Author: Greg

It’s not often something makes me literally snort while I laugh, but this did…

If you have a spare hour or so, check out all the Her! [Girl vs. Pig] archives…

After my day from hell on Monday and Tuesday, it couldn’t get much worse could it? Well thankfully the answer is no…

My car is back in my loving care, fixed up with a new, uncracked radiator hose, a flushed out radiator and a shiny new radiator cap. Admitedly I’d have liked other things done like an oil change, the temperature guage fixed as I think it lies to me and other non-important stuff, but really, I’m just glad it’s back and it’s running, all for under $300 (including labour). They also said Robyn’s car should come in at around $500 but that remains to be seen…

Now I just have to worry about my court appearance next month. Maybe Maigh was right, maybe the universe has done it’s crapping on me for the next 6 months in one big swoop, let’s hope so…

I’ve probably had the unluckiest 24 hours anyone could possibly have, seriously! Sit yourself down for a tale and a half…

I was working late last night, not late late, but I left around 7pm, and as I turned the corner at LaVista and Cheshire Bridge, plumes of smoke come shooting out my hood… Great, so I pulled over and discovered the smoke wasn’t smoke, just steam as the radiator hose had a nice 1 inch long crack in it and coolant fluid was leaking out and instantly vapourising on the hot engine. The first thing I did was call Robyn, waking her up from a nap in the process, she calls AAA while I call her dad for advice and possibly an idea of a patch-up. See AAA will only tow you 5 miles for free, and I was over 5 miles away from home and didn’t want to pay anything more. So on Robyn’s dad’s advice I bought a roll of duct tape from the nearby CVS and wrapped the cracked hose up with it, released the radiator cap to let out some pressure and “gingerly” drove it up the back roads of Buckhead on my way home, cursing every red light as steam continued to pour out each time I had to stop, but it was getting less and less as I went along…

So now I’m driving through Sandy Springs and it’s an uphill drive and the car isn’t liking this one bit and it cuts out like a mile from home, luckily I was able to coast it into a nearby hotel car park and let it cool down for 10 minutes. It starts up and I drive it the mile or so home, and it barely made it… Oh well, hopefully it’s just a replacement hose, otherwise I’m in trouble.

Later that night I’m sleeping when I’m woken up by Robyn going “awwww fuck!” as she shone a flashlight on the bedroom ceiling. On that ceiling was a big fucking red cockroach, and it’s right above me… Immediately I’m off the bed and out the door quicker than a cat getting chased, screw messing with that kind of shit at 2am. So Robyn and I are both looking at each other with the ol’ “are you gonna get it or what?!?!” look. Robyn tries to snag it with a trash bag, but she cant get near it without being visibly repulsed, so I try and as I look directly at it I felt that gag reflex kick in and proceed to run to the bathroom and throw up.

Yes, I hate bugs of all kinds…

After 20 or so minutes of us freaking the hell out, Robyn manages to trap it in a big upright Rubbermaid container that was previously used to store wrapping paper, it was then shot straight out the door for trash pickup this morning. So it’s 2:30 and we’re freaked out and frazzled, going to sleep wasn’t an option, besides, could we sleep knowing there might be more?

So we clean up hoping to find more or at least give them less of a place to hide, an hour later we’re still wide awake, I decide to do some work work as I’d be in late as I’d be taking my dead car to an auto shop. Robyn, meanwhile, goes to make something to eat and all the boxed foods like rice-a-roni and shit in our pantry closet is like full of tiny mites…

What the fuck is going on here?

The pantry was systematically gutted, bags and bags of trash left outside for pickup and we eventually got to sleep around 6am, with the lights on!

