Wednesday, October 17

Rain, Rain . . .













Rain, rain, don't go away!
The Peripheral Canal is coming our way.
Global warming will save the day!
Rain and more rain - hip, hip, hooray!

A few early season rains have transformed this parched wilderness into a proverbial paradise. Well, not quite. "Valley Paradise" is quite oxymoronic, actually. Plant, grow, water, exotic-fy all you want --- the Valley will never come close, unless your definition includes fog, smog and bog (as in adobe clay).

Thursday, October 11

Quipping Right Along



"We have seen the enemy and he is us!" quipped Pogo. The enemy is currently sporting the guises of "ho-hum, who cares?" and "can't we all just get along?" Zero tolerance is condemned and "turn the other cheek" is lauded.

There are a few more things you should know about big media and its sexually "correct" reporting: San Francisco, September 30, 2007.

There are a few photos you must see from this event: San Francisco, September 30, 2007.

There are a few questions you need to ask yourself. There are a few things you have to do. The war is real. Ephesians 6:12

Oh, and don't forget to tune into your favorite channel, where coming soon to your living room is: New TV Ad

Saturday, October 6

New Dip Stick




My gas gauge showed just a whisker under 1/4 tank, so I figured it must have been the fuel pump when the poor beast started sputtering and gasping while driving home from work yesterday. About 1/2 mile from a huge intersection close to the house, I maneuvered from the fast to slow lane and had to coast around the corner to the right. Didn't want to end up in the turn lane with a dead, old, delapidated, jalopy that had to be hand pushed out of the way! Thankfully, I could coast a block and out of traffic before walking home to call AAA towing.

The guy was nice. They ALL are, and believe me, I've had lots of experience with them! Got her home and went to the parts store to order a fuel pump and buy a filter. Then we went to a lousy fish and chips dinner, where Liz and Angel met us for gabbing.

I thought it just might be a gas guage problem instead, so put gas in it this morning. Fired right up, so problem solved. Got my money back on the fuel pump order which hadn't been called in yet, thankfully. Cleaned the connectors on the back of the gauge. At first it jumped around when you wiggled the wires, but then finally gave out completely.

You know the long rod that swivels and runs the gears that move your venetian blinds? That's my new gas guage. Works great. Filed a 2 gallon mark on it and now it's back to the races!