P from AustinModHouse came over to help me put up a shade sail that was supposedly custom tailored in Australia. Apparently, they make better sails than the rest of the world, even though the Egyptians actually came up with the idea.
We started with the best of intentions but were quickly sidetracked by Chic-fil-A Chicken Biscuits.
MSG is a helluva drug ;)
After deciding our tool collection sucked, it was off to the local hardware store in the Silver Sled.
At this point, we were feeling pretty good and looking forward to the beer at the end of the tunnel. But after forcefully unfurling the sail in the most masculine manner possible, we discovered that it was, well... somewhat irregularly shaped.
A proud Master-P braved the crevice below to illustrate the poor sail's shortcomings.
Just like Humpty Dumpty, all the King's horses and men just couldn't get that sumbitch back together again.
After fumbling about a bit and ruminating on the nature of Australian shade sails in general, we decided to experiment. Perhaps we just positioned it the wrong way...
Ol' Dad explored the seedy underbelly of Aussie.
After working through our desperation and nihilist angst, we decided to try the scientific approach in order to confirm our shade-tree sail installer suspicions.
Master-P struggled to make sense of it all.
After an exhaustive set of measurement, forgetfulness, remeasurement and finding a pen and paper, we confirmed that something was flat-out off about Aussie.
We even managed to convince Mama - not an easy task!
Dejected at being humiliated by a mere sheet of woven nylon, we decided to rebuild our fragile male egos in the only way possible.
Ol' Dad and his ego boost beer.
Master-P felt much more at ease after the break.
Although completely unintended and in no way acceptable to more sober individuals, the result was quite appealing after four hours in the hot Austin sun.
Master-P in the cover photo of his upcoming CD, Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot.
very funny