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friday morning i was riding my motorcycle into work up 59. i was going over the speed limit (as usual) but i slowed down because i saw a motorcycle cop getting on from the feeder. he got on then sped up, so i followed behind him. up ahead, i then saw an ambulance with its lights on. right before the 610 exit, a car or two got between me and the cop and ambulance. then suddenly traffic stopped. fast. i had been in the fast lane so i moved over one while coming to a stop. that’s when i noticed a wrecked car — a green cavalier, i think — right in the middle of the freeway. it was still smoking. then i noticed the ambulance smoking its tires as it slid over against the divider wall. “huh,” i thought, “did the ambulance miss the wreck?” then i noticed a tire rolling down the freeway. it was the ambulance’s right front tire. evidently the ambulance and the green car were in a wreck right at that moment. the motorcycle cop had stopped and started directing traffic. the cavalier was facing back toward traffic and its front end was totally crushed…it was hard to even believe a motor could have been in there before. as i drove by, there were parts all over the road. but the driver of the car was getting out and appeared unharmed. a few hundred yards down the road, the ambulance’s front tire was in the middle lane.
last night i was on highway 6 at the light between westheimer and richmond, headed south. i was about 10 minutes from home. the light turned green and people started moving. i heard tires squealing to my left and i saw a car fly by in the center turn lane. it got past the intersection then whipped back into the regular lanes…right into all of the cars that were in front of me. it hit one, two, three cars…at least…and then came to a stop. it sat there for 5 or 10 seconds, then took off down 6. i started to follow it to try and get the license plate, but there were multiple disabled cars in front of me and by the time i got through them he was gone. i turned around and went back, where people were pulling their cars into a circuit city parking lot. fortunately, no one was seriously injured at all. about 10 minutes later a black chrysler came up and said they’d followed the guy and got his plate, then he’d stopped and they’d confronted him because he almost hit their car. when we heard sirens, the guy wrote down the plate and gave it to someone and said “sorry guys, i gotta go, i got warrants.” the ambulance and the wreckers showed up pretty fast, but the police didn’t show up for like 2 hours. the wreck happened around 10:30pm and i didn’t get home until 2am.

you know how there are always those words or phrases you misunderstood? or misused? well, for years i didn’t quite get this exchange:
“see you later.”
“not if i see you first!”
being the methodical, concrete little thinker that i was (and perhaps a bit of the naive, sweet, innocent, rural kid that i was too), the only thing i saw up for discussion was the order in which the two people saw each other. this made the response make no sense at all, because if the second person saw the other first, they would in fact be causing the truth of the first comment (which is the first person would see them later in time). this could not be! i thought the second person was trying to be clever, yet being completely incorrect. i could not for the life of me understand why such a nonsensical rejoinder was being perpetuated by society at large. i think i even began to try and correct people, telling them the rejoinder should be “not if you see me first!” (along with the requisite explanation of the order in which the two people saw each other.)
i don’t recall exactly when i learned the response meant “if i see you before you see me, i’ll hide so you don’t see me.” but i think it was in junior high, or maybe high school, probably after offering my suggested change and having someone say “that makes no sense. are you a moron or something?”
here’s another one. for years, i thought the phrase shouted at people to get them up and motivated for action was “up and adam!”
i had no idea what kind of mystical origin such an obtuse phrase must have had. the best i could come up with was that it must have something to do with adam from the bible, since he was the first human, and somehow the phrase related to being full of energy and zeal because of being newly created or something. i opted for some unknown meaning that must have been lost through the annals of time, because obviously my best guess was pretty lame.
i do, in fact, still remember the time when this misunderstanding was ended: i read the phrase in a beetle bailey cartoon. “up and at ’em!” the seargant yelled in big, bold, black letters right there on the sunday comics page. and suddenly it all made sense.
and just to drag my brother into this, i remember he used to say “adoption” instead of “adaption”. as in, “did you hear they were going to do this awesome punisher movie adoption with dolf lundgren? i hope they get duran duran and billy idol to do the soundtrack!” he used to get totally pissed at me when i would correct him and tell him the word was “adaption”. then he’d restate it incorrectly in front of me just to piss me off.
hopefully revealing this about him won’t still bring down his ire upon me, since i’m supposed to be seeing him this weekend. and if it does, perhaps the fact that i come bearing a gift will help quell his furor. maybe i should try to find some tiger beat pics of duran duran for him too, just in case.

