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Sun 26 Feb, 2006 05:45 pm
I just moved into a new apartment recently. When I moved in, I realized that all the knobs for the top of the oven were there, but the one that controlled the actual oven part of it was missing. Just a little metal thingie stuck out there. No big deal, right? Well...
Tonight I come home with some lasagna that needs to be heated up, so I go to the oven to do just that. I quickly realize that I can't turn the damn thing on without the metal grabby thingies (I think some people call them pliers, but I'm not sure). So I get the metal grabbie thingies and grab the little metal thingie that turns the oven part on. Somehow I twist it the right way to get the oven turned on, and although I can't tell how high the heat is, it's on, I can heat up my dinner, and that's all I need to know for now.
So I go check out what's on TV for a few minutes, and when my food has been in there a reasonable amount of time, I return to the oven to retrieve my dinner.
But when I try to turn off the damn oven, it won't turn off. I can see orange flames reflecting on the tray at the bottom of the broiler, and even after I turn the little knobbie all the way to the left with the metal grabbie thingies, the flames are still on. So I wait a couple minutes, thinking maybe it takes a little time to turn off (what the hell, I don't know), but the flames' reflection is still there. I eat my dinner quickly and hope it goes off while I'm eating. It doesn't.
So I go back to the metal on/off thingie with the metal grabby thingies, and I turn it back all the way to the right until it won't go anymore. Flames still there.
I turn it all the way back to the left again. Flames still there.
I wait about five seconds before I lose it and start randomly yanking the damn metal on/off thingie back and forth angrily, hoping that will work. Light swearing ensues. Finally, I give up and start to think about going down to the super's apartment.
But before I do that, I think, let me just give it one more try. So I get the metal grabby thingies one last time, and I grab the metal on/off thingie, and I gently turn it to the right...and suddenly, magically, the damn oven turns off. Success. Triumphant dance ensues. I go back to watching TV.
Twenty minutes later...
Hmmm...Didn't I turn the oven on by turning it to the right? How could turning it back all the way to the right, which ignites the burners, turn it off now? Hmmm...and is that...is that gas I smell?
Whatever. I think I'll go light a few candles and relax.
It's possessed. Call an exorcist!
have you considered that some at the gas company might be trying to kill you?
Hmmmmm.
Some oven knob thingies need to be pushed in first before they are turned. I think. Damned if I know.
I had an old O'Keefe and Merritt in my last house, and grew to be crazy happy about it, but before that I was crazy perplexed.
First of all, I can't smell gas. Right-O, I am one of the odd humans with very diminished sense of smell. I am aware this is dangerous. Anyway, the oven kept not working. I'd put a chicken in to roast, set it to 375, whatever, leave the kitchen with it roasting away and go to the computer nook.
I'd come back later, oven cold. What? Turned out it was some sort of thermocouple thingy. Still, I had trouble, since the oven seemed to shut off on me. Kept having the old stove guy out. It ended up I figured out it was on all the time, after the thermocouple chapter of repairs-r-us, that it would just seem out.
Anyway, the stove and I came to some mutual accomodation and I grew to appreciate its completely onpoint temperature maintaining.
What does this have to do with your problem? Nothing at all, just wanted to talk w'you, miss you around more often, Kick.
I know the feeling....when I lived in Oz the damn oven there, tried on several occasions to turn me into the human flaming torch, everytime I tried to use the little gas clicky thing the landlord gave to me to ignite it on the 'inside' of the oven nothing immediate would happen , upon smelling the gas seep out I would frantically click this stupid thing to no end...then on the final click a ball of fire would emit from the oven, hence singeing all the hairs on my arm including my fringe and eyelashes
I dont think I would ever own a gas oven.
I know a lot about ovens because I am an Electrician and Jewish.
Find the shut off valve to the entire stove/oven unit and turn the ****** off.
If you actually turned the oven knob clockwise to turn it off, and unless the other knobs turn clockwise to turn off (doubtful) you have righteously fucked up the oven gas valve.
And fer **** sake ******* Kicky what the **** are you ******* doing ******* around with the ******* gas when you ******* don't know what the **** you are ******* doing?
Where would he find the valve Chumly? I know that sounds maybe like a stupid question, but I wouldn't know where to look.
Osso, yeah, I remember my old oven did that. You had to push it in to turn it.
I like the ones that have the electronic starters.
Well I do not know NY gas install codes, nor the age of his building, but I doubt they differ much in an important safety aspect like this, so in general it should very near the unit and inline with the gas pipe feed.
Awww...you guys don't know what real living is...
In my very first apartment, I had a really old fashioned gas stove. You had to turn the gas on, then light it with a match.
One time, I had the gas turned up just a little bit too high....when I lit it, my eyebrows got singed!
Good times, good times!
Chumly wrote:Well I do not know NY gas install codes, nor the age of his building, but I doubt they differ much in an important safety aspect like this, so in general it should very near the unit and inline with the gas pipe feed.
Unit?
Inline?
Gas pipe feed?
Not so fast there Mario Andreti....remember, you're dealing with
1. A person who earlier today could not figure out how to turn the TV on, and
2. Someone who calls a pair of pliers "thingies"
Osso, you bring nostalgia to my heart. I used to work in the electro-plating department of O'Keefe and Merrit, plating the door handles of the range.
I know my oven is not out to kill me, but I can't say the same for my refrigerator.
My waffle iron looks at me funny sometimes.
I think he hangs out too much with the coffee maker, it overtly hates me.
JL, that stove of mine was a must-include in selling my house. The old craftsman type buyers that bid on it all insisted on the oven as part of the deal. Schniff....
Funny stuff!
Did you like the part about me being Jewish and ovens?
Unit: that would be the device itself, in this case the stove/oven.
Inline: the shutoff valve screws into the gas pipe "in line" with the gas pipe.
Gas pipe feed: that is where the gas pipe comes from i.e. it feeds from some location.
Well, I looked for the pipe feed valve thingie, but I couldn't find it.
Okay, so I really didn't look, but...what was I saying? I feel a little...lightheaded...lightheaded...light...now where did I put that lighter again...
Crank it up
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickycan all over the place.........
Flick the Bic
Ker-BLEWIE!!!!!!
That blowed up reeeal good!
Kickycan... are you there?
The real puzzler here is that kicky has an electric stove.
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