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Well, earlier tonight I warned dust_wind_dude that he better be wearing his asbestos pajamas when he reads my next post, because it was going to be a really frustrated, angry, bitchy rant.

Well, turns out I lost the energy/motivation for that.

Suffice to say, we put the new battery in, but it didn't solve the problem.

This means:

1)I still don't have my car. It is still sitting on the streets of Chicago.

2)Vince drove me all the way into the city and all the way home for complete naught.

3)Someone mentioned the nasty "A" word to me (Alternator, for the uninitiated), but I don't know enough about cars to agree or disagree with that statement. I just know that alternators are fucking expensive, and I'm not laying another dime into that rat trap of a vehicle.

4)Someone else mentioned spark plugs, which Vince and I were too distracted by the battery deal to even think about.

5)I can't go anywhere tomorrow, because I'll probably have to go back out to get the car in the city, and anyway, apparently I'm supposed to have dinner with my brother, niece, and niece's boyfriend tomorrow night.



Arghhhh..........


Perhaps I should chill out and see if my new buddy cinnajess has any insight into what my car has decided to pull just for the fun of it... I swear, that thing has it out for me.


Luckily, polyfrog has decided he has a craving for a burger that he knows he can get at the diner two blocks from my house, so he and shorah are coming down. I am going to meet them up there shortly to hang out. I just wish that place sold alcohol. I guess I'll just have to come home and drink my problems away later.

Viola Joke-of-the-Day

A violinist noticed at the end of each rehearsal break, one of the violists would look at the inside flap of his jacket before he sat down to resume rehearsal. This continued for several decades, and the violinist became quite curious about it. One day, during hot weather, the violist took off his jacket and went off on break. The violinist waited until everyone was off the platform, looked around, and sneaked over to the jacket. He pulled back the flap and saw a little note pinned on the inside. It read: "viola left hand, bow right."


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A man went into a novelty shop and saw an item that caught his fancy almost immediately. It was a stuffed rat. The man couldn't take his eyes off it, and finally asked how much it cost. The answer was "$79.95, but if you buy it, you can't return it for any reason." The man thought this was a bit odd, but he was really taken by the stuffed rat so he bought it.

As he headed down the street with the stuffed rat, several live rats started following him. He thought this was really odd, but he kept walking. Within a few blocks, he had a huge pack of rats behind him. When he got to the river, he threw the stuffed rat into the river, and all the live rats jumped into the river and drowned.

The man returned to the shop. As soon as he walked in, the owner said "I told you you couldn't return the stuffed rat!"

The man said "No! I don't want to return it! I was wondering if you had any stuffed violists."


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A viola player decides that he's had enough of being a viola player--unappreciated, all those silly jokes. So he decides to change instruments.

He goes into a shop, and says, "I want to buy a violin."

The man behind the counter looks at him for a moment, and then says, "You must be a viola player."

The viola player is astonished, and says, "Well, yes, I am. But how did you know?"

"Well, sir, this is a fish-and-chip shop."