d4mn. another apple battery recall and no battery replacement love for me. this is the second time they’ve had a recall on my laptop model, and the second time i’ve been dissed by their wanton glances and throaty promises of a virgin battery. so now, my experience in the form of a short performance piece:
(old-school beatbox rap music playing in background)
coworker: and what’s up with your batteries, steve-o, man?
me: yeah, i hear apple’s been giving that stuff out to all them 12″ ibook guys.
steve jobs: yo, shut the fsck up, phliKtid, man!
coworker: i’d paint three of those murals for some of that 4ss.
(sound of needle scratching across record)
me and jobs: (looking at coworker) huh?
*bows* thank you.

in the “you learn something new every day” category: i called the Texas dept of transportation special plates division a few days ago. i found out that special characters are ignored when checking for the availability of a plate. so “HOO DOO” is the same as “HOODOO” is the same as “HOO*DOO” is the same as “HOO-DOO” is the same as “*HOODOO*” etc. geez, that certainly limits the options. so in my requests, “*HANK*” was the same as “HANK” — and of course someone already has that. while on the phone i asked about “PH34R” and that was taken too. guess i’ll be trying to think something up for awhile.
monday night i had a rather “twilight zone” conversation with the ex that had contacted me recently. i won’t go into details, but once i was deep into the im session i suddenly started to have that feeling like you get at the end of the sixth sense or the usual suspects when there is the major plot twist and you were totally oblivous and you are slack-jawed and dumbfounded. that’s the way i felt. i was seriously close to thinking someone was doing a major mindfsck on me. but when my mind played back everything (just like they do at the end of the movies i just mentioned) i was able to have a good bit of faith that the person i was talking to was actually my ex. what a totally bizarre experience.
and for those who may think this is merely some kind of self-induced paranoia due to the guilt you like to imagine i secretly feel over tamara, i relayed the relevant dialogue to a friend (without explaining what had been going on in my mind) and they totally thought the same thing. in fact, they pretty much had the exact same reaction and kept asking me to reveal what was going to happen at the end of the im session. so, no, it’s not just me.
tuesday night i watched spellbound. it’s a documentary about 8 different kids who were going to the 1999 national spelling bee. it was interesting and fun to watch. it’s always interesting to see real people, and see how things compare to stereotypes you have about regions of the u.s. and immigrant cultures and stuff like that. that was the most intriguing aspect of the film in my mind. i recommend the movie.
yesterday i had to go to a sales conference here in houston for work. it was at the hotel derek, so i decided to take my truck because i wasn’t sure they’d valet a motorcycle. (i’ve had that happen before and had to pay to park somewhere else even though the valet service was going to be comped.) the event was pretty boring because i don’t work with the hardware or software, and really don’t have any say in much of anything about it. but i ate some free food and got paid to sit around in a hotel conference room doing very little. at least i didn’t fall asleep.
when i left, a young valet kid went to get my truck and he evidently had no idea how to shift gears in it. another valet came up and asked me if there was some special trick to my truck because the valet was having problems with it. i started smiling and walking toward the truck. during the minute or so it took me to get to it, no less than 4 valets had all congregated around my pickup. a new valet had already jumped in it and started it, but he had put it in reverse. meanwhile the older valet and i were trying to explain to him where first was. eventually he got it figured out and drove it out of the parking spot and the thirty feet to me, then i showed them what the pattern is on a “three on the tree”. that was kind of funny.
speaking of my truck — i feel like i’m getting very poor mileage. like crazy poor. but i haven’t kept track of the odometer, so i won’t be able to see how many miles i’m getting to the gallon until after the next time i fill up…

