quote:

Time for a pegleg? Yarr...

my co-worker who works in the freezer (i'm in the fridge) was given some hardcore gloves emblazoned 'perishable pirates'! you've fed me the best line for tomorrow!

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Originally posted by Noirjyre:
She told me I could have the ones she got rid of if I took them that afternoon so I did-
I have a few friends who can look at the washer- and the dryer probably just needs the lint cleaned out of it-

My crew chief's girlfriend was having a problem
with her drier, so he was discussing it at work
with one of the fieldcrew who had just returned
from doing that sort of maintenance work in
antarctica. What she (the post-antarctic crew
member) suggested was that one of the
thermostats might have burned out. On the brand
they were discussing, these were small
rheostat-type things near the front of the
machine, behind the front kickplate. I wasn't
listening very closely (not owning a drier
myself), and your model may be different, but
you might want to consider that if the lint
option doesn't pan out. Apparently, it's an
inexpensive fix (to do yourself).

Watched fox cubs playin about 6 yards from our window last night.

Today I have to get new jeans.I will probably get 501's as I know they fit and last well.

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Originally posted by misty:
last thing at work this arvo i pulled a fully laden trolley onto my foot. felt immediately nauseous. was glad to find my sock wasn't bloody and so i'm just a bit hobbly now. tomorrow's gonna be interesting.

You need yourself some big, hefty work boots. Charma can hook you up.

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Originally posted by Marshdrifter:

quote:

Originally posted by Noirjyre:
She told me I could have the ones she got rid of if I took them that afternoon so I did-
I have a few friends who can look at the washer- and the dryer probably just needs the lint cleaned out of it-

My crew chief's girlfriend was having a problem
with her drier, so he was discussing it at work
with one of the fieldcrew who had just returned
from doing that sort of maintenance work in
antarctica. What she (the post-antarctic crew
member) suggested was that one of the
thermostats might have burned out. On the brand
they were discussing, these were small
rheostat-type things near the front of the
machine, behind the front kickplate. I wasn't
listening very closely (not owning a drier
myself), and your model may be different, but
you might want to consider that if the lint
option doesn't pan out. Apparently, it's an
inexpensive fix (to do yourself).

If the first idea odsen't work the second option will be looked into- Thanks Marsh-

Even 501's seem to be made out of thin denim now.

Man, am I wrong in assuming that $100AU is too much to pay for decent jeans?

Most likely, fear the tapered legs-

I always have to alter mine-

Free time on the internet again. Great fun. Trawled the "Gibsonian" thread from beginning to end.

The machine which gives you free time is easy to spot. It's the one with the "Back" button dimmed. Gives me a slightly hysterical sense of being able to surf the universe with "No going Back".

A real shame to log off, but I have work to do, no rest for the wicked, you know, even on a Saturday night. Must be proof of reincarnation, I know I haven't done anything wicked enough in this life to deserve this.

Too busy working.

Quote "...surf the universe with "No going Back".-ecc........LOL, let me know if you ever reach the end of the internet. ( popular t.v. commercial in these parts some years back )

Real busy day.

I woke-up at 3;00 AM with what I thought was appendicitis. Then I remembered eating this Portoguese Chourico Burrito late last night, and realized it was probably monster indigestion.

I changed the oil in my ride. Hot oil always sluices over my hand, causing me to drop the slightly less hot metal plug into the dark murky catch pan. Sunday night, I'll commit economic terrorism and leave the jug of waste oil on the fron step of a garage tha overcharges me for repairs I can't do myself.

Rebuilt the bog in my flat for my landlord. He lets me go overdue on the rent in return for repairs. He's Indian, a nice fellow, but really has two thumbs on each hand. He explained that back in Karela, there were servants, and a wallah to rebuild the bog. Here, the wallahs are very expensive. I guess I'm a Bog-Wallah.

Its an easy job, however I'm always afraid of getting a staph infection that is resistant to super drugs and results on amutation.

I'm running diagnostics on my computer right now, before going to a BBQ. I'm bringing two very green tasting NZ Reislings and no food. There are supposed to be at least two newly divorced women there tonight. I think I'll shave.

Today, I moved about alot, but I think I achieved nothing.
I think at a certain age in life, one does nothing but move around children....

i'm so tired. went to Q&A for last night's theatre show early evening. planned to go see a film afterwards. couldn't work up the energy. came home, got pizza, watched dvd. put a second dvd in. decided i wouldn't make it. so came online. 11.40 on a saturday night, and everything is going blurry and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Meeting up with a director friend of mine in a couple of slices of spacetime to discuss a live film project we're working on. I'm thinking of trying to do a string of that Twilight Maze thing if we can get enough of the logistics together (including mind-uploading technology so I can instantly learn acting/drama Kung Fu). Part of it's going to be live (cyber)punk music playing along with the film, which will be fun for me, actually being able to soundtrack with music I appreciate substantially from a personal/artistic standpoint. The guy's a big fan of Bertolucci and Tarkovsky and the like, so this should be, at the minimalistly, interesting.

That would be Koo to see if you can pull it off-

My court date got moved yeah!
Tho, it will clash with the ultra vacation my boss is taking- Booooo!
I ought to be in a royal pissy mood for 2 weeks straight-

Visited the Bradbury Building with my daughter and her boyfriend. The public is no longer allowed upstairs unless you have business to conduct with the tenents. Feh. In the "old" days, `70-`80s, you could use those fine elevators to climb to any floor.

It (the bldg.) is still looking fine. Just burdoned with a polite security guard at ground floor.

Sleep? who needs it? I'm trying to eradicate it from my life at the moment. I got up yesterday around 3pm and drove to work, worked 12 hours, drove home and now I'm heading to breakfast with my family. After that we're going to a park/picnic area for family fun time.

I'd normally blow this kind of thing off, but since my brother just returned from a six month stint in Iraq I thought I might make the effort. Still, by noon I expect me to either be a drooling retard or a complete bastard. Now taking bets on which.

I have thousand cherry pixie sticks on complete bastard-

I have to be drunk or sedated to have family time with my lot- and even then I get patted down for weapons-

ooh. page 777!
i'm mostly pottering about the internet. drinking tea. and killing time till i go out this evening.

it's tomorrow already here.

today i got through work fine, funny how your subconscious works to protect you, every time i pulled a trolley i was on red alert. foot held up fine.

one of my good friends at work let three of us girls peek at her hair under her hijab. it had blonde and red highlights. she's going to lebanon to get married soon. hope she stays safe.

i've got an old friend arriving tomorrow to stay for four nights. i'll be happy to see him but already i'm bracing myself for the fact that the first night we'll be visitor free i'll be on the weekend treadmill again. the weeks pass so fast now.

i made an attempt at the personal canon but an hour into it realised it was waaay too wordy but there was no way to edit it. stopped after 1984 when i realised i'd never post it.


777 is luckyluckylucky. 8383 makes it even luckier!