1/25/07

I webn’t tbo thbe debentibist thibis morbing. I habve a flobby fabace abit thbe mobemebent. Abactubally, ibt ibis gebtibing a libble bebber now. The shobts are jubust about to wear off. There we go. In case you couldn’t finger that out, I went to the dentist this morning and I have, well had, a floppy face that is getting better as the shots wear off. Well, we didn’t make it to the shop last night after all. We’re planning on going tonight to load the VG-30 into Mr. Wiggly. If we do, I'm driving Mr. Wiggly to work tomorrow! If we don’t, it is going to be “meet at the butt-crack of dawn” on Saturday to load the thing. The gates open at 0500 h so anytime after that and we’ll be golden. Is it 0500 h or 0600 h? [ 5:00 AM - SM ] I don’t remember. Anyhoo, it’s friggin’ early. I was right on the plan being drop one engine, pick up the other, drop off John, and go to my meeting with the L-20b in the back of Mr. Wiggly. Of course if we meet at the shop then John will have stranded one of his cars there when I drop him at home. Of course he might be planning on leaving his “new” 210 down there for the time being now that I think about it. We’ll see. My chassis braces for Matilda arrived yesterday. I hesitate to call them “strut tower” braces because the rear of the car doesn’t really have struts. In fact, with the beam-axle I wonder if the rear bar is really going to do anything. Well, I guess it will brace the middle of that big open area in the back of the car somewhat. Yeah, the more I think about it, the more sense it makes. Not that I was thinking of not installing it. No, I was going to put it in if for nothing else than the “rice boy” nature of the thing. I'm embracing that whole aspect of hot rodding my entry-level economy car. I acknowledge the hypocrisy of customizing a car, like everyone else, so it will be different, like everyone else, and therefore my own, like everyone else. It doesn’t bother me. I was going to go into a whole food thing but it made me hungry and now it is lunchtime. I'm going to go eat. And I'm back. The food thing was a rant about liking some foods the same as everyone else but then I realized it was a crock. I can’t ‘splain it any better now because I forgot what I was going to say. So, what now? I don’t know. I guess I'm through talking today. Perhaps I'll come up with more later but I really don’t see that happening. Yeah, in fact I think I'm going to call this rant complete and go surf the internot. Cowabunga dudes and dudettes!