Archive for July, 2004
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Sunday, July 11th, 2004Oh how these magical summer weekends fly by. This one was kinda packed, sort of. I got off early Friday, thanks again to the university’s summer hours, the best idea anybody’s ever had, ever. Normally this would’ve meant a carefree afternoon motoring around town with a leather helmet and driving goggles and a white scarf [...]
Dr. Roxk
Thursday, July 8th, 2004Okay, borrowing heavily from k and those who came before her, I hereby offer my 25 sorta greatest hits, in no particular order, with some or no explanation offered herein. Especially for my duplicate bands, of which there are many. 25.Tom Petty — Runnin’ Down a Dream Not only does it rock, it contains quite [...]
Spider-Distractions
Wednesday, July 7th, 2004In the interest of not crying about my auto repair bill (still being tallied), I offer you this, which I started thinking about yesterday while commenting at Scotty’s. What’s the deal with these Sam Raimi Spider-Man movies? I couldn’t wait to see it the first chance I got, which was Friday afternoon, wife or no. [...]
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Tuesday, July 6th, 2004So, um, I called John, the mechanic. It’s not just the secondary fan, which is crucial to the air conditioner and which also blows on the engine block when it heats up. The fan was bad, and was responsible for the mystery heat. Simple enough. But. It’s never that simple. He’s got a new fan [...]
Vroom, motherfucker.
Tuesday, July 6th, 2004Oh damn you, cars, damn you. I’ve got a bad feeling about cars this week. I dropped mine off at the shop this morning, and there’s a bunch of crap wrong with it. The air conditioner’s not cooling. The engine smells hot after I drive it, and there’s a spot on the block where the [...]
Boom.
Monday, July 5th, 2004God, I love Stigler. The greatest thing about it is its blend of reliability and unpredictability. For example: I can pretty much rely on the fact that, at some point during any given visit to Stigler, we’ll end up with at the strip pits with Tony and his brother David shooting guns at found garbage. [...]
… And it’s on.
Saturday, July 3rd, 2004Guns. Fireworks. Potato cannon. Hominy with Velveeta. We’re Stigler bound. May god have mercy on our souls.
Summer BASICs
Thursday, July 1st, 2004The summer doldrums and boozing go hand in hand, and constantly fuel one another. If the summer doldrums were written in BASIC, they’d go something like this: 10: “MAAAAAAan, I don’t feel like doing AAAAAAAaaanything! I need a drink!” 20: (drink drink drink drink drink) 30 PRINT: THE NEXT DAY: 40: “MAAAAAAAAaaan, am I hung [...]
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