It’s been a busy couple of days. Had a great time over Thanksgiving vacation, and being back at work is a little “less than cool”. But whatever… it’s less than a month until my next vacation, and this time it’ll be more like 2 weeks. big w00t.
Wednesday I went down to NYC with a Korey and Erica to see Infected Mushroom at Avalon. Avalon was very…. “Avalon”. IM put on a great show though, so it was worth it. The whole deal was a bit of an adventure from a logistical perspective… a little too much walking and not getting home till 9:30am on Thursday (and no, there was no sleeping in the mean time =P ). I did the family thanksgiving at 1:00pm, and later I went to another Thanksgiving glutton-fest at Prity’s place. Hung out with her and her BF, Ed (Sirkbac), and his brother, Jim (fishguy). I don’t often get to see both of nabisco’s “Evil Twins” at once so that was pretty cool. Later I went back home to pack for Friday. Finally zonked out at around 11. Wednesday/Thursday was one loooong fucking day.
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The next, and certainly more anticipated, bit of traveling was a spur-of-the-moment jaunt down to FL to visit Teresa. In all honesty, it was planned out a couple weeks in advance…. but it was spur-of-the-moment when it was planned, and if you’ve ever tried to buy plane tickets for a holiday weekend only two weeks in advance you then know exactly how spur-of-the-moment it really is =P. Many thanks to Nick for giving me some very good advice on picking plane tickets. It made the trip much more enjoyable.
I spent Friday and Saturday with Teresa at her home-home in Boca Raton. Got to meet her Mother, and it seems she thinks highly of me… so that’s one bullet dodged. Win =D. Sunday we drove back to her away-from-home-home in Orlando. My (far too short) visit ended on monday… My flight left at 7:30. Thankfully I wasn’t on it. Missed the flight due to slacking, and picked up a ticket for a flight 3 hours later. I say thankfully because I got to spend a little extra time with Teresa. I love you, sweetie. Thanks for showing me a great time while I was down in FL. Can’t wait to see you over Christmas.
That was t3h vacation. It was the best time off I’ve had in as long as I can recall, and was far too short.
I’ve mentioned before how nutty the police in MA can be about speed limits. how there are certain stretches of road that traffic as a whole can speed on to pretty exceptional levels with seeming impunity. Rt.95 is the one I think I mentioned where traffic tends to move around 80mph – 85mph despite the 55mph speed limit. So, an excess of around 30 or so mph. This includes travel in the breakdown lane. That’s right, out-of-towners… Travel in the breakdown lane is not only legal during certain hours, but very often the fastest lane to travel in.
Anyways… I noticed what is to date the highest “accepted” breach in speed limit law. It comes (no doubt with little surprise to locals) near the Concord rotary. There’s a stretch of road about a mile or two long between a set of lights and the rotary itself. Just beyond the rotary is the Concord prison, and a state police barracks directly across from that. the posted limit is 45 or 55 I believe, and slows to 25 as you get near the rotary. I was traveling in the right of the two lanes, traffic in the left lane gradually overtaking as one would normally expect. It was two solid pylons of cars that had just taken off from the lights. Traffic included two state police cruisers, one in each lane, that were just mingling with traffic in no particular rush.
Traffic was moving at 75mph. When we were in the 25mph zone. that’s not only 50 MILES OVER THE LIMIT, but it TRIPLES the posted speed limit. Normally there are hefty fines for even doubling the speed limit. The police were going about their way as if we were doing 65 in a 65. It didn’t feel extraordinary until I wrapped my brain around the particulars of the situation. It just struck me as odd I suppose, that they would even bother posting a speed limit sign. Might as well have one that reads “Speed limit: WHATEV LOL”
Then traffic proceeded to bugger every law governing how rotaries are supposed to flow. But that’s another story for another day. Although I’ve probably already told it. Not that I re-tell stories. Ever.
That’s all I got.
There should be a word for “and/or”. And/or is so cumbersome. Especially at work I find myself needing to use it (or its meaning at least) more than once in a sentence sometimes, and I end up playing with words and placement to get around it. Bah. Stupid words. Stupid morning. I just need more coffee, then I won’t care.
