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[hector13]

At least they’re honest about it.

[freeformschooler]

Nothing is true, except for the statement 'Nothing is true'.

How can I be so sure you're telling the truth

[Max™]

pretty saw handles.

Aren't they tho? While I am proud of the aesthetic I've got going, I don't like lumping myself in with artists as it feels like a slight to them. They make pretty things to be pretty and enjoyed in a much more creative/additive fashion. I make things I'm going to use and try to make them as pretty as I can without interfering in their function by taking the stuff that shouldn't be there away until I've got the shape I like.

[Egan_BW]

Nothing is true, except for the statement 'Nothing is true'.

How can I be so sure you're telling the truth

whoa it's ffs
Hi! Hello! You haven't been around in a while!

[hops]

I will now say something banworthy....

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I play roblox.

*gasp* This is the most horrible crime imaginable! Off with his head!
_{Self-parodying is fun.}

Th4DwArfY.head.breakjoints()

[hector13]

pretty saw handles.

Aren't they tho? While I am proud of the aesthetic I've got going, I don't like lumping myself in with artists as it feels like a slight to them. They make pretty things to be pretty and enjoyed in a much more creative/additive fashion. I make things I'm going to use and try to make them as pretty as I can without interfering in their function by taking the stuff that shouldn't be there away until I've got the shape I like.

Ah shaddapayoface. Your saw handles bring joy to people that like that sort of thing. You’ve worked at a skill to make something be useful and look pretty, just ‘cause your focus is on the former doesn’t mean the latter becomes meaningless.

[Rolan7]

I helped my housemate's family bring in the hay.  Jeezum crow.

Spoiler: Me bragging about how much it hurts (click to show/hide)

I'm pretty badly sunburned, I forgot my gloves for the bale wires, I wore a black shirt and struggled with heat exhaustion half the time.  My upper arms got covered with micropunctures that welted up like hives.  There's like an extra bale's worth in my shoes.  The straw in my eyes had me blinking so much that all light sources are massive vision-filling coronas.  My foot keeps cramping.  A goat almost peed on my boots while I pet him.

I'm a fuckin badass (for being pretty out of shape, and certainly not used to this work).  The father pointed out that "This is the first time we've brought the hay in without any bellyaching".  We had salad and chicken breast and shared stories.  Got payed well, too.

The goat was the one who showed up in my latest Fallen London dream, heh.  So cute, for being full sized and demanding.  He kept hooking my pocket with his horns to demand headpats.  Apparently he usually goes for belt loops.  The father chased him around, and he pranced excitedly like freakin Bambi.

[Hanslanda]

I helped my housemate's family bring in the hay.  Jeezum crow.

Spoiler: Me bragging about how much it hurts (click to show/hide)

I'm pretty badly sunburned, I forgot my gloves for the bale wires, I wore a black shirt and struggled with heat exhaustion half the time.  My upper arms got covered with micropunctures that welted up like hives.  There's like an extra bale's worth in my shoes.  The straw in my eyes had me blinking so much that all light sources are massive vision-filling coronas.  My foot keeps cramping.  A goat almost peed on my boots while I pet him.

I'm a fuckin badass (for being pretty out of shape, and certainly not used to this work).  The father pointed out that "This is the first time we've brought the hay in without any bellyaching".  We had salad and chicken breast and shared stories.  Got payed well, too.

The goat was the one who showed up in my latest Fallen London dream, heh.  So cute, for being full sized and demanding.  He kept hooking my pocket with his horns to demand headpats.  Apparently he usually goes for belt loops.  The father chased him around, and he pranced excitedly like freakin Bambi.

Hard-working person who's gender I shall not assume five! Go you mate! Hard work is enjoyable in a strange masochistic way.

[LordBaal]

Ahh blisters in your hands, sunburns in your neck and face, an aching body and that enormous satisfaction of being useful.

[Eric Blank]

I had to haul hay tonight too actually. Our neighbor moved away and couldnt take it with her, so she gave it to us, which is freaking awesome. It is heavy and irritating as shit, though.

[TD1]

Huh. Here, it's mostly machine-done. Though my father does speak fondly of cutting it with a scythe and using big wooden forks to gather it.

[NJW2000]

Huh. Here, it's mostly machine-done. Though my father does speak fondly of cutting it with a scythe and using big wooden forks to gather it.

I helped my housemate's family bring in the hay.  Jeezum crow.

I had to haul hay tonight too actually. Our neighbor moved away and couldnt take it with her, so she gave it to us, which is freaking awesome. It is heavy and irritating as shit, though.

Question, guys:

How do they store the hay where you guys are? Hay bales? What size and shape? Do you use those silage wrappers?

Do you use haystacks? What kind?

[TD1]

Very interested, there.

Hay bales wrapped with the silage wrapper, left either in a barn or outside. Often pyramidical stacking.

[LordBaal]

Very interested, there.

Hay bales wrapped with the silage wrapper, left either in a barn or outside. Often pyramidical stacking.

So the souls of the noble farmers can rise high into the stars and take their place among the Gods of course.

[Rolan7]

They were like... 4ft long rectangular prisms, about the circumference of a prickly hug.  So bulky but relatively light, just enough to where we even I could lift them over my head for stacking (other people were tossing occasionally, I couldn't manage that).  I'm pretty sure I saw a farm machine make a couple, by driving over already cut hay and pooping bales out the back.  Each was secured by two loops of red plastic string.

We stacked the rectangles in towers of 3 in the barn, with pallets at the bottom.  Each layer alternated in arrangement, kinda like a Jenga tower, for stability.  During the loading and unloading we had someone standing several layers up, taking the incoming bales and arranging them properly.  We ended up building about about three levels above my head, in the barn!

Spoiler: Here's a pic of the back of the main trailer (click to show/hide)

About half of that back row fell off when the strap came undone, but fortunately we weren't on the road yet.  We transferred them to a different trailer and everything worked out.

We only found out about the job the day before, because it depended on weather a lot.  Apparently they usually wait for an even hotter day, because the dryer the bales the better (less chance of spontaneous combustion, besides being much lighter).  But there was thunder rolling in the distance as we finished up, and sure enough it rained last night.  Just in time~

Anyway, the farm also had massive round bales in the barn which had to be moved by rolling into a trailer, two at a time.  We didn't have to move many of those though, just fed the horses in the far pastures.  There was this big plastic watertank about the same size which we used to fill their water troughs, by holding a piece of PVC up to the outlet.  The water pressure made it shoot quite a ways horizontally!

Oh, and I'm sore today, but it's not as bad as I expected.  My eyes were crusted shut but they recovered overnight, and the sunburn... isn't nearly as bad as I expected.