NotJustANumber99 posted:

Hadlock posted:

In the UK because you drive on the other side of the road, does that mean the drive thru runs clockwise around the building? Because it looks like you're setup for cars to wrap counter clockwise around the building like they do in the states

Party Boat posted:

Seems unnecessarily complex. Just use a couple of those lane switching junctions like they have in Macau:



You already have foundations rated for this scale of infrastructure so it should be a quick job

Hadlock posted:

In the UK because you drive on the other side of the road, does that mean the drive thru runs clockwise around the building? Because it looks like you're setup for cars to wrap counter clockwise around the building like they do in the states

NotJustANumber99 posted:

Where I've left the insulation and then moved it theres like a dry shadow on the floor?



Dunno what thats about.

Bobby Deluxe posted:

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“A vast and L-shaped house of stone
Stands in the village... Near it, on the sand,
Not sunk, a great foundation lies, whose floor,
And heating track, and aerate bricks out fanned,
Tell that its builder well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The thread that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is not just a number, ninety nine;
Look on my house, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The surprisingly level foundations stretch far away.”

Bobby Deluxe posted:

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“A vast and L-shaped house of stone
Stands in the village... Near it, on the sand,
Not sunk, a great foundation lies, whose floor,
And heating track, and aerate bricks out fanned,
Tell that its builder well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The thread that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is not just a number, ninety nine;
Look on my house, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The surprisingly level foundations stretch far away.”

everdave posted:

They told me to build a foundation
That could support our entire nation
So I got to work very soon
And built the guys their own break room
But alas my truck got too hot!
A new engine is my need so I thought
Well maybe I should have inquired
Because none of these things were required and now here we are, posting from afar
While my subscribers keep clicking a fiver

builds character posted:

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou old and overheated piece of poo poo.
Chain winch doth shake the broken motor 'way,
And new placed replaced soon anew in bits.
Sometime too hot the radiator whines,
And coolant overheating bearings seize,
And RPM from revs sometime declines,
By misuse, maintenance foregone, final wheeze.
But thy horrendous SNAFUs shall not fade,
Nor blunders you, dishonest, disavow,
Nor time and paywall memory abrade,
When goldmined doth eternity endow
So long as engineering brain conceit,
Long life to hubris, folly, self deceit.

Bobby Deluxe posted:

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“A vast and L-shaped house of stone
Stands in the village... Near it, on the sand,
Not sunk, a great foundation lies, whose floor,
And heating track, and aerate bricks out fanned,
Tell that its builder well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The thread that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is not just a number, ninety nine;
Look on my house, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The surprisingly level foundations stretch far away.”

Bobby Deluxe posted:

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“A vast and L-shaped house of stone
Stands in the village... Near it, on the sand,
Not sunk, a great foundation lies, whose floor,
And heating track, and aerate bricks out fanned,
Tell that its builder well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The thread that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is not just a number, ninety nine;
Look on my house, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The surprisingly level foundations stretch far away.”

Bobby Deluxe posted:

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“A vast and L-shaped house of stone
Stands in the village... Near it, on the sand,
Not sunk, a great foundation lies, whose floor,
And heating track, and aerate bricks out fanned,
Tell that its builder well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The thread that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is not just a number, ninety nine;
Look on my house, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The surprisingly level foundations stretch far away.”

Bobby Deluxe posted:

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“A vast and L-shaped house of stone
Stands in the village... Near it, on the sand,
Not sunk, a great foundation lies, whose floor,
And heating track, and aerate bricks out fanned,
Tell that its builder well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The thread that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is not just a number, ninety nine;
Look on my house, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The surprisingly level foundations stretch far away.”

Bobby Deluxe posted:

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“A vast and L-shaped house of stone
Stands in the village... Near it, on the sand,
Not sunk, a great foundation lies, whose floor,
And heating track, and aerate bricks out fanned,
Tell that its builder well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The thread that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is not just a number, ninety nine;
Look on my house, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The surprisingly level foundations stretch far away.”

Bobby Deluxe posted:

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“A vast and L-shaped house of stone
Stands in the village... Near it, on the sand,
Not sunk, a great foundation lies, whose floor,
And heating track, and aerate bricks out fanned,
Tell that its builder well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The thread that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is not just a number, ninety nine;
Look on my house, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The surprisingly level foundations stretch far away.”

El Mero Mero posted:

This thread is unreasonably good

NotJustANumber99 posted:

That was just to win an argument with Bobby. I'm not a real architect but I have a degree in it.

WhatEvil posted:

Just caught up on the thread. Been loving the poetry.

I must have missed you saying you're an architect before, but I had money on you being either an architect or some sort of related field after seeing that you owned a Saab. It's pretty much only architects who drive (drove, RIP Saab cars) them.

It also makes perfect sense because all of the architects I've ever dealt with professionally have been good at drawing nice pictures of houses but had absolutely no clue at all when it came to any of the actual details, about anything.

Grey Hunter posted:

I wonder if they should make all architects build their own homes before signing them off.

Salisbury Snape posted:

the biggest confusion is why they insist on planning everything from a sea level datum point (that almost always gets immediately run over by a fork lift after being installed) rather than something easy to work from like the finished floor of the existing building