8/28/08

Mamina homina bbbbbbbbbbbbbbllllllllllllll thbbbt hubbity hubbity nga nga nga whooo woo woo woo! Ok, “blithering idiot” mode off. I picked up Shi-Chi’s cylinder head yesterday. Now, I know how much work went into this thing, and how much expertise was behind all that work, and it really is a friggin’ awesome head, but $1,129.00 for an A-series Datsun head still makes me cringe. I took some really crappy pictures with my Dingleberry and sent them to Spiderman but I have a feeling y'all won’t be seeing images of the head until John takes some good shots of it Saturday. Then again, I could be wrong. When Steve put the head on the counter, the bottom was facing me. I could see that they had shaved the ever lovin’ piss out of it to get to the 10.5:1 compression ratio I requested. It is right down to the threads on the spark plug holes! Ooh, I'd better screw in a set of plugs and make sure they don’t extend into the pistons. Crap, I just thought of that. I may have to index the plugs for this motor from now on. In case y'all don’t know what that means, I might have to try different plugs in each hole so that the electrode winds up out of the way of the piston when tightened. It is a real pain in the ass. We’ll see I guess. I'm getting excited about having Shi-Chi to drive again. Oh, I also told Steve at Automotive Machine that I finally fired up that turbo engine they had machined for me about ten years ago. He just stood there and shook his head at me. Later, as I was leaving, he said they would like to see the Seven when I had it going but that he’d probably be retired in ten more years. I assured him I'd be driving this car this weekend. Crap, I just jinxed it, didn’t I? Here’s what is going to fuck me: I will not be able to find a gazinta/gazowta (intake/exhaust) gasket for it. Well, I found one on e-Bay but my mother fucking computer keeps kicking me off mother fucking Internot Exploiter whenever I try to buy the mother fucker. Mother fucking mother fuck! Fucking fuckedy assed fuck fuck! Mother fucking Bill “Tiny and Flaccid” Gates better not ever cross my mother fucking path. I'm liable to gut the mother fucking sack of shit on sight. Ok, let’s see if rebooting this fucking shit pile makes IE work. Fucking god damn it I really want to see the Tiny and Flaccid organization razed to the ground, all of its employees (especially programmers) crucified then shot in the kidneys and left to bleed out, and Bill himself fed feet first into a wood chipper, slowly, alive. The reboot got me through the buying process but the fucking fuck assed fuck bag of a fuck shitting fuck nut fucking fucker fucking fucked up again right afterwards. This would be the time when another laptop bit the dust were it the laptop fucking up. Fortunately it is my work fuck bag, shit pile, cunt slap, ass drip, dick wipe, cock suck, fucking computer that is doing it. Fucking fuck, I'm pissed off. So I think I'm going to go eat some lunch now and cool off. I fucking hate computers, computer geeks, computer programmers, computer sales people, computer marketing people, and anything else along those lines. Ok, I'm back but now it is time to leave. Well, I left the office but now I'm babysitting a tech in the Viewing Gallery. We’re trying to get the audio conference system to work now. There’s just no telling how long this is going to take. So, I'll tell y'all some more about the douche bag Camaro wipeout from yesterday. This morning while driving in, I made sure to look for the spot where Douchie Von Douchington hit the K barrier. Oh yeah, I saw it. There is a honking great red and black swipe on there! I was a little concerned that he didn’t actually do as much damage to the car as I was remembering. Turns out, he did. So even if the suspension didn’t get trashed, which I suspect it did, at least that pretty paintjob is hosed. I probably shouldn’t take such pleasure from someone else’s “misfortune” but I sure do when it was almost totally their fault for doing something fucking moronic. I say “almost totally” because I did piss the guy off. But hey, he didn’t have to keep “driving” like a fuck nut after making the pass. And that is as far as I will go with acceptance of blame. Ok, I guess I've tapped that well dry. Perhaps I'll have more in the future, but I doubt it. Well, my tech is done talking to Polycom about the programming of the phone system and is now downloading the software. Hopefully this won’t be too much longer. If it is, I'm going to have to go across the street to get Fifi from the TOB parking lot. In fact, I may do that anyway while he’s finishing up. I'll talk to y'all tomorrow.