Today was such a beautiful day! The past week has been unseasonally hot (that's global warming for you), but thankfully a cold front has moved in. Yesterday - mid 80's. Today - mid 60's. And at night we're expecting some frost over the next couple of evenings. I refuse to turn on any A/C until June. But alas, I will more than likely I will breakdown and turn it on around mid May, due to my front windows still being painted shut, now going on 6 years. Every spring I ask my landlord to please send someone to get the windows unstuck and every year the time slips away as I travel with work without maintenance getting the job done. Ultimately I guess it's nothing a sledgehammer or a well placed boot won't fix. I just really want my security deposit back.
And speaking of maintenance, about 6 weeks ago I could no longer stand looking at the unshapely holly bush growing at the corner of the building. The crew that is suppose to keep things looking nice does a horrible job. So i took it upon myself to fix the situation. Grabbing a pair of wire cutters and some leather gloves, I set to work pruning it into a close resemblance of something cylindrical in shape. Now with the weather turning nice, new growth has sprung forth ruining my handiwork. This afternoon I went at it again, determined to keep things returning to a wild state. in the middle of it all, my neighbor across the street comes home and strikes up a conversation:
him - "So how did they lure you into this?"
me - "Oh, I just couldn't stand to be inside on a day like this. And to tell you the truth the guys who cut the lawn do a terrible job"
him - "oh, that would be me"
I stare at him blankly, unphased by his admission of a crappy work ethic
him - "Let me explain, I haven't been paid in two years and I think this property is a reflection on mine, so I just cut the grass to keep it from getting too out of control. That's why I don't edge or sweep up."
The conversation then drifted into him getting information on how to contact the landlord and ended with a lame promise to keep things looking better now that he's actually met on of the tenants. When he left I continued to prune and clean up the lawn, whcih honestly was enjoyable. I think you can make a real relationship between men and yardwork. If you've ever watched "king of the hill" then you know this relationship, I tell you what. meh.
In other news, I'm fucking pissed at the motorcycle dealership. I think I got ripped by buying through them. And here's why: Last Friday as I got off the bike, I glanced over the workings and noticed a bolt sitting on top of the engine block barely wedged in a nook. I looked at the engine and found that the bolt belongs to the exhaust manifold. And it's twin was sticking out halfway. So I had to partly disassemble the bike to be able to reach the manifold and put the bolts back in their proper place. And to top it all off, the breaks are fucked up again because they didn't do a damn thing to them when I brough it in two weeks ago. Their explination, "They weren't sqeaking when we checked them, so we figured it just worked itself out." Good thing these geniuses didn;t chose some meaningful profession, like physican. Otherwise things like heart attacks or storkes might just "work themselves out". But I digress. So when I go back to pick it up (hopefully tomorrow) I am going to have a little chat with the owner. When I initially took it in and wanted to speak with him, a salesman said he wasn't in so I voiced my complaint to him. And do you know what his explination was?!? "Oh, thats normal for a bike. All the vibration causes them to back out periodically." ITS BRAND-FUCKING NEW. Accoding to his explination, I shouldn't be surprised if the whole fucking chassis falls apart due to "normal" circumstances. Fuck that. They make a little thing called Loctite which works quite well for holding bolts into place. I guarantee you that Harley-Davidsons aren't expected to just have parts fall off them. That bike has the potential to be a great bike, but the red-neck mentality of the shop makes me regret that they are the ones I bought it through. And they are the only certified dealer withing a 3 hour drive. The next thing that goes wrong with it is being reported directly to the North American distributor headquarters. If they hope to establish a market for their imports, then they need to make sure that they offer a quality product (which I believe it is) handled by qualified individuals (which I believe it is not). Sorry for the venting but it just pisses me off.
errr...
Finally I have started working out again. I got an unexpected visit from my little brother last weekend. He's no longer 'little'. I think he outweighs me by about 25 lbs. All muscle. So my pride has me getting back into shape. My goal is to be fitter by the first week of June. 8 weeks should be plently of time. Then maybe I will actually get out and get a tan this summer. My torso ghostliness is a stark contrast to my browned arms.
And speaking of maintenance, about 6 weeks ago I could no longer stand looking at the unshapely holly bush growing at the corner of the building. The crew that is suppose to keep things looking nice does a horrible job. So i took it upon myself to fix the situation. Grabbing a pair of wire cutters and some leather gloves, I set to work pruning it into a close resemblance of something cylindrical in shape. Now with the weather turning nice, new growth has sprung forth ruining my handiwork. This afternoon I went at it again, determined to keep things returning to a wild state. in the middle of it all, my neighbor across the street comes home and strikes up a conversation:
him - "So how did they lure you into this?"
me - "Oh, I just couldn't stand to be inside on a day like this. And to tell you the truth the guys who cut the lawn do a terrible job"
him - "oh, that would be me"
I stare at him blankly, unphased by his admission of a crappy work ethic
him - "Let me explain, I haven't been paid in two years and I think this property is a reflection on mine, so I just cut the grass to keep it from getting too out of control. That's why I don't edge or sweep up."
The conversation then drifted into him getting information on how to contact the landlord and ended with a lame promise to keep things looking better now that he's actually met on of the tenants. When he left I continued to prune and clean up the lawn, whcih honestly was enjoyable. I think you can make a real relationship between men and yardwork. If you've ever watched "king of the hill" then you know this relationship, I tell you what. meh.
In other news, I'm fucking pissed at the motorcycle dealership. I think I got ripped by buying through them. And here's why: Last Friday as I got off the bike, I glanced over the workings and noticed a bolt sitting on top of the engine block barely wedged in a nook. I looked at the engine and found that the bolt belongs to the exhaust manifold. And it's twin was sticking out halfway. So I had to partly disassemble the bike to be able to reach the manifold and put the bolts back in their proper place. And to top it all off, the breaks are fucked up again because they didn't do a damn thing to them when I brough it in two weeks ago. Their explination, "They weren't sqeaking when we checked them, so we figured it just worked itself out." Good thing these geniuses didn;t chose some meaningful profession, like physican. Otherwise things like heart attacks or storkes might just "work themselves out". But I digress. So when I go back to pick it up (hopefully tomorrow) I am going to have a little chat with the owner. When I initially took it in and wanted to speak with him, a salesman said he wasn't in so I voiced my complaint to him. And do you know what his explination was?!? "Oh, thats normal for a bike. All the vibration causes them to back out periodically." ITS BRAND-FUCKING NEW. Accoding to his explination, I shouldn't be surprised if the whole fucking chassis falls apart due to "normal" circumstances. Fuck that. They make a little thing called Loctite which works quite well for holding bolts into place. I guarantee you that Harley-Davidsons aren't expected to just have parts fall off them. That bike has the potential to be a great bike, but the red-neck mentality of the shop makes me regret that they are the ones I bought it through. And they are the only certified dealer withing a 3 hour drive. The next thing that goes wrong with it is being reported directly to the North American distributor headquarters. If they hope to establish a market for their imports, then they need to make sure that they offer a quality product (which I believe it is) handled by qualified individuals (which I believe it is not). Sorry for the venting but it just pisses me off.
errr...Finally I have started working out again. I got an unexpected visit from my little brother last weekend. He's no longer 'little'. I think he outweighs me by about 25 lbs. All muscle. So my pride has me getting back into shape. My goal is to be fitter by the first week of June. 8 weeks should be plently of time. Then maybe I will actually get out and get a tan this summer. My torso ghostliness is a stark contrast to my browned arms.
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BTW, tell me when the KH show is or where so I can look for myself... That excites me; I'll definitely be there; hopefully the set won't be so short as last time, y'know?