To: Maurice Winn who wrote (15874 ) 3/23/2007 8:46:51 PM From: Roebear Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 220085 Thank you Maurice, I see the suffocatocracy is by permitting and licensing, none of which is cheap. I notice the license fees are right up front and on the bottom line, which is as it should be for most important items, important to gov't paychecks that is, ggg. In US there is a uniform code, but yet it varies in practice even short distances as I noted in our last building experience last year. The contractors always seemed confused, except when it came to payday. I had to watch some of them like hawks, which does argue for inspectors, for those who know little about building. Last year was greatly different from my last experience 20 years ago, besides me getting a bit too old, busy and wise to do ALL the work, ggg. 20 years ago the work was done mostly by myself with the help of a few friends, my father helping me with the finish work. My father was a finish carpenter and we did all the cabinets, counter tops and fancy trim and even cut huge sheets of glass down and made our own windows. Of course the wife helped (a great painter/wallpaper/decorator). I did all the plumbing with no need to have a plumber sign off except for sewer connection, I did all the electrical work and had an electrician sign off after a quick peek. That was that. Which was a good thing because 20 years ago we were relatively and nominally poor, ggg. 20 years ago we really didn't see an "official" inspector until we were finished. When the assessor came a little later, 20 years ago, the dog and I (mostly the dog, a huge German Shepherd) chased the arrogant bugger off without a peek. The American Frontier John Wayne thingy I guess. Today I suppose me AND the dog would be in prison, probably for life. This time the assessor(s) were two pretty young girls. John Wayne is out of fashion and now also politically incorrect. The pretty ladies petted the huge German Shepherd (he was still a pup and he likes pretty young ladies also). I was feeling jovial and let them sneakily peek past me through the front door (all they could see was the hallway) and measure the outside of the large addition (bigger than original house). They asked a few questions, my reply always being "NO", but said with a smile. The dog and I waived goodbye when the young pretties left. The assessment came and it was exactly what I expected and reasonable. I was somewhat surprised, but I suppose they liked the puppy, he is very cute, his brothers and sister decorate doggy calendars, of course some folks think I belong on those too. I built to code 20 years ago also because I didn't want any problems and I take pride in doing things right, but no inspectors to check it really except a few blinks as mentioned... But all this recent adventure was built to code with numerous inspections, four figure inspector/permitting fees (total, some places it is 5 figures), construction held up for 3 weeks to move some joists 1/2" etc. Much of it I approved of as sound practice, but some of it was silly and just a pain in the arse and a punch on the lunch ticket for the inspector. A lunch ticket punch that cost me 3 weeks and thousands of $$ for no logical reason but the fine interpretation of a regulation that in my mind did not even apply and would have been OK 2 miles away. But you can't set the dog on them anymore, so you pay. I know how I want to build again, having learned over four houses and numerous projects, but maybe I better do it soon, before testosterone and the killing of sacred trees is outlawed. Perhaps someplace where there is no suffocatocracy, if there is such a place? I really hope someone tells me there is such a place! TJ will probably tell me HK, but I don't think I can afford to nail 2 2x4's together there, ggg. Best, Roebear