8/7/09

To quote the great Steve Martin, “I’m so mad at my mother!” OK, I'm actually over the anger now, but last night... Here’s the thing, she and my sister go to these basket conventions every year, right? Well, when they do, and they buy more baskets, they have them shipped home rather than trying to carry them on the plane. OK, so the baskets have started to arrive. Now, there are at least seven rooms in the house where she could unpack these things and look them over. What room does she pick? The one with my big screen TV. OK, this isn't a problem while I'm in my room doing e-mail and visiting the few websites I check out daily. It isn't even a problem when she’s alone looking at stuff and I want to watch TV. The problem comes when my sister shows up to look through the stuff too. I'm trying to watch the season finale of “Burn Notice” and have to keep cranking up the volume to understand what they are saying. Finally I just shut off the TV, grab my gun, and head back upstairs. That pissed me off. But wait, it gets better. No sooner than I got my laptop fired up and got back on the internot, they fucking came upstairs to look at shit! I wanted to scream, “You ran me out of my TV room and now you come up here! No! Go the fuck back down and fucking unpack your fucking baskets!” I was so god-damned mad I couldn't even look at porn. My sister at least realized they were pissing me off because right before I’d had enough and shut off the TV, she was apologizing for disturbing me. As I walked out of the room, I muttered, “Eight rooms in this house...” and stomped up the stairs. Mom is still oblivious, I'm sure. It did give me time to play with my guns a bit though. I tried once again to install the sling on Space Gun II to no avail. I just can't get it to hang the way I want it to. Well, it will hang well enough, but I can't whip it up into action the way I want. I did manage to get Mossy to sling and swing the way I like. For those not keeping track, Mossy is my Mossberg 500 Cruiser pump shotgun. It now will hang across my left shoulder and ride in the small of my back. I can grab the fore end grip pump handle thingy and swing it up into action pretty quickly from there too. I think I'm going to throw down another bit o’ cash and try one of those single-point tactical slings for Space Gun II before I totally give up on the idea. I also want to get a tactical flashlight for Space Gun II so I might make a run to Blood Bath & Beyond here in a bit. In fact, since I have to pee again, I think I might just go do that. Perhaps I'll be back to talk to y'all some more later. OK, I went to BB&B and tried to buy the sling and flashlight. Yeah, I've tapped my account dry, again. I was worried I wouldn't have the funds to buy the brake pads in the morning but just transferred some money around. I'm fine now. What I need to do is avoid going back to BB&B for the sling and light. Oh, I'm going back, but at least I know I shouldn't. Like that makes any sense. Well, I just texted John to find out when/if we’re going to the shop tonight. I'm not sure what it means, but he said, “It’s not good.” I took that to mean he’s slammed and will likely be later than originally thought. We shall see. I'm thinking I might go home here in a few hours, change clothes, and take Lil' Wiggly to the shop. I kind of want to install those helper springs tonight. My thinking was I'd do the spring on one side while he adjusts the brake on the other, then we’d swap positions. I'd also like to re-roll the fenders with the baseball bat. There is one little “pokie-outie” thing which is cutting into the side wall of the tire in bump. It has got to go. I think once we have the brakes and suspension done this weekend, and I get the Saturn seats in there, I can call that car done for a while. Oh sure, it will be tempting to put the dual Hitachi SU carburetors on there when I put the Mikunis on Shichi, but I think I will be able to resist the urge, for a while. OK, I'll probably get cracking on that the very next weekend after Shichi is back up and running. But as soon as that is done, the car is “done.” Unless John can convince me that the L-16 SSS engine is the way to go. It would go a little something like this. “Aw, go on,” he’d say. “Put the L-16 in ya puss.” “You make a valid argument,” I'd say. “Let’s do it.” Or something like that. I don't know, we’ll see. I guess that’s about all I have for this week. I'll talk to y'all later.