The secret of pristine cleans is cord management

Yep, I found that out today when I was vacuuming my place ……. I used my fretting hand to control the cord….
 
what did you folks think I was talking about ? guitar playing  
 
Kenny

I used to be terrified of vacuum cleaners (or "Hoovers" as we called them in England) when I was a small kid, just like a dog or a cat. I think it was a combination of the bag inflating, the noise, and the fact that my grandmother didn't give a flying F who was in the way of it. By the way she would bang it up against the baseboard I thought the walls were going to come down. I was terrified of washing machines as well, especially when they go into that fast spin. In fact I still am. 

drewfx1
What's "vacuuming"? 

 for real ? 
 
let's see if this visual aid helps to jog your memory 
 

 
Oh Boy ,  I sure hope they don't ban me for this pic …it sure got my poor ole heart a pumping 
 

sharke
I used to be terrified of vacuum cleaners (or "Hoovers" as we called them in England) when I was a small kid, just like a dog or a cat. I think it was a combination of the bag inflating, the noise, and the fact that my grandmother didn't give a flying F who was in the way of it. By the way she would bang it up against the baseboard I thought the walls were going to come down. I was terrified of washing machines as well, especially when they go into that fast spin. In fact I still am. 

when I was a kid I was a little afraid of them myself ….my dog isn't afraid of the vacuum or washing machine 
it's the freaking dishwasher that puts him into a panic …..I can't run it unless we are on the way out the door for a real long walk 
 

craigb
Vacuuming sucks.
(And Nature abhors it so who am I to argue with that?)

+1  I hear you 
 
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did you know Vacuums have other uses   heres a little story 
 
I'm a pretty quiet guy , so quiet in fact that you could stand outside my pad w a mic and not even hear a peep…
 I never use amps at home and everything is done w headphones until it is time to mix
 
anyway when I lived in L A I had a real D bag for an upstairs neighbor ….
he thought it was OK to hammer away in his bathroom all hours of the night ….1 am , 2 am …..you get the drift …
so one day I ask him why is he hammering all the time and he tells me he is putting in a new floor …
a little time goes by and I ask the landlord what up with this guys new floor ….whens he gonna finish it ?
the landlord tells  me my upstairs neighbor is not putting in a new floor …he is just acting out on some of his anger issues ...
 
OH Yeah now that I know whats really going on …..It's Game on 
 
I took the piece of sh&t vacuum I had at the time , taped a lavalier mic on to that bad boy right near the motor
then I plugged the cable into my 50 watt Marshall and dimed my amp ..
when I heard MR D Bag  creeping around up there slamming doors and closets , I flipped the amp on  and hit the on switch on my vacuum…..
it sounded like I had a jet engine in my apt   
a 50 watt Marshall is a real thing of beauty when it is dimed and I was surprised that the amp didn't feed back 
it freaked out MR A Hole so bad he jumped out his second floor bedroom window when I did this because he thought a plane was coming in to do a crash landing right into his apt…. 
I'm not kidding I'm telling the truth ...
a few days later he asked me if I had a jet engine in my apt ….I said yeah …
at the time I had 2 motorcycles …so I told him I was building a bike that used a jet engine for a motor ….
the dude must of been fried because he really thought I had a jet motor in my apt….
he eventually moved to another state a couple of months later because he didn't like doing War with me ….
 
Kenny

anyway when I lived in L A I had a real D bag for an upstairs neighbor ….
he thought it was OK to hammer away in his bathroom all hours of the night ….1 am , 2 am …..you get the drift …
so one day I ask him why is he hammering all the time and he tells me he is putting in a new floor …
a little time goes by and I ask the landlord what up with this guys new floor ….whens he gonna finish it ?
the landlord tells  me my upstairs neighbor is not putting in a new floor …he is just acting out on some of his anger issues ...
 
OH Yeah now that I know whats really going on …..It's Game on 
 
I took the piece of sh&t vacuum I had at the time , taped a lavalier mic on to that bad boy right near the motor
then I plugged the cable into my 50 watt Marshall and dimed my amp ..
when I heard MR D Bag  creeping around up there slamming doors and closets , I flipped the amp on  and hit the on switch on my vacuum…..
it sounded like I had a jet engine in my apt   
a 50 watt Marshall is a real thing of beauty when it is dimed and I was surprised that the amp didn't feed back 
it freaked out MR A Hole so bad he jumped out his second floor bedroom window when I did this because he thought a plane was coming in to do a crash landing right into his apt…. 
I'm not kidding I'm telling the truth ...
a few days later he asked me if I had a jet engine in my apt ….I said yeah …
at the time I had 2 motorcycles …so I told him I was building a bike that used a jet engine for a motor ….
the dude must of been fried because he really thought I had a jet motor in my apt….
he eventually moved to another state a couple of months later because he didn't like doing War with me ….
 
