Frerbruraryr 22, 2012

The short shifter for Fiona arrived yesterday. It isn’t much to look at, but it otter get the job done. I can hardly wait. I know John doesn’t like… no, he “Isn’t a fan” that doesn’t necessarily mean he doesn’t like them. I do. [ I like them just fine. Just never felt the "need" for one. Too used to shifting a "stick in the mud" Datsun I guess... - SM ] I feel like a hillbilly truck driver with the super long throw of the stock shifter. Ok yeah, it is a relative thing. The shift throw isn’t really all that long… but it is way longer than I like. Ok, maybe not “way longer,” but it... shut up. It’s my car and my blog. So I need to… aw shit! I just remembered that John wants me to drive Fifi to work on Friday so I can pick up an engine and bring it to the shop on Saturday. Crap, crap, crapity, crap, crap! Oh well, I guess I can drive all hillbilly stylie for another week… if I have to. Sigh. We need to finish Lil' Wiggly anyway. I guess I'll put the shifter in the trunk and wait a week. In other car related news, I got an e-mail this morning telling of a car show in Grapevine tomorrow evening. I've been giving some thought to driving The Seven to work tomorrow and going to it afterwards. The weather otter be nice for the event, but it will be a tad on the cool side at 0700 h driving in to work. Yeah, I think I'm going to make off-blowing of this event. I invited John to it and he gave me a “Maybe.” I hope he hasn’t gotten his hopes up. I probably otter tell him I'm not going to do it. Done. While opening up the i-gotta-have-this-piece-of-shit-because-I-am-so-original-just-like-everyone-else-Phone, I noticed that I missed a call from Kevin. I called him back and found out he had discovered a dude on Craigslist selling a shit-ton of TR-3 parts. I forwarded the listing to the dude who “bought” Nadine. Perhaps he can be a source for the parts I was missing. Not that I really care all that much, it’s his problem now. So, what else is going on? Let’s see, John sent me a link to some chick’s blog the other day. She made an R2-D2 themed bicycle helmet but all I could see were her magnificent bewbies. Apparently there really are super-hot Sci-Fi geek chicks out there. Liz Lemon is NOT just a character on TV! Have I mentioned that I am totally in love with Tina Fey’s character on “30 Rock”? If only she weren’t such a pinko-leftie-Chicago-democrat, living in New York City… and fictional, I'd totally marry her. Hmm, I might start using her as my fake girlfriend. “Yeah, my girlfriend in New York, who is totally real and not made up at all, might be coming to town this weekend.” Oh yeah, I'm going to bust that out on someone sometime. Or not, we’ll see. Speaking of “30 Rock,” they did a bit that was so filthy I'm surprised they got away with it. Liz Lemon’s father, Dick Lemon, was in town with the rest of her family for Christmas. He kept shouting out, “Lemon party… of four!” Then, at one point he said in reference to himself, “You can't have a Lemon Party without old Dick!” I just about peed my pants. I still cannot believe they actually a) went there, and 2) got away with it! In case you don’t know… well, just Google “lemon party” with “safe search” off and you’ll get it. I do not recommend doing that by the way. Of course, I have never done said search and am just going on what I've heard on the intergoogles, but if it is true… I shudder. In fact, just the thought of it has creeped me out to the point where I don’t want to talk to y'all any more today.