My God, There's No Stopping Him

Fri, 17 Jul 2009 18:11:57 GMT

Classic Journey still rocks. Just FYI. I like it. I don't care who knows.

Also watching vid after vid of motorcycle crashes and idiots stunting on the streets with/without gear. "Yeah he has no insurance on it. He only made one payment on this bike. This thing's fucking ruined."

Moe-Ron.

Thu, 16 Jul 2009 23:49:39 GMT

Heh.... hehehe...

Hah!... HAH! HAAAAH! HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OWNED BITCHES! HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! HAAAAAAA-ha-HAAA!!

Now.... I just have to choose.

Thu, 16 Jul 2009 02:07:34 GMT

I've been busy the last few weeks dreaming and playing "Finance: The RPG". Got more than a few things going in the right direction, but still working out if it's 'right enough'.

Sat, 11 Jul 2009 01:36:53 GMT

I've wanted a motorcycle for a while, as you may well know. My last motorcycle was an inherited 1991 BMW r100gs that was too much maintenance to own, so I had to sell it. Before that I had a Kawasaki KLR 250 that I learned on. Kick-start-only dual-sport. Took it to Oklahoma on a lark, rode it to work and Dallas over and over, had every bike wreck I've ever had on it, the last one smashed up the bars real bad, took out the front rim, and pinched a fold in the tank.

Well, it's not dead, my parents still have it. After I signed it over as a 'downpayment' on the Beemer, I find that not only has the title NOT been changed over, but the bike has sat unused and unloved for years.

This... this cannot be tolerated. It also gives me something to do.

So it looks like every bonus check for now will be going towards bike parts. Already ordered a plastic tank for it. I need the tool kit, and then I'll begin pulling it apart and making a list of everything I need to buy.

So far I need:
Front rim
Both tires (90/10)
Handlebars
Tank (already ordered from IMS).
AGM battery.
Probably every single hose and gasket.
Steel braided brake line.
Back brake work (probably).

Coolant changout, perhaps some kind of de-scaling treatment for radiator.
Sprockets/Chain.
Toolkit (mine got ganked back in '03...
Carb rebuild.
Fork fluid changeout, perhaps rebuild/replacement.
Back shock replacement, possibly.
Oil/Filter.
Electrics, knowing my luck.
All the bearing grease.
Clutch? Do those go out with time?

Figuring out the chain thing is going to be a bit of a bitch. Figuring out the fork thing is going to be a bitch. Rebuilding the carbs, greasing all the bearings... pretty much everything about this is going to be a bitch in heat. The only good thing I can think of so far is the fact that I'll get to start getting some decent aftermarket mods on it, put a Givi topbag on it, put some decent road tires on it, and start riding again for longer ranges.

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 00:35:14 GMT

Fuck YES I can solder speaker wire to RCA connectors, bitches!

Let's see the cat chew THAT shit.

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 14:26:55 GMT

Someone gave me legal absinthe-lite last night with melted sugar in it. How was it?

Guys. Don't shower for a week. Do funky stuff in the heat like work out and play football and stuff.
Take a bunch of black licorice, melt it down in a microwave until it's liquid.
Pour that hot waxy substance on your erect funky penis.
Break your two lower ribs.
Blow yourself.

THAT is what that drink tastes like.
(Women will just have to imagine kissing the guy after he did that. He didn't brush his teeth for that week either.)

Yeah, Europeans are nuts. No amount of hallucinations or good writing would make me take that regularly.

Yet again, apathy is my anti-drug.

I'm rather amused however how I started with a margarita, moved on to the Hershey squirts of Willy Wonka, and 'came down' with a Kahlua and coffee. I think I want to buy one of those keychain breathalyzers, as my tolerance seems to be skyrocketing again.... that or I can stagger very convincingly in a straight line.

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 22:15:26 GMT

Thank goodness I've fallen out of the habit of checking Woot every day, else I'd have a 42" LCD(or plasma) 1080p computer monitor that doubles as a TV and no chance of motorcycle. But now it's sold out. Yay.

.... BAAAALLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSS. Money sucks.

