bluebeard

I slept! I started yawning at 10, and rather than wait for bedtime (11-ish), I just went on to bed and promptly passed out and slept 10 hours. Yay me.

I dreamt that I was riding a motorcycle and took a side road off the interstate. A family car came behind me and hit me, and I just walked away, and found an embankment where lots of accidents had happened -- there were car parts everywhere, mostly dashboards. All the electronics still worked, and all the radios were on, playing Sigur Ros. It was actually rather pretty.

I turned around and everything morphed, and it turns out I was just fooling with the car radios on display in a department store. The dream ended shortly after, probably because it wasn't interesting anymore.

If you've never seen Wondershowzen, you should.

Have an example.

By the way:

Rasputina, October 5th at the Hi-Tone.

Yes, on a Tuesday. Fuckers. But still, Rasputina.

[edit: DECEMBER. I will not smoke before LJ. I will not...]

I get the strangest feeling that if that stupid little plane had crashed into a building in, say... Sydney, nobody would give a shit. Yay media hype.

Alrighty: I'm back.

Gathering was fucking amazing. Seriously.

I learned a lot about receiving touch.

At the pep rally for the back to school-themed dinner, I won a trophy for my ability to touch my toes. Well, Heather won the trophy, really. She was that girl that doesn't know how to be sexy. Heels suck, but apparently I...er .. Heather can do gravel. I was impressed.

I met someone who is quite likeable. Why do they always have to live so far away? Bastards.

I drank a metric fuckton of absinthe. Jesus that shit is good.

I think I may have contracted mono. I guess I should find out if Mr. Quite Likeable has ever had it, because the symptoms appeared after he and I had been... hanging out. I sound like a doorknob's been shoved down my throat.

And that's all that really needs to be shared here. :) have fun!

There's a porn site called bearload.com.

Today, one of the freebie pics is some dude's ass. He's leaned over, jerking off in front of a television.

Me personally, I've never felt Bob Barker was all that hot.

( PORN! )

Potluck went over well enough, though I always think people are a little stressed at our house 'cause it's really not the most comfortable for groups. Unless Doug and I do one on our own, that may be the last potluck at the E-house.

Spot (black kitty) decided he was going to go missing; he was gone for the entire potluck. I went around the block, down the garbage alley, but he wasn't anywhere. He had snuck into the no-kitty zone where my room is, and curled up under my bed with similarly-colored items. Bastard kitty.

Yes, I made biscuits.

Tonight the new moon and autumnal equinox happen within hours of each other. We may do something about that.

Now I had a soda and apple pie.

(car)

The oil change was a no-go -- the bolt is stuck. I'll get some Coke and WD-40 after it to see if maybe the head's just gunked up, but I'll probably end up going to the shop to get them to loosen it with a heavier tool. Finished the radiator wash, that seems to be doing much, much better. Car, car car carry car car. Car car? Car car car car car.

The house in Nashville is pretty much secured. He said he could have it ready as early as November or December, but he wants $1500 up front, and I have absolutely no idea where I'm going to come up with that kind of money.

Oh, and they're not going to need me immediately at the office, so I'll need to find some kind of work for a couple months.

I hate looking for work. There's so much fear involved in that process for me that it becomes a gigantic messy weight.

It's got down in the 60's last night; I slept with my head next to the open window. I could have stayed there all day. Except, y'know, for the part where it gets warmer.

This weekend: oil change. Hopefully to be completed before the masses invade our street for Cooper-Young Fest; I'd rather not get run over by some yuppie fool in a hurry to get his public drunkenness on.

Not that I won't go and a couple beers myself. Unless all they've got is Budcracker, in which case perhaps not.

I could probably go on a minute about the car some more, but I've even started to annoy myself with that single-mindedness, so I won't.

Car car carry car.

Drained the radiator and filled it with cleaner and water. In "three to six hours" of driving time it'll be time to drain it again, fill it with water, run it some more, drain it again, fill it with coolant. With just the cleaner and water in there it's running much, much better; the old crap was almost kind of... muddy.

In the process of doing the radiator however, at one point I left the radiator cap loose and went driving. Lost the cap, and thusly everything in the radiator. YAY! Caps only cost $7 though, so big deal. It may have even helped to get some of that crap in there agitated out. (that's wishful thinking. never, ever leave your radiator cap off.)

Discovered that one of two auxilliary fans does not come on. Yay again. It just happens to be the fan right next to the hose leading to the radiator reserve well, so I suppose that explains why that area gets so hot.

Power steering fluid was funkay, so that's been drained and re-filled as well. It now works as it should.

So, remaining car to-do list:

Complete radiator cleaning process.
Determine fan issue and repair it.
Fill refrigerant. The service valve is really deep, so I'll need an adapter.
Rotate and balance tires, since the guy dad got to work on it left a lugnut off one wheel and now they're wonky. (I replaced the nut.)
Shampoo carpets. 'cause they're gross. Least priority, but possibly cheapest. Figures.
Replace power window/mirror control panel. The slot the mirror joystick goes in snapped. Probably only a few bucks at a junkyard. Also a low priority.

Unless any new issues present themselves, that should just about do it. Provided the fan isn't a big deal, it should all just be pop-pop-pop.

Oh, and fuck Buick for decided to make everything disturbingly non-user-serviceable. The battery is under the wiper fluid well which is under a steel support bar, for example. What were you thinking, exactly, Buick engineer person? That in 20 years the dealer will still want to work on these things? Yeah, right.

It took me an hour to type this because of clients. Grr. Nashville.. nashville...