4/27/06

I've got nothing again today. I got home last night and mom asked if I had any trouble with AOL. I said I couldn’t get on because she was logged on all day. She showed me that AOL had locked up on her computer, because she leaves everything running and minimized and never shuts the damned thing off. I shut down and restarted the computer and it all started working again. I replied to some e-mail and shut down again. This morning I tried AOL and got on. I sent Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s rants to Spiderman and read all of the sites I usually visit. I got kicked off for some reason and then had to go across the street. I told you I didn’t have anything good to say today. I was thinking about the Seven in relation to the Birkin I drove on Sunday. I think my car is closer to the bare-bones barely street-legal essence of a sports car that Colin Chapman had in mind when he penned the Seven. Have I mentioned how much I like my Seven? Well, I really dig that car! Sure, it blows hot air on your feet. Sure, the wind buffets your head and ears. Sure, it’s not the easiest thing to get in and out of. Sure, I'm going to die if I don’t drive everyone else’s race and keep out from under them. Sure, it isn’t the fastest thing on the road. Sure, I am using the word “sure” too much. But the car really is a hoot to drive even 100 horsepower down on the competition. I sure am glad they did an automatic update of my laptop this morning. It just wasn’t quite slow enough. I was also worried that since the programs weren’t locking up on me very often there must be a problem. Whew, I sure am glad they updated me because now the motherfucker crawls along and locks up for no reason at all. Thanks Bill, you fuck-headed tiny and limp dick asshole! Computers suck, computer people suck, programmers suck, the internot sucks, and so on. I hope it all comes crashing down soon. Grab your torches and pitchforks my fellow Luddites. Let’s storm the castle. I have to shut this motherfucker off before I fucking break the goddamned thing. I'm back and calmer than I was. I hate computers. John and I are going to the shop tonight but I doubt we’ll do anything productive. We rarely do. No, I say that but it is me that rarely does anything productive. John is usually good about fixing something or piddling with one of his projects. I'm just lazy and too “tired” by the time I get there. Perhaps I need another deadline to get me going. Thing is, I'll know it is artificial and won’t care. Perhaps I should sell some projects and just play with less. Yeah, we all know what’s coming don’t we? I'll make a list of the cars and have some reason to justify keeping it and the whole “I’ve got to cull my herd” nonsense will be blown off. Shall we dispense with the charade? No? You want the list and the justifications? Well, I can’t sell the Chickenhawk because it was my first 1200 and I have too much emotional investment. To tell the truth, I could see it leave for the right money, and that figure is less than it used to be. I'd regret it pretty quickly though. I've already forgotten the money I got for Gil and regret selling it each time its picture crosses my screen saver. So, I have to keep the Chickenhawk. I can’t sell George because I only paid $5.00 for it originally and it is another with emotional attachment. Once again, for the right money I'd wave at the taillights and regret it soon after. So, George stays but is on slightly shakier ground than the Chickenhawk. John's 1200 and Gigi could both be wrest from my clutches I suppose. John's car would involve John's consent though. I really have nothing making me want to cling to Gigi except for spite I suppose. I just don’t want Cece to have it. Don’t worry if that doesn’t make sense. Let’s see, Herman could go but it has a title. I suppose another combo sale like what never happened with the Louisiana Purchase and Herman could be made with Herman and Gigi. But then again, I don’t really want to sell them. So, did I have a viable excuse there? Who knows? Anyhoo, Barbecue Bob is just too dang cool looking to get rid of and will be ultra cool if we ever get the V8 in it and running. Mr. Wiggly isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, transfer of ownership wise. Was that last sentence even in English? Well, I think I'm going to call this rant done since I'm supposed to meet someone in half an hour. I'll talk to y’all tomorrow.