This morning I call AAA for a tow, and I wait and wait and wait until it finally arrives at 11am, so the car gets towed to a place on Roswell Road, the guy there says he’ll call me with an estimate later, so I’m heading to work in Robyn’s car, driving down 400 when I realise I don’t have any change, or cash for that matter, for the tollbooth and my cruise card is stuck to the windshield of the Accord, dag! I get off 400 at the Glenridge Connector and head toward Peachtree-Dunwoody when the car in front of me brakes suddenly at a yellow light, shit! I’m braking anyways but now I have to stomp down HARD on the brake but to no avail… The irresistible force meets the immovable object and luckily it wasn’t a serious crash, just superficial paint damage to Robyn’s front end and the other cars rear bumper, but shit, I’m all shaken up wondering what could possible go wrong now.

A quick call to Robyn to let her know I crashed her pride and joy, then to the insurance people to let them know i crashed Robyn’s pride and joy, by now the police have turned up and order me out the car for some questioning… So I comply fully, I had my license and proof of insurance all ready, the woman I hit? No proof of insurance, great!

By now Robyn has turned up on the scene after getting a ride from a co-worker and me and the woman exchange details, I’m given a court citation for “following too closely” and now I’m a violator of state law, court date next month. Then as I’m at work after Robyn drives me there, I get a call from the auto shop, they have to replace the radiator hose, phew, it that all? Nope, they have to replace it so they can find out if the head gasket has blown or not. How much will that cost I ask, his reply? “You don’t even want to think about that right now.”

Fuck!

So yeah, a fucked up 24 hours, now I’m afraid to go outside as I’m sure I’ll be struck by lightning or some other crazy shit. Proof that somedays it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed…

Goodbye old PowerPC G5’s

Two 2GHz, 2.66GHz, or 3GHz Dual-Core Intel Xeon 5100 series processors
Eight FB-DIMM slots on two memory riser cards (4 slots per card) supporting up to 16GB of main memory
Up to 2TB of internal storage
Multiple graphics card configurations including two, three, or four NVIDIA GeForce 7300 GT cards
Four independent 3Gb/s Serial ATA cable-free, direct attach hard drive bays; four internal hard drive carriers included
16x SuperDrive with double-layer support (DVD+R DL/DVD±RW/CD-RW)

And just for shits and giggles, how much would a maxed out Mac Pro cost?

Only $19,959.48, I should hope free shipping comes with this considering tax alone is more than some PC’s out there, it’s also larger than some African countries GDP… For that amount of money I’d be expecting something like Deep Thought in return, and the Time Machine function in OSX Leopard damn well better take me back in time, 1.21 gigawatts or no…

That said, send PayPal donations to the usual address…

Usually I keep up on these small kinds of landmarks, but yesterday marked the 3rd anniversary of this era of blogging for me… 3 years and I’m not famous yet, what’s up witdat??

So yeah, 3 years, 4 versions and countless wasted hours now reside in my archives, and one day this year (really this time) I’ll finally be able to push that big “import” button and hopefully I’ll have the 2000 to 2003 era in here too then it’ll be nearly 6 years of blogging…

6 years and I’m not famous yet, what the hell is up witdat??

Imagine the scenario, Robyn and I have just been to see Greg Proops for the 3rd time in as many years. Apparently he likes visiting Georgia in the height of summer when, as he puts it, it’s just slightly warmer than the planet Mercury…

Anyways, it was a funny show from a funny guy, alas we didn’t get to hang out with him in the bar afterwards like last time but I did run into someone quite unexpected. So yeah, imagine the scenario, I’ve drank a fair few large cokes as I’m now the unofficial designated driver of our family, which is strange as Robyn thinks I’m about to kill us at any given moment on the road, and as such my bladder is pretty damn full, so I’m waiting in the mens room with the rest of the Greg Proops audience (or so it seems), and I’m next in line… But the guy in front was taking an absolute age, and when he’s finished and turns around, it’s freaking Dave! As in Triple D… And the first thing he does? Shakes my hand like straight after pissing…

Seriously!

Good thing I’m not a hygiene freak or that might have been weird, well weirder than it needed to be. But it’s funny who you meet on a Friday night in Roswell…

Thanks Shelbinator, I’ve only been using this Mac a week and already my grand dreams of security flaw invincibility has been shot down in flames.

Ahhh well, it was fun while it lasted…