Can I fucking go NOW!?! 1:40 left to go and I want... GUESS WHAT. MONEY. HAIRY MONKEY NUTS! TUPPERWARE-PRESERVED-DEER-DROPPINGS-BREAKFAST-YUMMY-YUM-YUM SHIIIIIIT. Shit shit shit shit *thud* zzzzzzzzz.

I'm going to become a hippy. The laziest hippy ever.

And apparently I'll be a paranoid hippy too. I just found Ground Zero II, a nuclear blast effect simulator to show you the thermal/pressure/fallout range effects you'd see from a nuclear explosion of x-size, with a slider at the bottom to choose which weapon. I just had fun trying to figure out how close to death I was if various yield warheads were to strike D/FW airport. It went from the supposedly active 6kt warhead made by N. Korea (which wouldn't even knock down the fence, it seems), to Tsar Bomba, the 50mt thermonuclear warhead that sent registered seismic shocks around the world three times (say goodbye to central Texas). I can tell you which one I'd rather be hit with if I had to survive a nuclear strike with no warning.

Every now and then I remap and revise where I'd run in the event of some sort of foreknowledge of an impending full-on nuclear attack, and for the Dallas area, there's a bunch of nowhere to run. On pretty much every point of the compass there's something strategically valuable between me and the next hope for civilization or even self-reliance. Ft Hood, Ft Sill, White Sands... There's something else west and east of here to consider, but I can't think of it. Unfortunately trying to cross west Texas to El Paso during the aftermath of a nuclear war would be suicide. If south-running fallout didn't get me the heat/distance would. East would be reasonable, though NOLA would be glassed, since it's a major major shipping hub, plenty of options around there, though, and a lot more fertile land. I'm pretty sure Mexico would have a 'shoot on sight' order for Norteamericanos when I got there if I went Big Bend way. Anyway....

45 minutes now. Yay... and our new guy broke someones special order toilet. That'll be fun to deal with on Monday. Great.

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 16:37:48 GMT

Go to party. check.
Bring beer. check.
Know NOBODY there. check.
Get the business card of an amateur Elvis impersonator. check.
Totally impress people with my ability to toss bottle rockets for mid-air launches. check.
Decline the keg stand. Check.

No, Paco. I know you can afford the bike on CL now, but I really don't think you'll be happy with an '83 gs750. Wait. wait wait wait. Save more, buy something new or lightly used outright. Couple more months, all the fall deals will start. You can do it.

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 13:56:54 GMT

Why should you watch so many news sources? So you can laugh at Madoff getting hundreds of years.
Why should you regret watching so many news sources? 2 out of 3 going on about the Oxyclean guy.

Nice to know some of the UK staff are getting out of Iran and a partial recount is underway.

I was amused by their former CIA guy interview: "Well of COURSE we have people in there. Duh. We're not officially pushing for anything though. We're just watching." I'd be really surprised if someone wasn't, though. They're probably also recruiting to hell and back. Go CIA go.

Still saving.

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 20:14:58 GMT

I've often asked that last question myself.

Girlyscream FTW.

Wed, 24 Jun 2009 21:41:21 GMT

I'm pretty sure everyone that's come to me after 2pm has done so with the express purpose to try to piss me off. It could be that I'm hungry or tired (hungry mostly, plenty of sleep last night), but I'd rather consider that it's a conspiracy between all our employees to jostle my flaps.

Except trickykitty who continues to give me ~~ammo, money, and medkits~~ food, which is a self-contained conspiracy to break the karma-meter attached to my freeloading ass. I need to bake some brownies, it seems.

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Wed, 24 Jun 2009 02:18:18 GMT

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Tue, 23 Jun 2009 15:57:50 GMT

I continue to find it annoyingly ironic that the apartment I moved to to be closer to the TRE station got me close enough to work that it's no longer economically expedient to take the TRE until gas hit's $4 a gallon, and biking 10 miles in 100 degree heat causes me to go through more water than I can carry currently. I really need to get that rack on. Also need to get a camelbak again.
And a white helmet.

