Here's some bullshit, Hallmark card metaphysics for you:
When life gives you lemons, plant lemon trees.
I came up with this little gnomic gem on my way into work today, sucking down a delicious hand-rolled Bali Shag Halfweizer Light. It's been, I guess, a bit of a crappy week.
My long awaited Nakamichi tap deck arrived and in true ebay fashion, it was missing an integral component. The POWER SUPPLY and amplifier, if you can believe it. Now, i have a LOT of broken car stereos with no amplifiers. The last thing I needed was another.
But fuck it. I can reverse engineer this thing, and make it sound better than any of the others. I've already got a power supply built for it. And it'll still have the Nakamichi look and these awesome controls, not bad for $60.
My newly reconditioned laptop was first delayed, then arrived broken. Froze up during my editing of the registration form, if you can believe it. Guy at the Apple Store says it'll be at LEAST a week before they get it back. But no big deal...I sniped a good deal, got it $400 off. If it takes a month to get it working, I'll still not find a better deal in those thirty days. It'd be nice if it was ready for my birthday. Nice, but hardly essential. I'll find some other computer to run iTunes Party Shuffle for BBBQ2.
I should probably be pissed off -- that's the American thing to do when deals don't instantly go your way, right? But why? Overall, things are okay. The dog is very pretty. I made dinner two nights in a row. My long debt to the IRS is paid in full, Rakim style-ee. Work is going well, my car is getting 32 mpg even with the bike rack. And I have some great ideas for new chargrilled delicacies. Spicy grilled pineapple -- does that do anything for you, holmes? With everything so good, why grouse about some dumbass posession?
And back on the good news tip, I found a cheap little place to buy automotive paint. I recently cleared a free compressor, tachometer and timing light from the estate of Tracy's grandads and have option on a suction feed paint sprayer from my boy, hotrodder and new Webslum member Mark Johnson. That little Beetle isn't going to know what hit her. By this time next month, she'll be a gleaming blue rocket.
Posted by das at May 7, 2004 10:48 AM | TrackBack