you know what, for all builders and contractors: please build things in a way that people don’t die. forgot about that part.
I’m on your side friend. Your goals are true. Sorry I still don’t know the answer.
i’m sorry that I was too aggressive. I still feel that a lot of commenters were throwing shade where it didn’t belong.
Nope, that’s on you. Go ahead, cyberpunk007, and explain how to survive.
I’m not endorsing it, but it definitely happens. It’s like this: measure twice. cut once, or more than once. Put door in hole. Fill gaps with whatever caulk gun or whatever. …
Collect rent.
Again, I am not against building to code. “Code” doesn’t exist in much of the world, and sometimes the materials aren’t available to make it possible.
sounds like a door on the side of a trailer or some such. people live and raise kids in a wide variety of environments.
Au contrere. one can simply ignore municipal code. happens often and everywhere, not to mention evrerwhere it doesn’t exist. unless it’s enforced, and that’s the key. also, i’m not against building to code. just realistic.
they asked for advice on a door to protect a child, not a lesson on municipal code. go out there and fix it yourself.
I can’t defend any of that, and I’m ashamed to say, that crap worked on me for a bit as a man barely a boy, in the 90s. What helped me was looking at other movements like scientology and Charles Manson.
Just trying to say, don’t throw someone in the trash just because they read trash.
kapow, you figured it out
you are a dangerous dog, to bring TPB in here.
because we have an unreliable narrator. that is no smudge on the OP, just a frustration with some of this
LOL wish I knew, because my mom makes this look silly. it would take three novels to explain. I went down to visit recently, and my sister and aunt were there, bless them, lovely people. Best advice I got is look out for those you care about. If you’re the only one left, then focus on you.
you need to talk to your partner and go to counseling forthwith.
you’ll need a pot, and/or a skillet, and a source of heat. without that you’ll eat a lot of cabbage and apples, but you still need a knife. if you want to lazy up to spices: parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. there’s an old hippy song on that. and, it’s really difficult to fuck up a baked potato.
I live on the edge of one of the watersheds north of cincinnati. i know of two different rivers who would like you to turn your yard into a rock garden.
not long before dropping out in the 90s in a conservative, backwards, rural area – the need to cite sources and do extensive research, and have a willingness to have my ideas challenged, was something I grokked from high school. i don’t expect much from from West Virginia, but I didn’t then either.