Deah Tewwowists

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 14:01:34 GMT

My name is Paco. I've been a vewy good boy... for the last 72 hours. My friend Tommy says you don't exist, but I know he's lying. So I was hoping to get this letter to you before the terrorist season begins and you start looking at all the little girls and boys to rain death upon in the name of your screwed up cause du jour. Please please please help me to be the happiest boy in the world by NUKING HOLLYWOOD TO THE FUCKING BEDROCK. That way I don't have to see "US actor Ryan O'Neal is to marry his longtime companion, actress Farrah Fawcett, he says." Despite how much I try to filter my BBCa feed settings it keeps coming through. If you could make this stop by turning all of Hollywood and the surrounding dozen or so miles (go thermonuclear, only way to fly), into the set for Fallout: OMG THE MOVIE, I would believe in you forever.

I'd still come kill you, but hey, I'd do it with a twinge of regret.

Love,
Paco
Age 8

The Al Jazeera feed doesn't show me that shit. BBC shows a little. CNN shoves it in enough corners to make me think they're getting kickbacks. Asshats.

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 02:25:27 GMT

Currently laughing my ass off to: Textsfromlastnight.com. Oh jesus. It's like drinking vicariously through people who aren't complete tools when they drink.... or are, but I don't have to deal with it.

"(843): plans for tonight: dress up like pirates, drink a bottle of mad dog and watch the sorostitues across the street get naked. and yes, the mad dog part is already in play. hurry the fuck up. i look like a loser doing this alone."

Srsly tho. Mad Dog? Oh god, thank god I don't have to deal with THAT hangover.

My Pandora just played Happy Little Boozer by Korpiklaani... which is I think the best drinking song I've heard this week. Watch and rate and discuss.

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 23:22:53 GMT

Me: "How long do I have to let this play?"
Brain: "How long do you plan to stay awake?"
Me: "..."
Brain: "Next time I tell you to take a tylenol, I expect to be obeyed. I'll see you later, I'm going back to Atlantic City."
Me: "We've never been to-"
*SLAM*
Me: "Atlant... ic... er. Yeah."

It's funny stuff or emo whiny bullshit, so you get funny stuff. Besides, your life could be much worse.

Canadians talk about the Canadian health care system.

Eventually people in the US will stop talking about shit they don't understand, realize there's pros/cons/gains/flaws to every system, and that Canadiaea isn't the fucking promised land just because it's Not Here. They'll also either stop A) saying we should all be like Canayaya, or B) fucking move there already and get eaten by wild Ontarians.

Then they'll all go off to the Cheesecake Kingdom atop steeds of pure light and joy, freed of their Phaetonic overlords and above such petty concerns as being correct when critiquing shit.

I'll be mayor. First order of business? Invade, subjugate, and strip the resources of Kanadea. My reelection promise? A moose on every plate.

Sat, 20 Jun 2009 18:00:44 GMT

Blew a tire on the bike on the way to work, so I had to leg it the last mile. I was still on time, dammit! Woot!

Tomorrow: go to buy new tire and tube. Yeah, I biked it a half mile or more before that. No regrets, though. HAD to get to work.

Going to get a ride to party/home. Man, not my week.

Fri, 19 Jun 2009 19:07:04 GMT

Car's out of commission until Thursday.

New bumper, including impact foam junk and backing plate.
New seatbelt.
Reset for airbag system.
New front tire.

Next time someone tries to stave in my quarter panel just to take my lane, I'll just PIT the fuckers. I think an entire new front end will be a good trade off for putting someone ELSE into a wall.

Fri, 19 Jun 2009 15:17:44 GMT

I am without car for the weekend and possibly longer.

I are sad.

Thu, 18 Jun 2009 20:56:57 GMT

I live in interesting times.

OH HELL YEAH! Gobama Gobama Go! Gobama Gobama Go! Back this! woot!

First up? Detroit.

Snot of the Union

Thu, 18 Jun 2009 01:32:39 GMT

I'll never take up chewing tobacco, because I get all my spitting and nasty-shit-in-my-mouth-needs every single spring and fall.

Fucking allergies.

