sigh

The wheels are really coming off this one.

memorial day and such.

A&E has been showing a documentary about a marine reserve company that lost over 10% of it's men in Iraq. The biggest hit came when an entire transport full of men (approximately 15, including a couple Iraqis) was totally obliterated by a landline on a paved road that had supposedly been cleared earlier that day.

15 buddies from ohio, all gone at once.

At some point between 1 ad 4 this morning i watched it and highly recommend it, though i'm not sure why. I think it might have had something to do with the discovery channel (three stations lower on the dial) was simultaneously showing one of those "weapons of war" shows where they show you the factories that build the tanks and mini-guns and bombs and some jabroni host goes out and test fires them all on some old junker cars.


Sunday; 8 a.m. and 2 p.m. Memorial Day; and 11 a.m. Saturday, June 3.

shorty

I've seriously considered converting the FIAT to an all electric drive train with a possible removable combustion-driven power module in the rear. Who killed the electric car?

i'll do it too if you want to give me about 2 grand.

uh-oh

What's that, U.S.? You kidnapped a German (Dec 05? and i've never heard about this?) Citizen and sent him to GTMO? Damn... Probably won't hear too much about that in the main stream media. I guess the ACLU still cares about this guy and sure as shit the german government wants to know what the fuck we were thinking.

oh well, all's well in the face of terrorism. Unfortunately we'll never really know because yet again big brother has declared this entire topic a state secret, meaning that it can't even go to court since it would jeopardize the entire operation in the middle east, which we all know is going swingingly.

dreams and hopes

my birthday is a lot closer than it is farther. I want you guys to pool your money and get me this car. It has a iced bar AND a machine gun firing robot.

Also, thermodynamics continues to beat my ass. I thought grad school was easy. Munkey Stephens, i'm looking in YOUR direction.

that's not america

that's not even mexico.

(oYo)

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(oYo) -Courier
(oYo) -Georgia
(oYo) -Lucida Grande
(oYo) -Times
(oYo) -Trebuchet
(oYo) -Veranda
(oYo) -Webdings (webdings)

Now, i don't know if its because this font shares it's name with a woman, or if it's tried and true unbiased judgement, but these: (oYo) look the most like real boobs

huh-ZA!

keepin it real. real generic.

fiat updates seen here.

Uh, Hello? The Onion? why do you think this article about talking with simpsons quotes is in anyway different from the way me and my people were living our lives 5 years ago?

Tonight the Pistons finally showed up and beat Labron and those guys from Cleveland and the other team that isn't our team. to re-cap, we (and by "we," i mean those millionaires who live in the northern suburbs of detroit) won the first two games in this best of seven series and then lost the next 3. Keep in mind that Detroit was pinned to win the whole taco this year. However, James is on his way to becoming detroit's next Jordan, who as you'll all remember, fucked up the bad-boys run back in the day. Keep in mind, that the media and NBA would love for lebron to win so he can go up against the big man, Shaq. But since you (and by "you," i mean you) don't watch basketball, i'll get off my soap box.

I will now devote my weekend to becoming a thermodynamicist. (that word is credited to notorious)

I can't feel feelings anymore

My man in the field, "night moves rob" (his name is night moves. and he's got 'em) sent me news from the underground. results below.

Don't

Press

Play

crying == crying

maybe everything will be okay.

crying == laughing

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/12808954/

this pretty much describes it all. A 150K truck (figure a million each with cost of guarding and delivering it) delivered to people who don't want or know what to with it. Best i can figure, there aren't even adequit descriptors to express what's going on over there.

I'd put a pay check on the chances of these trucks ending up filled with explosives and driven into some police recruitment office.

what. the. fuck.

another insight into neurotic behaviors

i spent a measurable amount of time today trying to explain to another engineer why i would try to rebuild an early 70's-design Fiat transmission, and yet refuse to change my own oil. He argument was pretty obviously based on money savings and the comfort of knowing some high school flunk out hadn't touched your $10,000 to $50,000 piece of equipment. My argument was why would i want to drive to the store (gas+time) buy oil (money+time) come home, jack up the car, change the oil (dirty+time) and then return the used product back to the store (gas+time) when i can pay marginally more money and be done in 20 minutes?

Better things i can do with my time:

-Train
-Pound my girl (Free transmission 4th-gear synchro if you remember where this phrase is from)
-Read
-Rebuild a transmission
-Eat
-Father my robot son

Later, i realized it wasn't just a time issue. The secondary effect is, i've already mastered the art of draining hot oil and replacing it with cold oil. There's no learning curve and thus, i feel like i'm failing to better myself with that particular task. Shit, i could be sitting in my room learning how to type with all the fingers.... you can't buy that.

of course, now the obvious question is, what am i doing wasting my time typing this? Recreation, mind you, in whatever form it takes, is never a waste of time.

time to go tie one on.

as always

Scott bringin the power.

I got bid'nes to attend. And i can't attend my bid'ness without no damn signal.

also, check out the fiat page on the side bar

who was that guy?

every few months or so some random item in life will remind me of one of the many people i used to know. It's odd to think about how many people i used to know, compared to those i still do. Last count i've gone through nearly a dozen jobs and half as many schools. How many phone numbers didnt get transferred over from the 4 cell phones i've owned?

and then, for example, i'll pick up a tool i used to use as a fire alarm tech and say to myself, "i wonder if jeff ever went back down south?"

i think the negative effect this is all having is, am i becoming less likely to accept new people into my life? sub-consciously, do i suspect they're all just extras in the sitcom of life and likely won't be around by next season?

i dont think i'm there yet.