March 28th, 2009

fat marmot

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Taking a break. Sorting through all of the cable from the old control room to put it in storage bins until I decide to set it up again. Literally miles of cable of various kinds.

I really doubt that I'll set it up again with that level of complexity: I had the ability to connect and route everything, some 40-plus channels of audio, six different types of video sources, the computer... it's taking me a handful of hours just to sort the cables. And since I'm no longer in the business, I'll be selling off some of the equipment that I'm just never going to use again. Probably most of it now.


Anybody looking to set up a professional recording studio?

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Cables are stowed. I was able to compact them into three bins. Three very heavy bins. Most everything is now packed out except for the rack, on which I have to do a quick cleaning before humping it down the stairs and into the basement. Then comes the fun of pulling old nails and sheetrocking.

Did I mention the long night?

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Having to fix part of the closet where an old (like pre-me) leak had kind of killed the fiberboard that was the building material of choice.

Bear in mind that fiberboard doesn't stand up to moisture very well. It's a lot like thick cardboard.

So I pulled the damaged sheet off. Or rather, I started to. Because of the water damage, the nails that were holding it on-- or were supposed to be holding it on-- had pretty much rusted out of existence, so an entire 4 x 8 foot piece came down along with all of the old cellulose insulation and about five pounds of dust.

Yes, I am wearing a dust mask.

I'm putting some extruded polystyrene (pink foam board) in to replace the old cellulose. I happened to have some on hand.

What kills me is that this was another "fix" of the previous owner, who not only failed to fix the leaky roof, he shoved broken pieces of fiberboard up into the space where the insulation was supposed to be... I don't really know why. I suspect it may have been an attempt to hide the leak or something. He also used an old picture of the first owner of the house to screw into the wall to replace a damaged piece of the fiberboard.


When the hardware store opens, I'm going to get more spray foam to help seal some other leaks.

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Takin' a break for lunch.

Sheetrocking is going okay, now that I have the sheets going in level/plumb.The first one wasn't, because it had to match the damn access door. Later on I'll have to pick up some moulding to make the seam a bit less fucktish, but I'm not driving anywhere else today before I get some righteous sleep.

After the sheetrock is in place comes the taping and mudding, at least the first layer. Then the finagling of getting the remaining detritus out of there, then pulling up the old hellcarpet and the godawful linoleum underneath it.

Crap-- I have to stop by the hardware store to get a muzzy lintel plate. Confound it!

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Done- de done-done. At least for the night.

The old studio is no longer a studio, it's now a studio apartment of sorts. The walls are fixed, though not painted yet. It is ready to be lived in. It's not perfect, but it's quite workable.

I seem to remember sleeping sometime. I think I napped a couple of hours sometime Friday; I've pretty much lost track.

If I'm still awake in a bit, I'll get some pictures. It's doubtful.

The purging must continue, but the immediacy is turned down a notch. Jen is moving in tomorrow starting around noon; I may be awake for at least a part of it.

Going to bed now, to dream of soft lovely maidens gently caressing my skin with their loving tentacles.

And oh yeah-- I can't walk now. I can work up a good hobble if I try. That falling down the stairs thing caught up with me.