I present you with two important questions about the phrase "i binna tellyneck bendosack": can you identify where it's from and do you know what it means?
Commentary: Intermission is when you can get popcorn without missing part of the movie.
Anyone that's driven between Carlisle and Chelmsford more than a few times should be well aware of Jesus Cat and I am happy to report that he still exists. I have driven the Chelmsford-Carlisle route a number of times recently but had not seen Jesus Cat, which had left me concerned that he had departed this world, but on a return trip from Chelmsford tonight, I spotted him; long live Jesus Cat.
For those that are unaware, Jesus Cat is a plush cat that has been crucified to a telephone pole. I consider Jesus Cat to be a staple of the Carlisle experience as he's been there since before the first time I ever drove to Chelmsford (so at least 6 years).
Today I tore apart the trim on the passenger side of my truck, and ripped out the God forsaken "Premium Audio" factory installed amplifier. The factory amp has long been the bane of my truck's stereo system for a very long time now. The number of problems I can blame on that stupid amp are many and I won't bother enumerating them but now it has been replaced by a by-pass I bought at Tweeter, which consists of nothing more than 8 wires and a couple connectors. Now that I've gotten the thing out and my truck's audio is finally up to par, I've got to figure out what I'm going to do with this silly amp; I'm not electronically inclined enough to do anything really interesting, but I'm open to suggestions.
Things sound so much better now; I'm so pleased.
It may be well before my sailing season gets underway, but I happened to be in a West Marine recently for other reasons and I figured that I might as well grab myself this year's Eldridge Tide and Pilot Book. I may not have any use for it now, but I will eventually and it does a fantastic job of reminding me of sailing; oh man, boats.
Yesterday, my car stereo died on me; it scratched the crap out of one of my CDs (thankfully a burned one and not one of my real ones) and then started playing other ones very crackly and wrong. Needless to say, this really pissed me off, so I went by Circuit City to get a new one and then went about installing it. Installation was neat because I ripped the wiring harness off my old after-market stereo and soldered it up to my new one; I haven't soldered anything in a while so it was kind of fun. Then I went out and installed it, and, get this, only my hot-wired speaker worked (that's another story). I had to run off and do stuff so I couldn't try to figure out what was wrong until later. After poking around the Internet, I determined that my factory amp was causing the problems and I had to do a little bit of rewiring of the harness. Thankfully after rewiring the harness and reinstalling the new stereo today, everything is working about as well as can be expected. Of course, as well as can be expected is not as well as I would like because my factory amp is still limiting my new stereo. There is, of course, a solution to this problem too, which is to by-pass my stereo amp and I've already gotten the wiring harness to do that. Now I just have to tear apart the paneling in the back of my car and install the by-pass. (Maybe I'll remove the factory amp and see if I can't tear it apart, beef it up and have a nice little external amplifier.)
As I've mentioned, I've recently gotten back into fencing, which I'm having rather a bit of fun with, and it's led me to an interesting opportunity. I've started directing/refereeing for small local tournaments (mostly high school competitions), which, in addition to being something fun, is something they pay me for. In spite of the fact that I'm not anywhere near as good at fencing as I used to be, I'm still plenty good at watching it and knowing what's going on and it's a whole lot of fun. That they're paying me is almost icing on the cake.
As of a few days ago STOP Western Union has stopped supporting Telegram service (discussion) STOP This is something that saddens me immensely STOP I always thought that telegrams were totally awesome STOP I especially liked the whole ending sentences with stop thing STOP Now I will never know the joy of sending a telegram to someone STOP The worst part of all of it is that I was going to send someone a telegram a while back STOP Instead I decided the five or so dollars was too much STOP What a fool I was STOP
Commentary: Is an apple tree really an apple tree if it bears no fruit?
Driving home this evening, I saw a deer run across the street a few hundred feet ahead of me and in spite of not seeing any other deer around, I figured it was best to slow down a whole lot. Lucky for me, I was right to assume there'd be more as another one leapt across the street not twenty feet in front of me as I got to where the first had crossed. If I hadn't assumed more were to follow, I would be both a deer killer and the proud owner of a truck with a smashed front end. Ignoring the ruining my truck part, I really don't much want to crash into a deer because then I'd be stuck with a fatally wounded deer in pain. I don't know exactly what I'd do in that situation but I did think about it a good deal after narrowly avoiding having to deal with it. In the end, I came to the conclusion that the correct approach would be to take the crowbar from my trunk and beat the deer to death; sure it's not pleasant but it's better than leaving it to suffer and die slowly. I don't much want to have to go and kill anything, even out of mercy; it saddened me enough that time I accidentally ran over a fox. Damnit, now I'm remembering that fox again. I'm such a softie, oh well, whatever, I just don't like killing things. I guess the moral of this story really is, where there's one deer, there's usually another.