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Thursday, September 27, 2001

"Dude, blog all that sh*t, OK?"

Shamelessly stealing a couple of quizzes from Daypop (via Jonno):

Who is your Rockstar Boyfriend? Please ignore their blantant misspellings ("You're band is...") And I got Thom Yorke. Eh. What were my other options?

Match Wits with Miss America. I got them all right, though admittedly there was one I had trouble with.

09:40 PM PST (link)

An Aging Beauty with a Gas Problem.

Cindy failed her test again, but at least this time they didn't say she was gross.

For those of you who haven't met her, Cindy is my long suffering '87 Camaro IROC which...why are you snickering? OK, it's kind of a butch car for a Queer city boy. But I've had it for a long time; rather than trade it in, my mother just gave it to me to drive during my college days. The car is named after this Cindy, whose exercise tape a former roommate got me to do with her once. (And I know it's a she because...well, it's an automatic and therefore doesn't have a...never mind.)

The last time I got a smog check, not only did she fail, but she failed as a Gross Polluter. I was a little embarrassed, and had to spend a couple hundred dollars fixing her up. She's getting up there in years, and it shows. She's so far survived beachside parking in Santa Barbara and San Francisco, several break-ins and one theft; a couple minor hit-and-run scrapes while parked and at least three body-denting incidents with poles in parking structures and the like. The paint is extremely oxidized; it needs body work; the steering wheel leaks a black tarry substance in hot weather; even the fabric on the ceiling is hanging unattached. She honestly just sits on the streets of downtown San Francisco and is moved once or twice a week for street cleaning. I don't really use the car much; I occasionally go visit my mother or the Roommate goes to see his. The Boyfriend thinks I should get rid of it...sell it, donate it, give it back to my mother, drive it into the Bay, anything. And he has a point.

I feel vaguely guilty handing it back to my parents in this condition, but I don't know that it's worth throwing any more money into it. Someone who wanted to rebuild the thing might buy it, even for parts, especially since GM will stop producing the Camaro. I admit that I'm a little nostalgic about Cindy, even if I'm a negligent car owner. But I could rent a car for less than it costs to keep this one up; I could use the City CarShare program, which is a quick walk from my house.

I guess if nothing else I need to take it to the nice Hippie Auto Mechanics who fixed it last time and get it tuned up to pass; I'll need to do so to sell it.

But then what?

07:00 PM PST (link)

Wednesday, September 26, 2001

180 Degree Mood Swing.

Someone's smoking big fat rocks of crack. (Noisy Flash movie.)

04:40 PM PST (link)

Tell it like it is.

I'm still a little melancholy, and listening to Tracy Chapman (2.7Mb MP3) this morning didn't help. There was going to be more to this entry, but I think instead I'll try to put it in a diary entry. Even if I don't think it's important I should still try to say it.

03:22 PM PST (link)

Tuesday, September 25, 2001

A Matter of Monsterous Importance.

I can't decide which I like more: Scary Stories or Domokun. I'm tempted to say the latter, on the basis of Turdmonster alone.

01:14 PM PST (link)

Monday, September 24, 2001

Drawn with light on the sky.

"#3: Avoid contact with plumbing. Do not wash your hands, do not take a shower, do not wash dishes, and do not do laundry." Helpful tip for lightning safety or convenient excuse to not do housework?

It's rare to see lightning in San Francisco, and we got it up close and personal tonight. I remember standing under the carpark in Shreveport at my grandmother's house, watching the sky become traced with light in just another summer electrical storm. As miserable as I was in the heat, I loved every second of it. When it faded as fast as it came, I wished for its return.

[Tacky Google Bonus Link: "Please watch the beautiful colors on The Cross keep changing." Gag.]

10:39 PM PST (link)

Sunday, September 23, 2001

Man, It's So Loud In Here

I haven't been moved much to write lately. Though I should mention that the Boyfriend and I saw They Might Be Giants last week. They've released a new CD/MP3 Collection Mink Car and are touring to support that. Great show...twenty years since their first single and they can still pack a theater. It should be noted that, coming from New York, they were scheduled to fly to Nebraska on September 11th. Oops. They cancelled some tour dates and drove across country, so I feel lucky to have caught them on what was basically their first show on the tour. (Note to They-heads: This was my first TMBG live show, and I'm still amazed that they performed Fingertips live.)

04:03 PM PST (link)