3/19/12

Well, I guess we can consider Saturday a successful day of car work. But first, we need to go back to Thursday. Remember how I was taking the day off anyway, even though the nuculer stress test on my heart was cancelled? Well, I decided to go ahead and come in to check the phone in the War Room before their call and give the replacement guy the phone and keys. I showed him what was going on that day then went back home. There, mom said she’d like to go to lunch… trouble was, it was only 0930 h. I goofed off on them intergoogles for a bit then got bored. At around 1000 h I took Fiona to the car wash while mom got ready to go to lunch. Sixty bucks later I had a nice shiny clean car. I parked it and we went to lunch in mom’s car. We ate at Lilli’s, a little bistro on Magnolia. It was quite the tasty treat. Back at the house, I settled in for some laziness and took a nap. Around 1530 h, I decided to go for a hoon in The Seven. I rolled Fiona out into the street, as this would also protect her from the lawn mowers who were scheduled to come that afternoon, and got The Seven out of the garage. Just as I was about to get in, an emergency bombing mission was ordered. When all the paper work was done, I hopped in The Seven and took off on the hoon. I also decided that I'd drive up to the railroad and get my phone and keys at 1700 h or so. This I did. “You’re a hard man to get to take a day off,” said the coverage dude when I walked in the office. I shrugged and took the keys and phone off of him. A quick hoon back to the house to discover the mowers were just getting started. I parked The Seven and left Fiona in the street. When I was sure they were done mowing, I moved Fiona back to her parking spot. Friday was pretty uneventful. Saturday morning, rain was predicted. I texted John to see if it would be too douche-y to ask him to pick me up so I didn’t have to drive my clean car in the rain. Apparently, it was not… or at least he allowed it. He picked me up and we went to the shop via McDonald’s. We discussed skipping out and going to the Good Guys car show at the speedway but decided to go ahead and get some work done. I jacked up the ass end of Lil' Wiggly and removed the rear wheels. I fucked up the brake nails pretty good getting the driver’s side drum off, and didn’t do the shoes much good either. I replaced the wheel cylinder and began putting that side back together. The aforementioned fucked up brake nails worried me a little… ok, a lot. When the passenger side shoes disintegrated upon removal, it was decided that new shoes and hardware were the right way to go. We cleaned up and headed to Campo Verde for lunch. From CV we went to Dave Heeter’s house to help with Barbeque Bob, the Datsun 610 he bought from me. He had replaced the oil pump gasket and the timing slipped. We reset it several times and eventually got the thing to run. John took off, since he was already late getting home, and Dave and I finished the tune up. I'm jealous. Dave took me home and I wasted the rest of Saturday. Sunday I began to watch “Rise of the Planet of the Apes” on DVD. About halfway through, mom called to say that the dude who had borrowed Fifi was returning it and we were taking him home. We all went to lunch at Saltgrass Steaks first though. Back at home, I tried to finish the movie. At some point, it jumped back to a scene I'd already seen. I thought it odd. I fast forwarded back to the spot where it jumped and forced it to move on. Later in the film, it did it again. I was pissed. I broke the DVD in half and threw the god damned thing away. Of course it ruined the whole rest of the day. I was fucking pissed at everything. Nothing went right and I didn’t want to go out and… I was just fucking pissed, ok? Mom went to some church thing at 1800 h and returned with Philly Cheese Steak Sandwiches, proper Provolone Philly Cheese Steaks, not that nasty cheese whiz crap. By the way, John and I had an argument over what was the right way to do a PCS… he’s a cheese whiz man whereas I prefer the proper, good way. That calmed me down a bit. I watched some movie on the Sci-Fi (no, I will not endumben myself to use their new spelling) channel… but I don’t remember what it was. I decided to stay up and watch the Jim Carrey vehicle “The Number 23” after that. Oh, I remember the other film now: “Angels and Demons” the sequel to “The Da Vinci Code.” Anyhoo, “The Number 23” was… meh, it was ok. I was going to rate it better, but… it was ok. So, now I'm here at work and the house of cards is beginning to crumble around me. Before lunch, I had problems in at least four rooms on campus. I managed to fix one room but the others… let’s just say I'm beginning to wonder what the barrel of a gun might taste like. Ok, I think I've gassed on long enough for one day. Smell ya later.