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I'm with Jade on this new season.
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I'm with Jade on this new season.
A little ramble on the season. ('Falling for you'! Hah! I KILL me!)
With all the troubles I've been having with my car, perhaps I should look at getting a new one?
No boxy frame, no heavy CRT, just a holographic high definition TV made out of a big piece of glass.
"You refuse to evacuate even though Hurricane Rita could hit at any time? Fine. Just take this magic marker and write your social insurance number and next of kin on your body for us, okay? It'll help us identify your body afterwards."

Plant them eight inches apart and water frequently! Hah!
Kids will happen eventually. Are we ready? Is it even possible to be ready? We don't think so.
Who doesn't want a motorhome that doubles as a houseboat?
A little gruesome breakfast reading: Why are bodies in the water always facedown?.
This sounds like the sort of interjection Connie would make.
Hee!
Seriously. Isn't there enough creepy old men leering over fences and bushes in this world without buying and erecting fake ones?
Should one of my neighbors stick this up, there may be a shocking accident with a shovel head.
Not much to say this week, so I'll ramble about the cats. That's always fun.
Want a good writing exercise? Write yourself a two paragraph movie review. Then, re-write it three times, using entirely different styles.
Fluffy box copy! Film snob! Generic acceptable-by-everyone-and-offend-no-one! Bitter lesbian extremist!
(Maybe not the last one.)
My brain hurts.
Okay, so I'm walking to the mechanic this morning to drop off the keys and what do I see driving along the road? A JCB tractor! And it's HOLDING UP TRAFFIC! Hee!
This will make sense if you wated the video referred to in the link the the above paragraph.
Woo! A raise! Slightly above average increase!
So we're driving home Friday from Connie and Colin's house. As we were planning on going to the funeral Saturday morning, we figured it would be a good idea to fill the tank then, rather than fuss around in the morning. We gas up at Safeway (getting 7 cents off -- only 107.9! Woo! Grumble).
And the car won't start. Won't even turn over for God's sake. Turning the ignition to Accessories works fine but the moment we try to turn her over, it's dead battery time.
A boost manages to get things started and we trundle on home, and call Dad to pop by Saturday to take a look.
So much for the funeral. Sigh.
Dad comes over. Car won't start, even when boosted. Dad tests the battery and finds that something, somewhere is draining the battery. Even when the car isn't running, the power is draining away somewhere.
We run out, buy a tow cable and haul the car across the road to the mechanic. Wow. Being towed in a car with no power steering or brakes in the pouring rain is FUN.
So this morning the mechanics take a look. Seems there is a short in one of the batteries cells. The battery itself is shorting out the battery. I didn't even know that was possible.
Ugh. That's waaaaay too much money we've spent on the car in the last month. And we'll still need to do the fuel pump sometime in the next six months.
Okay, this is funnier than the movie likely was.
Trailer Crashers inserts you into the trailer for Wedding Crashers as one of the main characters. Here's me as
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Oh yeah. Rapid-fire marshmallow gun.
I want a bigger version so I can make it my desktop image.
Is everyone having car problems these days? Sheesh...
We pulled into the garage Sunday after visiting the Crossroads Market, and suddenly huge gouts of white steam are pouring out of the engine. Fluid is dripping out the bottom of the engine -- engine coolant. Again.
I tracked it down. Pinhole break in a high-pressure coolant hose spraying fluid directly onto the distributor and all over the engine block. Lovely.
Dad and I took a look last night at replacing it ourselves, but after a lot of fussing, we realized that if this hose is busted, then the other coolant hoses are likely going as well.
Screw it. Dropped it off at Certigard this morning and they phoned back with a quote. If we just replace the one hose (and the fan belt, which I noticed was badly cracked) it would come to $260. But, yes, all the other hoses need replacement immediately. So $450 plus taxes.
Ugh.
Luckily, things are looking up. Lisa is still on strike, but she has a very positive looking part-time job interview next week, and some other financial possibilities have come to light. We should be able to squeak through.
For those of you wondering about the humor in the whole 'Aristocrats' joke, it's only really funny when told by Bob Newhart.
A sad one today, commemorating the loss of the friend.
This is so very, very wrong. Who's Lovin' Your Mama by Kennedy.
While I sympathize with the folks who suffered unimagineable losses from Hurricane Katrina and wish I could do more than the regular cycle of donations I do right now, one question keep occuring to me -- why the hell is New Orleans below sea level in the first place? Whose freaking bright idea was that?
Lots of you probably have the same question, and here's your answer.
In short, New Orleans is in such an ideal area for commerce, they put up with all the problems of the area. As the city grew, they needed more land and drained areas to fill that need. It just evolved into the mess they have today.
My favorite is the swim meet.