Confuzzlry. It's not bad, but it's not good either. I took my truck for a routine fill up. I've yet to put a full tank in her and I thought the day might be the day to push the needle full to "F". It was not the day.
Traffic was terrible and all of the legal side routes were taken and you can't hop curbs no matter your clearance level. I stared at the curbs. My head up display showed the alternate route and I had to keep pressing cancel, breathe easy, and listen to radio. Clutch out. Clutch in. Clutch out. Clutch in. Clutch out. Oh, wait! No, nothing moving. Clutch out. Clutch out. It was not my day to be had and I was not going to be had on this day. No sir. No thanks. I'll wait.
Get to the pumps and every stall is taken and my baby is thirsty as hell. Even I can taste it. I set it to hover mode and blocked all ways of ingress and egress. Except one. Sure enough that stall cleared out and I took two glances and shot the gap backwards. Full reverse! Aye aye, captain. I can't hear you! Aye aye, captain!
Straight into the path of a little rabbit car. We had a face to mirror to windshield to face show down. One of the times when having a giant rusty hook hitch bolted to your truck frame helps. It's that extra incentive to "do you really want this through the hood of your car?" I slipped her in to the open stall, easy as cake. Or pie. Take your pick. The point is, if you talk to her well, the battleship has hunter killer maneuverability. You have to suss it out though. And know her limits.
Gassing up, my eyes went upward too. I started to day dream while fueling the tank and I really wished for rain or at least snow, but I'll settle for rain. I heard it. Rattle rattle rattle asphalt rattle and I smiled very wide. And then I noticed that it was not raining. The woman on the other side of the pump was staring at me. I smiled and winked back. She kept staring.
That's when I realized gasoline was pouring all over the side of the truck and collecting in a great pool beneath my feet. "Oh?" is what I said. It kept pouring. I looked at her and she wasn't staring anymore. I looked at the sky and it was in fact not raining. I looked at the front tank's hatch and it was indeed pouring gasoline everywhere beginning six dollars ago.
I cut the feed and adjusted the nozzle and gasket. Perfect pour. She started drinking real well with no spills. I cast my eyes around to see who else saw and then I realized everybody gets one. Two fudges in five years is not bad. It's not good, but it's not bad either.
How'd you die? Freak gasoline fight accident. I couldn't help chuckling while I pulled away. A good horse is a happy horse. The things I do for you, truck. You owe me one.
The cockpit reeks of gasoline now. No shoes in the house!
///Miss Kittin - "Happy Violentine" .... do you like me [y] [n]. my truck gets moody. so do i. red aura'd capital underscore night terrors
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2/27/07
bronchitis, herbs, and stories 02/27/07
Subject : bronchitis, herbs, and stories
Posted Date: : Feb 27, 2007 11:56 AM
ive decided im going to face my fears and watch brazil. the last time i saw this movie i was really young. it was back when mtv still had a space man logo as their chief advertising gimmick and nickelodeon still had a song to sing a long to. Rocko's modern life was still really popular and ren and stimpy was not all but forgotten by everyone except the casual stoner. The last time i saw this movie was like the first time i saw kafka... fucking frightening. I just remember a guy in a porcelain baby mask getting shot in the back of the head by some tall, dark, and blonde woman and his brains firing out through his forehead onto the camera. and i also vaguely remember another scene where there were two men in air tight suits that were filled with feces through tubes until they exploded. obviously not the best material for children.
which reminds me... i need to watch time bandits again sometime cuz that movie was really good even though it was unbelievably long and hard to follow for my 13 year old brain.