So I fixed my radiator. Normally not an entry worthy of bothering the busy internet with. Although after my last entry about fixing my starter, you may be able to guess that there’s more to it than simply dropping in a new radiator. That is, if the entry title wasn’t obvious enough. I’ve graciously put most everything behind the cut.
Frankenradiator… ‘when it absolutely has to fit’
Long slept Iggathustra in his cubicle; and not only the rosy dawn passed over his head, but also the morning. At last, however, his eyes opened, and amazedly he gazed into the office and the stillness, amazedly he gazed into himself. Then he arose quickly, like a seafarer who all at once seeth the land; and he shouted for joy: for he saw a new truth. And he spake thus to his heart:
A light hath dawned upon me: I need cookies–soft ones; not crumbly ones and crumbly bits of cookies, which fall on me where I eat.
I make for my goal, I follow my course; over the loitering and tardy will I leap. Thus let my on-going be their down-going!
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Crumbly cookies are for cretins. Only soft cookies are fit for consumption. Take your crumbly cookies and throw them to the sewers. Let the troglodites, CHUDs, and other subterranian undesirables feast on the brittle bits. They are becoming of such creatures, but not of me.
I require soft cookies. Thus spake Iggathustra.
short entry for now. tired.
went to the pick-apart to get a radiator and a starter. got one of the half-width radiators from civic slightly newer than mine that was in really good shape. got the starter out of the same car. starter ended up not fitting. wrong bell housing adapter. so rather than doing the sensible thing and going to autozone to buy a real one…. I made a working starter out of the two. Frankenstarter, assembled from the mechanical corpses of his fallen comerades:
frankenstarter
The general thought about car failures is that two unrelated systems never fail at the same time. The chances of one system failing are very low in the first place, so the chances of two systems going are much much lower. Typically this is also thought of related systems as well… if two related systems appear to be failed it’s probably some more basic system that the two share.
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Upon noticing that their roommate has finished a box of their cereal, a “standard fare” roommate might passive-aggressively drop hints about “replenishing spent resources” or mention cereal in a conversation (I know I always talk about cereal) or something to try and get the box replaced. The same could be said of how most inter-roommate communications of frustration go. Not very good for getting things taken care of.
When my roommate, , noticed I had finished his Cinnamon Toast Crunch (Ancient Greek for “holiest of forms which grain may take”) he instead wrote “AAAAAARRRRGH DEEAAATH!!!” on a piece of scrap paper and stabbed it onto the box with a kitchen knife. There was no ambiguity. Roughly translated I believe it would sound something like “Dear roommate, I noticed you seem to have finished one of my foodstuffs. Please replace it at your earliest convenience.” I promptly went out to the store and replaced the precious staple. And all was well in the apartment.
It’s all about communication skills. Beating around the bush simply can’t compare to the subtle effectiveness of forcefully impaling your intentions in a thing/place of mutual tactical importance . I wish I had gotten a picture. It was hilarious =P.
Normally Bob is very “proper” when correcting my reports. Her notes are clear and concise (if a little excessive in number). Always very formal, as if her review is going to be reviewed. She’s a bit of a tightwad in general… As mean as I am about her usually, I mean that as a descriptor and not an insult. She doesn’t know how to be funny or social. So I had to laugh when I was reading through her latest set of corrections. One of the notes was “What’s up w/#3?”, referring to a part that has an odd defect. Even reading it now as I’m typing it, it’s not all that funny… just amusingly out of character.
In other news, Jacked from :
Cthulhu humor is funny regardless of political views =P.
I got the call from the insurance company on monday about the SVX. She’s been deemed totalled. I’m glad I had the chance to have it and it sucks to see it go, but I’m very much looking forward to the insurance break. A little extra cash in the pocket never hurt. I wanted to ice race it, but I’m equally happy to race the CRX. It did very well last year and I hope to do even better this year now that I have more experience. So… farewell to the SVX.
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