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Dave wrote:The Chorale Larms? Wasn't that a competition by P.D.Q Bach? "Off notes" sounds right for him...

shadowinthelight wrote: The time came for me to change my car's oil for the first time instead of taking it to the dealer. There is so little room underneath that lifting it is a necessity. Oil should be changed while a car is level, though. My solution? Half-assed carpentry:
*Edit Picture: Car on blocks*
Yes, the top level was almost too short because I forgot to account for the extra length necessary for the backstops when buying the wood. Let's just call these things prototypes. Miss Julie stood by to make sure I didn't destroy my car in the climb.

As long as it works. And that's why I dislike low profile cars. I learned to drive in a 1968 Dodge Pickup with a 318. I could lay over the engine and close the hood. And there was no need for ramps...

I learned to drive in a Saturn (the same one that saved my sorry ass from the Parson's Tornado (mom was driving back then).

I love zippy little cars. My first car was a 99 Pontiac Grand Am. My favorite was an 06 Pontiac G6.

My least favorite vehicle ever was a 99 Chevy Silverado. UGH. I felt like I was trying to drive a damn aircraft carrier, and it was haunted by a poltergeist. I call it Peeves.
Damnfool thing had gasket issues that made it up and refuse to start at random times. Then after that was fixed I was driving to work, accelerated at an entirely reasonable rate out of a stop light (I wasn't running late or anything), and the bleedin' engine disintegrated. IT DISINTEGRATED. Chunks of metal came out the exhaust and were found in the oil. CHUNKS. OF. METAL.

And yet it was still capable of getting me to the mechanic shop right next to work. Don't ask me how, I think a few laws of physics were broken that day.

GlytchMeister wrote:I learned to drive in a Saturn (the same one that saved my sorry ass from the Parson's Tornado (mom was driving back then).

I love zippy little cars. My first car was a 99 Pontiac Grand Am. My favorite was an 06 Pontiac G6.

My least favorite vehicle ever was a 99 Chevy Silverado. UGH. I felt like I was trying to drive a damn aircraft carrier, and it was haunted by a poltergeist. I call it Peeves.
Damnfool thing had gasket issues that made it up and refuse to start at random times. Then after that was fixed I was driving to work, accelerated at an entirely reasonable rate out of a stop light (I wasn't running late or anything), and the bleedin' engine disintegrated. IT DISINTEGRATED. Chunks of metal came out the exhaust and were found in the oil. CHUNKS. OF. METAL.

And yet it was still capable of getting me to the mechanic shop right next to work. Don't ask me how, I think a few laws of physics were broken that day.

Sometimes a good vehicle will take care of you above and beyond...

Jabberwonky wrote:

GlytchMeister wrote:I learned to drive in a Saturn (the same one that saved my sorry ass from the Parson's Tornado (mom was driving back then).

I love zippy little cars. My first car was a 99 Pontiac Grand Am. My favorite was an 06 Pontiac G6.

My least favorite vehicle ever was a 99 Chevy Silverado. UGH. I felt like I was trying to drive a damn aircraft carrier, and it was haunted by a poltergeist. I call it Peeves.
Damnfool thing had gasket issues that made it up and refuse to start at random times. Then after that was fixed I was driving to work, accelerated at an entirely reasonable rate out of a stop light (I wasn't running late or anything), and the bleedin' engine disintegrated. IT DISINTEGRATED. Chunks of metal came out the exhaust and were found in the oil. CHUNKS. OF. METAL.

And yet it was still capable of getting me to the mechanic shop right next to work. Don't ask me how, I think a few laws of physics were broken that day.

Sometimes a good vehicle will take care of you above and beyond...

I think he had a Guardian watching that pooka that was jinxing him.

I just cussed at Peeves and scared it into behaving long enough to drag its sorry ass to the shop.

An auspicious way to start the day: step out of your front door and have a kitten tail plummet from the heavens and land at your feet.

Catawampus wrote:An auspicious way to start the day: step out of your front door and have a kitten tail plummet from the heavens and land at your feet.

I do hope the rest of the kitten was attached to it...

lake_wrangler wrote:

Catawampus wrote:An auspicious way to start the day: step out of your front door and have a kitten tail plummet from the heavens and land at your feet.

I do hope the rest of the kitten was attached to it...

Nope.

Catawampus wrote:

lake_wrangler wrote:

Catawampus wrote:An auspicious way to start the day: step out of your front door and have a kitten tail plummet from the heavens and land at your feet.

I do hope the rest of the kitten was attached to it...

Nope.

I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT!!!

Catawampus wrote:

lake_wrangler wrote:I do hope the rest of the kitten was attached to it...

Nope.

Hmmm.

I take it you are using "auspicious" in the original sense... something of a prophetic nature (a divine signal or omen) and not necessarily a good or comfortable sort of omen.

Have you done anything lately which might have pissed off any of the gods? Maybe something which falls a bit short of meriting the head of a horse in your bed as a warning?

Sgt. Howard wrote:I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT!!!

Well, it wasn't on fire at the time, so I figured not.

Dave wrote:Have you done anything lately which might have pissed off any of the gods?

Who hasn't?

Catawampus wrote:

Dave wrote:Have you done anything lately which might have pissed off any of the gods?

Who hasn't?

I made up the following meme-o-gram recently, when I learned that a major (and possibly disruptive) project here at work is due to roll out on the first day of the month of May. This struck me as being a "taunt the gods" sort of decision.

Is it odd that the first thing I thought of was a hawk eating a kitten and dropping the tail because it's mostly just skin and bones?

...That seems to be the most likely explanation for what happened...

Or the kitten shed its unnecessary tail after sprouting wings.

Speaking of shed...

I about jumped out of my skin when I saw Jasper Dog checking this out today on our walk. I had glanced away from her, when I looked back she had stopped and all I saw was her head near the ground and the tail end of the skin. When I realized it was not moving and somewhat flat, heart rate began trip back to normal.

Wish I had a cleaner picture of the skin. Guessing from the length and belly structure of it a rat snake, but I'd love to see the close-up.

Probably didn't wanna stick around to meet the lovely that left it though I guess.

DinkyInky wrote:Wish I had a cleaner picture of the skin. Guessing from the length and belly structure of it a rat snake, but I'd love to see the close-up.

Probably didn't wanna stick around to meet the lovely that left it though I guess.

A wish easily granted! The skin location was just a few houses down, so easy to go get. It was very pliable after soaking in the morning dew.

The person living in the house where you found that skin doesn't happen to be a lady of somewhat uncertain age and origins, with unusually animated hair that you sometimes feel is watching you itself? And are there lots of very nice ornamental lawn statues in her yard?

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