Not surprising, considering how bad the food sucked. It’s a shame, because ten years ago it was still really good; the new owner rode it into the ground.
Just the Simple Truth: This is pure awesome. Now, what the POTUS needs to do is start beating this fucking drum OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
Hmm. Depending on the weather and our schedule, I’m going to see if we can check out the Baltimore Kinetic Sculpture Race this year.
Tired. Very tired. Working on the 10-20 stuff last night; it’s going well, and the money’s good. Gotta keep it going until we get the site looking tight. I have a meeting with the Gebran folks tonight to see what they need; hopefully there’ll be another month or so of development on their product/s to keep the freelance going. So far we’ve billed and been paid and there’s another invoice out, with the promise of work in the summer-fall for Oakleaf.
I watched the rest of the Aliens special edition DVD the other night and I’ve been thinking about it ever since—it was my favorite movie in 1986 or 87 when it came out, and it hasn’t aged too badly. Probably also because I played the game yesterday—it’s hard. And frightening as hell- the movement on the aliens is a lot faster in the game, and they mess you up quickly. It’s hard to play as the Marine, and you get a real sense of how hard it would be to stay alive without a team with you (which is how the demo sends you out.)
I didn’t get to spend as much time as I wanted with my ladies this weekend, because I was junkyard huntin’ and Scout fixin’, but I did get to spend the balance of Sunday with them, and it was a great day. As detailed elsewhere, Peer Pressure is back on the road. After wrenching Saturday morning, I sanded the floor in the den in preparation for a third and final coat of polyurethane, which went down today before work. In the evening e went out for a fantastic vegetarian Indian dinner with a family from Finn’s co-op class, and afterwards enjoyed the sound of the three girls running across the restaurant lawn as the light faded. When we got home there were two huge boxes of produce on the back steps from Aunt C. (I don’t know if I should publicize the details, but WOW, and thank you) and after Finn went to sleep Mama and I sorted produce with some cold beer and tried to find space in the fridge for everything.
Sunday was shopping day, so we bundled up and hit the stores for some essentials, then came home and got ready for a family fun day at her co-op, for which we had to wake her early from a nap. This did not go over so well, because the fun day was shutting down early and we missed most of the events and food, but met up with her friends. After meltdowns involving shoes and balloons (and a failed attempt at trying out the moon bounce—thwarted by a snotty kid), we decided to adjourn to the playground across the street and let the girls run off some energy.
Sunday evening we had the windows open and I made some guacamole with our dinner and enjoyed being with my family, and I couldn’t be happier to see white buds on the cherry tree outside. Spring is coming and it feels good to be alive with another cold winter almost behind us.
Thanks Mr. Clean!
Update: Saturday morning, Evil Mr. Clean and I took a brief jaunt out to Crazy Ray’s in Mt. Airy to see if we could find a radiator for Heavy D. What we found was much better pickings than the Jessup location, which is geared more towards later-model cars. Mt. Airy has late-model stock too, but they have rows of 50′s-era iron and some trucks I never thought I’d see at Jessup. We found a 200-series truck of the same vintage as his and had the radiator and shroud out in ten easy minutes. I pulled the washer bottle for the motor mounted underneath. Behind that was an 800 with a V8 in pretty poor shape, from which I swiped the speedo dial. I wanted to stop and pull two more, from a 50′s Chevy pickup and a flat-fendered Willys Jeep, but we were pressed for time. (I did grab a replacement dome light for the Saturn, which made me happy).
We headed back to the house to swap out my starter with his spare. It took a little doing; the top of the starter doesn’t allow for a thick box-head wrench to get a bite on the bolt. Once we’d wriggled it loose, the whole unit came off pretty quickly and we had the replacement bolted in in minutes. After taking some time to clean the electrical leads with some sandpaper and patch up a bare patch of copper with some tape, we reconnected the whole unit and turned the key. Success!
After lunch and a parking lot comparison of the two trucks, EMC left and I had a little time to spare. I tested out the new wiper bottle I’d scored and then used some spare hoses and fittings from the Wheaton Scout to connect my windshield washer nozzles. Success!
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