2/2/11

Frerbrurary 2, 2011 - In protest of the superfluous “r” in the name of this month, I am henceforth misspelling it with even more superfluous and redundant over and over again... um, of them. Yeah, that’s what I meant to say. OK, my shop hates B-210s. Or to be more specific, my shop hates B-210s with electrical gremlins. Or to be even more specific, my shop seems to be the breeding ground for electrical gremlins who take up residence in B-210s. Remember Lil' Wiggly's headlight issue and how it caused that car to get parked? Well, John's B-210 had a turn signal issue which turned into an alternator issue once the turn signals were working again. We are stumped. We tried everything... I think, to make that car work and finally gave up, parked it in Marty’s shop, and bought a GM one-wire alternator for it. We'll be wiring that in this weekend if it isn't butt-assed butt butt cold. Of course we did promise Marty it would be gone this Saturday. Hmm. OK, so that’s sort of the story of last Saturday. I took John home and wasted the rest of the weekend, as far as I can remember. Oh, wait! No, on Sunday I took The Seven out for a hoon. I tried to do it after dropping John off Saturday but the last rat-bastard who drove it forgot to turn off the master kill and the battery ran down. Sunday, after having lunch with mom, I rolled the car out and jumped it off of Ms. Clio. I hooned around for an hour or so then stopped for gas. It restarted, just, and ran perfectly. I was never satisfied that it got fully charged as the ammeter showed a continuous positive reading, it never went to zero amps. Hopefully it will still have enough juice to fire up Sunday if we have our Japanese Old School car thing. I can see some folks not showing up because there is that bowling thing again this Sunday. Apparently it is in Arlington this year as well. What was it called, “Special Bowling,” or something? I don't know. Anyhoo, apparently it is kind of popular. Meh, who cares? Oh, I guess if it doesn't warm up from the current temperature of “fucking cold,” I certainly won't be driving The Seven very far to attend. Yep, I'm a puss. Never said I wasn't. OK, I'm getting side tracked. Monday I had jury duty at 1300h. Tee hee, “doody!” I came in to the office to make sure the guy covering for me had a badge and knew what to do with himself then went back home. I stopped off at Wal-Mart and bought 100 pounds of cat litter. Mom was just about to take some food to a lady from the church when I walked in so I drove her to do that. We stopped in the 99 Cent Store on the way home then had a stromboli at Joe’s Pizza and Pasta. At noon I headed to LaGrange Field and parked to wait for the Jury Bus. I did remember to leave my knives at home but still had to take off my shoes and belt to get in the building. I waited outside the courtroom until they called us in. of course mine was the first name called. We sat there and listened to the lawyers tell us stuff and ask us questions. The plaintiff’s attorney, it was a civil not a criminal case by the way, picked me out to be the example because I had inadvertently worn a yellow shirt that day. Apparently everyone involved in this bowling thing Sunday has some yellow connection. I guess it’s like the pink ribbons for breast cancer. Anyhoo, when he asked about the thing and I didn't know what he was talking about, he moved on and picked on someone else. Eventually he finished with his examples and questions and let the defense attorney talk to us. I missed a golden opportunity to get out immediately when they announced that the defendant was being represented (not in the legal “lawyer representing” sort of way but like “the face of the company” sort of thing) by a Charles White. I should have jumped up and yelled, “Uncle Chuckie!” and gotten thrown out as a relative of one of the parties. I didn't though. After all the Voir Dire questions, they sent us out into the hall while they conferred and chose the final jury. They led us back in and sat the actual jury. I was not on it. Whew! I called my guy and said I'd be in Tuesday. I swung by the office at around 1630 h, picked up my phone and keys, and sent the guy on his way. I followed him out and went home myself. Yesterday it sleeted. Yes, I wished for an ice storm. It just came about four days too early. I wanted it to fuck up the bowling thing on Sunday. Oh well. I debated coming in at all and finally just did. I hung out for a while at work and then went back home around 1600 h. Today the roads were just slightly better and I came in again. It is 1545 h now and I have literally 1013 e-mails to delete from my other work e-mail account. I guess I'll get back on that then call it a day.