Less info, more pictures. I hear that’s what people like. Here are some photos of awesome cars. More will follow in the upcoming days.
I took tons more. Weird thing I just noticed though, what the heck is with the color orange? Is it the new thing or something?
I have no idea what type of luck I have. It’s just bad. I was on my way back home to get ready for another job and I hear a low rumbling in the back of my car. I worry about it for a few seconds, thinking it might be a developing flat, but then I shrug it off pretty quickly. Bad idea. A minute later BLAM – the back right side of my car lowers suddenly and I pull off into an almost nonexistant shoulder.
Yup. My tire exploded. I felt a bit unnerved by the short distance between me and many of the oncoming cars (some feet away) so I called “Hoosier Helpers” to give me a hand. Unfortunately, I’d lost my wheel lock, so the guy works at it for an hour and finally gives up. Keep in mind how bitter cold it was out there…probably in the negatives with wind chill. Finally I have to call a tow truck, pay him $150, and get a lift to some local used tire store run by the only “Southern Folk” in Gary, Indiana apparently. A few seconds of work and my lock was off (turns out it just needed a few gentle turns to finally come loose). At least they gave me a good price on a tire (and they were pretty nice to boot).
I guess the day turned out ok because I only missed one of four jobs and have had stuff flowing in for the last few days. I just can’t believe how crazy it was.
There are few things as beautiful and poetic as spam mail:
Have you ever heard that you that you can change your male aggregate length?
Women will drive crazy with you.
Dont miss this opportunity to lengthen your jang length.
It is time to consider your male machine length.
Or click on this picture to see the whole shebang:
I couldn’t stop laughing after I read this. So badly translated. And what in god’s name does “jang” mean?
Just wanted to let any random readers know that I’m in the process of changing hosting. Apparently, Yurx, my old host, is in a crazy state of turmoil and I’m not sure if it’ll be lasting too long.
If everything goes how I’d like it to, the transition should be flawless and easy. Chances are that it won’t be. I’ll be in South Dakota visiting family for the next four days, so I’ll try my hardest to fix up whatever problems might arise from there (if the NAM servers catch up as quickly as tomorrow, hopefully all of the bugs will be out before I leave).
After only a short month with the best cat ever, we took him to the vet where he was diagnosed with some sort of growth and swelling in his Kidneys that would ultimately end in a painful death. We had to put him to sleep today. I already miss him.
I’ve been following this Ron Paul phenomena for a while. One one side of the issue it’s amazing to see someone so radically for the upholding of the constitution command such an army of followers, on the other, it’s a bit weird to see a majority of people who are so for some of the things that Ron Paul is against, I’m trying to figure out if they’re ignoring the negatives of Paul for the greater good or if they’re just not sure what he stands for as a whole.
Using http://www.2decide.com/table.htm as a general guideline for the candidates (specifically Ron Paul), I noticed a few things. One was that Kucinich seemed to agree far more with the Digg majority when it comes to his stances on important (and somewhat unimportant) issues. On the other hand, Digg favorite Ron Paul had a surprising amount of incongruent ideas when compared with the majority of what I’ve seen on Digg.
Here are some examples:
Some of these are more or less unimportant to the Digg community, but many of them I’ve seen brought up time and time again on the front page on Digg and in political arguments. I can say that Digg is pretty much steadfastly for Net Neutrality. I can also say with confidence that Digg users have almost unanimously bashed any candidate without the environment in mind, but Paul’s stance on the Kyoto Protocol and drilling in Alaska flies in the face of that majority opinion. What gives?
Now I’m not sure if this chart is really the most trustworthy resource. Maybe it’s not updated. Maybe I should do more research – but what is going to happen if these are completely true? Does one man have the power to completely change the Digg community, or will the members of Digg ignore these small discrepancies and support Paul based on his more sweeping ideas?
