Putting the "derp" in "derp de derp"

Repetitive shite weekends in a row require a creative and/or anal compulsive state of mind to kill the hours of the day if you're not a ball sport fan.  I had a few things on my list that were important, unimportant, and totally pointless to accomplish.  

I don't really like a stack of spacers above the stem, but I can understand why having some could be beneficial.

Okay, my PMBAR purse attachment and fork resale value when selling used but in awesome condition  squish items to people taller than four apples being all the reasons I can think of.

Anyways, 16mm is too much, 10mm is acceptable, so chop 7mm (because I was off by a millimeter previously) and breathe again.

Two things of note.  Preloading the bearings with the SWAT tool while lining up the do-dad at the bottom of the fork crown (according to instructions) by turning the 5mm Allen while keeping the top of the tool oriented to anal specifications while lining up the skull on the spacer with the ENVE logo on the stem while not mis-aligning the Cane Creek lizard on the bearing cover was as much of a task as it was writing this sentence (half the difficulty of reading this sentence).  I realize I'm the only one who's going to notice, but who else matters?

The other thing being I can't run my perple drank Industry 9 stem because it's too wide to comply to another standard of vain obsession.

The Topeak (no longer a Dick Supporter) UTF Multi-Mount with the So Pro Cycling (never a Dick Supporter) Out Front Mount number plate jaboingerboi (seen here on the Vertigo Meatplow V.7)  Used together, they keep the number plate WAY off the cables and what not.  I'll be "racing" more on my Optimus Meatplow V.10 than any other bike, so it just had to happen.

Speaking of spacers, I organized all my random circles.

Based on I.D. and general shapes and sizes, I'm left with these:

I have no clue what these do or used to do.  They might be for a car.

I don't always have to look for a good activity.  Sometimes, they find me.  I live in a seventy plus year old house, which means seventy plus years of half-assed handiwork done by Mr and Mrs Fix It.  I can't say I would do any better, but layers upon layers or ineptitude can add up.  It's like unraveling a mystery trying to figure out what happened or why.  I spent a decent amount of time up in my attic above the bathroom trying to figure out why a part of my ceiling is soft, another lumpy, and some just not acting right at all.

After some poking and prodding and shoving around the what is surely cancer causing insulation, I got nothing... except mebbe cancer.

And...

I went on a quest looking for ENVE brake mounting hardware for Dr Mike's turgid fork that he bought used for Winter Shart Tarck.  I started by looking in the usual places (two to three times in the same places), before resorting to the unusual places.  Mebbe I tossed them in the original packaging box... which for sure isn't in the attic because I spent the better part of the day before spelunking around up there.

Mebbe the finished crawlspace/Murder Room?

*sigh*

Amongst the power tools I'm storing for Bill Nye?  Over here by mom's old wheelchair?  Stacked up in the corner with the needs-to-go-to-the-curb car tires and wheels that I'm too lazy to drag away?

Of course not.   I was about to give up when I leaned on the cinder block support under the front of my house... and it moved.  Like, a lot.

*warm happy feelings*

Some time back when we first bought our small abode, I was concerned about a growing crack in the pointless bump out at the front of our place.  We ended up sinking (literally) an amount of money into the ground that coulda bought a very nice crabon squish bike that I coulda sold for a considerable loss a year later.  Anyways, after a few more years of ownership, I've noticed that while the crack in front of the house expanded, another one shrunk.  The weather gets cold and... they swap their roles.

Money well spent?

Anyhoo, the immediate problem.  The first fix was just tossing the wheels against it so it wouldn't fall over in the middle of the night and make me think our house is being raided by a soon to be non-woke FBI looking to confiscate my old Dirt Rag Magazines.  Then I spent some time with a mini-sledge and some well-directed anger and banged the 2X6 back into the gap... wondering if any of it matters... because the two steel jacks that are in place (that are probably worth 1/5 a very nice crabon squish bike) are holding everything in place.  The fix is more level than it looks but nothing in my house is level or square, so whatevs.  The house wasn't falling down when there was a two inch gap between the blocks and my floor, so it ain't falling now (mebbe).

So yeah.

Winter Shart Tarck starts this weekend, so I can waste my time figuring out what to wear (and then have to hose off later), cleaning the mud off my bike, swapping brake pads, etc.

Certainly and most assuredly, my joie de vivre is coming like death, taxes, and a little bit of Day One Dictatorship.