May 27, 2010 by sandwichcontrol
The kittens, as you can probably tell from the title, are out. Having tasted freedom once, Frank wanted to taste it some more and quickly became smart/brave enough to escape whenever he wanted to. This is unfortunate for his brothers who still lack the smarts/bravery to escape, and who sat meowing annoyingly behind the bars of their pathetic prison, whilst he played happily on the other side. Driven by sympathy, or possibly annoyance (what with all the incessant meowing), Pancake Land released them to roam free throughout the house. So we are back to the constant pulling of kittens off of things phase of life.
On Tuesday, Jackie the Mick’s T-Bird died at the carwash across from my house and he called me and asked if I could come and jump start it. Then the floats in the carburetor weren’t floating and the engine literally filled with gas. Brings new meaning to the phrase “flooded the engine”. So, long and short of it is that we wheeled it across the street into my driveway. We swapped out the spark plugs yesterday in an attempt to get it to work, but there is still too much moisture in the valves to create an environment suitable for combustion. We’ll probably try again today. If anyone has driven by and been jealous of “my new car”, don’t be. 1) It’s not mine. 2) It’s not running, right now. It would be like being jealous of me for having a life size cardboard cutout of a car, that I had borrowed from someone, in my yard. I know the pain of not having your car. Jackie is very sad to not have his. It is one thing for your car to not be running in your own driveway. It is a completely different sadness for it to be not running in someone else’s.
Today, I think that I might cut up a bunch of scrap wood and get rid of it. It is something that I’ve been meaning to do for the past few days, but haven’t gotten around to it. Maybe today.
Prince Jazzbo has managed to work a little of his royal magic and has located a hard case for my new iPod. And by “his royal magic” I mean that he asked his roommate, Timmy the Mark, to see what he what he can get a hard case for with his employee discount. Magic is magic in book, just so long as I get the hard case for $3 instead of $15.
Well, Yervan has returned for a stint before shipping off, family in tow, to Germany for an exciting tour of duty behind a desk. Better than behind enemy lines. Anyway, there are supposed to be festivities at some point. I’ll let you know when I know something.
Oh, that reminds me, some strange reason, that I need to get Pancake Land’s bike out of the back of the truck before someone else gets it out for me. And then I’m off to work. Well, if you can call it that. More soon. ~SC
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