There's nothing funny about drywall

I tried to come up with an entertaining title for this post, I really did. The problem is that, when you get right down to it, there's just nothing entertaining or remotely funny about drywall. It sucks that much. It's like a black hole of humor. Say anything funny or try to crack a joke around drywall, and the gypsum will suck it right out of the air, while the person you were talking to just stands there with a quizzical look on their white-dusted face.

Try it. I dare ya.

Anyway, we've been spending our evenings and weekends putting up drywall for a little more than a week now, and there's really only one thing that keeps me going: the knowledge that we've decided to hire someone else to do the mudding. I don't care what it costs - I ain't doing it myself. He's coming over on Tuesday night to give us an estimate, but I assure you, it's just a formality. If he's willing to do it, he can name his price.

With drywall being the sucking black hole of non-comedy that it is, I don't really have anything funny to say, so I'll just put up some pictures and go back to what I was doing (watching the Canucks do their impersonation of drywall - yuk yuk yuk).

Here's the soon-to-be-built-in bookcase:



And here it is from the other side:



Oh, and before you start posting snarky comments about how big some of the gaps are, the drywall guy even SAID we could get away with a fair bit of "amateur" effort if we had a professional mudder, so nyaah.

Oh, and I managed to get the hole cut into the cold air return for the office before calling it a day:



So, sorry about the lack of my trademark "wit", but like I said, drywall just isn't very entertaining.

Oh, right! I mentioned something last time about the hammer drill issue. I should probably explain.

See, ever since we started this little project, we've been using Steve's hammer drill because we don't have one of our own. Now, Steve's hammer drill is a perfectly serviceable hammer drill - for your average homeowner. Sadly, it wasn't exactly designed for the shit and abuse that I was putting it through, and it kinda stopped working so hot. The motor still works and everything, but the chuck kinda doesn't really grip the bits very well, and the teeth and key are worn down so much that it's impossible to tighten.

So... well, we bought Steve a new hammer drill. One that's just as good as the one we wrecked. But we couldn't exactly go and buy Steve a new hammer drill and then turn around and use it before he even got a chance to lay eyes on it. Not to mention that I'd probably destroy it anyway, and then we'd have to buy him ANOTHER one.

So while we were buying Steve a new hammer drill, well, we kinda bought ourselves a little present. Something a little more heavy-duty... just to help with all the TapCons we have left to do, you know?



Ain't she pretty?