tinhuviel: (hehhehheh)
Actually, the title has nothing to do with the body of this post. I just wanted to type that out, just once in my life. This is just another obligatory picture post wherein I have fun with images that aren't quite what they seem.

Don't Click Me, Bro! )

So there you have it. Such is life in the Armpit of Hell. No water and insects that could open your skull and eat your brains while you're still alive.
tinhuviel: (Khaaaaaan!!)
I am at Saturn 400 miles sooner than I should be. Why? Because yesterday evening when Llew and I got in the car to go up and put air in my tire that has a slow leak, the odometer display flashed a message "service vehicle." Now, this has never happened before, so I drug out my Saturn owner's manual and checked out what the matter could be. Apparently, when you get that message, there's a problem with the car that has been detected early on and needs to be addressed "before there's any further damage to the vehicle." ::shriek::

So here I am at Saturn after going to the bank and depositing my check along with all the change Aunt Tudi has been collecting. With her contribution, I was able to deposit over $300, but can really only afford to give $200 of that to the repair of my vehicle, so I'm hoping it doesn't come to too very much more than the $85 service fee that applies to a visit such as this.

Gadzooks. It never rains without pouring. Almost five years to the day of my purchasing my ION, I get the service vehicle message. I want to turn my palms to the sky, look upward and, imitating Ren Hoek/Peter Lorre, scream "What does it meeeeeaaaaaannnnnnn...." and then fall over in a heap.

While I'm here, I'm having them check out the tire that keeps going slack on me and plug whatever hole they find that keeps plaguing me with the threat of a fully flat tire. The service dude said I needed tires, but he bet I already knew that. Yeah, I already know that dude. That's like telling a fat person that they're fat. What's the point, eh? I'll get new tires when I can. Right now, I plan on skidding to work on bald eagles for as long as I have to. So leave me alone about the tires before I run amok.

Okay, he just came out and told me what the dealio is. It's an oil pressure switch. Parts and labour are right at $150, so I bade him proceed. Also, I had a nail in my tire, so they're gonna plug it for me. At least now it'll stop decreasing in size and pressure, leaving me with a dreadful feeling of unease. He said I'd be here for a while, so I guess I'll be terrorising everyone here on LJ.

Muahahahahahahah!

February 2019

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