November 01, 2007

It sure is...

...pretty outside today.


Although I'd rather not have to have spent the last two hours looking at rubber and rocks.


Posted by Terry Oglesby at November 1, 2007 04:14 PM

Looks like a failure to adhesivate, Son. :)

Flat roofing is prone to more problems than pitched systems but all of them will drive a person nuts. Hope your not too sunburned either.

Posted by: Chef Tony at November 1, 2007 09:29 PM

You could have been forced to kiss it.

Which meant you'd have spent the day rubbernecking.

Posted by: skinnydan at November 2, 2007 08:04 AM

It has multiple problems, Tony--it's EPDM and it's beginning to shrink and pull apart; the flashing is done in ten different ways, all of which are guaranteed to fail; it's had multiple jury-rigged applications of junk to stop leaks; and constant foot traffic from people going up there to work on equipment or fix leaks. That photo shows a poorly-designed coping end condition that relied on a bead of caulk to keep out water. Any movement pretty much assured the joint would fail, and if it didn't move, the caulk still deteriorates and no one ever fixes it.

But no sunburn and no rubberneck, so hey, life's good.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at November 2, 2007 08:08 AM

Great view from Red Mountain anyway. Was that from around Vulcan Park?

Posted by: southtrek at November 2, 2007 08:19 AM

Yep--just about to make the left turn through the cut.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at November 2, 2007 08:55 AM

That was an interesting shadow figure in the picture ... one of those double-ought agents?

So what are Chester's duties nowadays since the e-mail has turned to a trickle? I heard a mention of R&D boys in the kitchen. Is he a taste-tester, ensuring the safety of Korn-Kosherdogs for the multitudes of AoW fans? Maybe you can get him a caulk gun and let him go to town on that roof.

Posted by: Marc V at November 2, 2007 01:36 PM

Well, given the capacity of that shadow guy's freakishly oversized gourd, it really couldn't be anyone else but yours truly.

As for Chet the E-Mail Boy, we do not let him around the kitchen, mainly because he insists on carrying around that stupid guinea pig of his wherever he goes, and after that incident with the health inspector, the hooker, and the spatula, he's been permanently banned.

As for his current duties, I still make him mop the parking lot every day, and I have him using the Merganthaler to make a printed copy of everything ever written on Possumblog. And he's working at Sonic as a car hop.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at November 2, 2007 01:57 PM