Kenny
 
That is a funny story. I bet you are glad the guy moved. It sounds like he was really unhinged. It didn't take me very long after moving from a very rural part of south GA to Atlanta in the 80s to learn to mind my own business and to always try to look like I belong where ever I happen to be. Those sort of people are a special kind of crazy when they are driving. I remember when one guy cut another guy off on the "perimeter highway". The other guy went macho and zoomed out/forward and cut the first guy off... the first guy got in front of the guy who decided to be macho, stopped his car, got out, and shot "macho man's" engine with a .357. got back in his car and drove off.
You never know who you are dealing with or what someone might do. I look back over my life and I know that I am lucky to be alive and free. People seems to get more nutty all the time especially in a city. In a small town where everyone knows everyone else and their family, there is some social pressure to at least appear to act right, in a big city there is no social pressure to even be polite.
 
As for the vacuum girls, I like the pinup, the other one.. licking the hose is well... I guess I am from a different place and time.
 
Early 80s. Just moved to the metro. Lived in an 800 sq ft 2 BR apartment. I got a job with an exterminating company. I was running their best pest control route in the most affluent neighborhood in Atlanta, Buckhead and Sandy Springs. It was bordered by West Wesley Rd on the south, Roswell Rd on the east, and I-285 on the north and west. I remember how it felt coming home from these HUGE homes and vacuuming my apartment. I could plug in one outlet and vacuum the whole place. You could get lost in some of the homes I was servicing. It was good though, it broadened my horizons for sure! I knew I wanted more from life.
I've been in business for myself for 26 years now and am still in that neighborhood and east Cob county. Thank you vacuum cleaner!
 
J

Heh...  I remember having to live with several delinquent roommates when I was young and once they did something (don't remember what actually) so I decided to have a little fun.  At about 3am when the house was finally dead quiet, I played just one little part of a song at full volume before letting the house return to dead quiet.  No one made a sound.  So, what did I play?  The Danny Elfman scream at the beginning of Call of the Vatos (The scream I sampled and played back at 130Db is at the 13 second mark here.).  The next morning, I saw one of my roommates sitting in the kitchen looking pale and shaking.  I asked him what was wrong and he said he snapped awake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and couldn't get back to sleep - lol!  He was still scared but didn't know why. 
 
Oh, and believe me, they deserved it!  Once I was out at a work party and someone dropped me off at the house at 2am (I was pretty loaded).  When I get to my bedroom door I find I can't unlock it because someone had superglued the lock.  So, I went out to my car, got my trusty Swiss Army knife and proceeded to saw off the door handle so I could get into the bedroom.  The fact that NOBODY peeked out of their bedrooms to see what I was doing (it was loud) told me they were all guilty.  I got my revenge that time when I got home from work the next day and they were all sitting in the living room doing acid.  They all started to grin uncontrollably so I said (while shivering and wiping my hands down my head and arms) "Is it just me or doesn't if feel like you're completely covered with ants, spiders and webs?"  Then I went into my bedroom.  About 45 seconds to a minute later I hear a lot of "Damn it Craig!!!" yells coming from the living room.  Revenge can be very satisfying. 

jbow
 
 
That is a funny story. I bet you are glad the guy moved. It sounds like he was really unhinged. It didn't take me very long after moving from a very rural part of south GA to Atlanta in the 80s to learn to mind my own business and to always try to look like I belong where ever I happen to be. Those sort of people are a special kind of crazy when they are driving. I remember when one guy cut another guy off on the "perimeter highway". The other guy went macho and zoomed out/forward and cut the first guy off... the first guy got in front of the guy who decided to be macho, stopped his car, got out, and shot "macho man's" engine with a .357. got back in his car and drove off.
You never know who you are dealing with or what someone might do. I look back over my life and I know that I am lucky to be alive and free. People seems to get more nutty all the time especially in a city. In a small town where everyone knows everyone else and their family, there is some social pressure to at least appear to act right, in a big city there is no social pressure to even be polite.
 
As for the vacuum girls, I like the pinup, the other one.. licking the hose is well... I guess I am from a different place and time.
 
Early 80s. Just moved to the metro. Lived in an 800 sq ft 2 BR apartment. I got a job with an exterminating company. I was running their best pest control route in the most affluent neighborhood in Atlanta, Buckhead and Sandy Springs. It was bordered by West Wesley Rd on the south, Roswell Rd on the east, and I-285 on the north and west. I remember how it felt coming home from these HUGE homes and vacuuming my apartment. I could plug in one outlet and vacuum the whole place. You could get lost in some of the homes I was servicing. It was good though, it broadened my horizons for sure! I knew I wanted more from life.
I've been in business for myself for 26 years now and am still in that neighborhood and east Cob county. Thank you vacuum cleaner!
 
