Another slow night at the ranch. I took the highway home tonight and opened up the Saturn a little. The last major garage repair was a timing chain replacement and it seemed to lose a good deal of oomph after that. So the mechanic said they could either do a 'piston wash' to get out the carbon deposits that almost surely are impacting the engine's workings at this late date or I could do a little more highway driving with it and see if that cleaned things out at all. And I don't care much for highway driving, although I've gotten more accustomed to it what with all the driving back and forth to the shore the past few years, and, besides, I have a great direct route home via a set of mostly back roads and a little thoroughfare we fondly refer to as the 'Stony Brook bypass', so I slacked off on the other route after less than a week.
At any rate, since I'm living life as a bachelor this week, in spirit if not in fact, and disinclined to cook and clean up after myself, I killed the proverbial two birds with one stone and took the highway across the river, blowing out carbons to beat the band, to a little place in Columbia PA that absolutely makes the best cheesesteaks in the Commonwealth. Ordered up a large so I'd have half for lunch tomorrow, some jalapeno poppers- see, I'm eating my vegetables like a good boy. Deep-fried... cheese-filled... uh, breaded... vegetables... -and a Coke. Which, I thought to myself even as I opened the cooler door, proves the power of advertising as I've more or less given up Coke in favor of iced tea, trading a punch for a kick, I know, but I heard a neat ad about a costumed mascot saved from a fate worse than death by- what else?- a Coca-Cola in the nick of time. And so I had to have one too, so cold and refreshing. Well, not really refreshing, you know how it gives you that sugary tooth film... but it was cold. For about two minutes. Then it got kinda... well, mostly lukewarm.
Spent the better part of the evening skimming eBay for guitars- I need more, two of the three in the house now have broken strings and I've been too steenking lazy to change them out. If I break a string on the last one I have to buy another guitar for sure! -and other wonderful non-essentials. Found a copy of Queens of The Stone Age Songs For The Deaf for cheap so I'll check that out. I only know one song from it so it'll be a surprise, surprise, surprise. A pleasant one, too, I'm hopeful. IM'd for a while with an old pal I hardly ever see in person any more. We jabbered like idiots about the idiots we work with and how working for a living stinks on ice even though he hasn't actually worked for a coupla years now, I guess. He might stop over on Friday to goof around, he likes to debug my computer every now and then. Then I'll make him sit and listen to me play some heavy metal licks and we'll maybe watch a movie or something. Sounds romantic, doesn't it? It's not, so just stop that!
And I guess that's it. I'm still trying to think of literary puns for that Mexican restaurant menu. I think the problem is that I just don't know that many Spanish words or Mexican dishes or great book titles, for that matter.
Got just a teensy little stretch of yard to mow but it'll wait until tomorrow night. >yawn< And that's really it.
Ho hum, indeed.
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