rebranding

I’m getting so boring with this I might have to rename my blog “my adventures with irrigation systems” *rolls eyes*

I fixed the main problem with that 5th solenoid valve yesterday, the common wire (a bodge by the previous owner) had broken just out of sight of the hole I’d dug to uncover the valve. Fixed that with a new spur from a known working common wire and once I attached one of the spare wires in the control box to a spare terminal, the valve sprung to life. Woo!

A few tests and stuff later, it really looked like it was all working, so I set about routing my new spur common wire under the ground to the 5th valve. Once it was all wired up, a quick test showed it was all working. Buried the cables, filled in back over the valves and tested again.

*pooof*

The fuse in the control box went. I must have a dodgy joint (most likely the power or common to solenoid connection) or the originally broken common is stuffing up. I’ll get some new fuses some proper cable joiners (rather than just tape) and fix up the common later and see whats what

So near, and yet so far..

waterworld

Irrigation, reticulation, sprinklers, watering, call it what you will, its all the same and I flimmin’ well hate it.

So, after getting a new pump for the bore, it turned out the pump relay was also busted (probably happened as the old pump burned out) so that needed a sparky to come out and replace it – simple job actually, but not one I could (or would be allowed, regulations here being what they are) sort.

So, with working pump again, all the sprinklers were working, except the troublesome single station from before. It took a few hours of buggering about with the retic repair guy, changing cables, wires, testing with multimeters, changing solenoids, cleaning valves etc before we kinda diagnosed the problem.

Problems, actually.

The wiring is crap – each of the control wires for the other 4 stations has power when they shouldn’t
Theres no separate common for the valves, just, it seems, a shared one for the pump.
None of the wires to the troublesome 5th solenoid seem to work at all.

So, to fix it – I need to run a new cable from the control box to the 5th solenoid with a new common and new control wire. 30 metres of it, up the wall, along the garage roof, down the wall, along the bottom of the fence for 20 metres and into the valve.

Then, just need to rejig the order the valves are wired into the controller, put the last of the turf back and its done. And I’ll be $1000 poorer.

And then there’s the aircon, which I suspect isn’t working because the ducting has come away from the bottom of the evaporative housing.

Contourhouse

I’ll take a look, but I bet I’ll have to call someone out.. *sigh*

snippets

I adore this blog http://fuckyouverymuch.dk/

I know it has a rude word in it, but I think its very clever. A little visual journey through the eyes of a young couple in simple photos and very few words.

I wish I’d though of it, that’s how good I think it is.

jibber jabber

I used to think it was spam choked up the internet, millions and millions of unsolicited emails every second.

I was mistaken, it appears Stephen Fry is now the main drain on the worlds bandwidth. Not directly, and I’m not blaming him, but its just the way the internet is these days.

The cause of this blockage is called social networking, and technically, even blogs like this very one are part of it.

Back in the day, a few people with talent generated content for the internet. It initially required some geeks to help do the coding, and the geeks and nerds soon got fed up with this and made some applications and websites that creative types could use without having to interrupt them from their all night gaming sessions.

Usenet – bulletin boards – trolls were invented. Spam, garbage. They became shite
Then it all got more fancy and people spread themselves out a bit.

Soon everyone had a website. Most were shite.
Soon everyone had a blog. Most were shite.

There’s a reason for 99% them being crap and going nowhere.

It takes effort to write original thoughts day after day, to keep content updated, to be interesting, to want to seek and develop a readership, to be kind and courteous. And most people don’t have it in them. Either the effort, the drive, the words, the creativity, the originality or all of the above.

So then – here’s where the internet has all gone wrong. With Twitter and Facebook, anyone can write stuff and lots of people (the social part of social networking) get to see it. Before, with blogs, you had to make an audience. Now, anyone can add all their mates to Facebook and start publicly talking shite in small and manageable bursts. Worse still, as lots of these people are incapable of originality, its all copied and forwarded stuff. And with the 6 degrees of separation thing, pretty soon, word gets around.

Why is this a bad thing?

Well, it means the proletariat, the great unwashed, Joe Public gets to speak and people have no choice but to hear them. No longer is the internet a safe haven of intelligent life, its now the gutter full of crap, endlessly copied and pasted, forwarded, recycled like London drinking water. This sounds terribly elitist and I guess it is really. I really don’t want to hear a billion people who’s IQ places them in to the retarded category of intelligence. I want peace, intelligence, clarity and debate with people who’s idea of original thought is more than copy and paste.

So, back to poor old Stephen Fry. He uses Twitter. A lot. And, as he’s rather funny, most of the people in the visible universe follow him on there. So, as a consequence, when he writes something of interest, as he so often does being a clever and articulate chap, a few million people copy and paste, retweet, blog, facebook update, myspaceface it, whatever. And their few millions of friends all do the same. And suddenly, Stephen Fry, by proxy, has blocked the internet with endless jibber jabber, static, noise, garbage and the utter polar opposite of original thought.

