Part of the reason I went Canon for my new-to-me DSLR was a handful of lenses already on hand. Which I had, of course, misplaced. But I just found them and played with the nifty fifty and an old curtain. I shall name the following Milk Toast:
Though I may be doing insult to white bread and milk.
My basement is a crumbling stone foundation with dirt floor and a couple springs/poor drainage on the property. Any one of those is bad enough without having to combine them all into a murky subterranean lake. The wiring is all dangling, some running under the water, because people “helping” the elderly with home repair are lazy and borderline evil shitcunts. The plumbing is equally lazy with half-assed and leaky soldering jobs on the joints. Nevermind the nonsensical runs.
And now the hot water line has frozen and blown at an elbow. Now to find some solder, flux, abrasive to clean the joint, heat gun to melt the ice out of the pipe, a torch worth a damn, and try to patch my living nightmare back together. Fuck it all to hell.
And the channel name is just the best: