8/4/08

Before I get into the meat of what I really want to tell y'all, I just have to ask: What the fuck is up with the song “MacArthur Park”? I heard the Donna Summer version on the way into work this morning on the XM Disco station. I tried to look it up online but all I could find was a Wikipœdia page for it. Well, I did find the lyrics on a song lyrics page I sometimes use, but I was hoping for some background story or something. “MacArthur Park is melting in the dark, all the sweet green icing flowing down. Someone left the cake out in the rain. I don’t think that I can take it, ‘cause it took so long to bake it, and I’ll never have that recipe again.” What’s worse is the fact that the original recording of the song was by Richard “Albus Dumbledore” Harris back in the sixties! Seriously, what the fuck? Was this some bad acid trip put to music? I must know. Ok, I don’t actually care all that much, I'm just a tad curious. Alright, that’s all I've got to say about that for the time being. Think back to Thursday’s rant. I mentioned something being afoot but didn’t want to say anything about it yet. Well, here’s the poop. As you may or may not recall, because I may or may not have told you, some time back I signed up on one of those “match.com” or “eharmony.com” or something websites just to see what they would match me up with. I did it on a lark, not thinking I'd ever follow through with any of the matches. Well, I was looking through some of the available “girls” on some site or another, and came across a story which really got to me. I'm not going to go into it now, maybe someday. I decided to bite the bullet and make contact with Dolly, that’s her name by the way. I called and spoke to the lady she was living with. We arranged to get together and see how we liked each other. We decided on Sunday afternoon at my place. Ok, that was on Wednesday evening. Thursday I ranted about something while Friday I ranted about dumbasses forwarding e-mail. Gregg called to ask if I could help him move some furniture out of his house Saturday morning. I agreed and texted John to see if he wanted me to pick him up to go to the shop afterwards. He declined saying he’d be better off doing stuff with the family. I was cool with that. Saturday morning I head for Gregg’s place. We load the big heavy stuff he can’t move on his own onto his trailer and load a Miata engine and Chevy rear axle into the back of my truck. I leave and head for the shop. Oh, Friday afternoon I stopped off and picked up the radiator I had cleaned and dropped off the new valve springs for Shi-Chi at Automotive Machine. They are going to get started on my cylinder head next week. So, after leaving Gregg’s, my plan was to take stuff to the shop and try to mount that radiator. I unload the Miata engine into my little storage unit but leave the Chevy axle in the back of Fifi. I take a look at the radiator and it doesn’t take me very long to remember why I didn’t use it when I originally built the car: it won’t fit. I was afeared it might not but was in a hurry to get the thing to the radiator shop. I should have taken the time to finger out it wouldn’t work before dropping another $65.00 on it but what are you going to do? I went ahead and reinstalled the old radiator and then sat there thinking about what else I could do. I deiced it was hot and went home. Oh, another thing we loaded up at Gregg’s house was his wire-feed welder. I grabbed a couple pieces of square tubing, the Sawzall, and a “C” clamp from the shop to repair the hand rail on the front steps of the house. I got home and unloaded all of that stuff then went in to take a nap while the auto-darkening welding helmet charged up in the sun. I went back out and got to work on the rail. I made my stringer pieces to weld in and welded them in, duh. Unfortunately I forgot to bring a wire brush and the spray paint I brought was no good. I chipped away at the flux asbestos I could and sprayed on what little paint I could. I decided it was good enough and went inside for the evening. Sunday morning I picked up and cleaned up a little in anticipation of my “blind date” with Dolly. Mom and I had some lunch when she got home from church and I watched a replay of the Hungarian Grand Prix on Speed. When that was over I decided to park Fifi on the back patio and take Darth Versa to the car wash. I filled up the tank and checked my mileage. I'd been thinking it was getting worse recently but it is still around 25 miles per gallon. I went to the full service car wash and got the car cleaned. Back at the house I waited for my date. I saw a car’s reflection on the window and went to the front door to meet them. It was a neighbor. Just as I was looking out the door, they called to say they might be lost but then again they might have found their way. Mom rolled into the garage while I was talking to them. They showed up and Dolly was one of the prettiest black girls I'd ever seen. Mom talked to Amy, the friend who drove her over, while I showed Dolly around the house. Well, to make a short story long, we hit it off and I asked her to move in with me. She spent the night last night and I left her and mom to get acquainted this morning. Oh by the way, that bit about “match.com” and “eharmony.com” is what’s known as a “MacGuffin.” It really had nothing to do with the story because the site I found Miss Dolly on was the SPCA’s adoption page. Yes, in case you hadn’t fingered it out already, Dolly is my new cat. Up there when I said I found her story on a website, I was going to say, “I was looking at pictures of pussy on the internot…” but decided it a) was too crude and 2) might have been a dead giveaway. So there you have it. I'll send a picture for Spiderman to post up tomorrow. Have a day.