7/28/06

We didn’t make it to the shop last night after all. [ Sorry... - SM ] I'm planning to finish up on Mr. Wiggly tomorrow and get back to work on George. Then again, I might have to play with a short ram intake setup for Matilda. Ok, here’s what I think I'm going to do. I'm going to run down to the shop tonight and grab some tools and those two short ram intakes on the shelf. I'll take them to the house and play there. Mom is out of town for a week so I have her car hole to work in. I also have the Pimpmobile to drive if I get totally in over my head. We’ll see. Then again, I won’t have the drill press in case I need it. Nor will I have the welder. But moving George out by myself to get Matilda in the shop won’t be easy either. Well, isn’t this a quandary? No, I think I'll go back to my original plan of finishing up on Mr. Wiggly in the morning and then think about hot rodding Matilda. Of course I could just go to Steve/John and have a rorty zorst installed in the morning. Oh, I dropped the tacoed wheel off at John's last night out of my way home from work. Hopefully he dropped it off to be repaired. I had thought when I saw the Photoshop picture of Matilda on those wheels that they might be a bit too dark in conjunction with the black trim and windows. Then I looked at the picture again and thought they looked pretty tough. I think I'll make a decision when I see how that one comes back from being repaired. If it is still gunmetal colored, I'll run that. If it comes back in any other color I'll have a look at doing them all in bronze or gold. I think the gold will be too much though. I think a “dirtier” color like, oh I don’t know, bronze would look better. Then again, I could be wrong. John is rallying for a dark blue to contrast with the metallic blue of the car. I'm not sure. I'd need to see a picture of it. I think he even suggested red but I'm really not convinced that would be good. Woo hoo! The facilities guy who was doing homework on his laptop at one of my spare desks has left! I can now rest my eyes for a bit. I may be back later and I may not. Ok, so I had my nap and have been to lunch. I have also taken care of all my appointments for the day. I'm not sure just how late I'm going to stay here either. It is now 1310 and I can see me cutting out of here around 1530 or 1600 at the latest. I probably won’t go to the shop for tools after all. I might bring them home after finishing up with Mr. Wiggly in the morning though. Not that it will be all that much cooler working on the car in the garage, but I'd be closer to air-conditioning that way. We’ll see. Well, it looks like I'm not going to be paid until Monday. That blows. I guess, now that I think about it, it isn’t that bad. If I don’t have any money this weekend I can’t do anything stupid with it. I was thinking about donating some funds to the Society of Totally Realistic yet Internally Plastic People Exhibiting on Round Stages, or STRIPPERS, but I tend to get stupid fast in those places. I'm not going to say I “spend” lots of money when I go because Juan does not “spend” money there. Juan gives money away. Spending money implies you get, or expect to get, something in return. Oh I suppose it could be argued that Juan is buying the entertainment, but the cover charge pays for that. It is possible to drop enough money to take a dancer home, but I rarely do that. Drop that much money I mean. I've never taken one home. In fact, the one time I DID drop that much money, I turned her down. No, money deposited in a G-string is not “spent” nine times out of ten, it is given away. Oh sure, she, or he I suppose if you swing that way, will be your friend for the time the money holds out, but don’t expect them to remember you the next time you come in. Now, this is going to sound like one of those, “I knew this guy once, we’ll call him…” stories that is actually about me. But it really isn’t. Honest. I knew this guy once; we’ll call him Derek, who insisted that I join him at a strip club one night because “This dancer and I really hit it off. She was like, really into me.” We went and, of course, she didn’t remember him. He was crushed and I laughed. Hey, we’re guys, we laugh at our friend’s pain, especially when it is due to stupidity. Get over it. Oh sure, I bought him a few watery drinks and lap-dances from other girls, but I still made fun of him for being such a stereotypical dildo. That was the same night I saw one of the girls from the youth group I used to sponsor waiting tables. She was mortified that I saw and recognized her. It was nice to see that little stuck-up yuppie-spawn be-otch taken down a peg or two. I never did like her very much. I still get a smile thinking about it. Hmm, perhaps I will give away some cash tonight after all, for old times sake. I'll let you know on Monday.