The worst is when you are hammered, which is when it seems to be the best idea. The next morning the smell and the hangover is the worst.
Off Label Tool Usage!
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Not even a little unsafe?I guess next time i'll attempt picking up the table saw.
I know i;m not the only one doing this but was hoping to get some pics of some other people using tools inappropriately(especially if effective
) i just hate jigsaws b/c how slow they are and how easily they break if you push them.Just offhand though my most commonly used adaptation is the screwdriver chisel/awl. then the knife screwdriver, knife fingernail trimmer, rock hammer...
and personal fav is the fix all splitting maul- when you just can;t quite get something to work, f-it, break it, and start over
I modify all my circular saws for that kind of cutting.
Just drill a hole in the top part of the guard so you can hold back the bottom part with a screw or nail. That way you don't have to hold the saw so awkwardly.
By the way, you really do look like an Oregonian, Oregonian.
Just drill a hole in the top part of the guard so you can hold back the bottom part with a screw or nail. That way you don't have to hold the saw so awkwardly.
By the way, you really do look like an Oregonian, Oregonian.
The first thing I used to do when I bought a new tool was take it apart and remove all the safety mechanisms.
i was house sitting once and accidentally left the keys in the house and locked myself out. with no way to get in, i used a metal kitchen spatula to get in thru the door without damaging anything 
i know its not a tool but its definitely not what its made for.
i know its not a tool but its definitely not what its made for.Trying to change drill bit on industrial strength hand drill without unplugging it first
finger accidentally hits power button
chuck key grabs my shirt
shirt wraps around my hand on the power button
I can't let go of button because shirt is squeezing it tighter
arm is twisting like pretzel
drill bit is inching towards my neck
I'm yelling for help
co-worker unplugs the drill and saves my life
need new shirt
sorry, no pic's.
finger accidentally hits power button
chuck key grabs my shirt
shirt wraps around my hand on the power button
I can't let go of button because shirt is squeezing it tighter
arm is twisting like pretzel
drill bit is inching towards my neck
I'm yelling for help
co-worker unplugs the drill and saves my life
need new shirt
sorry, no pic's.
So this thread reminded me of this darwin award a long read but a happy ending
One morning I was called to the emergency room by the head ER nurse. She directed me to a patient who had refused to describe his problem other then to say that he "needed a doctor who took care of men's troubles." The patient, about 40, was pale, febrile, and obviously uncomfortable, and had little to say as he gingerly opened his trousers to expose a bit of angry red and black-and-blue scrotal skin. After I asked the nurse to leave us, the patient permitted me to remove his trousers, shorts, and two or three yards of foul-smelling, stained gauze wrapped about his scrotum, which was swollen to twice the size of a grapefruit and extremely tender. A jagged zig-zag laceration, oozing pus and blood, extended down the left scrotum.
Amid the matted hair, edematous skin, and various exudates, I saw some half-buried dark linear objects and asked the patient what they were. Several days earlier, he replied, he had injured himself in the machine shop where he worked, and had closed the laceration himself with a heavy-duty stapling gun. The dark objects were one-inch staples of the type used in putting up wallboard.
We x-rayed the patients scrotum to locate the staples; admitting him to the hospital; and gave him tetanus antitoxin, a broad-spectrum antibacterial therapy, and hexachlorophene sitz baths prior to surgery the next morning.
The procedure consisted of exploration and debridement of the left side of the scrotal pouch. Eight rusty staples were retrieved, and the skin edges were trimmed and freshened. The left testis had been avulsed and was missing. The stump of the spermatic cord was recovered at the inguinal canal, debrided, and the vessels ligated properly, though not much of a hematoma was present. Through-and through Penrose drains were sutured loosely in site, and the skin was loosely closed.
Convalescence was uneventful, and before his release from the hospital less then a week later, the patient confided the rest of his story to me.
An unmarried loner, he usually didn't leave the machine shop at lunchtime with his co-workers. Finding himself alone, he had begun the regular practice of masturbating by holding his penis against the canvas drive-belt of a large floor-based piece of running machinery. One day, as he approached orgasm, he lost his concentration and leaned too close to the belt. When his scrotum suddenly became caught between the pulley-wheel and the drive-belt, he was thrown into the air and landed a few feet away. Unaware that he had lost his left testis, and perhaps too stunned to feel much pain, he stapled the wound closed and resumed work.
I can only assume he abandoned this method of self-gratification.
One morning I was called to the emergency room by the head ER nurse. She directed me to a patient who had refused to describe his problem other then to say that he "needed a doctor who took care of men's troubles." The patient, about 40, was pale, febrile, and obviously uncomfortable, and had little to say as he gingerly opened his trousers to expose a bit of angry red and black-and-blue scrotal skin. After I asked the nurse to leave us, the patient permitted me to remove his trousers, shorts, and two or three yards of foul-smelling, stained gauze wrapped about his scrotum, which was swollen to twice the size of a grapefruit and extremely tender. A jagged zig-zag laceration, oozing pus and blood, extended down the left scrotum.
Amid the matted hair, edematous skin, and various exudates, I saw some half-buried dark linear objects and asked the patient what they were. Several days earlier, he replied, he had injured himself in the machine shop where he worked, and had closed the laceration himself with a heavy-duty stapling gun. The dark objects were one-inch staples of the type used in putting up wallboard.
We x-rayed the patients scrotum to locate the staples; admitting him to the hospital; and gave him tetanus antitoxin, a broad-spectrum antibacterial therapy, and hexachlorophene sitz baths prior to surgery the next morning.
The procedure consisted of exploration and debridement of the left side of the scrotal pouch. Eight rusty staples were retrieved, and the skin edges were trimmed and freshened. The left testis had been avulsed and was missing. The stump of the spermatic cord was recovered at the inguinal canal, debrided, and the vessels ligated properly, though not much of a hematoma was present. Through-and through Penrose drains were sutured loosely in site, and the skin was loosely closed.
Convalescence was uneventful, and before his release from the hospital less then a week later, the patient confided the rest of his story to me.
An unmarried loner, he usually didn't leave the machine shop at lunchtime with his co-workers. Finding himself alone, he had begun the regular practice of masturbating by holding his penis against the canvas drive-belt of a large floor-based piece of running machinery. One day, as he approached orgasm, he lost his concentration and leaned too close to the belt. When his scrotum suddenly became caught between the pulley-wheel and the drive-belt, he was thrown into the air and landed a few feet away. Unaware that he had lost his left testis, and perhaps too stunned to feel much pain, he stapled the wound closed and resumed work.
I can only assume he abandoned this method of self-gratification.
