TSCLT 7.0: Hemis, Harleys, Hooters-n-Harridans

I think the end goal has something to do with the in-laws.

Maybe we should come up with a code so thor doesn't get into trouble.

In laws = goldilocks

The bears= the bears

the dirt road= the yellow brick road

thor's house= Emerald City

or some such thing
 
Maybe we should come up with a code so thor doesn't get into trouble.

In laws = goldilocks

The bears= the bears

the dirt road= the yellow brick road

thor's house= Emerald City

or some such thing

So it goes like this.

Goldilocks on the yellow brick road to Grandma's house Her goal was to reach the Emerald City where all things are free. Especially advice.

But along the way she was accosted by bears. She sized up the situation and realized that her choices were to continue down that yello0w brick road and get eaten of turn back and seek alms on another day.

It was a toss up.
 
Happy Sunday!!!


Gotta take the car in for its oil change this morning. I can hardly wait.


The think that makes ethanol such great anti-freeze is also its undoing. It boils at 173*F. Cars run at 180 or higher any more, so one's coolant would boil off no matter the pressure. The green slop boils at a much higher temp.


The only physics/chemistry I care about this morning is coffee.


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Unless you bait'em you may never see it again.

I saw it yesterday first-hand. I had been hearing about it second-hand and my estimation now is that it is the less common grey fox, not as large as initial reports
pegged it at. It's coming right up to the house now in search of a chicken dinner. I'd try to bait and trap it, but that presents certain problems with the dachshunds...
 
They are as hard to find as unicorns



If the cats are missing it won't be long before your chickens start to disappear.
You may want to consider a snare or net trap if you don't have a live trap big enough.

I already went from seven chickens to four.
Now they're back in Fort McNugget.
Haven't seen any rabbits either...
 
Shut the door on the dog alarm last night and slept in.
I coud still hear it, but I did not answer it.

Step one completed.
 
One down, one left, that one very much subdued...


One layer down, one left, one egg a day...


I used to hear my neighbor's chickens during the day, but I no longer hear them.
This prolonged flood has brought a lot of evil out of the deep forest
that normally would avoid human habitation at all cost.
 
I am evil, but I tend to like city dwellin'. Also, I tend to avoid chicken.


Took the car to teh Walmart. Got the oil changed. Gee Money had trouble with the filter. I guess that means that someone there - I went there the last 5 times or more - cranked it on a bit too tight. So Wat either needs to find a Competent Garage to change it out, or he needs to order a good filter (K&N) from Amazon and go lie under the car and fucking do it himself.


It's oil, but why does this feel like a dry anal probing???


Must be the filter . . . . :rolleyes:


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I would get in touch with the WallyMart District Manager and explain to him/her that you put it on now you get it off, or you pay someone to get it off, but there is no way in hell that you should feel compelled to do their job for them without compensation.


Is that lovely blonde ready to confess as a Nazi spy, or do I need to spank her a bit first?


;) ;)
 
See how she responds to "achtung freulein!!!"


They charged me nothing. I'm out the time, and I bought some household shit while I was cooling my heels there. I'm not going back to JiffyLube, so fuck that. So I guess I'll do it myself. It's just an oil filter, and I have assloads of tricks for those balky tincans.


In other news, I bought a hot rod book for the bike, and it arrived. Fucking thing is the size of a Dostoevsky novel. He over-writes, but I've learned scads of shit so far.


I may take a Heat Day . . . .


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Grey's can be tough to take out. Mostly nocturnal and very arboreal. And they do like chickens. Call your county agricultural agent, they can be very helpful. Might even provide you a live trap.

Oh, and definitely spank her. :)
 
Into a Heat Day . . . and eating chili. Because I can . . . .


It's a good thing that I'll outlive all of you. That way, as douchebags get banned or die off, I can read all the mocking commentary.


Too bad there's an anniversary thing I need to attend this afternoon. I'd stay in otherwise. The Guest of Honor has no a/c working in her car . . . . :rolleyes:


It'll be rainy and almost 30* cooler on Tuesday and back to normal after that, thanks be to Allah.


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The think that makes ethanol such great anti-freeze is also its undoing. It boils at 173*F. Cars run at 180 or higher any more, so one's coolant would boil off no matter the pressure. The green slop boils at a much higher temp.


The only physics/chemistry I care about this morning is coffee.

With a 30 psi pressure cap, the ethanol will boil at 230°F-ish.
 
I hate people that feel compelled to over-torque things. When I rebuilt the top end of the Integra I built for my oldest daughter, several of the cam bearing towers studs had been snapped off. I don't know how the thing hung together missing 3 studs. My Honda, that the small one has finally started feeling affectionate enough toward to name it (lil red) has a bolt (that I suspect is oversized) in the hole where there should be another stud holding on the aftermarket stainless steel header.

When I got lil red which was a straight-up trade for $10,000 worth of parts from my midlife crisis, (needed something running to make the 800 mile a month to see the kids twice a month on my time off) he had torqued the shit out of the filter. I had said something to him about it and he said that he'd had one fall off once so he now "knows" to tour come on good and tight.

It is not Sean legal-rocketry, you lube the gasket, spin it up till it just kisses the block, note where some land mark is, spin it 1/4 turn, look for another landmark, another 1/4, final 1/4 and it is baby-bear, just-right

Also, ethanol boiling at any pressure does not sound like something I want near an ignition source.

Is that what that water wetter stuff is?

Shit.

That just made me realize that I've put about a hundred and thirty thousand miles on this car without so much as popping the radiator cap. Maybe I should consider it a flush and fill.

I went a hundred thousand miles trouble-free on the same spark plugs that were in it when I bought it. That was probably a little long. I had one misfire and that was only because I overshot the funnel when I was filling it with oil and a bunch of oil down the Jeep spark plug hole did not agree with that spark plug. Which was the first I ever really thought of it.

These cars are not engineered for people that know anything about cars so I'm acting like a person that doesn't know anything about cars when I drive it. I mean I suppose there's a fuel filter somewhere but I wouldn't know where it is and I certainly haven't looked at it.

I do change the oil every 3 to 4 weeks though. Speaking of, its time.

I was going to have them throw in the right side half shaft when they did the transmission but I didn't end up doing the transmission. I'm thinking about having them leave that aside for me though because I am going to need one.

I've been putting off a brake rotor on the left side because I can feel some warpage there. I don't know how the hell I managed to warp that rotor when you consider the fact that my brake pads are only halfway worn down in a hundred thirty thousand miles. I don't really believe in brakes. I believe in planning ahead. I'm a little worried that it is somewhat related to me getting smacked head on. When I had the front end done, and I finally got around to doing the alignment the caster is kicked back a notch on that wheel even though I have the dealer straighten it up. Problem was, they were working with a worn-out suspension when they had it on the frame rack.
 
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I don't want my cars-n-trucks to become ethanol dependent. They'll get lazy and trifling if they do. So I don't allow them to drink.


And they might want to go to meetings if they did . . . .


Got to the anniversary thing. We had a nice visit. Went to an early supper afterwards and had another nice visit there, too.


In for the night.


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