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January 16th, 2003

Bad: The Mystique's transmission is effed up. If you floor it, it doesn't like to shift out of first. It just hits the rev limiter and throws the car around until you ease up; then it shifts.

Good: The dealership is going to fix it at no cost to us.

IHOP has a new special thingy going on... all the pancakes you can eat for $3.99. Trouble is, pancakes are really filling, so saying "hey, here's all the FLAPJACKS you can possibly deal with!" really isn't saying much. Unless you're someone like Anthony*, then maybe you could put away ten bucks or so worth of pancakes. But to anyone who eats like a normal human, this isn't that big of a deal.

(* Anthony is this guy I used to work with. That guy can scarf down more food than anyone I've ever seen. He seriously is a human garbage disposal. I once saw him eat a one pound burger and then finish three other people's leftovers in one sitting. In public.)

Last night my goddamn dog ran away. Bailey, the young one. We went to Old Chicago as per usual, and when we got home, one of the dogs was gone. We prowled the neighborhood in first gear for about an hour before we decided to give up. I decided to cruise both of the streets adjacent to ours one more time. I saw some weird woman standing on her porch so I called out to her to ask if she'd seen my dog. Only time I did this all night. She said no, but when we pulled away, another woman two houses down came running out and said "I think I have your dog!" She did. How weird is that? The one time I decide to ask someone, I'm two houses away from (and within earshot of) where my dog ended up.

The lady was really nice. It snowed last night, so we were worried about Bailey being cold. Apparently this lady found Bailey on her front porch, all huddled up next to her chiminea in which she had a fire going. What a pathetically cute picture. Stupid-ass dog. My guess is that she squeezed her fat ass under the fence where there was a hole, I think from the previous owner's dogs. I haven't seen the holes grow or change at all, so I didn't think she'd been digging there or anything. Anyway, they neighbor's gate was open, so I imagine that's how she got out. We have a few railroad ties and cinder blocks out behind the shed, so I drug those over to the suspect area of the fence as a long-term temporary solution. I suppose we'll line the yard with something heavy and un-diggable-throughable when we redo the yard.

Ha. Some nerd was flirting with Tandra online the other day. Now today he's got a 10% warning level. Dipshit. He's lucky I don't find him and rip his head off and piss on his vocal chords. Punk-ass.

Last night it was ice followed by snow, so of course slideways was the order of the morning. I was late though, so I didn't get to play as much as I would have liked. I expect it will have melted off by lunch, but I'm holding out just a little bit of hope for more playtime. The Mystique has a hand e-brake, but Tandra won't let me make it go sideways. My car has a pedal e-brake, but I've grown accustomed to it.

We should be getting a nice fat check from the insurance company today or tomorrow for Tandra's lost wages. That will slide right into place financing the attorney who will handle our lease situation. On the bright side, I think only one more attorney after this one and we'll be done with lawyers for a while.

Winamp 3.0 has the ability to choose a percentage of opacity for its skins. Kind of useless, but still pretty cool. They've got some bugs to work out though. It has a nice crossfade feature too.

I'm all about this song lately.
Is anyone else fucking annoyed at the AOL commercials where it starts out looking like a WebMD commercial and then they go "experience WebMD by getting AOL version 8" or whatever? Fuck. They make it sound like you have to have AOL in order to get to webMD.

On the other hand, I suppose anyone who's dumb enough to not know the difference is the sort of person who deserves to be stuck with AOL anyway.

No offense, PoM. You're an exception.
Want to hear something funny?

Tandra's mom was born in a chicken coop.

No shit.

I remind myself of that anytime she does something that pisses us off. She's pretty cool most of the time, she certainly isn't a mother-in-law from hell or anything like that, but every once in a while she gets in a Mood. So I just tell myself "it's okay, she was born in a chicken coop." Because seriously, when you're born in a chicken coop, there's only so much room for improvement, right? There's only so far you can go.

Want to see something funny?

I just had the strangest lunch hour ever.

First I went over to the old Hobby Lobby parking lot. Nice and smooth and icy, yay! So I whipped the car around over there for a few minutes. Then I left and went home to get the old crashed car, since I had talked to a place who would take it.

I think I sold my car to the mob. Or a small, disjointed faction thereof. Or at least a chop shop. We took the wrecked car to a place way out on the south end of town to sell it to a guy who, over the phone, told me he'd give $100-$150 for it. Every other place I called either said "we're not interested" or "I can offer you $20 for it." So of course I jumped at this opportunity. Tandra followed me down there, but when I got there, the door was locked and the office windows were all tinted like a cheap porn store. Only the "OPEN" sign was all lit up. I called the office from outside the door and heard the phone ringing inside, but no one answered. So I start walking around the building and I find a window. I look in and there are two guys who might have been Arab or Pakistani or something like that. I knock on the window, they tell me to go through the office, I tell them it's locked, they tell me to come around to the gate on the other side of the building. So, okay, I do that. There are about five late model wrecked Cadillacs back there. NICE ones. Strange, but okay. There's a garage door with no cars parked in front of it, so I go park there. I walk into the building and start talking to these two guys about the car. They have no idea and they're not expecting me, but they express interest in the car. About that time I turn around and a white guy with a goatee and a black wool cap and a black guy with gold capped teeth come through the door I've just come through. They were friendly enough though and also expressed interest, although they too had no idea and were not expecting me. I never did talk to the guy I spoke to on the phone. Anyway, we go outside to look at the car, and I notice that the two new guys have come from behind the building and parked in such a way that my car is blocked in. Intimidating. But in the end I signed the title, they handed over a Benjamin, and life was good. It started to become clear to me that it was a "don't ask any questions, just do the deal and get the fuck out" situation. That place just *felt* shady. I thought to myself "man, I know there is some illegal shit going on in here ALL the time." But I signed the title, handed over the keys, got my money, and bailed. They wanted my address so I showed them that my address was on the title. I didn't bother to mention that I didn't live there anymore. But I got my money, I got rid of the car, I'm good.

So Tandra and I leave there and she takes me back home to my car. Miah swapped me knives last night so he could sharpen mine, and I'd told him I would meet him over my lunch hour to switch back since he had gotten that done. The place where he works, the Science Education Center, is like a little hobby shop. The place where they are now is going to be bulldozed to widen the street, so they are moving to a store that's about a 30 second drive from my house. He was over there doing some carpentry getting the new location ready. Now the parking lot over there is curved, and the parking spots are at about a 45 degree angle to the front of the buildings. So I come along, I see Miah's car, and I hit the e-brake and turn the wheel just slightly to the right. The back end slides out to the left and I turn the wheels back to the left to steer the car around the curve. I maintain this absolutely gorgeous slide for at least ten spaces, WHILE the parking lot is curving to the right, and I'm just sliding exactly parallel with the parking slots, around the curve. I pass Miah's car, release the e-brake and straighten the wheels, and roll perfectly into the parking spot. It was pure art.

Then when I told him I'd taken a two hour lunch and hadn't eaten yet, he furnished me with an unopened 6-inch sub sandwich that he hadn't been hungry enough to eat. Miah's my boy. :-)
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