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Hardware Corner Review: Everhard 100mm x 3m Black EasyDRAIN Prejoined Polymer Channel and Grate
Hi folks, and welcome to another Hardware Corner Review. Today we’ll be taking the Everhard 100mm x 3m Black EasyDRAIN Prejoined Polymer Channel and Grate through its paces. It’s often said that people go through life pretending to know what they are doing, but that is not true within a hardware store, where there are Real Men who Know Things, and those who stumble from emasculation to emasculation. The EasyDRAIN channel is available from Bunnings retailers for $53.90
Construction
The EasyDRAIN channel is composed of 3x1m sections with an allegedly removeable grate on top. The grate is sealed inside the channel by an ancient shithead curse. I applied so much force removing it that when it finally came undone it nearly flew over the fence into my neighbour Dennis’s yard. I can’t talk to Dennis without suffering mild to moderate anxiety since the day he bought a motorbike (the large loud kind). He is very happy and mostly beyond my comprehension. The EasyDRAIN channel comes in three colours: black, black with white grating, and terracotta.
Ease of Use
When I visited my grandfather in hospital, I told him the following joke:
A patient says to his doctor “doc, I feel terrible. Everything hurts and I don’t know why.”
The doctor takes one look at him and says “well, first of all, you have to stop masturbating”.
The patient replies, “why?”
“Because I’m trying to examine you.”
He liked this joke a lot. I didn’t want to convince myself that he was on his deathbed. He was a man who towed the materials to build a shed three thousand kilometers down the Australian coastline to his new plot of land, built the shed, and lived in the shed with his wife and four children while he built his house.
I cried when he died and I cried assembling the Everhard 100mm x 3m Black EasyDRAIN Prejoined Polymer Channel and Grate.
Quality of Instructions
The EasyDRAIN system comes with a link to Everhard’s online help system. To log on, first you must answer the question “What’s worse: that you inherited your fatalism from your mother and father, or that you developed it independently?” Unfortunately I was not able to progress past this step in the review period.
Modular Extras
When hardware is “modular” it is sort of like when a game has DLC, except if you don’t buy the right modules your house will collapse.
An essential extra is the Everhard EasyDRAIN 100mm End Cap, without which your drain will become inundated with concrete and you will need to rush back to the store where a 90 year old ex-carpenter will suck air through his teeth and tell you “of course you’re gonna need one of those”. It does not attach securely to the drainage channel, but is largely blameless in the process.
To secure the end cap in place you will need an Everhard EasyDRAIN 100mm Black Polymer Converter. Its role is to vaguely hold things together until immersed in concrete at which point it will fall apart and be concreted into place, becoming yet another thing in your life you cannot take back.
Join me next week when I recap all of the products my stepdad describes as “probably too powerful” for me. Until then, Happy Hardwaring!
Cassini Spacecraft: Top Discoveries
Our Cassini spacecraft has been exploring Saturn, its stunning rings and its strange and beautiful moons for more than a decade.
Having expended almost every bit of the rocket propellant it carried to Saturn, operators are deliberately plunging Cassini into the planet to ensure Saturn’s moons will remain pristine for future exploration – in particular, the ice-covered, ocean-bearing moon Enceladus, but also Titan, with its intriguing pre-biotic chemistry.
Let’s take a look back at some of Cassini’s top discoveries:
Titan
Under its shroud of haze, Saturn’s planet-sized moon Titan hides dunes, mountains of water ice and rivers and seas of liquid methane. Of the hundreds of moons in our solar system, Titan is the only one with a dense atmosphere and large liquid reservoirs on its surface, making it in some ways more like a terrestrial planet.
Both Earth and Titan have nitrogen-dominated atmospheres – over 95% nitrogen in Titan’s case. However, unlike Earth, Titan has very little oxygen; the rest of the atmosphere is mostly methane and traced amounts of other gases, including ethane.
There are three large seas, all located close to the moon’s north pole, surrounded by numerous smaller lakes in the northern hemisphere. Just one large lake has been found in the southern hemisphere.
