Whoa...
Man. Lemme tell you guys something....
Whenever you go on any extended driving trip (say, two hours drive or more), you should always roll with a friend, and if you like to, always bring along a little something to smoke. Now, if you follow these rules as strictly as possible you will eventually compile a set of
Blattodeas wherever it is you habitually place them. Due to the nature of their effects, they can become forgotten easily and accumulate in a pile of impressive proportions.
Anyone who knows what I mean understands the subtle differences between batches of smoke, and also understands that to combine them generally tends to compound their effects in proportion to their initial quality.
I just went hunting because I've actually run out of smoke, and thought it would be nice to have some. Gulliver has not been at my house for some time now, and though I'd speculated with my roommate about the possibilities of leftovers from our last several trips to wherever, the time they were discussed never seemed to coincide with the need or desire to walk all the way to where Gulliver is just to possibly retrieve some. Like maybe one or two.
So I got bored earlier and started fidgeting. That is not a good sign, because for me it usually indicates the increasing desire to get up and
do something. And as I'm sure anyone following this thread probably recognizes by now, when I get a wild hair it's not like what happens when most other people do. See, "Normal" people, when they get that hair they go to the store and do the shopping, or weed the garden, paint the door, wash the car, etc. Something relatively quick and easy. Sensible. Safe.
Not I. I do those things too, but only in passing on the way to what I get an itch for....Like this rebuild...Yes, my tranny fried; but what would a "normal" person have done there? Well, I can't really say for sure, but I
could have had Gulliver towed right to the junkyard for free and got $50 besides. If I thought differently than I do, that may even have seemed like my sole option. But no.
I considered the only option to be getting off the highway, getting to a covered garage, and rebuilding the tranny. All right at the time it happened. I had the plan in my head before I was through getting up after seeing my tranny fluid frying on the exhaust. Without pause for the fact that I'd never even worked on a transmission before, yet I was fully aware of the fact that the automatic transaxle is the single most complex and mechanically intolerant device in the whole car.
When my brakes started to go out, I changed them -having never done brakes before.
When I was younger, I would perform acts of physical exertion that made people tired just watching me. One of these days I'll tell you the story of the Mothers' Day Driftwood, and it's significance relating to the Bainbridge Island Driftwood. But those stories are for another thread another time.
My point was that when I get a wild hair, ANYTHING could happen.
A menial chore, or a grand adventure....so back to why I started this post to begin with: I finally went to Gulliver to see about some leftovers because I'm out. Know what I found? Enough
Blattodeas to not be out for a while....AND DAMN!!!:bdrunk: Okay, so I'm not drunk....but I'm sure you get the Idea....