on friday my truck starting sputtering when i accelerated. it’d never done that before. i thought maybe it was bad gas, so i ran the tank down to empty and then filled up at a new station. it got better the more i drove it, but it was still doing it some so i decided to try changing the fuel filter. the filter in it was not the stock filter, but an easy to replace in-line one, so i popped it out and took it to autozone and advanced auto parts. neither had the model that had been in it (g2). oh well, i just picked one that looked to have the same size nozzle connections (g478) and bought it and put it in. the truck appears to be running better, but i’m not sure if it was the gas, the fuel filter, or something else. time will tell, perhaps. (and also tell if i chose poorly.)
in my last post i didn’t explain that as far as the stuff with the house goes, it’s not that i’m particularly upset about them taking some time to take care of things. i’ve taken some time, so that’s cool. one problem i have with that though is any time taken costs *me* money, not them. i.e., i have to fix things, i have to pay the rent, etc. sure, they don’t get cash in hand as soon, but the house is building equity every month that goes by. so there’s that. the big problem i have though is that whenever the ball is in my court they get pushy and aggressive, then when it’s their turn to take care of some business they seem to not care at all about updating me or getting it taken care of promptly. so it’d be nice if they wanted play the promptness angle that they’d be prompt themselves.
let’s take the qdro as an example. (i forget what the acronym stands for, but it’s the document that legally allows them to pull assets out of my retirement fund). it was around 7 months from the time we settled to the time they created the 3-page, standard qdro document. after i had it 30 days, they sued me. i was actually in the process of taking care of it when i found out they had sued me (which is neither here nor there), so i took care of it and got in touch with them and sent it to them. i called them to verify everything was cool and i’d done my part. 2.5 months go by and the money still isn’t pulled out. i’m wondering why, so when the house issue comes back up i ask them about it. they say they’re having a hard time getting in touch with my retirement company but they’ll call me soon and let me know an update. that was 2 months ago and i’ve not heard from them. a few days after the conversation i got a letter where they submitted the qdro to the courts. at the same time, i was talking to my retirement people and that’s when i learned they need a court approved document. so the attorney’s office took 2.5 months to submit the exact document i sent them, as is, to the court. i was told the document should take about 2 to 3 weeks to get through the court. it’s been 8 weeks and the money’s still in there and i’ve not gotten any update. are they sitting on it? i don’t know.
so let’s tally the amount of time each of us has been in the position of responsibility: me: ~1.5 month, them: ~10 months. yet who’s the one who got sued for not moving fast enough? you’d think with that kind of obvious double standard they’d feel guilty for trying to push me around, but evidently it doesn’t phase them.
of course, another thing to note that the way the wording the qdro, they get everything minus a set amount that’s still mine. what that means is that any interest my money makes, they get it. so as long as the fund is doing well, they’re making extra money off of my money the longer they take.
now, on to better things…
after doing some work this evening, i headed over to the flying saucer to meet brad, kelli, and jason, who were having a party or get-together or whatever for their roommate who is getting married. i showed up late, and jason was leaving. other people had left, so it was just brad and kelli, me, and two other couples. i’d stopped by the cigar shop and picked up some cigars — a couple of cojimar vanilla sugar-tips, a havana honey, a cao something-or-other, and a pack of pina colada phillies (since i didn’t know how many people would be there). it ended up working out well, and the cigars were a hit. i didn’t really know the other couples (i’d met the ones getting married a couple of times), but they all seemed like cool people. i hope their marriage turns out better than mine did.
i hate to sound desperate (or perhaps i should say more desperate), but it’d be really nice to go on a date one of these days. but i don’t want to go on a date for the sake of going on a date. oh well. it’s not like i didn’t spend years being dateless. it’s just different after you’ve been married, if you miss that level of companionship and familiarity with someone. which i guess it goes without saying that i do. oops, i said it anyway. here’s hoping it’s worth the wait. which assumes that the wait ends, of course. : )