Enceladus
The moon Enceladus conceals a global ocean of salty liquid water beneath its icy surface. Some of that water even shoots out into space, creating an immense plume!
For decades, scientists didn’t know why Enceladus was the brightest world in the solar system, or how it related to Saturn’s E ring. Cassini found that both the fresh coating on its surface, and icy material in the E ring originate from vents connected to a global subsurface saltwater ocean that might host hydrothermal vents.
With its global ocean, unique chemistry and internal heat, Enceladus has become a promising lead in our search for worlds where life could exist.
Iapetus
Saturn’s two-toned moon Iapetus gets its odd coloring from reddish dust in its orbital path that is swept up and lands on the leading face of the moon.
The most unique, and perhaps most remarkable feature discovered on Iapetus in Cassini images is a topographic ridge that coincides almost exactly with the geographic equator. The physical origin of the ridge has yet to be explained…
It is not yet year whether the ridge is a mountain belt that has folded upward, or an extensional crack in the surface through which material from inside Iapetus erupted onto the surface and accumulated locally.
Saturn’s Rings
Saturn’s rings are made of countless particles of ice and dust, which Saturn’s moons push and tug, creating gaps and waves.
Scientists have never before studied the size, temperature, composition and distribution of Saturn’s rings from Saturn obit. Cassini has captured extraordinary ring-moon interactions, observed the lowest ring-temperature ever recorded at Saturn, discovered that the moon Enceladus is the source for Saturn’s E ring, and viewed the rings at equinox when sunlight strikes the rings edge-on, revealing never-before-seen ring features and details.
Cassini also studied features in Saturn’s rings called “spokes,” which can be longer than the diameter of Earth. Scientists think they’re made of thin icy particles that are lifted by an electrostatic charge and only last a few hours.
Auroras
The powerful magnetic field that permeates Saturn is strange because it lines up with the planet’s poles. But just like Earth’s field, it all creates shimmering auroras.
Auroras on Saturn occur in a process similar to Earth’s northern and southern lights. Particles from the solar wind are channeled by Saturn’s magnetic field toward the planet’s poles, where they interact with electrically charged gas (plasma) in the upper atmosphere and emit light.
Turbulent Atmosphere
Saturn’s turbulent atmosphere churns with immense storms and a striking, six-sided jet stream near its north pole.
Saturn’s north and south poles are also each beautifully (and violently) decorated by a colossal swirling storm. Cassini got an up-close look at the north polar storm and scientists found that the storm’s eye was about 50 times wider than an Earth hurricane’s eye.
Unlike the Earth hurricanes that are driven by warm ocean waters, Saturn’s polar vortexes aren’t actually hurricanes. They’re hurricane-like though, and even contain lightning. Cassini’s instruments have ‘heard’ lightning ever since entering Saturn orbit in 2004, in the form of radio waves. But it wasn’t until 2009 that Cassini’s cameras captured images of Saturnian lighting for the first time.
Cassini scientists assembled a short video of it, the first video of lightning discharging on a planet other than Earth.
Cassini’s adventure will end soon because it’s almost out of fuel. So to avoid possibly ever contaminating moons like Enceladus or Titan, on Sept. 15 it will intentionally dive into Saturn’s atmosphere.
The spacecraft is expected to lose radio contact with Earth within about one to two minutes after beginning its decent into Saturn’s upper atmosphere. But on the way down, before contact is lost, eight of Cassini’s 12 science instruments will be operating! More details on the spacecraft’s final decent can be found HERE.
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Poem #6 - The War
The War
I was done with courses and hung in the chasm, approaching being grown. Somewhere different, land was turning into terrain and drawing operations into its hearts. News from there began to have the sound of stones rebounding off of a wall. They were reaching out to the young. There were three qualifications: Poor, Stupid, Unlucky. Any two would draw you into the theater. Training was brief and consisted of pretending to be shot into madness just before you were actually shot into madness.
