Month: May 2010
Strange morning
I woke up with an invention in my head. I don’t think it’s patentable, but I could build a prototype in about 15 minutes if I had the materials, and I’m trying to work out the final proportions to see if it would be useful to more people than just me. This is my second invention. The first was a zero gravity bed which would um, meet the safety and utility and mass requirements of such an object. Needless to say, when they start making porn in space, I’m expecting to get a path beaten to my door.
Sad news from the filk community; a woman expecting twins lost her little girl, after a truncated pregnancy. I wish to hug my children even tighter.
Katie has an appointment, fingers crossed.
Keith introduced his new female friend to Paul last night, and Paul was giddy on the phone with it. Big thumbs up. This is comforting to me; Paul in many ways is a shrewder judge of character than I.
Orphan sloth sanctuary. Prepare for pancreatic implosion. Thanks Patricia!
And what’s this about bishops not reporting to the Vatican? uh…..
I heart PZ Myers
Lovely weekend
Apart from not mowing the lawn, and not doing a stitch of laundry, I had an awesome weekend. There was singing and churching and lazing about, family meals and long conversations. Verra nice!
Sundry and various
First, a cake that looks like an octopus.
Impressive, eh wot? Continue reading Sundry and various
Ziva’s running fine
I paid the garage the last $70 I owed them this morning, and enjoyed a lovely run to work with the second Gorillaz album just a-blastin’. Happy sigh.
Board meeting was very nice, I got my new red badge of office and learned with love and thanks that somebody has stepped up to be Treasurer. Phew. Thanks Kathleen! Now I have a ton of stuff to read.
Extending two middle fingers skyward
I ignored the fracking check engine light, which obliged me by going out and staying out, and conveyed Katie and myself to Mike’s folks’ house, and then to tried to get some gelato on the drive. That didn’t work out, so we went to the place at Glen and Venables instead, and then home, after a run for some much needed toilet paper and sixty bucks of gas. Shower now, and then work. After work, church Board meeting.
Heavy sigh.
Check engine light came on in the driveway … again. Went off when I turned it off and re-lit. Other than that, it appears to be running great.
One of my friends’ sons made a top 30 Toronto Bachelors list
From the article…
Corey Mintz Age 34. Sign “Where are we, Plato’s Retreat? Astrology is a deal-breaker.” Gig “I have people over for dinner and write about it for FED, a Saturday column for The Toronto Star.” Wheels “Ten-speed blue Miele frame. But my chauffeur drives a Prius.” Dream date “Matinee of Manhattan or Big Sleep at the Bloor theatre. Scotch and popcorn in the balcony. Dinner at the Black Hoof. She picks up the cheque while I’m in the boys room.” Guilty pleasure Q-tips. Fun fact “I sneak spoons into Ethiopian restaurants.” Words to live by “This conversation needed to end one minute ago.” Why Shinan picked me “Shinan needs new glasses.”
Read more: http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/toronto/archive/2010/02/20/shinan-govani-s-worthy-30-the-men.aspx#ixzz0nkP8LFv1
Jericho was great as usual
This time it was Lowry Olafson, and he and his percussionist and accordionist were made of awesome. Beautiful, simple songs with lots of heart and humour. Jacques on the cajón was superlative and had folks in the audience craning their necks (what the heck is THAT that he is sitting on and sounds like a full drum kit?). I sang Tapioca on a borrowed mando and Forty Million Lightyears, which triggered the headliner to sing a filk song! of his own composition!!! go Allegra….
Australia, home of topless amateur firefighters
Yes! Is there anything uncool about Oz? I mean apartment from their internet filter, that sucks a bus depot toilet brush.
Coolant temp sensor
Waiting on part.
Remember the time the Rover 2000 TC broke down
…. and we called a towtruck, and the towtruck got mired, and we had to call a towtruck to pull out the towtruck, and we missed Bugs Bunny?
Yeah.
Like that.
Ziva ran GREAT for about 30 seconds. Then she lurched, shuddered, bucked and darted, quit and re-lit in a rather terrifying fashion. Prior to quitting on Highway 17, she was running great, quiet at idle and hella power. I should have turned it around, but nope. The check engine light flashed on and off like a Christmas light and then I got home, practically in shock, and called the shop about 30 seconds before it closed, then called Paul. He was flabbergasted that the shop had let it go twice with it being subpar, this not being his experience of the guys (three brothers) who run the place. They will send out a towtruck tomorrow and drag it back. The new datum is that if you pop the hood, the engine hisses like a legendary snake crossed with a mosquito – vacuum leaking somewhere.
Ah, Ziva. How hard you make me fight for even a little kiss. Fur and tires…..
I have other bits of news but I’ll just let it go at that right now.
Distributor
$600.
I’m going to be selling my kids at the side of the road if this keeps up. The fixer upper dude is mortified that he didn’t catch it previously and is charging me cost for the parts plus about $100 labour. Ziva should be ready tonight.
I have now spent three times as much on the car to insure it and get it running than I did to purchase it. Love is an expensive proposition, but obsession – that’s just plain crazy.