i watched little miss sunshine thursday night. that is one awesome movie. it reminds me of a lot of things i like about various films — the characters are quirky, it deals with complex issues but not in a syrupy or fake way, it runs the whole range of emotions and situations and isn’t just a comedy or drama or whatever…it’s just good. the whole talent scene at little miss sunshine had me laughing so hard i was crying. i’m talking for minutes. i need other people to see it so i can talk about the movie with them!
one thing i find humorous is that a lot of people will probably think the little miss sunshine stuff is overplayed and exaggerated. having gone to that miss teen pageant in san antonio a year or two ago, i can tell you it’s not. the people running it are like that, the m.c. is like that, the music is like that, the contestants are like that, and the people in the audience are like that. scary, but true.
thursday night i was contacted on myspace by a former girlfriend. no, not the one that contacted me on there a couple of months ago — a different one. i’ve only got one or two more ex’s to go. (my dating history is neither long nor illustrious…shocking, i know.) the last one contacted me again after ~12 years, this current one after 9+ years. i’m pretty sure one of them will never have a myspace account. and i wouldn’t be surprised if the last of my ex’s never contacts me. (and unless she’s looking to seek forgiveness and reconcile then i don’t think i’m too interested anyway.) of course, i kind of figured i’d never hear from any of them again, and look where i am now.
friday after work i went to the west alabama ice house with a coworker and met chris and mary there. i keep saying this, but that place is pretty cool. i also have given in and started buying tamales from the tamale guy that wanders around selling them, a dozen for $6. those things rock!
not too long after waking up saturday, i got a call from the realtor i’d talked to about selling the house. she said she’d finally gotten the paperwork back from tamara. she’d signed all of it except the sellers’ disclosure, which she hadn’t signed and evidently had written a note saying she couldn’t sign it because she hadn’t been in the house in so long and didn’t know the condition of it. 😐
[side-note: they threatened to sue me after i’d not let them know what was going on for 3 weeks — my responsibility was to fill out the sellers’ disclosure (pretty much all work in this whole situation has fallen on me), which i had already finished and had talked to the realtor and was going to mail to them, so i immediately faxed it to them. well, they apparently took 8+ weeks to sign a few papers — no filling out, no research, no nothing…just a few signatures and initials — and i never heard a peep from them during that whole time. nothing. creating double standards appears to be their most notable quality. but that’s another post i’ve yet to write. oh, and will i write it…]
it’s funny how selective tamara’s moral switch is about being on or off after starting the affair and choosing to divorce me. signing a settlement document about money in front of witnesses, but she has no intentions of following through with? no problem! taking half of 1.5 years of my retirement money, equity in the house, car, savings, etc. when she’d contributed nothing, was in california with alistair continuing the affair, and claiming she’d earned and had not one penny during that time? no problem! lying to me and mutual friends over and over about her intentions and actions? no problem! shirking her responsibility for all of her property she left behind in the house? no problem! apparently not letting her attorney know about the condition of the house before we split? no problem! but signing a document about the condition of the house (pretty much all of which she would have known about because it was all in that condition before she was gone)? oh no, now that just wouldn’t be appropriate! what a riot. (actually, i wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t on advice of her attorney or friends who told her not to do that out of some attempt to have a legal out over something or another, or perhaps for the later opportunity to make claims against me somehow. they’re nothing if not an industrious lot.)
when i got the mail saturday i learned NONE of my three license plate selections were available. or at least that’s what they’re claiming. since i didn’t get any of them, i’ll go ahead and print what they were: [1] hoo doo, [2] *hank* (where a “*” represents a state of Texas icon), and [3] h4x0r. *sigh* now i have to try and think up more. maybe i’ll just go to some flea markets and try to find 1965 plates.
saturday afternoon i went looking for a texans hat. but of course i couldn’t find what i wanted. why was i looking in the first place? because i really like football. even though i’m terrible about remembering to watch the games. and i really don’t keep up with the season. and i’m not really one of those people who keeps stats or can talk about all the players and have an opinion on everything. i just like the game of football, and i can pretty much sit down and watch two teams i don’t know much of anything about and still enjoy the game of football itself. anyway, back to the hat search. i looked for one last year but never found one that i really wanted. (based on their record last year, maybe it’s not so bad i didn’t have one. 😉 i hate all that stuff with complex accents and strips of different colors and raised emblems and all that whiz-bang crap. i just want a flat embroidered logo on a dark cap, thank you. what i’d really like is a black cap with a greyscale version of the logo. i found a few variations on this theme, but the color selections of the logo just never seemed right. or it was on a hat made out of some weird oily spandex material or something. bleh.
what i ended up doing was finding a cap that doesn’t relate to football at all that i bought for my brother because i think he’ll like it. and if he doesn’t, i’ll keep it for myself.
yesterday evening i went over to the potts’ and watched melvin goes to dinner. it’s actually a movie i saw a couple of years ago. in fact, i actually had a quote from it on my answering machine for awhile. it’s a movie about these four people who have dinner, and they discuss all kinds of things including spiritual stuff, sex, affairs, etc. it’s actually a pretty cool dialogue-driven movie, but i can’t say i agree with the views of any of the characters. anyway, when i watched it last time it wasn’t too long after tamara had told me about the affair she was having and i was having a really difficult time processing it. life was totally fscked up, truth be told. so it was interesting watching the same movie after this much time had passed.
anyway, the quote in question…this guy had been having an affair (well, he wasn’t married, but the woman he was involved with was), and he was talking about sometimes when he was with her, her husband would call and she’d shush him and act like she was doing whatever and talk like nothing was going on. so he said at that point he realized (paraphrasing) “you can never know for sure if at any moment you call your s.o., that they might not be alone, that they might be with someone else. even if you call them 100 times and talk with them, there is no way of knowing, and that thought — knowing that — really fscked me up.” one of the women at the table’s response was “well, that’s life. people change.” yeah, i had that on my answering machine. good times. good times.