Thu, 18 Jun 2009 01:02:52 GMT

Hello new person who's friended me simply because of one of my interests without bothering to look at the content of my 'blog-ette' beforehand. Had you done that you might have realized that I meant "BMW motorcycles" at the time. Since their prices rose to $10k+ for anything over 700cc, even that's a bit shaky. I loved my r100gs like a dog, but it was a gimpy dog that wound up needing it's little ass-zit squeezed too often and then needed major surgery pretty much before any ride, so I was a little annoyed with it. More than a little annoyed, in fact, and the fact that my local BMW motorcycle shop A) didn't know what the hell a r100gs WAS and B) managed to shave a huge furrow in the rim of my fathers r1100gs with nary an 'our bad' made me start reconsidering what the hell I'm paying for. I could be spit on by burly hirsute men in patched leather for about the same price at the Harley dealer, and I'd get a motorcycle that (at least according to society) is less ugly than those weird-ass top-heavy lazy-eyed blinged-out monsters BMW is putting out now. I'd have easier access to parts, too, and they own bars. Sure, I like looking unique, but sometimes the beemers, especially the 1150/1200gs line, seem to be saying "let's see if they'll buy THIS". It's like the Ikea meets Starbucks motorcycle aesthetics. And can they stop putting Dakar models out until they start winning the Dakar again? And no, judges, I don't agree that driving KTM out of the running simply because they started spanking everyones asses means we'll get other 'winners'. It just means KTM riders will probably start riding the route on their own just to show up the Beemer team.

I'd like to take this moment to thank the sport bike industry for convincing the 'adventure bike' or 'all-rounder' bike industry that having a huge ass hunk of plastic hanging off the tank encasing the front forks and holding all the instruments, ignition, and lights in it is the way to go. I'm certain there's a reason for it and I'm pretty sure it has to do with aerodynamics, but god it's ugly and blocks my view of my front wheel. I'm not exactly sure why it's going that way for bikes that are geared towards everything, but eh, future.

Anyway, the one thing that really bugs me sometimes about LJ is the fact that I have no quality control over the people who friend me. So dead journals, strange russians, some odd 'how to service your BMW' freakmonkeys, and people who think I make sense in the conservative communities can friend me without a worry. Fuck them, damned leeches. I realize that this is all about being 'social' and 'popular' and what not, but for fucks sake, do I have to call them 'friends'? Can't I just call them 'people who are in need of therapy or shock treatments or both'? How about 'people I haven't fucked over YET'? I think that's pretty open and clear.

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 22:37:47 GMT

Nice quiet days let you really worry about your future, how you handle yourself, what to do about it. Most of my other days are crowded by other issues, but this is still all there. Get's crowded.

Answers are few and far between, though helpful when they come. Hopefully I'll get to put some of them into practice, though I keep worrying that it's too late. I just can't understand the problems I have, and when someone finally says something enlightening, it's because it's so boneheadedly simple that people don't bother to tell me. I'm getting tired of feeling like a caveman trying to learn ballroom dancing, but there's no attractive alternative. My nerves are worse because I'm just now starting to make real progress with the rest of my life, starting to hit goals I set, and getting out from under obligations I put myself in over the last few years. But all the progress I thought I had made on the job front before seems to be drying up in direct relation. And now is definitely not the time to have to deal with that, especially not after hitting the 2-year mark. I want to go to at least 5, and with the way the job is here I can definitely do that, assuming I don't wear out my welcome before that.

Just over $5000.00 left on the Focus, and with KBB trade-in value, that means I'm nowhere near upside down in it. If things continue to go reasonably I can get it paid off next year, and at 50k miles it's still not needing anything except an AC recharge (which I keep putting off, screw AC... at least until yesterday). I can see keeping it around until at least 100k, hopefully 120, maybe even 150+.

After crunching the numbers over and over I just do not want to try to afford a house. Not in a year, not even in two. Honestly. I don't care how good a time it is to buy, there'll be other times. I could do it, but I'd be skimming so thin that any mistake or problem that came up would kill my finances for a huge chunk of foreseeable future. When I'm able to go put 10-20% down free and clear without having to take out a loan to take out a mortgage, then I'll buy a house. That means I need at least 7k-14k squirreled away. That'll take some time, but I think I can do that. So that's next 'extreme' long term goal.