This thread has been a fantastic read and good therapy too. It has kept me from running my test kit dry waiting for my cycling tanks to finish.
The Hillbilly Homebrew Hour
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Well, maybe I lied just a little. This is certainly going to take more than an hour, it may best be described as a series. Welcome to this weeks episode.
To set things up, I have been without a tank for almost twenty years. College, raising three children, a couple of residence changes, and a change in career helped keep me busy. But in the last two years, I have acquired and set up two tanks. One, a 29g at home. And two, a 55g in my office. Both are/were planted. The 55 still stands in my office, but I put the 29 up for adoption. That brings us to the real subject of this thread.
You see Martha(who has some strange affinity for me) agreed, in what she certainly looks back on as a temporary lapse of sanity, to allow a larger tank in the house. "You can have it if it will fit right there", she said. I dwelled on the possibilities for a few days, and decided that "Ol Monday" and I could transform our allotted space into 125g of pure paradise.
Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to Ol Monday.
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We used to have an intimate relationship, but not so much anymore. I divorced her for a pencil shortly after college. We still have a friendly relationship, and she agrees to help with demolition and a small amount of construction.
In what I thought was an impressive strategical move, I begin while Martha was away at a baby shower. I'll have this roughed out and she will be able to better understand the big scheme of things much better when she returns. Well, we had a few delays during this phase, my pencil boy biceps not being the least.
I get the paneling down.
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And I put Ol Monday to work on this barrier between us and the glory of 125g of pure paradise. Martha walks in to find this.
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And with a notable quiver in her voice exclaims, "Oh my God, what have you done to my house?"
To set things up, I have been without a tank for almost twenty years. College, raising three children, a couple of residence changes, and a change in career helped keep me busy. But in the last two years, I have acquired and set up two tanks. One, a 29g at home. And two, a 55g in my office. Both are/were planted. The 55 still stands in my office, but I put the 29 up for adoption. That brings us to the real subject of this thread.
You see Martha(who has some strange affinity for me) agreed, in what she certainly looks back on as a temporary lapse of sanity, to allow a larger tank in the house. "You can have it if it will fit right there", she said. I dwelled on the possibilities for a few days, and decided that "Ol Monday" and I could transform our allotted space into 125g of pure paradise.
Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to Ol Monday.
We used to have an intimate relationship, but not so much anymore. I divorced her for a pencil shortly after college. We still have a friendly relationship, and she agrees to help with demolition and a small amount of construction.
In what I thought was an impressive strategical move, I begin while Martha was away at a baby shower. I'll have this roughed out and she will be able to better understand the big scheme of things much better when she returns. Well, we had a few delays during this phase, my pencil boy biceps not being the least.
I get the paneling down.
And I put Ol Monday to work on this barrier between us and the glory of 125g of pure paradise. Martha walks in to find this.
And with a notable quiver in her voice exclaims, "Oh my God, what have you done to my house?"
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OOps, sorry about that.
Can you tell I live in a totally dif part
of the country? Naaaaahhh
Can you tell I live in a totally dif part
of the country? Naaaaahhh
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