I have too much to write about in such a short time. Over the period of two days, I learned that I had a house available to me and moved into it. Right now we’re sleeping on a mattress on the floor. I didn’t have room in my car to carry anything large, so I folded my futon mattress to fit into the back of a van and carted it over. The cable guy is coming today and I can’t be more relieved. It’s weird to see how connected I am to the internet. Not only do I have to check every few hours to make sure that nothing has been assigned to me, but it’s one of my main sources of information and entertainment. Without it, I feel disconnected from the world.
It’s weird living with Elise. Not in a bad way, it’s just this has all happened so quickly. It’s like a perpetual sleepover. We went shopping for the first time last night and cooked some eggs and bacon for dinner, finishing with some fuzzy over-the-air television and some music on my computer. The cat that we rescued loves us. He wanders around the house when we’re gone, usually finding a place on a bag of clothes or a stray chair to sleep on. The second we walk in the door, he’s there. Following us, sitting with us, jumping onto my lap when I’m messing around with my computer. It’s pretty great.
Back on subject, the house was my grandparents’. My grandfather owns a subdivision, so he decided to move into one of his own houses, leaving his old one empty. Elise and I are taking care of the house until they decide to sell it. We also were given the task of clearing out all of the junk that they’ve left.
Digging through the various boxes is an oddly rewarding experience. It’s like a series of treasure chests containing objects long forgotten. Just yesterday, I found two official Army Medic kits from what I can only guess is the Vietnam War, a completely metal train set, and a switchblade knife with bone handle that I really can’t figure out how to close. There’s a complete box of photos from the 70’s, which amazes me. I can’t believe the changes that have taken place in only 30 years. It’s so incredible to see one moment frozen in time like that. I can’t wait until the time when I can look back at my photos and see the same type of discrepancies with the life I’m living. The cars, the styles, the places. I wonder if everything will change as much as it has in the last 30 years.
I can’t get over the fact that people care so much about labels on their clothes. I’m fine getting the cheapest pair of jeans ever. When they start to wear out noticeably, I shrug, toss them in the “use if I’m going to get messy” drawer, and move on. I can’t even imagine how much financial pain I’d be in if I fell on my face and tore a pair of $500 jeans. Really though, is the label so important? A designer freak might argue that the quality of their clothes is much higher than that of mine, but quality only goes so far in explaining the load of cash they spent on woven cotton with some fake paint stripes across the ass. Are they stain resistant? Is there some sort of electromechanical barrier shielding your legs from sudden impact? Do robot arms erupt out of the pockets in times of need to save the day? No? Oh. The name? You’re paying for the name? Awesome. And they’re still made in China.
It upsets me hearing people talking about getting these expensive handbags that do exactly what their cheaper counterparts do – hold their crap. I know it’s all part of the American dream or whatever, but I could see that money being used in so many more things that are better than showing other people that you’re so rich that you want to be ripped off. Even if they didn’t want to donate it to starving children and pick up a cheaper alternative, they could at least spend it on an object that’s more than a shallow status symbol.
Luckily, my girlfriend isn’t into that crap, so I’m a happy man.
We found a stray cat this weekend. It was sleeping in the middle of the road, so I decided to pick it up because I felt sorry for it. It is very thin, has a few scars behind it’s ear, a dirty gray coat – but it’s one of the most loving cats that I have ever come into contact with.
After a while of searching, we’ve figured that it’s abandoned/stray and we’re not going to be able to find the owners. Tomorrow we’re getting it’s shots and after that we’re taking it to a friend’s house so that they can take care of it until me and Elise move in together.
I made a house for the cat out of an old box and lined the bottom with a few old T-shirts. He loves it. I hope that’ll tide it over until we can get it to a real house.
Here’s a picture of the cat in question that I took today:
Cute, huh? Can’t wait for it to live with us!
Ok. Recently I had the weirdest dream ever. Here’s a shortened list of exactly what happened in that dream. The best interpretation as to what the hell was going on in my mind to make this happen to me wins a hug.
That’s it. So any ideas?
