Shop Truths, Phrases, Tales; and Outright Lies

[Frank S]

yep must say that I ma in full agreement there my friend. I encountered a young man while in the middle East the company had hired and sent him to me for job placement evaulation.
Right out of the starting gate he stated that he was working on his master's thesis and that he was autodidact.
I said oh! So you are telling me you have zero formal studies yet you have already achieved or been awarded at a minimum 2 prior degrees, which I see listed here on your CV. since a Masters is a graduate level study they are not simply handed out to just anyone who writes a few thousand words down on paper

As to the thread reaching critical mass we are probably some 10,000 pages away from that. But if it happens I'm pretty sure that there would be a portal unseen by us until needed which would open allowing us to traverse back and forth through the transcendental dimensions.
But it may be be something like the impossibility of a true 2 dimensional existence once a line has been drawn on it. Flat plane in appearance yes but even if a sketch were drawn form lines that were only 1 molecule wide it would have at least 1 molecule in height therefore a sketch to me at least is 3 dimensional.
so why wouldn't there be a portal. It may be that HMT is in itself another dimension

[C-Bag]

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[Frank S]

First off you got to love this thread for its longevity.

THe rolling mill I bought had a 15 KW motor 280 mm diameter rollers by 300 mm wide the shafts were 110 mm diameter so it was not a little girl machine
A large part of it was clearly an in house fabrication by who ever built it in the first place and due to the accumulation of slag it was most likely used to roll hot billet but it was obvious that it had not been in service for a very long time since nothing rusts like that in the desert without sitting there for a very long time
The only pics I have of it are after it had been pressure washed to remove a 20 mm thick layer of dust by the guy I bought it from






What I was planning on doing with it was to clean it up and polish the rollers then make several patterned dies that could be put on one roller and add a hard rubber wrap to the other one. This way I would have been able to roll whichever pattern a customer chose onto 300 mm aluminum or copper strips to make decorative cladding or trim work this was to be an additional division of the company I was with since I had already set up 6 separate stand alone divisions within the company in the first place I was confident that my marketing staff would have a ball with the new product line.

[Carlos B]

Ha Ha very heavy duty, I'd love to play with a machine like that, my shop isn't big enough tho. Here's a plan for the little girl version.





Its was built for cold rolling but should be able to do small hot rolling as well. The plan is in this book, published by Tab in 1983. Theres also a short write up and material list.

[Frank S]

Actually the 15 KW should have been 11 KW as you can see in the next to last picture
the thing weight 2 or 3 tons those large side frames were cut from solid 150 mm thick steel plate not fabricated

[Toolmaker51]

Actually the 15 KW should have been 11 KW as you can see in the next to last picture the thing weight 2 or 3 tons those large side frames were cut from solid 150 mm thick steel plate not fabricated

Well, at that weight you chose to make it a 'rolling, Rolling Mill'...

What happens if Dachshund runs through a rolling mill?......

[Toolmaker51]

While we're on the subject of Shop Truths, Phrases, Tales; and Outright Lies; here's a hijack!
Yes, I'm at the reins of a new search; someplace better at fostering a steady stream of incoming work. Ours is so niched, they may have lost the ability to knock on new doors, let alone email...
I never minded knocking on doors resume-CV in hand, not how it's done these days. Frankly old way terribly labor intensive.
But volume lowers quality, even with specific search terms.
Boatloads of job sites use cookies and search parameters, pirate your contact info and history, forwarding crap to your in-box.
Soooo, I have at 'em. Sometimes it works.
Unsubscribes fine; HATE the 'Sorry to see you go! phrase so ignorantly applied. I'm bailing that you offer zero.
I submit here an email 'enfilade' to just such an intruder.
Port Side to the mizzen tops! Standby to repel boarders!

Ms. Williams;

I'm a Toolmaker, Tool Designer, Machinist, Inspector, QA Specialist, Millwright, Welder.
I get emails.
I get emails prompted by search terms at web jobsites.
Within are descriptive, viable links to positions restrained by that search.

I get job emails chock full of baristas, waiters, sales, RN's, and clerks.
That's advertising and marketing; not return-on-search.

