whiskers on its interior surface. They glittered in the sunlight like a carpet of crushed glass, with the longest ones maybe 3 mm tall!

    This view looks nearly parallel to the side of the channel (upward as it mounts on the speaker box), with the steel wall to the bottom of the image. I applied gruesome contrast stretching to make the whiskers more visible:

    Ampeg Spring Echo Unit - Tin Whiskers
    Ampeg Spring Echo Unit – Tin Whiskers

    This is the first time I’d ever seen a tin whisker in person and there’s a bazillion of ’em in there!

    If that Ampeg had transistorized components, it’d be dead as a doornail! Fortunately, a tin whisker doesn’t stand a chance in an analog vacuum-tube circuit. The power supply puts 400-ish V into 40 μF caps, providing plenty of energy to vaporize the errant whisker; all you’d hear is a pop.

  • Dockers Sock Sizing

    We picked up two packs of Dockers socks a while ago and after running them through the washer, I found this interesting situation:

    Dockers sock size variation
    Dockers sock size variation

    The gray sock in the middle shows that I should buy socks somewhat more often,  but the socks on either side came from two packs with identical labels. Well, identical except for one tiny detail (clicky for more dots):

    Dockers sock labels - front
    Dockers sock labels – front

    I don’t know which sock came from which pack, but I admit to a suspicion. They’re stretchy and both “sizes” fit about the same, so maybe it doesn’t matter.

    [Update: It does matter. Those small socks became really snug after a few months.]

    Oh, in case you were wondering, the pre-printed package reads “3 Pair $12” under that “3 Pair” sticker, with the price obliterated by hand with a marker. The current price is $14, conveyed by another sticker on the back atop the pre-printed price on the UPC barcode sticker. I don’t know if the store raised the price just in time for the sale, but I admit to a suspicion about that, too.

  • Cellular Slug

    Perhaps taking a cue from the Cellular Toad, a slug took up residence in one of Mary’s transplant trays:

    Cellular slug
    Cellular slug

    Unlike the toad, this one didn’t live to tell the tale…

  • Parking Advice: Avoid Drive-Through Spaces

    After driving for five hours I’m never at my best, so I parked with atypical abandon at the motel: on the downhill side of a pull-though parking space. Usually I park off to one side of the lot, directly under a lamp that lights the car and shadows the interior, with the hatch backed against the pole. I claim the stupid excuse.

    The next morning we hiked out for breakfast and returned to find emergency vehicles scattered all over the motel’s lot. Even from a distance, we knew this might not have a good outcome for us: that’s our van going nose-to-nose with the EMS Medic’s SUV:

    EMS Medic parking - overview
    EMS Medic parking – overview

    Up close, the situation turned out to be much much much better than I expected:

    EMS Medic parking - bumper detail
    EMS Medic parking – bumper detail

    The siren was just kissing the front bumper of our van. I think the SUV rolled forward an inch when they released the brakes after slapping the tranny into Park and bailing out.

    For what it’s worth, those fancy pusher bars on the front must be strictly for looks, because the siren & its control box really do stick out far beyond the bars. At the first serious contact they’ll crush back into the grille and do about a kilobuck worth of damage to the front end.

    I think the driver wasn’t fully aware of how much snout that SUV has. It looks to be shiny-new, so perhaps this was the first close quarters parking experience:

    EMS Medic parking - position detail
    EMS Medic parking – position detail

    I left a polite note on the driver’s side window pointing out that another two inches would mean we’d be filling out paperwork until noon.

    They were gone by the time we left. The siren snagged the corner of the license plate and bent it out as they departed, but that’s not the first bend in that particular bit of sheet metal.

    If any of you have a friend on the York PA Medic / EMS staff, give ’em a friendly heads-up for me, OK?

    Memo to Self: Always park off to the side, dammit!