First Weber

Got a new Weber Performer. It uses a small propane tank. Can I leave the tank connected when I'm not using it?

This is my first time dealing with propane. The smaller disposable tank connects to the ignitor that my grill uses to light the charcoal. Do I need to unhook the tank after I'm done grilling, or is it okay to leave it connected, just be sure the knob is turned all the way off?

I'm just worried about a possible fire. Any safety advice you can give me would be very helpful.

I'm using it for the first time tonight, can't wait to try it out!

Would you invest $2,500 to get a 1920 Weber 6ft. Grand Piano?

Orginally it was going to be a private sale from an estate, $1200 was the asking price. After my tuner came out and said it had a cracked pin board, she said I could have it for free as long as I fixed it up. The case is in good shape, as is the action, expect for a few stuck dampers. For $2,500 my piano rebuilder is willing to install a new pin board, strings, refinsh the sound board (no cracks), and harp, and clean up the action and moving first to the rebuilders, and then to my home. For $400 more he will regulate the action. This guy is well respected, and has had a piano shop for 40 years. The refinishing is being done by one of the great shops and is being done as a favor. Would you spend the money and look for someting else?

why do you think people cheat on their significant others?

i ask this because: last night I went to a "get together"(ok a book club mtg about Carl Weber's book "the first lady") at one of my (female) friends house. One of her friends (we will call her Susie) burst out into tears in the middle if the meeting saying "I just found out my husband was cheating on me" well my friend and I was trying to comfort her she goes "why would I listen to you 2, no man is going to cheat on you guys" how stupid is that? I have been cheated on in the past and so had my friend (who I must say got really offended by this...she went off on the girl "i am trying to help you out and you...!!!) but anyhow...I said looks have nothing to do with why people cheat, maybe he was bored, weak.....well anyway what do you guys think?
yes Jake I am black, LOL
iamal...what does race have to do with cheating, people of different races have affairs-you sound like an idiot-GEEZ!

How does this first chapter sound to you?

Chris leant against the smooth brick, exhaling through his nose, his head tilted to the sky. He breathed in. Smoke and air. Smoke and air. The air cleared his head and the smoke filtered through his lungs, calming his nerves.

He liked how the smoke was carried up into the sky until he couldn’t see it anymore. The sky was typically neutral: grey and shrouded with clouds.

1:50pm, last period. Biology. He’d been called into Mrs Weber’s office on countless occasions, long lectures about how she could not understand why he was missing out on his best subject. He’d told her to fuck off and he was suspended for a week.

People who stuck their nose in where it wasn’t wanted pissed him off. He had this problem: if someone told him to do something he’d tell them to go screw themselves, regardless of whether it was something he actually wanted to do. Plus, he shared Biology with a couple of people he did not want to run into again.

The smoke sank into his lungs, a temporary relief.

‘Mind if I join you?’ the sudden noise made him jump, but he nodded grimly, recognising the voice as someone unlikely to beat him up.

She dropped her back to the floor and sat on it. Typical girl, he smirked. It wasn’t even raining.

‘You know you shouldn’t smoke. It’s bad for you.’ He turned to glare at her. She held up her hands like there was a gun to her head. ‘Alright, alright, I’ll shut up.’ There was silence as she watched him take another gulp of smoke, then, ‘Got a spare?’

He smirked. ‘Hypocrite,’ but extended the box. The company felt nice, even if it was Chloe Benson, the freak no one talked to. Because Chloe was weird, there was no doubt about it. Kept her head down, talked to no one. Trying not to draw attention, he supposed.

‘Ta.’

He watched as she held the cancer stick between her fingers and lit it, giving her face a warm glow. A car alarm blared in the distance, but it was a sound that Chris had zoned out to. She inhaled, the frown lines between her nose and forehead smoothing out.

‘Didn’t think you were the kind of guy to hang around behind a gym,’ she said conversationally between drags, pushing the straggly black hair from her face. ‘Very stereotypical, don’t you think.’

Chris scowled. He was starting to regret letting her sit with him – there were moments that didn’t require any noise. ‘That’s a big word from someone in the Disadvantaged Programme,’ he hissed irritably.

She didn’t reply, and took a deep drag, as if the cigarette was connected to her and was the only thing keeping her stable. ‘Could say the same for your brother. He called me “fucked up tart” today. I don’t think he knows what it even means.’

‘Oh, trust me, I expect he’s just heard everyone saying it,’ he mumbled, but quietly, so that she couldn’t hear him.

Something had stirred in his stomach at the mention of his brother. He had this deep, aching fear that something bad would happen to him, because he was a stupid little fucker who did whatever anyone told him to. ‘So why exactly are you here?’ Shit, now he was doing it!

Chloe glared at him, as if he was the one that had started the whole conversation. ‘I’m not in the mood for class,’ she told him irritably, the cigarette hanging from her fingers, ‘I just need to be on my fucking own right now.’ She turned away, her greasy hair shielding her face like a dark veil.

‘Well it’s a good thing you came to sit with me then. Are you going to make me leave?’ He grinned, enjoying his moment of fun. Her face remained pale and pasty, the corners of her mouth drawn down. ‘What crawled up your ass and died?’ he demanded heatedly. This girl was seriously pissing him off.

‘None of your fucking business,’ she snapped, elbow propped up on her knees.

Chris muttered something along the lines of ‘Little ray of sunshine,’ under his breath and swung his bag over his shoulder.

