International check for $4,700

I needed only call a 604 number to activate it and to get the other $45,800. I was bewildered. Why ... what ... whom ... we, what, where, why, wink ...
I was for a grant. Although I filed for a grant ... I got no response, which means, "NO". I got an ESL operator (English was not the person's first, nor best language) who couldn't answer my only question, "why".

"You only need to pay taxes on it ... that's what the check's for. You don't have to spend any of your money."
Okay, but why did I get it. It was like conversing with a radio or Rainman's Ramon. So, why did I get this?
"97X ... BAM! The future of rock and roll."
"I'm definitely not wearing any underwear."

Just answer, "why"!
Uh, oh. Uh, oh.

The call was to British Columbia. The check was from J.P. Morgan Chase in Manhattan, NY.

I manually shredded it and added it to recylcing. May it be recirculated as newspaper.

I could have killed some bills with $50,000, but I think it was a scam.

Late in blogging about devilishly prank

Prince, Superbowl ... you knew it was a bad idea.

There's uproar over prince's penis guitar. While I thought the "devil" appearance was plain ... many folks focussed on the phallic principle. Huh ... I guess I wasn't penis-focussed to see it. I did, however get revolted over the Snickers' gay commercial. Good planning gay flakes! Whomever planned that -- instant canning (ha), fired. Was this trip really necessary?

Prince, devil ... bi-sexual nut. Why choose him, because Michael Jackson wasn't available, apparently. You wonder why people think American TV is crap.

I will again suppose that maybe, a sober person will be in charge of celebrity selection for superbowl 2008. Why don't you settle for a notable, fairly popular, recent star willing to just be there -- poor pay or not. I'd even settle for country crap music over identity crisis Prince -- far removed from the 21st century, and the daring to be stupid Janet Jackson and talentless Justin Timberflake.

I liken this to Jagermeister shots with 1953 champagne and warm Budweiser in the can. Although all three are alcohol ... no person should drink them in succession or in combination or in one setting. Jager is expensive, get wasted on terrible tasting mack-nasty shots. It is undrinkable. Warm Bud caters to the "white trash" of society, unconcerned with taste, but will to fork over money for cases of beer, each case cheaper than a pint of Jager. The 1953 champagn, however should be chilled and served as the right temperature and is complimentary to an occasion or only a few meals. It is not a shot nor a bottle to down to get drunk. All three are acquired tastes -- or, taking some time to adjust.

When selecting a person for public viewing ... don't choose the naked trucker, nor Tom Greene, nor Dick Cavett, Bob Saggett, South Park, or Eddie Murphy. Think about the general audience ... find a moderate, not Gong Show contestant. If you can't find one ... ask me, I'll find one.

Devil may care, Prince was a bad choice for Superbowl. His devil guitar was more popular with penis-seekers than with people dumbfounded people like myself wondering why those responsible chose Prince. They could have put the audience to rest with "Narratives of Al Gore", by the author.

(scratches) one giant leap ...

I got a call today, much like the audio from the 1969 moon landing ...
garble, robble . .. mrphf ... we ---grrzzzzzzzzzzz ... hr sav .... catk ... oo tr, dad

One giant leap for phone kind? I don't think so. The message was, [my name] "got here safe. I'll catch you later, dad."

You say you bought that service? The funny thing is ... it is an Indy number cell phone ... why the garbage on the line?

accent absent

The other day, yet another person suspected me of being Enlgish ... British, rather, by the manner of my speech. Where's the fire, or WTF?

at least no one was hurt

MR and I were watching COPS and an officer at the scene remarked, "at least no one got hurt". The suspect was pulled from an upside-down SUV that was used in felon flight. He was "in bad shape", stated the same officer. In this case, I concur, the suspect should not be regarded. He was trying to evade arrest at speeds of 100 mph and had, of course, run red lights.

I applaud the officer for disregarding the suspect in the analysis of, "at least no one was hurt" as the broken suspect was put on stretcher into an EMS.

Since this is the 2nd time, I'll plug 'em

If you are ever in Fort Wayne, IN and need some auto service done ... please try these guys. They do a nice job for a fair price.

