Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Of course…
The aforementioned minivan drove to the office and when we left, after more than $700 of work, it wouldn’t start.
I ended up on the ground under it, fondling the wires to the starter, and that was all it took. Now we’re more nervous than we would have been about driving that, rather than the rock-reliable yet foible-ridden and chilly and tiny Sentra four hours to Vermont. At least the starter wires have nothing to do with the work done by the garage. My brother installed the starter.
I think it will be fine. In the morning I’ll see how it starts and runs. If it has wire problems again I’ll at least have light of day. At least when the Sentra won’t start, the wire to jiggle and caress is up near the edge of the hood, no getting dirty on the ground needed.
Sadie of course thought this was fun, as long as we didn’t try to leave her in the car, away from the action.
On another note, I don’t know how much blogging will happen the rest of the weekend while we are gone. In the morning we’ll be packing and loading the car, after I clean it out (much accumulated debris and stuff stored in it while it was parked), after we have decided for certain we won’t resort to the Sentra.
There is likely to be a non-zero amount of blogging, between taking the laptop and having access to a computer there. It just may not be much or regular.
Carnival of the Capitalists is in good hands and I should be back in plenty of time to update the list and announce that it’s up. Take this as a reminder, cotcmail -at- gmail -dot- com by eastern time Sunday evening.
Okay, off to bed and/or getting ready for the trip…
Friday, August 27, 2004
Of Course
Steve Verdon has discovered a claim of terrorist responsibility surfacing for the mysteriously crashed Russian jets. Synchronize diving and you have a sport. Synchronize plane crashes and you have raised a presumption of terror. No surprise here.
Update: Steven Taylor points to evidence of explosives in the wreckage.