Anyway... in other news. I'm writing a parody of the emo dissillusionment black tragedy. I call it black tragedy because it is invariably laced with black comedy, despite its tragic content. Movies like the virgin suicides and american beauty (among others) really tick me off sometimes because they can get to be formulaic. So I realized that the problem isnt the formula, the problem is me. I don't like the formula, but a lot of other people love it... thus i will write a subtle parody, using the formula, to win acclaim. That way I and the other people, who hate that formulaic, unresolved ending, emotional crap, will have something to laugh to ourselves about, while the less narratively inclined readers will have something to say "oh, what a profound commentary on the humanity of adolescents and maturity impaired adults that was." a win-win and win situation.
also... having successfully gotten over bronchitis... well actually i should say having successfully begun to get over bronchitis i am considering alternatives to the occassional cigarette and i think i've found something interesting... herbs. not like pot herbs or potted herbs but like flower herbs that are smokable. they dont produce nicotine or tar when smoked and can be quite fragrant... which makes me wonder what the downside is. im pretty sure its bronchitis if smoked habitually... but if that's it then i simply wonder why people don't smoke more herbs all the time? it seems like fun. you even get a complimentary pipe with your first purchase. how bout them apples. so i think im gonna try it. im not looking for a marijuana high or anything close. I just want to see if its an enjoyable past time while I do other things like... blog... or ... read ... or something. we shall see.
///orb - "secrets" 'as we look at the weather map we see a forecast with sub-zero temperatures with tomorrows temperatures a continued mild- continued mild?' spring is coming. I can already feel it in the air. This is my favorite time of year... when it can still snow hard as all hell the first half of the week and then be light jacket and t-shirt weather for the other half. beauty.
Posted Date: : Feb 27, 2007 11:56 AM
ive decided im going to face my fears and watch brazil. the last time i saw this movie i was really young. it was back when mtv still had a space man logo as their chief advertising gimmick and nickelodeon still had a song to sing a long to. Rocko's modern life was still really popular and ren and stimpy was not all but forgotten by everyone except the casual stoner. The last time i saw this movie was like the first time i saw kafka... fucking frightening. I just remember a guy in a porcelain baby mask getting shot in the back of the head by some tall, dark, and blonde woman and his brains firing out through his forehead onto the camera. and i also vaguely remember another scene where there were two men in air tight suits that were filled with feces through tubes until they exploded. obviously not the best material for children.
which reminds me... i need to watch time bandits again sometime cuz that movie was really good even though it was unbelievably long and hard to follow for my 13 year old brain.
Anyway... in other news. I'm writing a parody of the emo dissillusionment black tragedy. I call it black tragedy because it is invariably laced with black comedy, despite its tragic content. Movies like the virgin suicides and american beauty (among others) really tick me off sometimes because they can get to be formulaic. So I realized that the problem isnt the formula, the problem is me. I don't like the formula, but a lot of other people love it... thus i will write a subtle parody, using the formula, to win acclaim. That way I and the other people, who hate that formulaic, unresolved ending, emotional crap, will have something to laugh to ourselves about, while the less narratively inclined readers will have something to say "oh, what a profound commentary on the humanity of adolescents and maturity impaired adults that was." a win-win and win situation.
also... having successfully gotten over bronchitis... well actually i should say having successfully begun to get over bronchitis i am considering alternatives to the occassional cigarette and i think i've found something interesting... herbs. not like pot herbs or potted herbs but like flower herbs that are smokable. they dont produce nicotine or tar when smoked and can be quite fragrant... which makes me wonder what the downside is. im pretty sure its bronchitis if smoked habitually... but if that's it then i simply wonder why people don't smoke more herbs all the time? it seems like fun. you even get a complimentary pipe with your first purchase. how bout them apples. so i think im gonna try it. im not looking for a marijuana high or anything close. I just want to see if its an enjoyable past time while I do other things like... blog... or ... read ... or something. we shall see.
///orb - "secrets" 'as we look at the weather map we see a forecast with sub-zero temperatures with tomorrows temperatures a continued mild- continued mild?' spring is coming. I can already feel it in the air. This is my favorite time of year... when it can still snow hard as all hell the first half of the week and then be light jacket and t-shirt weather for the other half. beauty.
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