The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
Thursday, August 11, 2016
I Work On A ...Manlift?
That's what they call 'em, though there isn't a pink-painted verson for us distaff-side folks; we just have to the the same blue cage-on-a-crane as the boys. I have spent a great deal of time the last week and a half in one, doing this:
Image taken from the lift. This is about half of the room.
Not so much the wires: I laid out and installed the wire trays (and their hangers, safety chains/cables, etc.) and all of the AC power drops -- or 24 of 27 quad boxes, anyway, and built a few of them. Mostly my friends and/or coworkers assembled the power drops, since they were highly specific: 17 feet long, with a "stage plug" at the far end, a kind of power connector ripe for outlawing by Nerf-the-world regulators and legislators, as it is inherently dangerous in multiple ways.
Thus endeth today's glimpse into the exciting world of show business.
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Ego vadum perussi vestri prandium
"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."