My GOD it pisses me off that I can’t run iTunes on my work machine and take advantage of the big fat pipe to download my purchases! Geez, it’s enough to make a girl seriously think about using the grocery money to buy herself a damn laptop! THE WHOLE REASON I WORK HERE IS FOR THE SHORT HOP TO THE BACKBONE!!!
I never would have bothered blowing up the Jeep if I’d only paid some attention to Weather.com today:
… WINTER WEATHER ADVISORY REMAINS IN EFFECT TONIGHT…
A MIXTURE OF FREEZING RAIN AND SLEET WILL DEVELOP ACROSS THE AREA TONIGHT WITH AROUND TWO TENTHS OF AN INCH ICE ACCUMULATION EXPECTED. THE ACCUMULATION OF LIGHT FREEZING RAIN AND SLEET… WILL CREATE HAZARDOUS TRAVEL CONDITIONS… ESPECIALLY ON UNTREATED SURFACES.
ALONG WITH THE FREEZING PRECIPITATION… DENSE FOG WILL LIMIT VISIBILITIES UNDER A HALF MILE AT TIME.
In a fit of foresight and organization, I went outside this afternoon to disinter the Jeep from its icy cocoon.
I haven’t driven it since the ice storm(s) and snow, so it was basically frozen to the ground and entombed in ice with a blanket of snow.
I had to kick the handle several times before I could get the door open. I started it up, put the defrost on full blast, and then went into the shed and plugged in the compressor.
I went inside and shifted laundry from one machine to the other. Then I put on a pair of jeans.
I went back outside and filled the Jeep’s flat tire with air, then unplugged the comressor and tossed the air hose back into the shed.
I moved the car about ten feet, and I even had to do it in 4WD: back, then forward again about a foot to the right of where it had been frozen to the ground. I did this for no good reason other than it seemed seemly to unstick it from the icy puddles it had been sitting in.
I took our old blue plastic-bristled utility broom and went to attack the Jeep. I swept snow off of it, scratched huge chunks of ice off of it. At some point I was removing old snow so vigourously that I broke the old broom handle in half. “Damn!” I exclaimed, surprized at my herculean effort, then matter-of-factly used the pointy end to scrape ice off of the windshield wipers. I inspected all the windows and door handles for ice. The Jeep was clean and in working order.
Finally, satisfied that I’d work-prepped my car and wouldn’t have to do much more in the morning other than turn it on, I turned it off and headed for the house.
I heard a splattering sound. It sounded like a race horse peeing. I turned back from the door and squatted so I could see under the Jeep, and damn if it wasn’t just busily pouring a few gallons of antifreeze right on the ground.
THAT’LL teach me to try and have an organized morning.
My latest website gig: Eden’s Harvest Birth & Well Woman Center’s new website is up and runnng!
Joe: Daphne told me Adie’s blog is a fuckin’ riot but I haven’t been reading blogs lately.
Me: Yeah, basically it’s all yer ex-bitches. Dude, I really like most of your exes, on the Internet anyway!
Joe: It’s embarrasing. At least there isn’t a board—
Me: I’ll make one! I’ll add a “JOE’S EX-BITCHES” section to Rants—
Joe: —no, no, no! I’ll die!
Me: —and we can all hang out there and NOT TALK ABOUT YOU! *laugh*
Joe: *groan* Don’t you dare.
Me: We’ll have to find more girls though—
Joe: —maybe I can find some new ones. *pause* Yeah right.
Me: As long as they’re board-worthy—
When we got home last night, there wasn’t any power. No lights, no heat, nothing. We went out with the dogs and a flashlight and checked our wires; we own all the wiring on our property and are responsible for all of it. The power company will only work on it up to the transformer and after that, it’s our problem. (Oh, the joys of home ownership.)
When Brett had determined that all our lines were up, we went inside and I lit some candles and called Access Energy.
Amazingly, a woman answered the main number at eight o’clock at night. She said she knew there was some problem in Batavia, and that crews were working on it.
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My coworker Buzz and I are in the office at the same time for the first time since I got my iPod mini. So I said, “Do you wanna see my Christmas present already?” And the poor bastard said, “Yes.”
…and ten minutes later, head shaking slowly back and forth, he intoned, “You shouldn’t have shown this to me,” and he’s surfing for 30Gb iPods now. LOL!
I thought it was just roos, but apparently it’s all pseudo-conscious hippie freaks everywhere!
“There are so many ‘aware’ consumers carefully reading labels and making proclaimations about the product in their hands–to the air, if they’re alone. They won’t get out of your way if you just need that one carton of chicken stock behind them, they just stand there all doped up on anti-depressants and Valerian and wrapped in fleece and natural fibers and stare at you like you requested a kidney if you ask them to please step aside.”
Read the most wonderful rant ever, Why I Hate Whole Foods, from Rants & Raves on craigslist.org.
I hitched a ride to town this morning with Mr. Brett, because it’s icy and snowy and shitty out and planning to get worse, and as he surfed his giant V10 Dodge Ram down the various blacktop, we listened to comedy on his XM radio.
Robin Williams! Bernie Mac! Dave Attel! Red Foxx! Right there inside the radio!
Comedy is fun. Laughing your ass of two or three times during your morning commute is good.
I think I approve of the satellite radio, and I definitely approve of my redneck beloved jealously carrying around little bits of geekdom!
If you, like me, can’t run iTunes on, say, your WORK COMPUTER, but you need to get to yer tunes, then check it: iPod Music Liberator 2.7 byZelek Software. Meep!
