The Longest Month

It is FINALLY the last day of July.  This month has gone on forever.  I don’t know if it is the heat or the boredom but it seems like July 4th was months ago.

Unfortunately, August is even hotter than July.

Please send help.




Building a TARDIS – Part 8

Go to Part 1 if you missed it.

Building the Roof

  First we measure across each top side and cut a pressure treate 2×4 to fit between the corner posts.  A notch allows part of it to rest on top of the post and a 45 degree angle will allow each to fit together nicely.




Here you can see how the roof sides come together.  Make surey the bottoms are flush with the sign box tops. (Not secured yet.)

Glue and brad these togther at the 45 degree angles but don’t attach to the TARDIS yet.  Make sure it is removeable for now.



Once the frame is dry, remove it from the box and place it on the floor for easier work.

Cut a pressure treated 2×6 at 45 degree angles to fit inside the first frame.  Be sure to allow for the notch in for the corner posts.





I used some scrap wood to raise it above the notches for the corner posts.

Glue and screw the second frame to the first frame.

Allow it to dry.




Using a router cut a rabet in the top inside edge of the second frame for the roof panel to fit into.

The router will leave rounded corners.  You can either square them with a chisel or use a belt sander to make the roof panel fit.




Use a good quality plywood panel and cut it to fit into the rabet.

There are many ways to build a police box roof.  Some are angled but that’s a lot of work.  For simplicity sake I am going with the flat roof of the older models.

Whew..  Time for a rest.

Go on to part 9.

Movie Theatre Nazis

And I don’t mean the good kind.  I went to see the final episode of the Harry Potter movie series.  It has been many months since I’ve been to a movie theatre.  Possibly since part one of the Deathly Hallows.

I was amazed to find out that they now have assigned seating. You can no longer just sit anywhere you want.  You have to sit right next to some fat guy because that is what you unknowingly chose when you purchased your ticket.  When the movie started I moved over a seat which gave me elbow room.  A few minutes later two people came in and told me I was in their seat and I had to move back.  Now I was stuck between two people.  Actually this seems more Soviet than Nazi.  At least my two new comrades were relatively silent.

I don’t know how long this has been going on or how many theatres have begun using this new communist regime.  I also don’t understand the reasoning.  The world is going to hell in a handbasket. (Whatever that means.)

The world I grew up in is gone.  I don’t know where I am now.

The moral of this story?  No more movie theatres.  Wait for the Blu-Ray to come out.

No Rain For You!

ARRRGH!  Hurricane Don is heading south into Mexico.  San Antonio is screwed AGAIN!  We will be lucky to get some clouds out of this to block the sun.

God I hate San Antonio.  If there is a Hell on Earth anywhere this is it.  OK, places like Afganistan are worse but damn!

I swear I don’t know what I am going to do.  I feel like I am going to explode.  I can’t take it anymore.


Been a little morbid lately.

Sorry.  I’ve been a little morbid lately.  For quite some time now I’ve been feeling OK but the last few days I’ve gone back to wishing for death again.  I pray for it every night before bed and become seriously disappointed when the alarm clock wakes me up the next morning.  I think it is a multitude of things that are coming to a crescendo.  I’ll try to list them in no particular order.

1. The heat and the drought.
2. The Economy.
3. The Boredom.
4. Spending my life at work doing nothing.
5. Spending my nights resting to go back to work and do nothing.
6. The Loneliness.
7. The Reruns

There’s more but that’s enough.  Sometimes a pointless life can weigh heavily on your soul.  I need something to make life worth living.  I’ve tried projects but they are surprisingly unfulfilling.  I’ve attempted to embrace boredom.  I try to think of myself as a buddhist monk whose life is dedicated to meditation.  Sitting there and being empty.  I’m already halfway there so it shouldn’t be difficult.

Maybe it is just a temporary thing.  We’ll see what happens.  I know I will feel better when fall comes.  Unfortunately that is still months away.  Fall doesn’t begin in San Antonio until late October or early November.  It’s only July now.  It will do so much for my attitude able to spend time outside again.  I swear the city is about to burst into flame.

I just heard on the news that Hurricane Don is no longer heading towards San Antonio.  It is going further South.  That means no rain.  I’m going to cry if we don’t get any rain from it. Really cry!   See.  This is why I don’t own a gun.




What is a house without love?

I’ve always wanted to build a house for myself.  Today as I was thinking upon it I considered what an empty shell it might be.

As a boy I grew up in a house that contained love.  When I moved into my own house it still contained some of the residual love from the previous owners.

But what would I have if I built a house for myself from scratch.  Can a house be a home without love?  What would it be?  Could it be considered a safe place?  A place where life can occur?  I’m not sure.  It would possibly be a cold, dead box.  How can a person live in that?


A great way to die

I’ve been watching the Harry Potter movies over the last few days and have come to the conclusion that the Avada Kedavera curse is an excellent way to die.   It appears to be totally painless and quick.  Nice!

Anyone know of some great, quick and painless ways to die?