We landed near the woods where it was going on and on. When we got there, I saw a man in the airfield with leaves swirling around him in a continuous eddy. The man was crying. Then I saw that they weren’t leaves but letters, presumably ones written to or from the dead. The sky was full of machines and possible omens: a cloud dissolving, a bird rising and falling. Later, a star that looked like it was moving towards us. Nobody slept that night. We were roused from terrors by a bell ringing underneath us. We went into the price.
The first phase consisted small shocks, but it was the worst thing in life. Derailed moments. Flesh is plastic when it is struck by metals. Blood was evidence: “There is this.” Souls rose upward into nothing. Avoid slipping into that exodus. Hold on to your systems. Obituaries were just notes of selection: That one, that one, that one, in droves of one hundred. Steam came out of the soil and traveled into bodies that had been opened by the big surprise.
A month went by. White flames licked through the clearings. Superstitions replaced both faith and thought: 1. You know you have scored a kill if the shot sounds like a voice. 2. Skulls always shatter into even quarters. 3. Killed men always land on their left shoulder. 4. Men with fiancées die of dysentery, men who want more water than others will end up eye to eye with the enemy. And so on.
I fired and chopped and crawled into the places that I had softened. My will and conscience were split from each other by a huge heaving saw so that I could do anything. It was all just a car driving into a lake and sinking. I targeted eyes, planted bombs in groves. I started to wake up from sleep with my hands clenched and my tongue jutting out between the tips of my front teeth.
There was a man named Porter who had been there since the beginning. I asked him about what he had seen: “I’ve seen a deer that had been blinded by phosphorous. A dog dragging a chain into the water. Children betraying each other with notes written on leaves. Really, the deer was enough.” Who benefits- “The rich.” How we can do this at all- “Because we can be trained to squeeze the trigger instead of jerking it. We can trained to be dead by the dead.”
A year went by. At one point we were stepping between bodies and we stopped stepping between them and gave in to letting our feet fall on the heavy, soft husks. We gave in to pushing last air out of spent lungs. I learned to assemble my weapon in pitch black darkness. It began to jump forward instead of recoil, Like it wanted to help. Corpses will occasionally sit upright and draw a single quick breath, then fall back into clay.
Living was possible if you shut enough life out. This need to deaden the self in order to survive. Burning oil spreading on the floor of a nursery. Horror is foundational. Not a burden but the executor of human life’s real legacy - a deliverer. In one night watch, the sky went pitch, then ink, then not – black - but - nothing.
The second year came. Killing to simplify. After bullets, stalk knife entry. Wrestle into a long curse; push further into the woods. War is only ever waged against ambiguity. The sunsets had a pearlite warmth that drugged your hands. You relaxed and the canteens clanged like irons. It’s the soft chains that bind the strongest. It was easy to be shot at that hour.
Once we were on patrol in the rain. A radioman near me had the dread look. He wasn’t sure of the source of the transmissions any more, thought some of them were coming from inside his own body. Sure enough, bits of words you could make out, crackling out of the receiver static, sounded like his own voice. Later, he was hit in the neck and began to fall. The radio dropped and he followed it to the earth. I watched but didn’t know which one of us was which. I saw a man drop a radio and follow it and I saw a man in the rain watching me drop a radio and fall, my neck run through, stripped of air and talk. Two dead men were in the rain, one standing, one falling.
In the last three weeks I saw a hut burning in the mists. Inside, between columns of flame, a woman tended a smaller fire in which she burned photographs with kerosene. Porter was there. I asked him what happens to the ones who are losing. “They lose more,” he said.
On the twenty-third month a hand touched my shoulder. I didn’t know what it was touching. My duties were over. I found myself in an airfield with leaves swirling around me. Then I saw that they weren’t leaves but letters, presumably ones written to or from the dead.
The young men stepping off the transport plane glanced at me. I was weeping. Porter was still in the woods firing shards into undergrowth. He would be there forever. Let him talk to the young; I was no longer young and could no longer talk. We traveled home in the belly of a steel crow. It felt as though when it landed we would be regurgitated into the mouths of its offspring.
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