That’s why social networking is a bad thing. People can’t be trusted with it. For the most part, they are too universally stupid to use it for the advancement of the human race. Instead, its like a endless echoes of people getting hot under the collar about something in the Daily Mail that, frankly, I don’t give a toss about.

Fremantle

Jay and I are off to have a day out in Freo today for our anniversary and it looks as if summer is here – 34 degrees and sunshine.

A bit of shopping perhaps, a walk around the Fremantle Markets some tapas for lunch at the Mad Monk, Mao’s Last Dancer the cinema and then, depending on time and appetite, maybe a hot chocolate in the Chocolateria San Churros or perhaps a refreshing beer at Little Creatures

And I’m taking the Holga ๐Ÿ™‚

See yer all later

spiderific

For those of a delicate persuasion, look away now, go google kittens and stuff.

I was in the shed doing things blokes do in sheds (organise tools, tidy up, take stock, tinker with my bike etc) when I saw a huntsman

yey – I had reported a few weeks ago that I thought the huntsman was dead – well, it might have been and this could be a youngster, or maybe it moulted – who knows. Anyways, it was pretty dark, so I couldn’t really take decent photos, but – here’s my feeble attempt at ISO4000 on the camera.

Mr (or Mrs) Huntsman

huntsman

huntsman


huntsman

huntsman

I hope he/she lives a long a happy life – I’m leaving it be and making sure its safe – as big and fast moving as it is (about 6 inches/15cm across), its part of a healthy redback/whitetail eating ecosystem that I fully encourage

bore-ing

So, the pump is shot. have to get a new one at a cost of $650

meh.

The rest of the system looks to be in good shape now – just need to sort that one solenoid (now I know how – just unscrew the center pin and it opens the valve up – job done.

Good news though, is by Tuesday, hopefully this will all be fixed so I can get on with the task of feeding and regrowing the grass ๐Ÿ™‚

FAIL

I give in, I’ve called an irrigation expert to come round this afternoon – the pump packed in today *sob*

Thats pretty much everything mechanical in the house thats been replaced or fixed so far!

more things off the list..

Been a busy boy this week – managed to get a few things done from the list

Fixed the leaking hot water relief valve. Well, thats a slight untruth – one of my friends who had some spare PTFE tape and a spanner put the new valve on for me. I could have done it, but I’d just spend a fortune on tools and didnt want to buy a wrench just for that one job.

Uncovered another solenoid valve in the garden – the mystery of the reticulation continues – one of the wires was broken but fixing it didnt wake it work. However, removing the inspection screw and allowing water to escape from the top of the solenoid valve made the non-functioning sprinklers work. Go figure.

Have no idea what that means or how to fix it. I might just cut the bloody thing out of the loop and be done with it – I’m not sure I need another working station in the back, it can all run off the one circuit and I’ll throttle the individual sprinklers as needed to adjust the flow.

The good news is I can put most of the garden back now, fill in all the holes and settle and fix all the remaining sprinklers. Its just a matter of chopping the valve out and gluing in a new T section. Easy job.

Weed and feeded (fed?) the front lawn last night. Its quite a big area and used an entire 11kg bag of the stuff. However it was a bit windy and I managed to snort 1/2 the bag up my nose like Amy Winehouse on a coke bender. I hope Ammonium Sulphate isnt toxic, cos all I can smell now is eggs and cleaning products. **sniff**

Oh, and I have a cold too. Which is nice. Not.

digging in the dirt

No, not a song by Peter Gabriel, but my own attempts at turning the back garden into a scene from Time Team.

time-team-dig

Spent yesterday digging up the back garden to try to make sense of the irrigation system. First, I fixed the broken pipe and sprinkler – a five minute task made much harder as its not obvious in the shop which parts go with what. I got there in the end.

I now have an archaeological dig of a garden, complete with exploratory trenches. All I’m missing is a seismic survey report and some broken pottery.

So, I’ve randomly found a blue control wire (which I know is important, as I found it in another part of the garden and when I fixed a break in it, the irrigation started to work again), a solenoid valve (used to control where the water comes on from the main control station), doubled up pipes and also a vanishing pipe (is in one trench, but has vanished by the time it should have hit a second trench – where it goes and why is anyone’s guess)

I’m kinda resigned to the fact that I shall have to unearth the whole damn system before I know how it works. I have my suspicions (for the record) that the non functioning sprinklers are on a separate control station, but I haven’t found the solenoid valve that controls that yet.

More digging later and possibly some photos too.