‘Where are you going?’ she demanded, sounding panicked.

‘Not that it’s any of your business, but do you really expect me to hang around with you, even though trust me, you are a little delight to be around.’

‘I’m pregnant,’ she blurted out suddenly, her eyes bright and glassy.

His footsteps ground to a halt with a skid of rocks underneath his feet. ‘Shit. What’d you tell me that for?’ He didn’t like that this girl trusted him – she was a stupid slut, he decided. Real stupid.

‘Felt like.’ She shrugged and smiled at him grimly. He was under the impression that she had just blabbed to shock him into staying with her.

‘Hold on, I’m not the dad am I?’ He grinned.

‘Fuck off.’

He stared down at her stomach, hidden underneath her school blazer. It was flat at the moment, but there was life in there. It was a messed up thought.

****It is meant to sound a little ... gritty, if that's the right word. I've written so many first chapters to this. Tell me what you think. It is
Bugger it - put it in the wrong category. Still, I'd apprieciate constructive criticism.

What do you think of my first chapter?

Chris leant against the smooth brick, exhaling through his nose, his head tilted to the sky. He breathed in. Smoke and air. Smoke and air. The air cleared his head and the smoke filtered through his lungs, calming his nerves.

He liked how the smoke was carried up into the sky until he couldn’t see it anymore. The sky was typically neutral: grey and shrouded with clouds.

1:50pm, last period. Biology. He’d been called into Mrs Weber’s office on countless occasions, long lectures about how she could not understand why he was missing out on his best subject. He’d told her to **** off and he was suspended for a week.

People who stuck their nose in where it wasn’t wanted pissed him off. He had this problem: if someone told him to do something he’d tell them to go screw themselves, regardless of whether it was something he actually wanted to do. Plus, he shared Biology with a couple of people he did not want to run into again.

The smoke sank into his lungs, a temporary relief.

‘Mind if I join you?’ the sudden noise made him jump, but he nodded grimly, recognising the voice as someone unlikely to beat him up.

She dropped her back to the floor and sat on it. Typical girl, he smirked. It wasn’t even raining.

‘You know you shouldn’t smoke. It’s bad for you.’ He turned to glare at her. She held up her hands like there was a gun to her head. ‘Alright, alright, I’ll shut up.’ There was silence as she watched him take another gulp of smoke, then, ‘Got a spare?’

He smirked. ‘Hypocrite,’ but extended the box. The company felt nice, even if it was Chloe Benson, the freak no one talked to. Because Chloe was weird, there was no doubt about it. Kept her head down, talked to no one. Trying not to draw attention, he supposed.

‘Ta.’

He watched as she held the cancer stick between her fingers and lit it, giving her face a warm glow. A car alarm blared in the distance, but it was a sound that Chris had zoned out to. She inhaled, the frown lines between her nose and forehead smoothing out.

‘Didn’t think you were the kind of guy to hang around behind a gym,’ she said conversationally between drags, pushing the straggly black hair from her face. ‘Very stereotypical, don’t you think.’

Chris scowled. He was starting to regret letting her sit with him – there were moments that didn’t require any noise. ‘That’s a big word from someone in the Disadvantaged Programme,’ he hissed irritably.

She didn’t reply, and took a deep drag, as if the cigarette was connected to her and was the only thing keeping her stable. ‘Could say the same for your brother. He called me “****** up tart” today. I don’t think he knows what it even means.’

‘Oh, trust me, I expect he’s just heard everyone saying it,’ he mumbled, but quietly, so that she couldn’t hear him.

Something had stirred in his stomach at the mention of his brother. He had this deep, aching fear that something bad would happen to him, because he was a stupid little ****** who did whatever anyone told him to. ‘So why exactly are you here?’ ****, now he was doing it!

Chloe glared at him, as if he was the one that had started the whole conversation. ‘I’m not in the mood for class,’ she told him irritably, the cigarette hanging from her fingers, ‘I just need to be on my ******* own right now.’ She turned away, her greasy hair shielding her face like a dark veil.

‘Well it’s a good thing you came to sit with me then. Are you going to make me leave?’ He grinned, enjoying his moment of fun. Her face remained pale and pasty, the corners of her mouth drawn down. ‘What crawled up your *** and died?’ he demanded heatedly. This girl was seriously pissing him off.

‘None of your ******* business,’ she snapped, elbow propped up on her knees.

Chris muttered something along the lines of ‘Little ray of sunshine,’ under his breath and swung his bag over his shoulder.

‘Where are you going?’ she demanded, sounding panicked.

‘Not that it’s any of your business, but do you really expect me to hang around with you, even though trust me, you are a little delight to be around.’

‘I’m pregnant,’ she blurted out suddenly, her eyes bright and glassy.

His footsteps ground to a halt with a skid of rocks underneath his feet. ‘****. What’d you tell me that for?’ He didn’t like that this girl trusted him – she was a stupid slut, he decided. Real stupid.

‘Felt like.’ She shrugged and smiled at him grimly. He was under the impression that she had just blabbed to shock him into staying with her.

‘Hold on, I’m not the dad am I?’ He grinned.

‘**** off.’

He stared down at her stomach, hidden underneath her school blazer. It was flat at the moment, but there was life in there. It was a messed up thought.

It's meant to sound a little ... gritty. I've written so many first chapters of this. What do you think? Not romance btw!
Just so you know, yahoo!answers bleeped out all the swearing. (Damn them..)