well, let’s see…in the last week:

• * i successfully got my truck registered and titled (on friday).
• * i mailed off my request for personalized “classic truck” plates. we’ll see which of my three choices i end up getting. i’m also going to look for 1965 plates. in Texas if you have a classic vehicle you can put old plates from the year model of your car. so if i can find some 1965 plates, i can use them on my car instead of modern plates.
• * i did not successfully manage to get the title to the pea green albatross…er…vw bus…changed to just my name. i had what i thought was a certified copy of my divorce decree, but it in fact turned out to be a copy of the certified copy of my divorce decree. (i’ve yet to determine if what i got should have been a certified copy and my lawyer didn’t give me what he was supposed to…that’d be a real shocker, though, considering the level of competency he and his office showed throughout my divorce : | .) i have a power of attorney and could use it instead, except i don’t know where the stupid title is. so i either need to apply for a lost title or go get a certified copy of my divorce decree, just so i can get the title in my name so i can then try to get rid of the object i had to pay tamara half of the supposed value of since i was keeping it, even though i told everyone i never wanted it, she had wanted it, and i shouldn’t be responsible for it. did anyone care? no. so i had to pay her more than i’ll be able to sell it for, even though she should have been paying me and taking it her damn self. what she’d have done with it i don’t know, but that shouldn’t be my concern, and neither should dealing with the vehicle.
• * i didn’t end up watching the midnight showings of pulp fiction on friday or saturday night.
• * friday after work i met up with jack and the kids, as well as chris and mary, and spent a few hours at the west alabama ice house.
• * saturday night i spent an awkward hour or two over at jack and sue’s. later that night i went to the poison girl and hung out with brad and kelli. if only there were some way for me to befriend some of these seemingly cool people. but alas, i’m a social introvert and am doomed to a life of minimal interaction with those i don’t already know unless i’m forced to interact. it seems like i’d have better-developed social skills and a more positive self-image, or that i should. but it’s not the case. i’m a loner, partially by choice and partially by personality.
• * my brother came down on saturday and we watched the illusionist. i knew from seeing the preview that i liked the actors in it, but i wasn’t sure about the movie itself. it turned out to be really good. i thought it felt and played out a lot like a shyamalan film, which isn’t a bad thing (unless you dislike m. night’s work, of course). it was also cool to hang out with my brother for a few hours, but it wasn’t very long. we did manage to squeeze in lunch at sylvia’s enchilada. i’m not the only one in my family who digs the place.
• * on saturday i went by border’s and used a 25% off coupon to purchase robot chicken: season one (a spur-of-the-moment decision). i watched the first few episodes during the awkward time over at jack and sue’s.
• * sunday i ate a late lunch at goode company bbq, then went to church. i even went to the mid 20’s and 30’s class. i do that every few weeks, i guess hoping that i will end up seeing or meeting some people there that intrigue me. so far what i’ve found is the typical kind of people i expect to be at church. not trying to knock them as people, but i just don’t feel much of a connection. of course, it also makes me wonder if it’s appropriate for me to even being going at all, if i’m not going in order to “dive into the Word” and blah blah blah. my beliefs and faith in G-d just seem to rarely be stretched, comforted, or anything else by church and the culture found there. is it a problem with me or churches? i don’t know.
• * after church i ate supper at barnaby’s with raj and kiera. we’re discussing my possible housing future, but there are so many variables on all sides that it’s all very fuzzy.

okay, that’s enough of the list format.
most recently i’m considering trying to start a band. i was a drummer for years, so hopefully i still have rhythm, but i never learned to play a kit. so i’d like to just play snare, or a very stripped down set consisting of only two or three, maybe four, pieces (which probably wouldn’t include a bass drum or high-hat). add to that a bass player (preferrably stand-up bass) and one or two guitarists, with one or two doing vocals (not me!). the type of music? old and dark country, done in a more modern dark and/or aggressive way. think something along the lines of sixteen horsepower, the devil makes three, and the weary boys mixed together. i’d like to do some cash songs (of course), a couple of bob wills and milton brown selections, some murder ballads (like the knoxville girl, for example), maybe a 16hp cover or two, a couple of classic but ominous church hymns, and a few surprising covers…punk or metal or industrial or something.
it’ll probably never happen — just like most everything else i daydream about doing — but we’ll see.