Waynedale Auto!

Yeah, yeah ... God is great

I got a call ... car is done early. It's around $200. I asked him to look at the back brakes then ... it will be tomorrow, but hey, I got time now.

God is great and His mercy endures forever.

afternoon's terminus of bitchin'

My work has a promotion going, but did anyone bother explaining it to people who work there ... absolutely not. Ring, "I got a question about .." How can I intelligently answer this question or help the person?

Thanks!

"Yeah, how would they know where we're going?" +

+ Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

I said, "Strip!"

Here's a highway shot of Showgirl I, yes one, because there are II, and III in town. I never thought of strip clubs having sequels, but there are always exceptions. I think the Knight's Inn and Red Roof Inn both have hourly rates. Huh. Imagine that!
In this town, my town, there is the avenue of autos and ... the avenue of smut. Here, I'll show you two of the sites. It gives new meaning to strip mall.

View from the top

of old Smokey?

Looking from above it looks prettier than from street level. You can see green, rather than metal, road, traffic. You can see a hint of a lake on the top left.

So ... more on the car

My car doesn't need a $100 fix ... it's more like $300 - $500 at a different auto shop. Here is my tale.

I took the thing to Midas ... it was going to be $100, but no ... nothing so simple or cheap. They called back with $577, then $800 some for "all that we see that's wrong". Finally they stated, "we could do bare minimum for $177, but you'd need work soon after." I called another place, they were going to get a quote for me ... wait, hey time's a wastin' and I have a second interview today people! So, after 30 minutes of waiting, I called them ... computer wasn't showing prices. Finally, the guy guessed at $200. That's cool! Now, I have to drive over to Midas, get my car again, then drop it off, get another car and go to interview.

I wait ... car is on rack, lofted, at Midas. Midas gold touch nothing ... they charge platinum prices. Anyway, after waiting 20 minutes for them to release my car, I drive the bad brakes car to a shop ... there, I drop it off. They guessed that it might be until Thursday until it's done. Thankfully, I have access to another car (van).

I am late to my second interview. I expected the guy to flat out turn down my attempts, but he let me come in and did the second interview. I did a personality profile and vocab test. He said that when he crunches the numbers, he'll call me again.

Curse my short run of bad luck, but ...

I did finish the interview, so maybe I should stop criping. Yeah, I'll do that!

change of lyrics

I heard the other night, the song, "Happiness is a warm gun". That's close. Happiness is a fat wallet for unexpected expenses.

Life has a gun

I think my life is mugging me.

"Look, I don't have a lot of money", I call out to life.
"Gimme your wallet", is all life demands. The foul stench of bad breath and evil in the voice.

"Just don't hurt me", I beg ...
I hear a hammer pull back on the pistol.


My brakes will not be $90, as I was expecting ... it will be around $500

Look, (*&!#@$!#$%Y^&#@^#$%@!$%@$@^#!%@%^$@%$!#%$@!!!!!!! I don't want to spend any money on the car that I will not keep til the end of the year! Life is busy robbing me and kicking me in the nuts. $100 is one thing ... $500 - 800 is quite another. Gee, if I had that money tree or gold mine or something.

I am trying to get my butt out of debt and life hits me friggin' again! [long chain of expletives]

Just give me somthing to break

How 'bout my stinking bad luck run?

I pulled out to the street to go get my bloody brakes fixed. Stall. Stall. Stall. The wicked cold stalled it repeatedly, then finally ... roar, the small engine made all the noise it could. I drive to Midas, as they had the cheapest price ... imagine that!

Bridge out ... road closed, take detour.

I was scraping my windshield from within the car and my fingernail slid under the plastic tag showing I had an oil change recently... three quarters of the way down my nail, underneath. I wonder if I'll lose a nail.

I don't really want to break stuff ... just this line of annoyances, but maybe it could be worse. Yes, it could. It's a bit like the annoyances in the "Ironic" song, not always ironic, just aggrivating at times. I'm sitting here typing, so not "everything sucks", but this morning ... the petty things were adding.