since i brought up my vehicles in the last entry, i should mention the city of houston came by a couple of weeks ago and put a "move this piece of junk" sticker on the vw camper bus, which is sitting over at the potts' in their driveway. i have until april 12th (iirc) to do something with it. humorously, they didn't put one on the pickup which has been sitting in the exact same position in front of the bus, just as long as the bus has been there.
i'm still trying to figure out what to do with that stupid vw camper bus. part of me wants to take it and fix it, just to spite the memory of tamara tied to it. but the fact is, i really don't like or care about old vws. having a fixed, functional 1977 vw camper bus would give me little pleasure. the fact i was forced to pay more than the value of it to tamara (as "half" the value of the vehicle) when it should have been her piece of junk to deal with anyway...well, that's just icing on the cake. have i ever mentioned on here how much she took advantage of me, financially? heh.
in loosely related events, as much as i enjoy reading one of my friend's blogs, my enjoyment has recently been compromised by the comments section. of all things, my ex-wife has decided she should start commenting on it. this isn't someone we both knew when we were together, but someone i met through other friends a year or two after the affair had happened. oddly, soon i after i linked to this person's blog, they were befriended over the net by a good friend of alistair -- most likely because he followed a link from my blog. (he admits to having read my blog, but he denies doing various other things. ha ha.)
shifting to related subjects, i get a lot of people searching my blog for stuff about alistair, tamara, etc. that's old hat though, even if it is (evidently) fascinating to some others out there. the really interesting ones are people getting here from google searches. this usually means my blog is in the top 10 or 20 search results. here are some interesting google searches (just over a 24 hour period) that led people to my pages:
And Darryl couldn't talk at all
suicide rate grand canyon
my truck is getting poor mileage
on the run from johnny law ain't no trip to cleveland
ear stretching stories
i love technology always and forever
failures in a marriage
some are surprising, some are rather odd, some make me happy. i'll leave it as an exercise for the reader to determine which ones go into which category.