I can raise my right eyebrow, but not my left one. It comes from looking through a survey inst. for years. Those muscles are developed.
I remember some deeds, way longer than the client!
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Exact opposite for me.
I've always used either eye depending upon which side of the instrument I was standing.
I was afraid that I might come out looking like this o.O.
Waking at 3am with that tricky boundary redefinition laid out before you and solving the missing bits that make it all worthwhile.
Then trying to get to sleep again.
Once I actually did get up and start computing.
Stiff, sore neck from incorrect posture standing twisted sideways behind the TS. Taken me too many years to learn how to outwit that one.
"turning OFF"- similar to first, but at any time of day.
Driving down the road looking over to the side and knowing the R/W goes from 50' to 66' right there then runs 617.87' to a #5 rebar at the SW corner of the property when it's been 6 months since I last traveled this road.
Arthritis and bone spurs in my right shoulder from too many years toting a tripod. Melanoma on my face from not wearing a hat in the sun when I was younger. Sore knees from too many ditches/creeks being jumped across.
Andy
Andy Bruner, post: 361287, member: 1123 wrote: Arthritis and bone spurs in my right shoulder from too many years toting a tripod. Melanoma on my face from not wearing a hat in the sun when I was younger. Sore knees from too many ditches/creeks being jumped across.
Andy
I have a number of buddies that, like myself, have had several "bad spots" whittled off my skin. The overwhelming majority of these bad spots that have proven to be either malignant or premalignant have been on the upper left quadrant of all our bodies (arm, shoulder, neck and head). I had never realized it, but the damaging exposure to the UV and sun on that side is probably due to always driving and hanging an arm out the window of an unair-conditioned truck. Added to the daily 'over exposure' of trotting about all day out of the truck has taken its toll on a number of us.
And my eyes are shot. The ophthalmic surgeon I visit regularly is about my age and was born and raised here in Oklahoma. He has a term, "farmer's eye", to describe the premature clouding of the cornea probably due to over-exposure to UV. Cataracts can be a genetic given to some folks and apparently developed over time in others.
Although I have worn 100% UV glasses with long sleeves and wide brimmed hats outdoors for the last 15 years, the "early" years of either t-shirts or no shirt and cheap sunglasses has caught up to me.
It's a trade-off I guess. I have a buddy that has sat at a desk for the last 35 years and has circulatory problems in his legs to show for it.
Shocker: None of us are gettin' out of here alive! :woot:
paden cash, post: 361288, member: 20 wrote: I have a number of buddies that, like myself, have had several "bad spots" whittled off my skin.
I have been carved on quite often as well. My dermatologist has a knife that looks like it belonged to OJ, special for me. I asked her to start suing heavier gauge stitches, so when the cuts heal, they leave good scars.
A general "spidey-sense" type of tingling anytime a strange dog (silent or not) enters my safe zone, which is calculated as a complex formula, and is directly proportional to my proximity to the nearest fence or vehicle, and includes factors such as size and breed of dog, angle of ears and tail, and how good my bum knee is feeling that day...
Richard, post: 361283, member: 833 wrote: Waking at 3am with that tricky boundary redefinition laid out before you and solving the missing bits that make it all worthwhile.
Then trying to get to sleep again.
Once I actually did get up and start computing.Stiff, sore neck from incorrect posture standing twisted sideways behind the TS. Taken me too many years to learn how to outwit that one.
"turning OFF"- similar to first, but at any time of day.
Only once? I have had some of my best "Eureka" moments while dreaming I think. I would rather keep sleeping, but I have jumped out of bed and solved many a boundary in the middle of the night like that. I always take a second look when rested.
I'm not sure why it happens......must be something to do with relaxing and letting your brain file away all the information in the right order or something. Often times I have to force myself to stop trying to solve a problem after several hours and then the answer comes quite quickly upon revisiting it.
I can raise either eyebrow but it distorts my face into something gruesome. Kinda like ÛÏCalvinÛ.