monday night i watched spring, summer, fall, winter…and spring. it was really good. it’s pace is pretty slow, but it’s beautiful and i thought the minimal but spiritual story woven through the wonderful visuals was enthralling. the main characters are buddhist monks and there is obviously a very strong buddhist perspective in the storyline, but buddhism has some good things to say. if you can handle movies with a slow pace and don’t mind watching people make choices and view the world differently than you (most likely), enjoy the beauty and symbolism of this film. sometimes i wish contemporary american culture had a stronger spiritual sense, and clung more fervently to the concepts of honour, integrity, inner peace, tradition, etc.
tonight i headed downtown to the flying saucer for triva night, then went to the angelika and saw scoop, the new woody allen film. i can’t say i’m a big fan of his…out of the few movies i’d seen, most of them i didn’t like too much. this one, overall, was an exception. although it felt like a pretty typical woody allen film from my minimal knowledge, i found the humor to be funnier. maybe that means i’m getting older…or perhaps more snotty about what refined tastes i have in cinema. (a joke at the expense of a lot of what i tend to feel like are the typical woody allen fans.) i also enjoyed watching scarlett johansson. unfortunately, she continues to have a mark on her in my eyes because of the movie lost in translation.
perhaps i should explain a bit…it really isn’t ms. johansson’s fault. i thought that movie was beautiful, and i like sofia coppola’s work…but i was disturbed by the decisions and actions of the characters scarlett and bill murray played. this was at a time before i knew about tamara having the affair. we watched it together and tamara — in a change from the views she’d always held in the past (though she’d already changed a lot by this time) — seemed to accept their actions and think the movie was great and their choices were fine. it confused me and sort of made me upset she thought such behaviour was acceptable. of course, i’m pretty sure she’d wouldn’t have if she’d hadn’t been exhibiting (or contemplating exhibiting) such behaviour at that point in her life. six months before, maybe even three months before, she would have seen things very differently.
unless she was misleading me for years, which — after what happened — wouldn’t surprise me too much. behaviours and actions on her part happened too many times around and after the affair and divorce for me to be too surprised by much of anything by her. of course, as soon as i say this, i’ll be surprised by some new horrible thing she said or did or will say or do. that seems to be the way things work.
anyway, back to lost in translation, we saw it at 3:30pm on sept 19, 2003, at the same angelika theater (though not the same screen). i know this because i still have the ticket stub. becasue it disturbed me that much. less than one month later she confessed to me she was having an affair. the lost in translation ticket stub will be going on the back of my eternal sunshine of the spotless mind “would you erase me?” poster.
back to the present, and better days. i’m contemplating what things i may do to my new truck. i’ve already got three bumper stickers i’d like to put on it (one in hand, one in a known undisclosed location, and one at large), as well as the consideration of a phrase in big white old english calligraphy letters (phrase is known). plus personalized “classic truck” plates (several ideas are in the running). i might end up making it too busy and want to minimize, but for now all of these things are spinning around in the ol’ noggin. my poor motorcycle must be feeling completely unloved as i’ve shown much less attention to it lately. however, she’s still in good with me.
it’s the element that should worry.