J

Yeah J , regarding the pic , I like the gal on the left ….she is kinda dreamy …..
 
you know , the older I get , the more I have to keep up a constant vigilance to avoid at all costs getting sucked into 
some of the games and sh&t people play in todays society …..
between some of the drugs people are on and the fact that the current state of main stream entertainment glorifies some pretty sick actions and behaviors  ….
my task of staying true to course and finding my center has become a full time quest ...
I'm often left with the feeling that a great deal of my energy is spent trying to process the things and situations that are happening around me and to me with an undistorted view….
 
imho, perception is a cage man ….and it's a tough nut to swallow the realization that it is….
if I can remove myself from the equation and not personalize everything from my point of view , preferences and bias's .
I might be able to allow myself to see things as they unfold  ….
I'm not totally there yet …..most of the time I feel I'm very far from it 
when I can do that I can see things for what they are ….
just a buch of people trying to meet their needs ,,,,real or imagined …it makes no difference 
the human physiological neurological  system process 's everything as if it was really happening 
motivation and intent are a very strong force in peoples lives …whether they want realize that or not ...
 
I have to fight the urge to believe that the golden rule and common sense are no longer valued as they once were ….
the truth is …...there are a lot of good people in this world 
my encounters w the bad apples have led to personal growth ……
even though the ground feels a little shaky at times  I have survived some of the lessons 
 
 
nice rapping w you , 
 
Kenny
 
 
 
 

kennywtelejazz

drewfx1
What's "vacuuming"? 

 for real ? 
 
let's see if this visual aid helps to jog your memory 
 

 
Oh Boy ,  I sure hope they don't ban me for this pic …it sure got my poor ole heart a pumping 
 

sharke
I used to be terrified of vacuum cleaners (or "Hoovers" as we called them in England) when I was a small kid, just like a dog or a cat. I think it was a combination of the bag inflating, the noise, and the fact that my grandmother didn't give a flying F who was in the way of it. By the way she would bang it up against the baseboard I thought the walls were going to come down. I was terrified of washing machines as well, especially when they go into that fast spin. In fact I still am. 

when I was a kid I was a little afraid of them myself ….my dog isn't afraid of the vacuum or washing machine 
it's the freaking dishwasher that puts him into a panic …..I can't run it unless we are on the way out the door for a real long walk 
 

craigb
Vacuuming sucks.
(And Nature abhors it so who am I to argue with that?)

+1  I hear you 
 
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
did you know Vacuums have other uses   heres a little story 
 
I'm a pretty quiet guy , so quiet in fact that you could stand outside my pad w a mic and not even hear a peep…
 I never use amps at home and everything is done w headphones until it is time to mix
 
anyway when I lived in L A I had a real D bag for an upstairs neighbor ….
he thought it was OK to hammer away in his bathroom all hours of the night ….1 am , 2 am …..you get the drift …
so one day I ask him why is he hammering all the time and he tells me he is putting in a new floor …
a little time goes by and I ask the landlord what up with this guys new floor ….whens he gonna finish it ?
the landlord tells  me my upstairs neighbor is not putting in a new floor …he is just acting out on some of his anger issues ...
 
OH Yeah now that I know whats really going on …..It's Game on 
 
I took the piece of sh&t vacuum I had at the time , taped a lavalier mic on to that bad boy right near the motor
then I plugged the cable into my 50 watt Marshall and dimed my amp ..
when I heard MR D Bag  creeping around up there slamming doors and closets , I flipped the amp on  and hit the on switch on my vacuum…..
it sounded like I had a jet engine in my apt   
a 50 watt Marshall is a real thing of beauty when it is dimed and I was surprised that the amp didn't feed back 
it freaked out MR A Hole so bad he jumped out his second floor bedroom window when I did this because he thought a plane was coming in to do a crash landing right into his apt…. 
I'm not kidding I'm telling the truth ...
a few days later he asked me if I had a jet engine in my apt ….I said yeah …
at the time I had 2 motorcycles …so I told him I was building a bike that used a jet engine for a motor ….
the dude must of been fried because he really thought I had a jet motor in my apt….
he eventually moved to another state a couple of months later because he didn't like doing War with me ….
 
Kenny

I did the same years ago with the alcoholic a-hole who lived downstairs. Him and his loser buddies would stay up all night every night drinking, arguing, fighting and slamming doors. I lost so my nights sleep because of them and it started affecting my job. I knew he slept it off during the day, so before I went to work in the morning I'd put my speakers face down on the floor and set a drum 'n' bass compilation CD on repeat at max volume. When I got home at 6pm or so I'd think "holy crap, I don't know how anyone could stand 5 minutes of that."

Childish yes, but when someone disturbs your sleep on a regular basis you tend to get a little psychotic, and there's a certain point after which anything goes.

Ha!  I'm going to have to use that line sometime.  "Hey, don't mess with me or I'll have to go tribal on you!" 

(Note to self: it turns out Kenny doesn't really have a jet engine. It's safe to resume hammering.)
Nope... But he's got one hell of a "Plug-in" .....