I’m just this guy, you know? Except on Lemmy.
Thanks to /u/crank0271 for the name
RIP Kbin.social
I got new tires today.
Got them at Costco because I’m dull. But on the way home my car went into limp mode with a check engine light and a computer error light. Called Costco and they said “we just did the tires” but when I reset the system by disconnecting the battery the traction control, power steering, and tire pressure lights came on. And it’s still in limp mode. Taking her to my guy later today. Thanks Costco.
Update, Mar 2, 2024: It spread to my nose like I was warned so I went to the ER and they sent me to an eye doctor to make sure it wasn’t in my eye.
It was. But just a little and outside my field of vision. Eye doctor had me come back in two weeks and it had cleared up entirely.
Now it’s just itchy if I lay on that side of my face. Which sucks because I can’t breathe through my nose if I lay on the other side.
Gout is fading, too, which is nice.
I have shingles and gout
Trumpers when he accuses Canada of raising prices on eggs
Chuck Mangione - Feels So Good
Jim Varney performs Hamlet on NBC Nightly News (1985)
Boyz II Men - Motown Philly
👌👌👌 It stinks!
1989 VW Westfalia
A fuckcars anthem: "Lord Mr. Ford" by Jerry Reed
> Well, if you’re one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clanking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention > > I’m about to sing your song, son > Well, I’m not a man appointed judge > > To bear ill will and hold a grudge > > But I think it’s time I said me a few choice words > > All about that demon automobile > > A metal box with the Polyglas wheel > > The end result of the dream of Henry Ford > Well, I’ve got a car that’s mine alone > > That me and the finance company own > > A ready-made pile of manufactured grief > > And if I ain’t out of gas in the pouring rain > > I’m a-changin’ a flat in a hurricane > > I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf > Well, it ain’t just the smoke and the traffic jam > > That makes me the bitter fool I am > > But this four-wheel buggy is a-dollarin’ me to death > > For gas and oils and fluids and grease > > And wires and tires and antifreeze > > And them accessories, well, honey, that’s something else > Well, you can get a stereo tape and a color TV > > Get a back-seat bar and reclining seats > > And just pay once a month, like you do your rent > > Well, I figured it up and over a period of time > > This four-thousand dollar car of mine > > Costs fourteen thousand dollars > > And ninety-nine cents > Well, now, Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see > > What your simple horseless carriage has become > > Well, it seems your contribution to man > > To say the least, got a little out of hand > > Well, Lord, Mr. Ford what have you done? > Now the average American father and mother > > Own one whole car and half another > > And I bet that half a car is a trick to drive, don’t you? > > But the thing that amazes me, I guess > > Is the way we measure a man’s success > > By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy > Well, now, red light, green light, traffic cop > > Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop > > Get out the credit card, honey, we’re out of gas > > Well, now, all the cars placed end to end > > Would reach to the moon and back again > > And there’d probably be some poor fool who’d pull out to pass > > Well, now, how I yearn for the good old days > > Without that carbon dioxide haze > > A-hanging over the roar of the interstate > > Well, if the Lord that made the moon and the stars > > Would have meant for me and you to have cars > > He’d have seen that we was all born with a parking space > Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see > > What your simple horseless carriage has become > > Well, it seems your contribution to man > > To say the least, got a little out of hand > > Well, Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done? > Come away with me, Lucille > > In my smoking, choking automobile