I delete or more often, block emails.

Care to guess which?

Your (and I quote) "Interview Request" titling is cheap bait, as no such date is indicated or even alluded to.
That doesn't help your case at all.

My job search is no portal for you to avail as free property, or trespass.
Signed
(ne Toolmaker51)

Despite many addressees, this is directed toward a single operation. Bcc's, regard it as entertainment and maybe a bit of guidance.

[C-Bag]

These job searches fill me with dread. Almost as bad as hearing a friend has been diagnosed with some dreaded disease.

I hope something worthwhile turns up TM and this torture is short lived.

[Toolmaker51]

These job searches fill me with dread. Almost as bad as hearing a friend has been diagnosed with some dreaded disease.

I hope something worthwhile turns up TM and this torture is short lived.

Disease is dreadful.

Jobs less so, by far. Those occasional broadsides break up monotony, lessen melancholy, and cause little pain. And if one should come to attention of a hiring body and incense them, I probably don't belong there.

[Toolmaker51]

It's time to interject some levity with a true event. Over yonder, (new posts) there's a discussion on saving mental space, preserving information by written means. It started with Rick Sparber's hack; simply marking a yard sprayer to indicate desired ratio of weed killer to water. Translucent poly container, black felt-tip pen, 2 horizontal lines for volume - one for concentrate, one for dilution. Voilà, even saves rinsing a measuring cup.
Homemade Spray Concentrate Mark - HomemadeTools.net

Anyway weed killer always brings the following two instances to mind.
Mid 1980's a TV commercial on garden pests, both insects and vegetation, demonstrated what was called a 'duster'. They were hand pumped canisters to distribute powdered chemicals. Probably time-lapse photography, showed the effect on bugs dropping off desirable plants, presumably dead.
If it would have been animated, they'd have X's over their eyes. LoL.
Same period of time, some kind of sensitivity overtook outdoor shows. Fish were released, a hunter would take game, all that was shown might be a fluttering duck or deer falling into the grass. Graphic scenes were for movies, and mature TV; but where the goal was recreation and feeding ourselves someone drew a line. Movies had already started posting the No Animals Were Harmed in the Filming of this Motion Picture statement.

Significant other and I watched outdoor shows regularly. Both are interested in nature and it's many facets. The described commercial came on. With all seriousness of a Shakespearean actor, I posed indignant dis-belief the commercial depicts extermination of bugs. Fetching the phone-book, I 'found' the animal preservation or humane association, pretending to call and report what we had seen. One sided conversation of course, but the resident female was conned into it being real.
After a short time, my 'outrage' was reduced to 'Oh, that's different...', 'We didn't realize...' and of course 'Yes, and thank you so very much...', and I sat back down.
Hmmph. A minute passes, barely able to conceal the punchline I'd composed.
She asks now inpatient, 'Well?' 'Wha'd they say?'.

Oh, they are completely aware of these, even sanction the advertising!
'But what about the bugs?'

That's OK too, they use stunt bugs!

I think the howling lasted 20 minutes. Is anything more fun than spontaneous humor?
Had occasion to talk to her sometime back, 20 years later and still laugh about it. Among other things, that's what friends are for.

Number two. We'd often dine with our best of all friends at their house. Mainly due to them having four children and not as readily mobile, and my house wasn't ever the largest available resort. Both women are fine cooks and enjoyed working together. The males had what amounts to boundless appetites; but my tastes were broader, not gourmet, just a few degrees less conventional.
Friend's wife caters his preferences, yet still tried new things on him. Salads were not a good proving ground. Sliced tomato, shredded cheese, maybe olives, sunflower seeds but NO exotic greens; iceberg only! Endive, radicchio, chard, even romaine hearts rejected. Nix, nada, no-way Jose. No slender leaves, curly or pointed edges; just wide and pale green.

Well one time his attention was not so intense and he sat to a bowl of mixed greens and little else in the way of ingredients. For whatever reason all the dressings are at my end of the table.

Hey, Mike, what dressing would you like?

His reply was "Ya got any RoundUp down there?"

Needless to say the laughter endures to this day.