i managed to get my truck successfully inspected on saturday. it’s nice not having to deal with emissions testing. (or pay for it.) seatbelts weren’t mandated federally in pickups until 1973 (iirc, and 1967 or 1968 for cars) so Texas law is if your vehicle came from the factory without seatbelts then they are not required. i knew i’d find some way to not have to wear a seatbelt. (beyond the obvious of riding a motorcycle.) now i just need to get it properly registered and titled in my name. getting it inspected and getting a vin verification form at the inspection was the first step.
i figured up the gas on my trip. assuming i got all the receipts, which i think i did, all of them had price and all but one had the number of gallons i got. so i had to guess on that one. here’s the damage:
$485.03 in gas, 151 gallons used. based on a distance of 1884 miles, that’s right at about 12.5 miles per gallon. i was estimating i was getting around 12 during the trip, and beforehand i’d guessed i’d spend around $500 in gas, so that all worked out pretty well. add ~$200 in hotel stays, ~$160 in airfare, ~$35 in oil, and around $12 in tolls, and total cost of the trip comes out to around $900.
friday night i watched the bad news bears (the original 1976 one). it was pretty good, but the dialogue (especially the kids) and the situations were kind of surprising, especially given when it came out. but i think it’s well-documented that it caused some raised eyebrows and anger back then. it was kind of nice that it wasn’t a generic feel-good movie with two-dimensional cardboard good and bad guys though. it’s one of those classic movies that doesn’t necessarily have a happy ending or tie up all loose ends with neat moral bows.
it makes me think people forget about the dark side or touchy aspects of films. like they just remember how funny it was, or the drug and alcohol jokes, or that kind of stuff. take, for example, fast times at ridgemont high. everyone seems to go on about how funny that movie is. but i rewatched it a couple of years ago and i was shocked that so many people seem to gloss over or forget about the very serious stuff going on in that film. i’m not going to mention it though…i’d rather give everyone else the opportunity to rewatch it and see if you have a similar experience. (granted, the movie does have some hilarious stuff in it, and phoebe cates is…. she’s…. yeah….)
saturday i went by soundwaves and picked up a few cds:

• drive-by truckers – a blessing and a curse (new west)
• johnny cash – american v: a hundred highways (american / lost highway)
• the knife – silent shout (rabid / brille / mute)

the knife is an electronic band, evidently out of sweden (from the liner notes). i heard a song of theirs (“we share our mothers’ health”) on sirius satellite channel 34 (boombox) and thought it was pretty cool. i’ve yet to listen through the cd enough to decide how i feel about them overall. kind of an 80’s electronic sound with some dark/gothic vibe and affected female (and some male) vocals, somewhat sparse and minimalist, but with cool beats.
after that i headed to work for some maintenance window webserver upgrades. gotta pay the bills.
today i went to the alamo drafthouse and watched talladega nights: the ballad of ricky bobby. it’s pretty typical will ferrell fare. i don’t think it’s as good as anchorman, but if you like will’s humor and the zany ad-libbed dialogue he and his co-stars do in his films, you should like it. be sure and watch the credit sequence, mostly for michael duncan’s (lucius) confession while will is in the hospital.
i finished the weekend by heading to the house of pies for a slice of bayou goo and some coffee.

today was a pretty lazy day, all things considered. i got up and had some free continental breakfast, took a shower, and put up the entries for days two and three. i then packed up and headed over to bryan’s smokehouse. they were just playing top 40 country radio, but i did get to hear hank williams jr.’s “a country boy can survive”. i had the link plate with beans and potato salad. my mission accomplished, i jumped on 59 and headed all the way back to houston. miles today: a paltry 250 or so
odometer when i bought it: 56982. odometer in my driveway: 58866. total trip miles: 1884. states: 11.
having driven it a bit, here are some notes:

• * i absolutely love the dimmer switch on the floorboard. why did they move this to the column? it’s nice not having to move your hands, just twist your left foot and tap.
• * the shifter being on the column, on the other hand…that one i don’t miss so much. i learned in a 1976 chevy pickup with “three on the tree” and it was a hellacious experience. of course, i was also like 4.5 feet tall and had never driven before. so i can handle it this time around just fine. of course, it being on the column frees up the floor in the center, adding value to…
• * bench seats are nice, especially being able to rest your arm across the top of it. and without the shifter on the floor, making it much easier to have someone there to rest your arm around. not that i’d know anything about that sort of thing these days.
• * a/c seems like a really good idea after about 3 hours of driving in the middle of a hot sunny day without it. i’m sure that’s double true for anyone you interact with afterward. i sweat more and drank more water in the last four days than i have in i don’t know how long.
• * not having lock knobs is both nice and not nice. i’m not sure if i like it or not.
• * knowing there are numerous gallons of gas right behind your back is kind of disturbing sometimes. (the gas tank on these pickups is behind the bench seat, inside the cabin.)

so there you have it. my trip is finished. now i just need to get it inspected and registered, then get several thousand dollars of body work and paint done to it, and probably several thousand dollars worth of work done to the engine and drive, and several thousand dollars of chrome work. and hopefully it will continue to run well during the interim. then after all that’s accomplished, maybe it’ll be done and i can sell it and get another one. 😉