Wanton Destruction of Property
Dec 1st, 2006 by Alex
Few things are as fun as the wanton destruction of to-be-disposed-of property, especially when the property is composed of metal and the method involves lots of noise, sparks and power tools. Ah yes, power tools… the devices that turn sensible men into babbling idiots. It’s needless and unnecessary and enjoyable.
Clearing out some old theater gear, there were some strip light fixtures that were destined for the dumpster. The problem being that some of the strip lights were too long to fit in the dumpster. After beating the snot out of the them with an assortment of claw and No Bounce hammers, we got out the angle grinder. While shooting sparks all over the parking lot and innocent bystanders was quite a good time, it was clear that we would be there all night.
So bring out the cordless Milwaukee Sawzall…
There’s nothing like taking a Sawzall to a lighting rig — that’s caused you pain and agony over many many years — and sawing it in half. Sweet vindication! To be honest, I was amazed how easy it was. The bi-metal blade cut through the frame and electrical work with ease. We burned through three striplight rigs without changing the blade or the battery. All hail efficient destruction!
For some reason, taking a Sawzall to anything is a humorous thing. Not just a lighting rig, but anything. The more irregular the object, the more amusing it is. Like cutting a friend’s car in half or making them a sunroof. Or cutting a hole in the floor of an apartment. I know I’ve used one to “fix” mistakes made with other power tools. Crooked cut? No problem… get the Sawzall.
On a different note, the shower decided to call it quits this morning. Figure out the relevance between all of this and you get a cookie.
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My brother is such a fan of demo work that I bought him this for Christmas. Come to think of it, I want one too.
ACW: I’d love to meet the marketing guy that convinced the lawyers on the name. Hell, I could think of a million unanticated uses for it. Come to think of it. I don’t know what I wouldn’t use it for.