I gotta get something off my chest.

What's with these idiots who bring $100 bills to a hockey game? Who carries around $100 bills anyway? Okay, I could understand if you were going to Future Shop to buy a big screen TV. Having hundreds would be the most expedient way to pay for the purchase in cash. But to a hockey game!?! What's the typical cost for something you might want? $4 or $5 for a drink, or some food and a drink. Even if you buy a round of beers for you and your 3 friends, that's still not even $20, and you're going to get back $80+ in return.

It pisses me off. What, are you trying to show off? What practical purpose could their be to having a wallet full of $100 bills? Sooner or later you have to spend them, and the likelihood is, whatever you want to buy is not going to consume $100. You're going to drain somebody's cash drawer. Isn't it kinda rude then, to expect that someone can make change for your flashy $100 bill?

I don't understand it. If someone knows the answer, please enlighten me. Otherwise, I'll be over the corner muttering curses.

And it continues . . .

2-1/2 hours more spent with the demon that haunts me. I've been to battle. I've seen war. It never ceases, never ends, never slackens or gives any quarter. Just brutal, unrelenting punishment.

And the result? A solution that makes no one happy, but similarly makes no one angry. I hate conclusions that don't result in some amount of contentment.

For all of you who have wondered about Boris, and who he is, I snapped a quick picture of him the last time I was on site.



Boris

Here is an update to yesterday's battery troubles. I know you all love this so . . . WE HAVE PICTURES!!!


Picture #1


Picture #2



There will be further pictures from my life, at a later date.

Toodles!

I have whacked a penguin 323.5 feet with my baseball bat. Two other times I made a penguin fly 323.4 feet.

I am mean to penguins.

Blog Question Of The Day:

What's the optimum height at which to smack the penguin?

Has anyone else ever noticed that the only difference between 'Hitler' and 'Hustler' is Hitler has an 'I' and Hustler has 'us'?

When everything works the way its supposed to, when the remote start turns the engine over, and the battery has the juice to start in the frigid climate, its a beautiful thing.

Update to the earlier post about my battery.

Again, the service department is still populated by idiots. I finally got to speak to a representative. He seemed far less than concerned about my problem. As I correctly predicted, their answer was for ME to have it hauled into their shop, so they could look at it at their convenience. As I'm in WATSON and not SASKATOON, this is not really an option.

And why isn't it an option? Well friends, as any right thinking, logical person would have concluded, my battery was completely wrecked, and needed to be replaced. Boosting it and driving to Sherwood in Saskatoon is not an option. I know the suspense is killing you so I'll explain why its not an option.

I blew up my battery! That's right, exploded it. Okay, that might be a little overboard, but I did destroy it. One of our service guys got it into the car wash this afternoon, and took things apart. Once it was apart it was easy to see why it wouldn't start, hold a charge, worked some times and didn't work other times.

The plastic housing that encompasses the chemical cells that make a battery, a battery, was burst. The plastic ripped almost completely around. It actually folds out like a convenient door right now. This is not by design. I guess the liquid inside must have froze, expanded, and stressed the plastic until it broke. I have pictures and any one that wants to see is welcome. I'm going to be creating a place for me to upload pictures, to link to in this blog, but its not set up yet tonight. Just ask if you wanna see the pics.

And so ended my day. New battery, installed for me, which I greatly appreciated, and all is back to right in my world. This does not absolve Sherwood of their lack of interest, and I'm still peeved at them. But, I'm back in the driving game, so that much makes me glad.

Toodles all, and be well.

It is time. I can hold back the sense of outrage no longer.

My truck, the new truck, the bend over and take it like a man payment truck, does not work. That part I could be okay with, I think, if it made sense why it didn't work. Instead, it chooses to be mysterious, which is confounding me to great heights.

First of all, who ordered this god damn weather!?! I mean, this is freakin' retarded! I have a fair sense of outrage about that too. What's with this, all of a sudden being -40 crap? I mean, its -40 C air temperature out there! Its bloody retarded! And why, as humans, are we still trying to have a normal existence? Shouldn't we be bundled up in our respective igloos?

Back to the truck, that vile perpetrator. Its a brick. There's no more descriptive noun for what its been turned into. To the point, it doesn't do a damn thing. There are times when it won't supply enough electricity to power the remote door locks. When it sits outside, it is a total brick. But then again, its not. The headlights will flash, but the radio will have lost power and be reset to 12:00. Sometimes it seems fine, cold but fine, but won't start. Check that, it never starts when its outside, but sometimes it does everything else but start.

All that I could manage. What I can no abide is the complete lack of sense to be made from things. Okay, its a brick. Sitting in the parking lot outside, a battery charger could not but a charge to the battery. Move it into the car wash for 10 minutes and it acts like its a summer day. What the hell is going on?

Now, to compound all of that, the sons of bitches at Sherwood service will not call me back. What if I wasn't in Watson, but instead parked at Muskowekwan First Nation, which is in the middle of piss all? What then? Oh, so sorry. Bring it in for service in two weeks and we'll look at it. Look at it! Its broke now! I need it back, NOW! And I can't even get someone on the phone.

If you need me, I'll be over here in the corner, beating my monkey severely.

Blog Question Of The Day:

Would it be a bad idea to put a hand on each terminal of one's car battery?

Whack The Penuin

Bloq Question Of The Day:

Why do my fingernails grow with bumps on the end?

I have some advice for the writers and producers of the Star Trek franchise.

You don't have the wreck the ship every time you make a movie!!!

I got my Professional Engineer paraphenalia in the mail, just before I went to Mexico. I brought it to work last week but was continually distracted and never got around to putting all the stuff away. I did that this afternoon. I feel kinda proud of what I've accomplished. Despite all the handicaps, and hardship I went through, I made it to the other side, with this designation now affixed to my name. I feel a sense of accomplishment. However, I am a little dim on how to continue. Once you're reached the summit of the mountain, what do you do next?

Should I seal my next rent cheque? LMAO

Toodles.