June 25, 2007
Yet Another Bout With
the Cool Tool Gene
First off, I have to set the record straight. In last week’s column I
wrote an inventory of my Fathers Day gifts, and I mentioned that my son
had given me a barbecue apron that said “The Chef Is An Idiot.” This is
not entirely true. To be more precise, the barbecue apron he gave me was
actually more of a tool kit consisting of a laser level, an electronic
stud finder, and a sonic distance measuring thingie.
The only excuse I can offer is that in this instance I took a little bit
of “Poetic License” – what we in the news industry call “Making Stuff
Up.” For those of you who have always relied on me for meticulous
journalistic accuracy, I apologize – and wonder what in the world you
could have been thinking.
Anyway, this week I wanted to talk about what it is like to suddenly own
things like a laser level, an electronic stud finder and a sonic
measuring thingie.
It’s cool! Here in one little red zippered case I hold 21st
Century technology that would have been the stuff of science fiction
just a few short years ago. I think we all fondly remember the seminal
1970s motion picture, “Buck Rogers Finds a Stud.”
The laser level has endless applications, as far as I know. According to
the instruction manual, with just slightly more than four hours of
set-up and calibration I can use it to effortlessly determine whether
the shelves I nailed to the wall 11 years ago are absolutely level. If
it turns out that they are, I hope to go ahead and use the laser to
identify the distortion in the space-time continuum that must be causing
all the books to slide off.
My
tool kit came with these nifty red-colored sunglasses that are supposed
to make the laser easier to see. I discovered that they also make all
three colors on a stop light look like they are the same, and that they
make a police officer’s uniform and ticket book look really amusing.
Here’s an important tip for daily living – you can’t disable a police
cruiser and escape using a laser level as a weapon.
I
was also able to put the sonic measuring thingie to immediate use. For
instance, I was able to finally answer, with digital accuracy, the
question men have been asking themselves ever since the invention of
yardsticks and underpants with flies.
As
I have mentioned before on these pages, I’m as much a slave to the Cool
Tool Gene as any man. If it has “Craftsman” or “Black & Decker” engraved
on it, I find myself pretty much a helpless slave to my desire to own
it.
Of
course, I know better than to try to build or repair something with my
new Cool Tools, since afterward that always seems to involve the trouble
and expense of calling in expert carpenters, electricians, plumbers or
FEMA.
In
fact, as far as I can remember, the last time I put a tool to any kind
of constructive (ha ha!) use was when I screwed those bookshelves to the
wall. Of course, the tool I used was a butter knife, since I couldn’t
lay my hands on the 21-piece screwdriver set I got for Christmas that
year.
Oh
yeah, as far as the stud finder goes, I haven’t done much of anything
with it yet. I like experimenting as much as the next guy, but I still
haven’t completely recovered from seeing that Buck Rogers movie.
© 2007, Michael Ball
© 2007 Michael Ball.
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