Entropy
"A tendency towards disorder within a closed system, as potential energy gets "spent".
Sounds about right for what happened last night. I had hung a picture in the dining room that the wife had just had beautifully framed. Originally, she started to put it up on just a nail, and I'm thinking, "Um, no."
So, I told her to get some of those picture hanger things. With the size of the picture and just by
"eyeballin'" it, I figured it can't weigh more than 20-30lbs.
She got the hanger and I dutifully banged it into the wall and hung the picture.
Then, at 2am this morning, I hear a loud "CRASH!" I thought at first that it was something cat-related because A) I woke out of a hard sleep, B) I couldn't determine if it was upstairs or downstairs, and C) it usually is.
She beat me to it, but I heard her say as I leapt up the stairs that it was the *$!&$ picture, and to watch the glass!
The new frame was pretty much toast, and the picture itself got a good scratch on it too. We made short work out of cleaning it up and no cats were harmed during the process. Jack tried to check it out, but got immediately booted. Which in his mind likely translates as, "Hmm...he must mean business..." So, he scampered off.
When it was all said and done, I looked up at the hanger, expecting the sheet rock to have crumbled away. But, it hadn't. The damn hanger had just bent under the weight and let the picture crash to the ground. They were rated for up to 40lbs. You can bet I'm gonna weigh that thing tonight to see how heavy it is. Well, minus all the glass.
Entropy? I got yer entropy right here...
-la
Sounds about right for what happened last night. I had hung a picture in the dining room that the wife had just had beautifully framed. Originally, she started to put it up on just a nail, and I'm thinking, "Um, no."
So, I told her to get some of those picture hanger things. With the size of the picture and just by
"eyeballin'" it, I figured it can't weigh more than 20-30lbs.
She got the hanger and I dutifully banged it into the wall and hung the picture.
Then, at 2am this morning, I hear a loud "CRASH!" I thought at first that it was something cat-related because A) I woke out of a hard sleep, B) I couldn't determine if it was upstairs or downstairs, and C) it usually is.
She beat me to it, but I heard her say as I leapt up the stairs that it was the *$!&$ picture, and to watch the glass!
The new frame was pretty much toast, and the picture itself got a good scratch on it too. We made short work out of cleaning it up and no cats were harmed during the process. Jack tried to check it out, but got immediately booted. Which in his mind likely translates as, "Hmm...he must mean business..." So, he scampered off.
When it was all said and done, I looked up at the hanger, expecting the sheet rock to have crumbled away. But, it hadn't. The damn hanger had just bent under the weight and let the picture crash to the ground. They were rated for up to 40lbs. You can bet I'm gonna weigh that thing tonight to see how heavy it is. Well, minus all the glass.
Entropy? I got yer entropy right here...
-la
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