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Brown Parade last night
Jun. 21st, 2007 08:05 amTo anyone I may have had appointments with last night.
There was an rather long parade of shit that fucking happened all at once.
I was supposed to play carswitch with martin, since he needed my beastie wagon for Country USA (local country music fest). The night previous he has accidentally left the dome light on. all night. battery was le fucked and le dead, despite three minor resurrections via cable jumpstarting.
I say three, because there was one BEFORE the switchoff and two after. I couldn't use the blinkers and had to quick try and remember my HAND turn signals. ...still don't remember how the hell to do a right turn signal.
So after all of that, along with pumping the gas like a motherfucker, I make it up to the top of Springs Hill (hill riddled with a few freshwater springs and used to have a nunnery on it. why are there so few nunneries these days?) before the battery dies. permanently. No jumpstarts work.
Thankfully, apparently Country USA attracts a LOT of good samaritans. Someone lent me their cellphone to call for help, another guy (a car mechanic, leik yay whee!) checked out and gave me a run down of what he thought was wrong, a semi-driver stopped and said I shouldn't be out in this heat without water (two un-opened plastic sealed bottles of ICY COLD WATER), a ex-navy guy, and a kind old guy who gave me a lift to the farm when my brother didn't show his ass after an hour. (Said brother claims I didn't say where I was when I called him the first time. I know what I said. Not my fault he's got a shitty cellphone and shittier hearing.)
However this little parade took about 3 hours to sort itself out and for mom to come by with a tow-line equipped truck and drag the car off of the road (problem? not the battery! fucky-go-fubar alternator and starter!).
She's getting someone to tow it back to their machine shop and fix the sucker.
Meantime I'm rescheduling everything incase I don't get a working car.
Top it off couldn't use the computer last night to report all of this fresh off the bat, thunderstorm made the power go freakout. We all know that power fluctuations are very bad for the boxen.
so here I am, after a 6 am wake-up to help my mom carry her oxygen concentrator and other various items to her car..
...upside. I tried trader joe's mango black tea.
<3. just pure fucking <3. mango. mmhm.
There was an rather long parade of shit that fucking happened all at once.
I was supposed to play carswitch with martin, since he needed my beastie wagon for Country USA (local country music fest). The night previous he has accidentally left the dome light on. all night. battery was le fucked and le dead, despite three minor resurrections via cable jumpstarting.
I say three, because there was one BEFORE the switchoff and two after. I couldn't use the blinkers and had to quick try and remember my HAND turn signals. ...still don't remember how the hell to do a right turn signal.
So after all of that, along with pumping the gas like a motherfucker, I make it up to the top of Springs Hill (hill riddled with a few freshwater springs and used to have a nunnery on it. why are there so few nunneries these days?) before the battery dies. permanently. No jumpstarts work.
Thankfully, apparently Country USA attracts a LOT of good samaritans. Someone lent me their cellphone to call for help, another guy (a car mechanic, leik yay whee!) checked out and gave me a run down of what he thought was wrong, a semi-driver stopped and said I shouldn't be out in this heat without water (two un-opened plastic sealed bottles of ICY COLD WATER), a ex-navy guy, and a kind old guy who gave me a lift to the farm when my brother didn't show his ass after an hour. (Said brother claims I didn't say where I was when I called him the first time. I know what I said. Not my fault he's got a shitty cellphone and shittier hearing.)
However this little parade took about 3 hours to sort itself out and for mom to come by with a tow-line equipped truck and drag the car off of the road (problem? not the battery! fucky-go-fubar alternator and starter!).
She's getting someone to tow it back to their machine shop and fix the sucker.
Meantime I'm rescheduling everything incase I don't get a working car.
Top it off couldn't use the computer last night to report all of this fresh off the bat, thunderstorm made the power go freakout. We all know that power fluctuations are very bad for the boxen.
so here I am, after a 6 am wake-up to help my mom carry her oxygen concentrator and other various items to her car..
...upside. I tried trader joe's mango black tea.
<3. just pure fucking <3. mango. mmhm.
