Go Suzi!
Jesse, the Chicago cast won't tour.
I'm full of information management rage today. Our files are a hot mess and it seems to bother nobody but me.
Mal: You were dead! Tracy: Hunh? Oh. Right. Suppose I was. Hey there, Zoe.
'The Message'
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Consuela - Jun 02, 2016 11:12:40 am PDT #22412 of 30003
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Pix - Jun 02, 2016 11:26:27 am PDT #22413 of 30003
The status is NOT quo.
Congrats, Suzi!
Jesse - Jun 02, 2016 11:43:27 am PDT #22414 of 30003
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Congrats, Suzi!
Jesse, the Chicago cast won't tour.
Really I just mean the Chicago cast.
Sheryl - Jun 02, 2016 1:02:01 pm PDT #22415 of 30003
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
Have had a headache on and off all day. Advil works a little. Doesn't help that I've got tension in my jaw/neck.
sarameg - Jun 02, 2016 2:53:05 pm PDT #22416 of 30003
Retirement party for my sorta boss-mentor today. I didn't cry. Tomorrow is her last day. Then I'll cry.
Connie Neil - Jun 02, 2016 3:17:42 pm PDT #22417 of 30003
brillig
Went to start the Jeep this morning. Click click click. Swear swear. The garage said a couple of weeks ago that the batterly was flirting with disaster. Instead of trying to cadge a jump from somebody, I call Roadside Assistance (for the record, Firestone's roadside assistance people are terrific).
RA guy comes out, with a device he brags "This can jumpstart a semi." But it can't start my Jeep. RA guy is offended. "It's not the battery, your cabin lights come on, and the alarm goes off when the key's in."
So I call a tow truck (again, these folks are terrific, prompt, professional, clean). Clean is important, because I ride up to the garage with the Jeep. The garage folks say, "But you were just in for the inspection two weeks ago." I smile thinly: "Yes, I know."
So I wander off to Wendy's for comfortable seating and munchies. Meanwhile, garage tests the battery again. Not dead, but sickly. Starter: not dead. Alternator (one year old): dead. They fiddle with the alternator, adjust some bolts. Alternator: not dead. Battery: still not dead. Starter: rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible.
Tech decides to go Old School and whacked the bottom of the starter with a hammer. Starter shows signs of life. Apparently, whacking a starter with a hammer and having it work is proof that the thing is really dead. Clearly we are in the realm of mystic arts, here, and why I take the thing to professionals to be worked on.
So, in summary: Alternator: not dead. Starter: brand new. Battery: is now showing as a good, strong battery as opposed to being at death's door. IE: cars are weird.
Laura - Jun 02, 2016 4:10:04 pm PDT #22418 of 30003
Our wings are not tired.
I hate car issues because I am just without adequate knowledge and have to depend on others. Most uncomfortable. We have a trustworthy mechanic, but still. Uncomfortable.
Connie Neil - Jun 02, 2016 4:46:34 pm PDT #22419 of 30003
brillig
I trust my garage because Faux-Son used to work there, and they haven't steered me wrong yet. But I know I'm lucky in that. Plus I know the theory of automotives well enough to know if a diagnosis makes sense.
aurelia - Jun 02, 2016 4:47:01 pm PDT #22420 of 30003
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I think I did the starter/alternator/battery dance three times over the life of one particular car. They always seemed to go in pairs for me.
sarameg - Jun 02, 2016 4:50:51 pm PDT #22421 of 30003
New ceiling! Week after next! Construction mess! I gotta clear out the front room, fuck me! And I think I'll start interviewing cleaning services to come in after and do all the dusting and windows. Because, nope.
And get my vpn to work. Cause I'll be working from next door with the cats again.