I can wiggle my ears though. That unique talent was developed by listening for out of control roach coaches driven by an 11 year old Mexican kid. 😉
A Sirvayur is something that grubs around in the woods looking for little sticks and stones.
When he finds them he does some kind of weerd dance around them with a funny-looking 3-leg crutch wich he leans on and looks at.
When he donÛªt find them he walks around all day like heÛªs lost.
Sometimes you see them squashed by cars along rodes, espeshelly in the summer when all the other bugs are out.
A sirvayur has one big eye and one little eye like Popeye.
He usually walks bent over all the time which is why he always looks so stooped.
His face looks like old lether.
He cusses terribul.
He canÛªt see because he measures between things and then puts down a number in a little book wich is different than wat his little map says.
He always measures to a stick or stone neer it, and puts in another stick or stone.
He is not too brite because he is always making marks on sidewalks and rodes to find his way home.
His pants are allways tore from rock salt and his shoes look like they was made of mud.
People stare at him, dogs chase him and he always looks wore out.
I donÛªt know why anyone wants to be a sirvayur.
Not sure where that was from, my Dad sent it to me a while back.
The one big eye and one little eye is what gets me, and the part about being bent over all the time. Woke up just this morning with my back all out of place after being out in the field the past few days without my mule rodman.
Driving through an interchange 20-plus years later and remembering most of the numerous gyrations one went through to redesign the off-ramps and on-ramps to match elevations at the mainline for drainage streamlining, and at the upper end for the bridge crossing. I was tasked with that when not even at an instrumentman level yet- I guess the boss trusted my work.
gschrock, post: 361362, member: 556 wrote: A compulsion to straighten any pictures hanging on walls, or stacks of books/documents... wanting to know which way is north at any given time.
Stopping and staring at marks while on vacation...
Let's not forget about arguing with the Missus about which way is north (or any other direction) when vacationing...
Funny:
I measure for a living. My measurements are admissible into court as 'expert'....
Then why, oh why does my wife not believe me when we run to the home improvement store for blinds?..She has to grab a yardstick and verify what I've written down is "close"....:pinch:
A mildly OCD propensity to suddenly and completely change directions without warning while walking with SWMBO at the slightest hint of survey color or shiny objects crossing my peripheral vision.
had a ugly black square on my right forearm,,,,,,,,, posion ivy,,,,,,,, just wouldn't go away............
Finally I figured out it's where the hammer handle I was using hit my forearm when I set spikes along a fence line I was staking.
The hammer had resin on it and kept reinfecting me.
I took the stake bag, hammer, all the stuff in it and instead of washing it, I just threw it all away........
I've been way more careful since.
Moe, where did you throw it?
🙂
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Knowing where North is is a big deal. I spent about four years in an office building that was aligned almost perfectly southwest to northeast. Drove me nuts. I decided it ran north and south. Coworker had decided it was east and west. One day we were to meet outside on the south side of the building. That didn't work too well.
A curse be upon those who design nonlinear roads and streets, especially when the only linear ones they allow never match a cardinal direction. Also on arkytex that insist on everything being wopperjawed and curved. Fog and cloud-filled days are the bane of anyone needing to keep track of North. Drove in to Moline, Illinois one foggy night. The next morning I opened the door on the west side of my motel room to discover the sun had decided to rise in the West that particular day. Very disconcerting. Almost as disconcerting as the gigantic polar bear I had to pass on the way to the lobby.
Many years ago I learned that I should not be a mechanic. One of the principal reasons was the constant bleeding and scars. Tools slip. Sharp corners are always directly in the same position you must place your extremities in order to hold and turn that critical nut/bolt/screw/bearing/hose end/thingamajig that requires ultraprecise alignment and sufficient pressure to allow proper assembly. Toss a tool in anger and it will find a way to ricochet directly back to you in a sensitive area, such as the knee cap. Swearing at immovable objects that are intended to move is of no help. Swearing at movable objects that are not intended to move is of no help. Surveying is a stroll in the park compared to playing mechanic.
Believing everything is wrong until proven otherwise.
"Believing everything is wrong until proven otherwise."
That's the gospel if I ever heard it.
